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SM: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Tink doesn't think the trox will immediately smash him, so he extricates himself from Loiosh's saddle and drops to the ground. (Fun fact: you can't fast dismount from a mount more than one size category larger than yourself, but it's still only a move action to hop off. I've also used various ways to increase his ride skill into the stratosphere so he basically auto-passes any possible check, even when Loiosh is large.) He steps closer to Kharazhar, hands raised in non-aggression, and says in Undercommon, "Did you escape from a slaver called Rovalda? We encountered her near here. She offered us a bounty to capture you, but we beat her to within an inch of her life instead. Her guards abandoned her and we obtained your ownership papers." He gestures to Astrid. "Astrid has them. Would you like to see?"

Tink leads Loiosh a step back, away from the trox. "Hold, Loiosh. We don't want to hurt this one."

Tink calls down a flame strike in between the nagas, bathing them both in holy fire.

FS: 12d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 3, 3, 1, 3, 4, 2, 4, 6, 6, 5) = 40 DC 21 reflex half

Then, even before the deafening concussion of the spell has dissipated, he leans over and whispers in Loiosh's ear, "ATTACK."

SM: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Doh so close.

Tink follows, feeling bad for Loiosh for having to squeeze through the corridor. His hide is scraping against the walls on both sides. If this goes on much longer, he will need to shrink him again.

Tink dismounts Loiosh. "I can turn into something that can swim, and Loiosh here is a surprisingly good swimmer." (+12!) "If any of you are worried about getting across, I can meditate for spells to help."

He can prep a few touch of the seas for anyone who needs a little boost.

Tink pats his best friend on the back. "I know, buddy. She shouldn't have said that. She deserves to be snacks for what she does. But we don't kill people who have surrendered."

Tink sighs. "No snacks, Loiosh. Put her down."

"You really shouldn't have said that, lady."

"'Kill the dinosaur'?! Say meow, slaver trash!"

baleful polymorph

Tink looks at V and shrugs. "It's gotta work eventually, right?" Then, to Loiosh: "Go help Rand."

I'm going to roll her save before Loiosh acts; if she fails, he'll attack the beetle instead.

"Yup. Let's go."

Yeah, if we ever start another 1e game, we should go with ABP.

Tink fingers the charm around his neck. "This protects me from a single bad... thing per day. Disease, poison, a fireball, like that. But complete immunity from disease? That's hard to pass up." He takes the periapt and turns it in his hands. "Yes, I think I will try it. Thank you."

He takes off his charm of fate and replaces it with the periapt of health.

Tink pulls out his wand. He's starting to think they should have brought more of these.

CLW Tink: 4d8 + 4 ⇒ (4, 5, 8, 8) + 4 = 29
CLW Loiosh: 6d8 + 6 ⇒ (8, 8, 8, 8, 2, 5) + 6 = 45

Whoa, that's six 8's out of ten total rolls. ChatGPT says: ~0.047% chance, or roughly 1 in 2,100

That gets Tink to 95/96 and Loiosh to 86/90. 22 charges left if Astrid needs help healing the others.

Tink moves the third orb from the corpse of #2 and onto #1.

orb 1: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 5) = 11
orb 2: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 3) = 10
orb 3: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 3) = 9

Then he says, "Bring it down, Loiosh! We can heal you after, you big baby."

Tink casts ball lightning. Two orbs appear on #1 and a third appears on #2.

orb 1: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 3) = 11
orb 2: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 5) = 8
orb 3: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 5) = 10

The peludas' quills make Tink reluctant to let Loiosh attack them, but he is immune to the poison, at least? And they've shown that they need to be put down quickly. "Sorry, bud. Attack!"

HA: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (4) + 21 = 25

Tink can't see the creatures so he orders Loiosh forward. Once he's close enough, he curses when he sees they are too spread out to get them both in any of his spells (well, besides sirocco, but he knows Rand hates that; one day soon, he'll be able to exclude his allies from sirocco, and then look out, evil-doers!) He decides to turn #2 into a cute little kitty instead. baleful polymorph

Then he points at V. "Loiosh, defend!"

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23

Assume Tink told you all about the mushrooms and their poison's effects. Also, I just remembered you're immune right now so this is all kind of moot XD

Tink calls Loiosh to his side and repeats the ritual he performed on Astrid and V the previous morning.

remove disease: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

Then he performs it on himself.

remove disease: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

He nods in satisfaction and begins helping pack up the camp.

That's the disease sorted!

