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That's odd. You wouldn't expect the doors to open so easily if they shut automatically. Furthermore, why put this defense in such a place?

Zatiel takes a few moments to inspect the doors, hoping to gleam some information to their purpose.
Knowledge Aracana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 As he stoops to inspect the door for any carvings or symbols the blasted thing smacks him in the head!

Thanks Valena for the healing. It will be good enough binding to keep my wounds from reopening down in this dungeon.

Zatial looks at the door a bit more closely to determine if it is locked by any magical means.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
HP 8, 2Dex damage

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

Zatial is able to make his way carefully along the walkway. Thankfully the square footed elf is able to make it along the walkway without much issue.

Zatial arms his crossbow and cautiously follows behind his comrades.
This little Imp is full of lies and misdirection. I trust nothing in these ruins. How long do you think this monster lived below us? And for what end? the elf whispers while the party moves long the secret hallway.

Feeling full of vigor, Zatial unleashes a bolt of magic at the imp.
Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Thanks Valena, I was hoping that today will not be the day that my light faded.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Zatial is at zero HP... sorry my memory is fading as fast as my life points... is there a healing potion?

Listening, Zatial tries to understand the spell that the imp is trying to cast.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Zatial curses under his breath, Little devil, this time you'll end up under our heel. If you hope to survive this, you better be ready to make a deal!

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Hi all- I thought that I had alerted this group but obviously I didn't. Sorry I had to take a RL break for some professional advancement. But its all over now and back to having fun.

Zatial will take one of the silver blanches for his crossbows, for emergency use of course.
Thank you Xemne. We are all in debt to you and Caspar, that is for sure.

Why thank you Tymek. I echo my companions and thank you for your generosity. Hopefully we can get this wizard tower thing put to rest. The scroll will be most useful. And I can't help but think that little devil would fit nicely into a net.

Zatial takes the scroll while he bows deeply.
Will copy into his wizard spell book as soon as possible.

Friends, it seems like the dungeon is where we need to return. Things were going well until that damn thing got in our way.

Zatiel drinks his wine quickly, almost without pause. Sorry folks, I'm not much for words right now. Thanks for the food and drink, it does a withered soul well.

Zatiel returns to his apartment for needed rest and study for his magical abilities.
More to come.

Zatial slumps to the ground exhausted from the fight. Whatever we do Valena, I must rest. Any magic that I have to help the party is useless at this time. We may also need to get help from a priest in town. Some of our wounds look fairly serious.

In favor of returning to town to heal.

Zatial with grit and determination reloads his crossbow quickly and takes aim at the devil.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

But in the panic of the situation, his bolt does fly true.

Whoops!Crossbow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Zatial reloads his crossbow in the corner of the room, Gents and madams, at what point do we try to flee this devil?

Zatial lets loose with his crossbow -CrossBow Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Zatial continues to move away from the imp and draws his crossbow, loading up the weapon.

I hope this works, this has pushed me to the limit of my magical powers!
Zatial lets loose a torrent of fire.
Burning Hands Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
At current location, should hit only the imp with a 15' cone. Zatial will then take a 5' step back.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Fort Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Zatial, out of force missiles conjures up a magical missile and fires it at the imp.
Magic Missile Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Zatial slings out his last force missle at the imp!
Force Missile: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 1 = 21 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Fort Check: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 2 + 1 = 15

Awe, that stung you little monster screams the elf, barely able to ward off the stink of the devil.

Taking a step backwards he sends another force missile at the critter.
Force Missile: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8

Sorry all, I was travelling and stumbled upon a wonderful location that had everything except for an internet signal. Back now and surprising refreshed!

Zatial continues to press his attack on the imp, The first time was only a test of your powers little devil
Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Zatiale takes a step back and fires off a Force Missile at the little imp.
Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Knowlege: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

I knew it you little cur. We mean to send you back to the hell that you came from... and those spikes really hurt!
4 Force Missiles Remaining. 5 HP Remaining (1 Non-lethal).

No thank you Valena, but I think your antics troubled our chicken friend here. But unless we want to bleed out all over these old chairs I wonder if we can unlock the secrets without its help?

