By my calculations, the lair loot is 582.1 gp per adventurer. Sarusa will take the Remove Disease scroll...
We don't really have enough money to buy anything decent magic-wise. We should get horses and a mule or two, and get a bunch of provisions.
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"Karo, hit this drake and the worms with your Ray of Frost repeatedly," says Sarusa, her eyes on the fresh corpse. "I want to to preserve it for those damnable arcanists, who may be able to identify those worms, annoying as they are. I mean the arcanists are annoying--well, so are the worms."
No Druid's Vestments, then? I don't think I have the cash. Good to see you, Chloe! Does anyone have a bag of holding? We should get one and fill it with provisions. Various good ol' low level stuff. Light generating things, maybe holy water, healing potions. More rope. Not sure what Sarusa should get otherwise. Probably a shield or some armor enchantment, and some froggie barding for Gellig.
I wouldn't mind a slight game speed up. For some reason, all of my games have gotten slower all at once--some sort of spring torpor? Usually, if the GM cracks the whip, people either appear, agree to be GMPC'd for a bit, or drop out. Trout will come back, I'm sure, but she also probably (?) wouldn't mind botting in the meantime.
Sarusa nods and casts Light on a pebble, then tosses it into the darkness.
Sarusa drops her treasure. "Tell it to show itself," she says to Karozekas.
Sarusa picks up several piles of treasure and stashes them in her backpack, then shrugs and stashes more. She lifts her chin and eyebrow at Tekk, intending for them to lead down the tunnel.
"We should alert the locathah," says Sarusa. "Some of these items may be theirs." Sarusa nods to Morin. "Yes, we need to search this place thoroughly, and we need those mages, much as I didn't enjoy them, to investigate the otherworldly source of those grubs."
Sarusa scans the area with Spirit Sense again, wary of grubs among the goods. "Karo, perhaps you can identify these wands while I search for the worms" she says, focusing on the gossamer weave of ley lines that overlay the visible world, trying to tease out nodes of not-locality.
Sarusa turns to look at Corbyn, her eyes hard. "The worms were from another plane of existence, Corbyn. Anything is possible. However, the locathah never mentioned any of them getting the sickness, so we have that hope," she says, attempting to sound a bit softer, or at least less gruff. She swings her club carefully as they walk, scanning for danger.
Sarusa nods, glancing over the drakes' midden. "There's still no sign or explanation to the infestation that plagued these beasts. Perhaps one of these two passages will generate a clue." She glances at the shore's light. "I do hope Plod and Gellig are getting on well..."
Sarusa extends Spirit Sense, and also peers down the left hand tunnel.
Sarusa nearly falls down the rope.
"Does no one else have a light?" Sarusa tests the rope, and then prepares to follow Tekkis down.
Sarusa strides towards the cave, casting Light on her club as she goes. "Come on, Gellig, let's make ourselves useful."
"No...that's all I could tell. Not of this world. They are dying here. Presumably outside of a host, they die." The druid rises.
"There may be more of the infestation, and this--" Sarusa suddenly freezes, squinting at the dying grubs. She holds up a hand, oblivious to anything but the strange forms before her "Hold. Hold. Not of this world. I must sit." Sarusa sits cross-legged in a sudden motion and freezes, concentrating so intently that one would think the worms will burst into flame from her gaze. GMPM: Sarusa will use Spirit Sense for a good 18 seconds in an attempt to determine anything about the grubs.
"We don't know what the oozes were," says Sarusa. "Or if they carried the contagion....the worms. Has anyone else noticed how many worms we've encountered on this journey? Worms for frogs, glow worms, Desna's prophecy of worms...and these...Gellig, don't eat these particular ones. By every monument in Magnimar, Tekk, I feel like a dolt for getting you tangled up in that vegetation. I owe everyone a week's worth of drinks." The druid takes a look at the oozes' remains, and scouts around for signs of the worms that infested the drakes.
Sarusa smacks the blob back, unless Corbyn killeded it.
Evidently, a very weak smack.
No dangling Morin as bait while he's away!
"We stay and---oof" The rest of Sarusa's reply is cut off by the bash of a blobby pseudopod.
I've had a very busy day, cooking, cleaning, writing music, chasing a child around the house about 30 times while honking horns and blowing train whistles, so it's nice to sit.
"TEKKIS!" screams Sarusa as she plunges through the vegetation.
She swings a club at the nearest blob.
"Weeds, if I could just dispel you..." Sarusa's face is a mask of fury as she heads grimly towards Tekkis through the masses of enchanted vegetation.
I'll be out a-traveling until Tuesday...someone please give poor Plod a potion! Sarusa only has sling stones left for this combat.
Sarusa follows suit in the sling department.
"Chloe, we need to get everyone out of the vegetation and set it afire. Those blobs are up to nothing good." With no healing potions about, Sarusa loads her sling with a bullet and moves towards the blobs.
"It could be the source of the contagion. Do not come too close, Morin."
Sarusa makes her way to Plod. "By all the dead gods, does anyone have a healing potion?"
"I can't dispel it like that, Morin!" yells Sarusa, practically screaming with bitterness. She drops her club and pulls out a sling and a dustburst bullet, grimly noting that she is not within range.
Sarusa moves up to I69 and bashes the drakeling as well.
"Hang on, Plod!" she shouts.
Sarusa will save Plod in the next move (I hope).
Sarusa steps to N69 and smashes the drake with her shillelagh.
Sarusa utters a low and steady stream of curse words in Elven. She casts Flare Burst to catch Qarsoola and Drake #4 in the 10' radius burst. "Shoot flaming arrows! Light them up!" she calls to Corbyn, or anyone else.
I NEVER do Web and Entangle right. Poo. -kicks a rock-
DC 15, 40 foot rad...uh oh. Where can I put the center of that circle so as to not entrap people...
The mother is the main concern," growls Sarusa. She casts CL4 Entangle at Qarxoosla. She moves next to Morin to get some partial cover from the drake behind them.
I swear I'll post where Sarusa and Gellig run to! Merry Boxing Day!
Sarusa and Gellig double move to the edge of the bushes for soft cover and Entangle prep, being sure to make a lot of noise to attract the drakes.
DUDE, that is awesome.
Figuring out if I can do anything. I guess I can toss a dustburst bullet, eh? I was kinda hoping to delay until they get closer for some Entangle action.
Sarusa, grumbling that her Shillelagh will be wasted, goes to G67, with Entangle readied at CL4 with Place Magic. She motions Gellig to move to G70. "Wait until she lands," she says to no one in particular.
I shall be busy with foodstuffs tomorrow, and then will be travelling from Friday to Sunday. Or rather, travelling and then staying in one place--a place with no internet that I know of and poor phone reception. I'll post if I can. ;)
We're glad to have you back, Corbyn--yes, lack of free time is teh suq. :) Ah, Sarusa had such fun heckling Tekk. Now she'll just be more grimdark. :P
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