Tink looks at Astrid. "From the way this Furnace sounds, I'm not sure they'd survive coming with us, but maybe we can find somewhere safe to leave them and someone in Kraggodan can come get them?"

Oops, that little slip up was on Mike, not Tink.

Tink pulls out his wand and taps Rand with it while the monk speaks to Kisegar. He swats Loiosh's snout away from licking the blood off of Rand. "Can't have him getting the taste of aasimar blood!"

CLW: 6d8 + 6 ⇒ (4, 7, 4, 2, 4, 7) + 6 = 34

Tink nods and pulls out a potion of lesser restoration. "One left."

Tink's eyebrows raise at the sudden turn of events. "Well, isn't that interesting." He turns to see guard #2 still engaged with V. "But first things first. Loiosh, attack."

Tink yells, "To Rand!". Once adjacent, he touches Rand and whispers a quick incantation. Rand feels precious healing energy flow through him.

Spirit share to give Rand a potion of CSW. This is a great f$!!ing spell.

CSW: 3d8 + 5 ⇒ (3, 7, 5) + 5 = 20

Tink drops a flame strike in the middle of the three guards.

FS: 12d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 5, 5, 5, 1, 2, 5, 5, 6, 2, 6) = 47

Then he points at #1. "Snacks."

Tink laughs again, the lilt echoing off the walls and ceiling. He waves a hand, dismissing the reduce animal spell, and Loiosh grows to his full nearly 12' size. Tink patiently waits for Loiosh's excited dance to conclude, then climbs atop him and into the saddle with well-practiced ease belying his age.

"Shall we?" He looks one way down the road, then the other. "Hmm. Which way do you think it is?"

Tink returns to his gnome form and does some stretches, his joints popping and groaning. "Even as a gecko, that was a long climb." He lets out a long sigh. "Who wants to see a really happy dinosaur?"

He laughs, then tosses Loiosh's statue to the ground. He looks at his friend. "Big Loiosh?"

As Tink is preparing his final spells of the day, he suddenly clutches his abdomen and doubles over. He tries to suppress a cry, but it just ends up coming out as a whimper.

fort (+2 disease): 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 13 + 2 = 28

However, a mere few seconds later, he is back to meditating, as if nothing at all happened.

After about ten minutes, he stows his pillow back in his handy haversack, looks at the others, and says, "Ready! We descend!"

Tink laughs. "Yes, big Loiosh. Won't that be fun?" He turns to the others and says in a stage whisper, "Maybe not for the slavers."

He pulls out his meditation pillow. "The Darklands await! Shall I prepare another spider climb or are we waiting for tomorrow?"

Tink nods. "No apologies necessary, dear! With any luck, Loiosh will be able to go full size down there. That should deter any patrols."

wis: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Yeah, that's good enough.

Tink shrugs. "My only knowledge of the Darklands comes from what I know about dinosaurs, but I do know that it's dark. We won't be sneaking past any patrols if we need to have light." He looks at Astrid. "Did you learn how to teleport from Katia? A trip back to Longshadow to find a way for all of us to see in the dark might be worth our time." He pauses. "Frankly, I'm embarrassed that I didn't think of it before."

Tink unmounts Loiosh to allow him to have his breakfast in peace, then he pulls out his wand and heals himself up.

CLW: 4d8 + 4 ⇒ (8, 7, 3, 8) + 4 = 30

Then he helps look around the room.

perc: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (18) + 28 = 46

Tink finds Jimmy Hoffa's grave.

Tink thinks his new friends have this well in hand but, with nowhere for Loiosh to retreat to, he goes ahead and dispels the black tentacles.

GDM: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Tink doesn't love that there is a angry, frothing-at-the-mouth destroyer in his face, but he is well-trained in casting his spells under duress.

CD DC 25: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (15) + 23 = 38

He mutters, "This has to work eventually, right?" and waves a hand dismissively in ZtS's direction. baleful polyf!%%ingmorph!

Tink grins with malicious intent. "Look at them all bunched up so nice!" He chants a familiar incantation and a sirocco erupts from the ceiling, whipping up not!Zanathura's fancy silk pillows and other detritus.

