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Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Roshelle nimbly shifts sideways to avoid taking the blast full on her chest. Her body is still raked by the waves of force but at a reduced level.

As the barrage of force energy fades, she turns back to face the cyclops. With a loud voice she calls out a spell. The air ripples around the creature for a few seconds.

Casting Hold Person. Unless you tell me that this giant/cyclops is not humanoid. DC 16 Will Save. SR applies so I'll roll penetration.

Spell Penetration: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Fine with me.

Roshelle steps up just behind Haftor when he calls out to the strangers hiding in the bush. A stout dwarf might look a little too intimidating to the villagers. Perhaps having her stand there might make them feel a bit more comfortable.

Her concern was unnecessary. The two nearly sprinted from the thick underbrush.

Roshelle offers a smile as they draw close and she glances over their heads to where the loud voice is coming from.

"Quick. Here, get back behind us." She steps up to meet the newcomers and ushers them to the rear of their small formation.

"These are mighty warriors. Believe me. I've seen them in action. You will be safe here. Just wait." She turns back to the group of fighters and positions herself in the middle of them. "Ok boys. I've got something for you." She closes her eyes for a second then spins her arms in the air while saying a few magical words. A second later a warm feeling washes over everyone, filling them with a surge of hope.

Cast Good Hope. Each affected creature gains a +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. Lasts 7 minutes.

Super behind in reading the thread. I will catch up tonight (roughly 12-14 hours from now). Really sorry for not keeping up.

I was about to do my level up but I see that I'm already at 7. I think that when I joined you had me join as level 7 in anticipation of the level up.

So I guess that means I'm ready to continue.

Somehow I lost track that there were posts here. Sorry for the delay..

Roshelle casts a wide-eyed glance at Kronug and then back to Lokmoor. She backpedals quickly to get out of his range. Then she calls out in a loud voice that reverberates through the chamber. A moment later each of her allies feel a surge of energy.

Cast Blessing of Fervor on all allies.

Yep. I forgot that he wasn't undead and I don't have the Selective Channel feat. But in any case, I would still channel because helping all my allies outweighs the extra hp for Lokmorr.

Roshelle emerges from the darkness she was floating in. She hadn't even seen it coming but somehow that nasty dwarf must have attacked her. She looks from side to side and finds herself laying on the floor. Noises of the battle continue all around her. She sees Haftor moving away. Ah. He must of healed her.

She props herself up on an arm, shaky and weak but now it no time to focus on that. Jarrek's voice booms over the battle noise as he casts his spell. Roshelle doesn't recognize it right off the bat. Probably one of those magics that the bards tend to use. In any case, a moment later Lokmorr falls to the ground laughing. It's not a pleasant laugh.

Roshelle stands. Looking around she sees several of her comrades bear wounds. With a quick prayer to Shelyn, she spends a wave of positive energy out to provide healing.

channel: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 6, 5) = 20

Healing all around. I think that Lokmorr is undead so he doesn't get any. Also, if I remember correctly, he's not harmed either because I have to choose to channel for healing or harming, not both.

Right! I read through the posting and saw that Hideous Laughter worked and then promptly forgot about it! GM, can I do a different thing?

Roshelle emerges from the darkness she was floating in. She hadn't even seen it coming but somehow that nasty dwarf must have attacked her. She looks from side to side and finds herself laying on the floor. Noises of the battle continue all around her. She sees Haftor moving away. Ah. He must of healed her.

She props herself up on an arm, shaky and weak but now it no time to focus on that. Lokmorr is still too close to her to stand safely. She focuses her energy on him and casts a spell but with caution.

Casting Hold Person. Casting Defensively (DC 15+2*2=19). Will Save DC 16 to negate. SR applies so I'll roll penetration.

defensive casting: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27
overcome SR: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Roshelle gasps when she sees Jarrek go down. She races past her comrades to get right next to the bleeding half-orc. "No you don't, big guy. You don't die on me." She places a hand on his thigh then closes her eyes to concentrate. "Shelyn's grace flow to you!" She pulls her hand back and makes quick gesture in the air.