Dismissively, Zatial takes a seat on the chair , leering at the overgrown chicken.

Looking at his friends minor wounds and wanting to gain more knowledge at any cost, Zatial will reenter the room and slash his arm on one of the rusty nails. While it only draws a small amount of blood, the elf isn't known for his great stamina. Ouch, that hurt... almost stoically. Does that suffice, crow?

Zatial doesn't like the looks of this and backs out of the room, Say bird, why do you need our blood? Some sort of ritual that you are trying to complete? I have a feeling, whatever you are offering, I am not interested.
Unless the bird gives a wonderful answer, Zatial will not participate.

Knowledge History: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Ah, the bird refers to something ancient by human reckoning. This is not the first time in these catacombs that he seen things stuck in an ancient time. If we are here to search for treasures, I bet that there are wonderful treasures here somewhere. But I doubt we will find it in this room, lets go from here and seek out our treasures and exploration elsewhere.

Treasure? What kind of treasure would a Raven have in this area. To be honest, any treasure in a room that looks like Thorny's childhood room isn't work shedding blood over. Eli, come on back before you get tetanus from that rusty chair.

Zatial is a bit skeptical of the birds offerings and fears that something magical (or at least sinister is going on).

Zatial send a bolt of force at the elemental before backing down the hallway a bit. Eli, we can try but not sure how effectively we can bring this electric beast out into the open.

Force Missile Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Force Missile 1/7

Zatiel searches is brain for some weakness that a lightning elemental might have.

Careful all, this bugger wants to eat all of the metal you have. Its attracted to such things and is likely more powerful against metal. On the bright side, it will probably want to eat me last.

Zatial will summon a bolt of force and target the cloud... I wonder what this is?
Magic Missile: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Returned safely from my travels!

Zatial keeps his magical lamp lit for everyone to see...

Perhaps this was nothing more than some type of mysterious magic/
Zatial will cast Detect Magic, looking for auras or any magical residue.

Zatial stands with his light source ready to illuminate the room.

Ok to continue to move to the North and then West, the area we haven't explored?

Agreed, I follow Valena

I agree. Whatever is going on here is strange at the least and possibly deadly at the worst. Zatial quickly moves around making sure that no attackers are coming from their blind side.

Zatial holds his magical light up high and close to the bars, but not too close. He waits for one of the more brave members of the party to look closer.

Val, its not likely these creatures lasted this long without some type of magical means. I'd suggest we just leave them here or silence them for good. I can't imagine anything helpful coming from them. Especially if they are thieves. Zatiel whispers back to Val and the rest of the group.

Zatiel moves after Eli and Thorny, trying to help spot any "clues."
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Checking near obcessively, Zatiel makes sure that his crossbow is loaded and ready to fire if needed. Giving a nod to Thorny he indicates he is ready to move out.

Eli, I hope that there aren't any traps down here but this looks be more of the prison than anything else.

Zatial holds his magical light up high so that Thorny can have a good look at the statue.

Well these Catacombs are old and the beds suggest that there are new occupants down here. Zatial makes sure his crossbow is still ready and prepares to move on with the rest of his friends.
Ready to move to the south door

Zatial moves to examine the beds. I wonder what creatures made home here and for how long? Are they big enough to house a kobold? The elf also examines the iron statue... What is this? he wonders to himself.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
K: History: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Zatial's mouth opens in horror of the gigantic bugs. Without thinking his lets loose a bolt of magical energy at one of the bugs and scampers for a defensive position.

Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 Force Missile Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Target Southern centipede (if alive). If not, then northern centipede, -4 modifier shooting into combat.
Step 5' to the South East.

Zatial takes his crossbow out and readies it, nodding to the others he is ready to slowly move forward.

When Thorny moves, Zatial will slowly advance behind the former guard.

Lads, we don't have to worry about light. But seriously we will need some rope. Perhaps one of us should run back to town and get a bit from *general store*. Zatial pulls a coin from his pocket and casts a quick spell, illuminating the dark in magical light.

I'll look up who runs the *general store* in a bit...