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"I suppose that if Jhod doesn't want the responsibility, I could take the role of religious leader," Serena says.

Serena nods and applies her boot to the door.

Kicking door in: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Serena raps a mailed fist against the door. "Hello?"

"Should we knock or just go right in?"

Serena bares her blade and readies herself to carry on.

Serena curtseys before Zokon. "Milord."

Serena looks at Illthir when they are alone and says, "Nice as this is, we can't hide in here forever."

Serena takes a cup of tea and sips it politely. "I recall there being two of the lich," she says. "A duplicate of some sort."

Serena offers input when the story comes to the point that she joined the group.

Serena lowers her weapon, but doesn't sheathe it. "We're here to see about the possibility of reclaiming this temple. What's your story?"

I suspect I know what it is, but Serena would not, so mum's the word. Serena enters the chamber with a small degree of trepidation.

Serena enters the room proper and moves to inspect the disc. "What do you think it is?" She asks no one in particular.

"Jhod, could you come in here, please? I think it should be safe." Serena moves into the room.

"Thank you, but I can handle it," Serena replies. She draws forth a wand and speaks a word, tapping herself twice.

Wand of CLW (x2): 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (7, 8) + 2 = 17

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Serena takes the full brunt of the blast, but manages to turn away in time to avoid losing her vision to the flames. Her hair is badly burned, and her eyebrows are burned off, but she is largely intact. Her flesh does not burn because of her divine connection to Serenrae, but the shock wave has left her reeling.

"I'm not dead," comes the reply.

Only one way to test it. Once everyone has gotten clear, she will trace the runes with a finger.

Serena shakes her head, refusing to draw. "I will test it," she says adamantly. "The rest of you should retreat around the corner."

Serena's position has been updated on the map.

Serena takes Fergus' advice and steps back a bit.

Happy Easter to those who celebrate such.

Serena considers the runes carefully, not quite sure what to make of them.

Serena readies her scimitar as Fergus finds the brick that triggers the door.

"I agree that we should continue," Serena says, brushing herself off and straightening what's left of her hair.

If Serena can hear Fergus, she opens the door to the room. If not, she waits where she is, not wanting to stumble into something in the dark.

Serena, finding herself alone and in the dark, decides to stay where she is, listening carefully for any sign of the others.

Serena winces and makes a decision. With her scimitar, she reaches up and cuts her hair as close as she can without risking her scalp. She then darts through the door and slams it shut.

Reflex save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Holding her breath, Serena slashes at the mephit holding her hair.

Attack w/scimitar: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

In that case, she tries the north door. If unlocked, she opens it, goes through, and closes it behind her. If locked, she sighs and turns back to the mephits, wondering if a dash to the safety of the party is in order.

If Serena has time, before the blast, she lays hands on herself to recover 1d6 ⇒ 2 hp.

The door on the north side of the room. I moved her to the door, which she could just reach with her 20-foot movement. If the door is locked, she will hunker down and try to ride out the coming blast.

Serena switches to total defense and makes for the opposite door, despite any AoOs. If the door is not locked, she flings it open, goes through, and slams it shut behind her. If it is locked, she tries to make it to the far corner of the room (northeast corner) and huddles down, hoping to avoid the worst of the fireball.

Reflex save (if needed): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Serena withdraws with all possible haste and as best she is able without suffering an AoO.

I'm going camping off the grid this weekend and will not have Internet access, so please bot me as necessary.

Serena coughs again, seemingly hocking up a lung. "Can't we *COUGH* talk to them?" *WHEEZE*

Ref save (yellow): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Ref save (pink): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Ref save (red): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Ref save (blue): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Ref save (orange): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Reflex save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

*COUGH* *COUGH*

What can we *COUGH* do against them? *HACK*

Serena unsheathes her scimitar with a sigh. More violence. When will they learn that this isn't the answer?

Serena looks at the others, quite alarmed.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Serena looks down each hall, ensuring nothing is waiting to ambush them. "North, or south?" she asks her companions.

Sorry for the delay. I got back on the 6th and walked right into a hornet's nest of busy times getting ready for the holiday.

Once again, my wife and I are on our way to Walt Disney World, Dec 1-6. If necessary, please bot me during that time. Thank you!

Actually, yes. The stress of the election is causing my depression to flare up. I'm sorry. I will try to be more responsive.

I'm alive, just been busy.

Been there. I was in the aftermath of Katrina for 14 days without power, so I feel you. My heart goes out to those affected and I wish you better fortune.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"Yes, I don't fancy leaving a foe behind us to attack us when we least expect it."

Serena shrugs and falls in behind Fergus.

Serena steps into the corridor and looks right and left.

"This corpse is only a few days old and it died of poison, probably giant spider venom, which means that they probably haven't left. We must be very cautious. I'd hate to leave someone behind alone, but if not, we may well come back to find our horses dead or webbed."

Heal: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Serena examines the carcass, trying to assess how recent it may be.

Serena checks her gear one final time and is ready to proceed.