Casting CMW (replacing 2nd level spell Aid)

CMD: 2d8 + 7 ⇒ (4, 5) + 7 = 16

Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Roshelle follow up the stairs right behind Jarrek. Just as she reaches the midpoint a piteous wail echoes down from above. Sounds of pain and grief and agony saturate the air as the wail washes over her. She can't help but empathize with this creature. Whatever he has done or whatever he has been, something has left deep scars on his soul. She continues to push up the stairs and past her comrades who are clogging up the top. She finds an open space, a few steps away from the wailing dwarf, and then gathers herself. What her friends need is hope. Stalwart encouragement to give them courage in the face of this malignant creature. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breathe, then encants in a sing song voice. Her hands move in fluid yet precise gestures.

A moment later each of her companions feel a warm glow inside them.

Cast Good Hope. +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls for 7 minutes.

Still delaying till after Jarrek.

Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

With the door smashed down, Roshelle expected the party to move forward.

"What's the hold up?"

Delaying my initiative.

Works for me

I love seeing such explicit playing of alignment. IMHO, it's an often neglected part of the game. I know, I know, all the debates about what the alignments mean and the philosophy of 'what is good', etc. But in any case, nice job Kronug.

Rochelle is looking over the artifacts that they found wrapped up in the carpet when she hears Kronug's voice rising. He seems worked up about something.

She puts the ancient equipment down and steps over to him. She places her hand on his forearm as he's speaking.

"... use his weapons and gear may be honorable for the right cause; to peddle it is not. Because as long as his belongings are in our care, we can be certain they are put to honorable use and we can plan to return them after this war. Once they leave our hands, we have no such assurances.

Let us figure out what the value of these goods might be. I will personally pay you out of my future shares from legitimate spoils of war. Otherwise, I should feel compelled to buy these goods back once you sell them, then make a trip here to return them to their resting place. That would be unnecessarily burdensome. Your wealth is no different if I compensate you."

When he finishes, she pats his arm.

"You are right, Kronug. Arbitrarily taking things, especially from a hero's tomb, are the actions of rogues and renegades. We are above that sort of behavior."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

"But one thing that's curious to me is the question of where these came from. They don't seem to be as fancy as the other stuff interred with Steelhand. Maybe these other items were brought here later by other visitors to the tomb. Or maybe they were intended to be here with that villian they put in here."

She's not sure that she's getting through to the stalwart fighter. Letting go of his arm, she walks over to the door.

"There will be time to debate these things after we get the door open. Is there anything I can do to help?"

It appears to Roshelle that the task is going to require brute strength and strength is not her strong point but she's willing to lend a hand if needed.

Blinking her eyes rapidly and blinking, Roshelle responds to Jarrek.

"Yep, I'm fine. I don't know about Haftor though." She tilts her head to the side and peers at the dwarf trying to figure out if he's going to have a reaction to the mold spores.

"But look at all this stuff. A bit of a haul, right? I wonder if any of it is magical."

She waves her hand in over the items to detect magic on them.

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 Whew!

A musty, dusty, yellow cloud of spores puffs out of the ancient carpet as Haftor unrolls it. The powdery cloud tickles Roshelle's nose and she sneezes violently a couple times.

"Oh! That smells awful." She waves her hand in front of her face and squints her eyes.

I can't access the map from work (they block access to google docs) so I can't adjust it. I would have been next to Haftor while he was unrolling the carpet. Is that good enough or do you need me to place myself on the map? I can do that later today (about 10 hours from now).

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

Roshelle watches them unroll the carpet half expecting something to be wrapped up in it. But there's nothing. She shrugs at Haftor then moves back to the sarcophagus.

"Do you think all those bite marks on the bones are a wild animal? And who cut his beard so badly. That's not a normal part of the Dwarven burial ritual, is it?"

She doesn't ask anyone in particular but she expects that Haftor would know.

