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Dotting to hide the thread...thanks again for the run!

Great run, people! Many thanks to Skipper for running a tight ship!

I'll calculate what everyone owes Asmodeus and get that to you later...

;P

"That was...interesting," Rathh observes. He holds out his healing wand. "Would anyone care to accumulate more of Asmodeus' favor?" he asks.

"Shall we head east?" Rathh suggests.

Rathh sits heavily on the floor and breaks out some rations while Kaleless works on the trap.

"That was three charges expended," Rathh says and makes a note in his journal.

Once he is confident everything has been recorded, he says "Perhaps we should continue down."

Rathh again heals the wounded Patros.

"I am afraid you are generating quite a debt," he mutters.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Rathh turns his wand to the wounded Patros. "Asmodeus will be glad to extend yet another healing, but recall that all will be weighed in the balance eventually," the cleric says.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

With no way to reach the mummy, Rathh retrieves his wand and taps the injured Kaleless.

"Asmodeus sends his favors now in return for just a little interest later," he murmurs.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

With few spells prepared that could affect this creature, Rathh casts guidance on Patros, then moves forward cautiously.

"Look out!" Rathh exclaims, for once acting first.

With nothing else he can do, Rathh casts bless on the group.

"Shall we investigate this out-building?" Rathh asks as he wanders over to the double doors.

Rathh also looks around after he catches his breath.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Like a lumbering bull, Rathh charges toward the centipede and lets his mace fall heavily toward it.

MW Heavy Mace (Silver, charge): 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 2 = 211d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Rathh growls and lumbers toward the massive insect, panting as he moves.

double move

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Rathh looks over and nods at the eastern door and also looks for anything out of place.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

"Wait," Rathh warns. "Is that a key?" he asks.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Rathh has no idea what the seal could mean, primarily focusing his scholarly pursuits on the law, religion, and planes of existence.

"We will be rich when we are done here," he says. "But first, there are a few more doors to try."

West-most door on the south?

Oh, thanks for rolling my extra crit dmg...I missed the expanded range on a dagger.

Not used to being so efficient in combat, Rathh smiles and looks down.

"Asmodeus smiles up at me today," he says.

Rathh cuts at the devil again, grim satisfaction on his face.

He steps away from the devil and draws blood a third time.

dagger (cold iron): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 201d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

dagger (cold iron): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 211d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Cold iron?" Rathh asks. "I vaguely recall I purchased a dagger made from the stuff," he says.

The heavy-set cleric draws his dagger and lunges at the creature, hoping some of the others can hurt it, too.

dagger (cold iron): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 181d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Rathh, having been about to sit on the divan, puts a hand to his head with a start.

"What is going on?!" he shouts as he hefts his mace.

Delay...I don't see anything to attack...

caster level check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 Doh!

Rathh makes one attempt to heal the cursed wound, but it re-opens just as it appears to be closing.

"I am afraid this is beyond my skill, or at least would require many attempts. Perhaps you should stay in the back, and perhaps when we are back in town Asmodeus will make a bargain with you to heal this completely."

knowledge planes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Rathh wipes some perspiration from his brow, then looks at the wound.

heal check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 Can I tell why it won't heal?

"If anyone requires healing, gather round and I will administer to you. Just recall that Asmodeus counters every credit with a debit."

I'll heal you...just roll what you need and I'll take off my wand.

The stone floor begins to crack ominously as the already-massive Rathh begins to grow even larger.

The cleric takes a swing at the nearest enemy, but is caught off-guard as he begins to grow.

1-round cast time, so I'll take that into account next round.

MW Heavy Mace (Silver): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 81d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Rathh steps forward and tries to bash the nearest enemy with his heavy mace. blue

MW Heavy Mace (Silver): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 141d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Rathh makes his way toward the front of the line, and casts forbid action on the creature to the back, hoping to forbid it from attacking.

"Asmodeus does not approve of your impeding our mission," he says.

DC 15 Will save

"We will surely find these creatures elsewhere," Rathh observes. "For now, why don't we see what is in the next room. Asmodeus wills us onward."

How about the room to the north of my position?

"I am uncertain as to why they have all lost their heads," Rathh says. He examines the room, wary of the corpse.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"Why does it always have to be stairs?" Rathh observes, but follows the others.

Patros farts foward

the rest fan out through the room

Now that is funny!

Ratth swings at the skull attacking Muna, but starts coughing at the stench in the room and misses widely.

MW Heavy Mace (Silver): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 71d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Rathh isn't sure if this is necromancy, or just a tribute to the dead and departed. He casts detect magic on the area to see if he can be sure.

Oops...I meant north. I'm in front of the door I wanted to go through (though I don't suggest I be first through.)

Rathh looks through the open doorway to the south of the room.

"What do we have here?"

"Dead for around three years...not original to this place," Rathh observes after examining the corpse.

heal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Sweat glistens on Rathh's forehead as he swings his mace again.

MW Heavy Mace (Silver): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 181d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Rathh coughs with the exertion of swinging his mace, but the blow is accurate.

MW Heavy Mace (Silver): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 221d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Rathh rubs his sleepy eyes, not exactly wanting to get up.

"But I was promised a restful sleep..." he says, then realizes he must have fallen into some dark magic. He groans as he lifts his massive bulk from the ground, then lumbers toward the enemy creature that had done this, drawing his mace as he goes.

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Rathh looks over the shoulders of the front line, not looking particularly eager to step into the grease. He casts guidance on Kaleless instead.

Also unable to reach the enemy, Ratth casts guidance on Kaleless.

"Undead guardians...these must be dispatched!"

"If you have all finished with your games, we should try these doors to the north," Rathh suggests, sweating heavily in the heat.

"This must be some kind of haunt!" Rathh exclaims. "There is no mob...hold strong!"

Hurray!

Rathh casts a quick guidance cantrip to prepare himself for anything to come.

"An angry mob? Here?" Rathh wonders.

"Why don't we try the north," Rathh suggests. "If we must climb stairs, let's get it out of the way first."