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Nothing to compare with what you're going through of course Ray, but a massive ice storm the first Winter in our new house took our power out for over two weeks. Which is by way of saying I totally agree "bucket bathing" is highly overrated.

Give Elon a call to see if you can get one of the early solar packages from the deal Governor Rossello's trying to wrangle. I really hope they can pull that off.

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I've unexpectedly been working O/T the last few weeks and probably won't be able to level up until next weekend. No thoughts on where to go from here.

And I guess if the adventure's wrapped there's no point in slinging the healing wand. But thanks to those who checked in, I appreciate it.

Relieved, Tuich retrieves a wand from her pack and begins moving among the group.

Sorry gang, the weekend went south as well. Put in 63 hours at work this week. I think things have stabilized now (he said, tempting Murphy once more).

Before I start dishing out CLWs: Can everyone check that their stats up to date, so I can determine who needs how much healing? I don't want to short-change anyone. Thanks!

Sorry, up ridiculously early this morning for a 13 hour brutal work day. I'm totally burnt out, so will post tomorrow after work. Thanks for understanding!

With a sound of frustrated disgust, Tuich shifts the scarf to her left hand as she takes off towards the rest of the group. Threading between Jeffrey and Crove, she reaches out and touches Vincent. "క్యూర్ కాంతి గాయాలు!"

Cure Light Wounds->Vincent: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Gotta at least try to be useful, this scarf thing has gotten ridiculous.

"I'm trying," Tuich snaps at Crove. "Don't you think I'm trying?"

Steel Scarf: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Steel Scarf Revelation is a magically evoked (and invoked!) weapon, but I don't think it technically qualifies as a magic weapon. But she has little else to work with at present, so I thought I'd try once more in the hopes she at least connects and the scarf vanishes.

And before you even get cleaned up from that one, another's headed your way. As of now it looks like Maria will cut right through Puerto Rico as a Category 4. I'll be thinking good thoughts in your direction, Ray. Let's hope the projections are wrong, just like the early ones for Irma.

Fearing this attempt will yield no more benefit than before, Tuich snaps her scarf at the thing again.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 Yep, she was right.

Irma's a mean one. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you, Ray.

With a frown, Tuich snaps her scarf at the thing once more.

Steel Scarf: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Did the 12 actually connect? If so the scarf went *poof* and she'll need to re-invoke. Thanks!

Sorry, had some life craziness that went on a few days longer than I expected.

Running after the others, Tuich pauses to snap her steel scarf at the monstrosity again.

Steel Scarf: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 I doubt that hits, but just in case...
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"You know, I wouldn't mind if..." Tuich begins, the realizes what she was going to say about Crove isn't very nice. She finishes with a sigh instead and tears off after Jeffrey, snapping her steel scarf at the monster again as soon as she comes within range.

Steel Scarf: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 Wow. Just wow.

As Jeffrey moves past Tuich, she sets her jaw and follows after him, magicked scarf still in hand.

She glances at him as he issues his challenge. "And what we can see, we can hit," she comments as she whips her scarf at the glittering invisible thing.

Steel Scarf: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 Hrm, well maybe not every time...

"There!" Tuich called, dropping concentration on her spell and pointing. "Someone please tell me they can see invisible!"

I'm looking at my spell and weapon lists and I got... well, I got nothing. Delay, I suppose.

Though... why does a paraphrased line from Pitch Black come to mind?

People, just a suggestion. Perhaps we should flee!

Well, let's say "parallel to where the wall used to be, then. Something made it collapse, and it was either outside or above at the time.

"Nothing!" Tuich calls back as she whips about, frantically searching. "Is it invisible? Can anyone see invisible?"

Then a panicked looks crosses her face. "Miko! Where's Miko?"

Trying to block out her concern, Tuich grabs a stone from the ground, places it in the palm of one hand while gesturing over it with the other. After intoning "మేజ్ హ్యాండ్", the pebble floats off to the south.

Casting Mage Hand, which is 15'/MA. She's sending it towards the impact point in a path parallel to the wall, to see if it bumps into anything. I'll put a marker on the map.

As stonework is shaken loose from the building and begins to fall, Tuich makes a little Eeep! sound and tries to hurl herself out of the building.

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Unfortunately, she doesn't quite clear the door's archway in time and a heavy stone grazes one of her legs. Gritting her teeth in pain, she reacts to Jeffrey's comment. "Tooley! You can see ghosts and spirits! Can you see the invisible?"

Not waiting for a reaction, she draws forth her steel scarf again and searches for whatever is causing the commotion.