To Roshelle, the dwarf, laying in the sarcophagus looks peaceful and at rest. Yet she knows that in his living days he was likely a vibrant and fierce warrior. She imagines him stalking across a battlefield, sweat soaked hair and beard glistening in the sunlight. The blood smears on his armor testifying to the terrible violence he'd been participating in. And yet, his visage full of righteousness. A true hero defending the weak and pushing back evil.

She turns her focus back to the entombed dwarf and his armor. It's strange and she's note sure she's seen something like that before. What material was it made of. She starts to reach her hand out to touch it but at the last moment she realizes what it is. She pales and yanks her hand back.

"Oh. That's... well, kind of gross."

Maybe tough guys, like all the dwarves around here were, would just chuckle at her squeamishness but she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to don armor like that without her stomach turning.

Jarrek grimaces. "That's disgusting. Those scales are hill giants' fingernails. Respect for killing that many of those things but still."

Roshelle looks at him and nods. She mouths "I know! Right?"

She steps away from the sarcophagus. The others suggest not using the armor and she couldn't agree more. Maybe for different reasons.

Haftor unrolls something that was wrapped in the rug they found and Roshelle walks over to him.

"What is it?"

Spellcraft to identify: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20 If there is something to ID.

Any info on what the magical auras are coming from the sarcophagus?

After spending a bit of time examining the boots, a grin spreads across Rochelle's face.

"Alright boys, I know what these are. They're called Boots of the Winterlands but that's just a fancy name. They make it easier for you to walk through snow and on slippery surfaces. They also keep you warm."

She holds the boots out in front of her for anyone to take.

"I like to say that they are perfect for people with cold feet. So, if any of you are in a relationship and you just don't know how serious you want to be..."

If no one takes the boots, she drops then on the ground to pick up later.

"Now let's go check out the magical items in that sarcophagus."

She stands on the small step that surrounds the stone box and peers into it.

What does she see? Can she tell what the magical things are?

Before examining the sarcophagus more, Roshelle heads to the southeast alcove. She's drawn to the boots that are emitting an aura.

"Hmm. I wonder what these are."

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28

Roshelle cups her chin and puts a hand on her hip.

"Hmm. This is interesting. I'm sure we'll find a way out eventually. As long as there's not another danger down in the crypt."

She bounces back down the stair and then casts detect magic in the directly of the sarcophagus.

Move, cast, my two actions.

"Oh no. Kronug, you're right. Lokmorr first. The last thing we need is him, or it, or whatever, sneaking up on us while we're all peering into that stone coffin."

Roshelle follows the dwarves into the large chamber, the glaive-cast shadows dancing across the walls as her companions move around. Each moving shadow catches her eyes. Each one the possible undead interloper.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22 Looking for the guy...

My glaive is glowing brightly. I'm near the middle of the line up so I expect it's providing illumination a bit ahead and behind.

The tunnels, mysterious corridors, ancient steps descending and ascending into darkness... All these things excite Roshelle. A vibrant sense of adventure at exploring the unknown bubbles deep inside her. This is what life is about, is it not? New adventures, new experiences, a zest for life.

The light from her glaive casts sharp shadows of her fellow dwarves into the room ahead. She scoots up as close as she can get and reaches forward, over the heads of the dwarves, with the long weapon so that the glowing end is end the room.

"Well boys, what do you see?"

"Very nice. And Seamus, probably a good idea to check for more traps here on the stairs."

Roshelle stays to the side of the stairs so that the others can get a good look.

Knowledge(local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Roshelle is amazed at the stonework. Despite the defacement of some of the statues, the detail is amazing and so life like. Once again she is amazed at just how skilled dwarves can be when working stone.

As Jarrek points out Nargrym, Roshelle notices a small gap between the stone panel and the wall. She moves to where she can get a better look at it then points it out.

"That's odd. Do you think that there's something behind this panel? Can it move?"