"Loiosh, ATTACK!"

sirocco @ ZtS: 4d6 + 12 ⇒ (3, 5, 6, 1) + 12 = 27
sirocco @ #1: 4d6 + 12 ⇒ (6, 3, 3, 6) + 12 = 30
sirocco @ #2: 4d6 + 12 ⇒ (6, 3, 6, 4) + 12 = 31
sirocco @ #3: 4d6 + 12 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 2) + 12 = 19
sirocco @ #4: 4d6 + 12 ⇒ (4, 5, 4, 5) + 12 = 30

Tink waves off the potion. "I didn't realize everyone needed to see! Looks like we all failed to prepare!" He smacks his head in mock frustration. "Hold out your sword, V." Once presented, Tink casts light on hoblopper.

Once everyone is ready, Tink statues Loiosh and then turns into a giant gecko. After the party ascends, he ungeckoes, brings Loiosh back, and takes his place in the saddle. "Ready when you are."

Tink smiles and gives Astrid's hand a squeeze. "Don't be so hard on yourself, love. I have other magic that will delay the effects of the disease for a day, and we can try again tomorrow." He doesn't tell Astrid that he thinks he will be fine and plans to tank the save later today.

"I'll be done in a little less than an hour." He returns to his meditation pillow and completes his morning rituals.

Prepping one delay disease for Loiosh, plus everything else we talked about. Gave up ice spears and selective stone call for today for the remove disease castings. Gave up spindrift spritz for a single lesser restoration. He'll have slots open in levels 1/4/5/6.

Once done, he casts a whole slew of spells on himself and his companions:

- heightened awareness (self; 2 hours)
- longstrider (self; 12 hours)
- barkskin (self; extended with the rod; 240 minutes)
- reduce animal (Loiosh; 12 hours)
- delay disease (Loiosh; 1 day)
- greater magic fang (Loiosh; 12 hours)
- communal spider climb (Astrid/Rand/V; extended; 80 minutes each)

Extend rod has one charge left.

"Rand, come." Once Rand is ready, Tink casts lesser restoration on him.

LR: 1d4 ⇒ 2

He looks at Rand, unsatisfied. "You still look weak. I still have another potion if you want it."

He looks around the room. "Does anyone have a way to give Loiosh darkvision? I am embarrassed to say I failed to prepare."

Tink nods to Astrid and pulls out his meditation pillow. He goes to kneel in the corner of the shelter to enact the first phase of their plan.

Only prepping two remove disease castings to start. We'll see how those go first.

Once ready, he calls V and Astrid over. "I won't hear any argument here; you two are going first. From your description of the disease's effects," (i.e., strength and charisma damage; Tink also gets a +2 to disease-based saves, for a total of +15, so he's [shockingly] got the best fort save against the effects) "it will affect us least of everyone. This isn't a guaranteed cure, but I'll give it a shot. V, you're first. Astrid, watch closely."

Tink rests one hand on V's head. The other holds his staff aloft. He begins the incantation. After a few short seconds, a burst of white light comes from his hand and enters V.

CL check: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

On the f@!*ing nose!

Tink opens his eyes. He pulls V's head close to his, looking deep into the bigger man's eyes. He nods. "One down. Astrid, did you get that?" (I'll assume she did.) "Okay, you're next. Whenever you're ready."

He repeats the ritual on Astrid.

CL check: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Tink nods in satisfaction, then looks wryly at Astrid. "I really didn't know if that was going to work." He winks.

Tink shrugs. "I don't suppose we'll go deeper than Nar-Voth. We are only a couple hundred feet deep right now, but Sekamina is at least two thousand feet down." He considers for a moment. "Let's hope we only go as deep as Nar-Voth. I don't fancy meeting any drow on this trip."

He turns to Astrid. "Sorry to interrupt, Astrid, but we need to talk spells for tomorrow..."

Will have that conversation in discord!

Tink pats his loudly snoring companion on the flank. "This strapping young lad? He's not my first companion, I am sorry to say. I am old, dearie. And they do enjoy longer lives with me than they would in the wild, but unfortunately, they still don't live quite as long as gnomes." He pats Loiosh again, lost in thought and memory. "You've heard of the bleaching, yes? In my nearly two centuries, I have been all over this world, running from the bleaching. I grew up in Absalom of all places--I still have family there, in fact!--but I was barely 30 when I started to travel. My first destination was right across the Inner Sea in the Mwangi Jungle. That's where I discovered my affinity for Loiosh's kind. My first was a compsognathus named Rocza. She was a sweetheart." He sighs heavily. "I continued to travel, but every time I lost a friend, I would return to Garund to find a new one. I've raised Loiosh from an egg. He is my first allosaurus. All dinosaurs have big personalities but he may be the biggest I've met."