Tooley request is fluffy. Percepting, but otherwise going on Delay for a round until we can figure out what's going on.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Tuich follows on Vyk's heels.

A double move would get Tuich to the exact square Vyk is occupying, with not enough left over to step to the side. So, she's stuck just inside the doorway for now.

Also assuming there's time...

As Tuich turns to follow Jeffrey, she catches sight of Vyk downing a potion, and gasps. "Vyk! Why didn't you say something! Being too proud can get you dead! క్యూర్ కాంతి గాయాలు!"

CLW->Vyk: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 Vyk's back to full health.

Seriously, you shouldn't keep such things to yourself!

DM, before I move my token, is it workable to cross the dashed line since it seems to be a low platform, based on the short stairs? Or does she need to use the steps?

I have 0 damage...

Hence the "Wish I could help." The best Tuich can do is heal HP, which is of no use to Jeffrey right now. :o(

Wish I could help, but Tuich isn't that kind of oracle. Cure Moderate's the best she can do.

Another Keeper down and just the monster to find.

Looks like the monster found us.

"You two get out and meet us around the building!"

"Harumph. What am I, chopped liver?"

Twich will double-move to the edge of combat (map token has been moved). Since the boys have Myre cornered and she has no realistic shot, there's not much else for her to do but be there and ready. Maybe somebody will need a wand-jabbing or something.

Also, I foolishly neglected her Steel Scarf, which is still invoked and which she'd dropped to use her sling. If you have no objections, DM, I'd like for her to have grabbed that before moving, so she would have it with her and at the ready now. (If not that's okay, it's only a SwA to re-invoke it.) Thanks!

Tuich curses in her native Varisian and begins slowly moving forward as she loads another sling bullet.

Vincent's in the way now and I can't see any sanity in taking sickness penalty plus second RI penalty plus -4 for firing into melee plus essentially another -4 for cover. So instead, now that the tentacles are gone, she'll double-move at half speed to get through the slippery patch, and re-engage next round if you guys haven't finished him off by then.

Tuich launches another sling bullet!

Sling, 2nd RI: 1d20 + 5 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 - 2 - 2 = 9 Sigh.

"Watch out, Vyk!"

With no other options, Tuich fires another sling bullet.

Sling, 2nd RI: 1d20 + 5 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 - 2 - 2 = 13

Darn it, Steel Scarf at the ready, and Vyk (and his tentacles) are just out of range. :o/

"It's too late! My fate was sealed once you brought him here!" He shrieks as he points at Crove. "With both of our energies here the beast can surely sense us. It'll be here in a matter of moments!"

"Killing one of you would fix that, right?" Tuich calls out as she drops the steel scarf and puls out a sling and bullet. "I don't much care for Crove, but you're the one attacking us, so I choose you!" With that she whirls the loaded sling and lets fly.

Desperate times call for... well, "whatever you can scrounge up even if you're pretty sure it won't help," in this case.

Sling, 2nd RI: 1d20 + 5 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 2 - 2 = 15 If that by some miracle hits:
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Really, DiceBot? You couldn't let me have five lousy points of damage? Feh.

"Okay, Tuich. We deserve it. You have our permission to say, 'I told you so'."

"Little busy," Tuich replies distractedly as she launches her steel scarf at the nearest zombie.

Steel Scarf->Poiple: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 5 - 2 = 8 Bah. Bah, I say!

SA to attack and miss, then MA to back away at half speed (or is it quarter speed now?)

Holy Moly black tentacles is a badass spell to have to deal with...

Indeed. A certain GM I think we both know even banhammers Black Tentacles...

Vyk's reaction happening right next to her has a distinct impact as Tuich turns green and her cheeks puff a little. But, she manages to retain control and -- her mystical scarf weapon having dissipated in the attack -- cries "స్టీల్ కండువా!" to call forth another.

Finishing the hand motions with her reincarnated weapon at the ready, she pauses to point to the back of the long room. "I think there's someone hiding behind those curtains!"

SA to cast Steel Scarf again, half-speed move onto the center walkway.

Tuich's eyes narrow. "Excuse me," she says to Vyk as she slips past him, taking a stance on one of the crosswalks before flinging her magic-enhanced scarf at one of the undead.

Steel Scarf->Red: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 - 2 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Half-speed move 15', -2 on attack for Sickened.

Now seemingly in no better shape than Vyk, Tuich gives up on the idea of helping him. Instead, she wipes off her mouth as she tries to straighten, then whips off one of her scarves and begins moving forward. "స్టీల్ కండువా!"