Roshelle walks into the ancient chamber in awe. She imagines that no one has been here in centuries and yet the place feels alive. It's like a slumbering beast that the small party has stumbled upon in its hibernating lair.

She moves slowly around the chamber and examines each of the doors before focusing on the panel on the floor. She takes her waterskin and holds it over the panel but looks to the dwarves before she pours it out.

"Is it ok if I pour some water here to try to clean this up? I want to remain respectful to this hallowed place."

Roshelle leans to the side so that she can see past Haftor's massive new body. The spider is farthest away and potentially the most dangerous if it can spit out webs. She makes a gesture in the air and says a few magic words. A moment later a shining glaive appears out of thin air behind the spider. It swings down at it.

Spiritual Weapon@spider,BAB+WIS+IC: 1d20 + 5 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 4 + 1 = 19
dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Slow posting from me. Had a death in the family. Almost done dealing with it.

"Seamus!" Roshelle steps to where she can reach him then casts a healing spell on him.

CLW: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"That should help."

I don't see Seamus on the map but I assume it takes more than a 5-foot step to get to him. If it only takes a 5-foot step then I'll spend my move action to retrieve my healing wand.

Seems correct to me too.

I had to look it up too. I read the book many years ago. Didn't remember that part. In fact, I don't remember much of the book because I was too focused on comparing it to the movie. I probably should re-read it.

"Aye. Let's try to keep in mind we be tomb raidin' fer the betterment of civilization."

Roshelle recognizes the conflict in Haftor's voice. She reaches out to him and places her hand on his forearm.

"Haftor, we will as respectful as possible. I don't think of us here as robbing the tomb. I think of it as us fulfilling a destiny -- completing Steelhand's final quest. Who's to say that this weapon wasn't interred with him for exactly a moment like this."

She gazed into his eyes, simultaneously seeing the turmail and churning emotions inside him while projecting a sense of confidence and rightness in what they were doing. After a moment she smiles deeply, withdraws her hand and looks up at the low hanging sheets of webbing.

"I don't like all these webs. They get in my hair. Any idea how much further down these stairs go?"

Do we see the end yet?

Knowledge(Nature): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Roshelle eyes the spiders warily as they pass by. "I've never seen that type before so I'll have to trust you on that Jerrick."

She continues slowly with the rest of the group down the stairs.

"Or a haunt. Maybe that Erdergun guy died but left a knot of negative energy that we'll have to deal with."

Roshelle runs her hands over the engraved inscriptions. She can't read Dwarven but she still feels the weight of history and reverence imbued in the words as Haftor's words echo in the passageway. She quietly puts a spell on the head of her glaive to illuminate the descending passage.

"I know you boys probably can see in the dark just fine but I can't. I hope you don't mind a little light."

She positions herself in the middle of the pack. She doesn't want to lead the group and she certainly doesn't want to be at the back.

Roshelle struggles to pull herself free of the web.

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19 Not sure what the DC is

"I'm going to have to get myself a little dagger for things like this."

Roshelle winces as a web of sticky spider silk settles down on her. "Ugh. Gross." She flicks her hands and tries to rub the sticky strands off herself. "Bother all this. It's going to take me a second to get free. But first, let me help you guys."

Concentration to case spell: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

She tries to cast a spell but the web slows her movements too much. The spell fizzles out.

"Ok. Looks like I'm going to have to get out of this before I can help anyone. You boy don't die first, ok?"

Roshelle cocks her head to the side as she examines the web structure from a distance. She waves her hands in the air and incants a short spell in an attempt to detect any magic emanating from the tent.

Cast Detect Magic

Knowledge(nature): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"This is really interesting, isn't it. I don't know if I've ever seen anything quite like this before."

Finding one trap makes Roshelle even more diligent in searching for them. "Everyone be careful. When there's one trap, there are often more. I'll continue to be on the lookout but I can't guarantee to see everything."

I don't know if I need another perception or not. I'll roll it in a spoiler just in case.