He continues to absent-mindedly stroke Loiosh's rough hide, deep in thought. He studies Astrid, as if trying to decide if he should say what's on his mind. Finally, he continues. "I have learned how to bring back a companion from death since he's been with me. I... I don't know if I will, though. If he passes on naturally, it would be incredibly selfish of me to bring him back. That's an easy decision. But if he goes violently... what will bringing him back do to him? I know a thing or two about trauma, and it's hard to imagine something more traumatic than dying violently." He shakes his head. "Well, let's hope it's a decision I won't have to make anytime soon. He is a force to behold and it will take a lot to bring him down."

He clears his throat and turns to the others. "Speaking of the Darklands, did you know that it is thought that dinosaurs originated there? In Orv, specifically. They made their way to the surface in the Realm of the Mammoth Lords, and still thrive there today. I've seen it! How they made it from there to Garund and not any of the areas in between, I have no idea. I don't think we'll be nearly as deep as Orv on this little adventure, so we shouldn't need to worry about running into any of his brethren."

A regular allosaurus is 30' long and 10,000 pounds but animal companion allosaurus is only large. He's 11-12'ish long so he'll take up a full fourth of the shelter, but Tink is 3'2" and 37 pounds, so they can share :)

Tink watches in awe as Astrid constructs the shelter. He doesn't dare interrupt while she's at it, but later over dinner, he brings it up. "How does this"--he motions to the shelter above them--"work? This is not a spell you can normally cast? How did you figure out you could do that?"

Tink looks at the narrow corridor as the others head to the south. "I can't dismiss this spell, so you're gonna have to squeeze a bit, bud."

Tink goes to work healing Loiosh.

CLW: 8d8 + 8 ⇒ (1, 3, 3, 2, 2, 1, 6, 8) + 8 = 34 That is impressively bad.

He holds up the wand to V and raises his eyebrows. "Need a hit?"

If so:

CLW: 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (2, 5, 5) + 3 = 15

Tink thinks this is well in hand. He doesn't expend another spell, instead encouraging Loiosh to finish off Grax.

Tink looks triumphant when his spell knocks the big one down, and then despondent when all three of them leave the area of affect without further injury.

Will need to immobilize them first next time...

"Okay, let's try this one again then." He points a finger at Grax and says, "Say 'meow'." baleful polymorph

When Grax doesn't say 'meow', Tink looks crestfallen. "Nothing is working, Loiosh! Why don't we just go eat them?"

"Well, she seems nice. Time to bring out the big guns." He lifts both hands to the ceiling, screaming an incantation in Druidish, then rips his hands down to his sides. A burst of furnace hot air blasts downward on the newcomers' heads.

sirocco @boss: 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (2, 3, 4) + 12 = 21
sirocco @1: 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (6, 5, 1) + 12 = 24
sirocco @2: 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (5, 4, 6) + 12 = 27

"I would advise you avoid that area. Loiosh, stay."

My first time casting sirocco! 3d6+caster level damage + prone + fatigued. Fort save halves damage and negates prone. Lasts 12 rounds and if they take more damage from it in a subsequent round, fatigued progresses to exhausted. That's fun!

Tink knows the biggest threat in this room is the poison on those creepers' darts. He chants a few words and points at the "ground" at their feet. A boiling torrent of water erupts from the ceiling, threatening to severely burn the creepers and send them tumbling to the (actual) ground below.

geyser damage @C1: 3d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 6) + (1) = 12
geyser damage @C2: 3d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 5) + (6) = 18

Then he pulls a potion of delay poison from his bandolier and holds it out to V. "Take this! It'll help!"

Tink laughs, chants a few words, and touches his mount, who grows back to his normal nearly 12 foot height. The magical saddle automatically sizes itself to fit and Tink rides out the whole process, still mounted. Then he leans over and whispers, "Hold here, bud. Let them come to us."

This is kind of silly, but I used animal growth on the already shrunk Loiosh to bring him back to normal size. I did it this way instead of dismissing the reduce animal because he doesn't have another reduce available to cast after the fight.

Going to assume that Rand made an announcement so Tink knows there's danger.

Tink is on the ball, despite being behind the entire party and Rand having to literally mention that there are more enemies. He rushes Loiosh past the others, just into the entrance of this... enormous chamber. He grins.

"Who's ready for Big Loiosh?"

CLW: 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1, 6) + 3 = 12

(I noticed that I forgot to include Rand's 11 damage on the first--ahem, the only--hit of that fight, so Tink just topped you off!)