Half-speed move (that eliminates the need for an Acrobatics check, yes?) and invoking Steel Scarf for next round.

At the prompting of her silks -- which begin blowing and fluttering madly, as if in a violent windstorm -- Tuich struggles to catch glimpses of the slowly approaching workers between dry heaves. Her eyes watering, she points at them weakly. "Tooley's anxious... I think those 'workers' are really zombies. Maybe treated somehow to appear more human than undead. Be careful! Murf... hork!"

Oops... I checked in yesterday and saw Tuich at the (almost) bottom of the initiative list, but missed "Everyone is up." Sorry about that.

Tuich pauses, taking in the overall pallidness of the place, the hostile-seeming... workers?... turning towards the group, Jeffrey and then Vyk apparently becoming ill. "See? See?! I told you something wasn't right!" She moves forward to aid Vyk...

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 Well, crud!

... and the vile stench affects her every bit as much as it did him.

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

That's a double move to achieve Vyk-adjacentness... erm... "adjacenticity?"

Tuich shrugs. "I don't know. It just seems..." She rubs her arms. "Something seems off."

"Does this... look right?" Tuich asks quietly.

Wow, I'll take a stand-in any time if she's gonna get the job done that well! :o)

Tuich nods in agreement with Vyk and follows the group in. On the way she nudges Miko, tips her head at the starknife and quietly says, "You might want to hide that thing, just in case."

Tuich quietly pulls her starknife free and discreetly passes it to Miko. "Careful," she whispers.

Tuich gives Crove a pointed look but holds her tongue.

Thanks Vyk! I was actually RPing, but that's a handy reference. Bookmarked.

Tuich taps Vyk and asks quietly, "What's 'Myre' again?"

"Careful!" Tuich calls out to Jeffrey as she moves to the water's edge and points at one of the fungi. "They move and get excited when you get close to them!"

She pauses to think for a minute, then calls out to him again. "I used up all my really long-range powers chasing down Crove. I can probably reach that one," she says, pointing to the southernmost one, "but I don't think that will help you?"

Still, she squats down, selects three small rocks and rises again. Cupping them in her hands, she closes her eyes and murmurs "మేజిక్ స్టోన్!" A brief glow escapes from between her hands, then she unships the sling she keeps tucked in her waist sash, sets one of the stones, twirls and releases the projectile.

Now is when she needs Spiritual Weapon, sigh. I'm finding it tough to judge distance on this map because the grid is hidden over most of it. I think from the water's edge to the southern fun guy is about 30' and it looks about 50' to the one standing on the mini-island in the middle? Presuming the other "rocks" aren't really stalagmites or columns blocking the shot, she'll do a trial at the one on the tiny island.

Sling (Magic Stone): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 1 = 19

Man, I got all excited there for a second, I forgot DiceBot parses "D20" as just "20"... rolled a 26 W00T... oh... never mind...

Damage (Magic Stone): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Yuck. Well, she won't jump in joyfully, but if everybody else is going in she'll follow suit. Whats Mr. Fun Gus doing, anything?

Tuich wrinkles her nose as she squats down at the edge of the water to study it.

"Are you sure? It doesn't look pleasant."

Sorry folks, double whammy; I was overloaded at work and then took ill. Wound up out of commission for over a week from the latter. Still wrung out and now playing catch-up (both at work and here) but I think I'm back to stay for a while. Thanks for the delay, GM.

GM, is there any indication the water's dangerous, is Jeffrey acting any less (or *gasp* more) Jeffrey? Any ripples indicating something might be swimming around?

Knowledge:Nature: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Clearly, I am being punished for my recent lack of participation.

"I'm not sure how bright..."

Tuich doesn't bother to finish the thought, given Vyk has just jumped in.

One of our local GMs used to stress that we didn't have to go everywhere and defeat everything. Sometimes discretion is the better part, etc. Let's hope this isn't one of those cases.

Tuich has a tiny dash.

Oh hey, I just noticed Jeffrey didn't roll his heal. Here ya go.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Yuck.

Kn:Nature: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Also yuck.

Tuich harrumphs good-naturedly at being referred to so. "Yes, we little ones can do 'that healing thing.' Why, are you hurt?"

Just FYI, Tuich has a (knotted) rope as well. Not sure we should let Jeffrey play cowboy and twirl/sling a heavy, pointy thing in our direction...

Tuich eyes the slope they just descended. "I wonder if there's another way out. The climb back up could be tricky. We should've thought to secure a rope up there."