Despite the peacefulness of the woods, Roshelle stays alert for danger. If the dwarf's tomb is near, and she has no reason to doubt that it is, then that all the more reason to be wary. Tombs are like magnets to all sorts of evil.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31 Looking for warning of danger or anything else out of the ordinary.

Roshelle easily keeps up with Haftor and Jarrek as they walk along the winding path between the aspens. "I don't know. It can certainly be quiet in the depths of a mountain but somehow that doesn't feel serene to me. I always feel the pressure of the stone above me. It is literally death hanging over me. If there was a slight shift of things, I would be smashed beyond recognition before I could even feel it. So I guess, for me, being inside a mountain is more about anxiety than peace."

A purple and black butterfly flutters on the wind along the trail and Roshelle raises a finger in the air to offer it a landing perch. The butterfly ignores her and flits away.

The sight of the yellow leaves fluttering in the soft breeze makes Roshelle's heart glad. Nature is so colorful and vibrant. Sometimes it amazes her, espcially when she sees sights like this, that there can be any evil in the world. But she's not naive. She's seen it. She pushes dark thoughts and memories down.

"I don't know Jerrick, it seems perfectly reasonable to me. Even dwarves can appreciate serinity and beauty. Right Haftor?"

She reaches up and tightens the scarf that is holding her long black hair back. When Haftor starts off down the trail she falls in behind him. She looks back over her shoulder to see if the others are following.

"We’ll met to you, Roshelle."

"And to you, Halftor Ygrendir, Orc Hewer of the Stone Fists." She winks at him.

"...Now, maybe some Shelynites are more comfortable with that than others."

Roshelle tilts her head to the side, smiles, and raises a perfectly formed eyebrow. "Comfortable? I'm not sure I would say I'm comfortable with violence but I'm certainly not offended by it." She steps away from the gnome and closer to Kronug. Standing only a hand's breadth away from his solidly formed chest, she is forced to look up. Strands of her shiny black hair fall to the sides of her face framing her pleasant expression. "It is a sad fact of this world that many may lament but I look at this a little differently. The beautiful, kind, and loving looks so much more so when in contrast to the rough and ugly aspects of our living." She leans her shoulder into Kronug's chest then spins away with a soft laugh. Hints of flowering scent swirl in the space she vacated. "I'm not saying that you're rough and ugly, by the way."

Yep, basically a healer. I'll also apply buffs when I can. Definitely not a frontliner.

Roshelle steps from behind Halgra and waves at the party with a big smile. She has several brightly colored scarves draped around her neck and over a purple colored tunic that reaches just to her knees. Beneath the tunic she is wearing dark blue pants. Black boots that rise mid-calf complete her outfit.

"Hi. I'm Roshelle. I'm so pleased to finally meet you all. I've been hearing such wonderful stories." She darts up to the stocky dwarf and grabs his forearm in both hands in greeting. "So nice to meet you. I love a good, robust dwarf." She let's go almost instantly and jumps over to Kronug. She bows at the waist in front of him. "And you, kind sir. I am pleased to be joining your party. I hope we will have much opportunity to spend time together."

Next she turns to the looming Jarrek. She reaches out to squeeze his bicep. "Oooh. So strong. I'm sure that someone as big and strong as you has had many adventures. I will love hearing about them."

Finally she turns to the gnome. "And saving the best for last, I also extend greetings to you. I've known many a gnome in my life. And, if I don't say so myself, I've been known to help stave off the Bleaching, if you know what I mean." She winks at Seamus then steps back.

"So I guess we're off to the mountains? I'm sure you would like a day or two of rest before we start. Where are you all staying? Would you mind if I join you?"

Sorry for the delay on my part. I'll post tomorrow.

Maybe this is a question for the GM. Will I be meeting up with everyone in Castle Firrine or Trunau? Either way works for me. I'm ready to post a backstory that gets me there and it works equally well with each place.

If I read this right, you guys will be meeting up with Roshelle in Castle Firrine. Is that right?