Time for the Tomb of Borrors!

[The Nasty Orc]

"Oh where did everyone go? I guess me head over to the bowl and see if there is food there."

He tromps over to the bowl that everyone was talking about earlier before doing the sneaky thing and stealthing in. Nasty is not so stealthy.

TRoMP, TRMOP TROMP

[JRR Tolkien]

JRR Tolkien wrote:

Just barely made it!

All of you make it to the east side of the valley.

Nasty you are already on the east side.

[The Nasty Orc]

okay so he sees the trolls?

"I want to eat the trolls. Can I Alissa?"

[Ranger Alissa]

No. They will eat you.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

"Can I rain hellfire on the trolls, Alissa?"

[AM SORCERER TOO]

Hey! Hey. I can breath fire now thanks to that scroll.

[JRR Tolkien]

As the sun begins to move behind the tall peaks all of you begin to pick up the faint aroma of lilacs

[AM HEALER]

MY MACE CAN RAIN FIERY DEATH UPON MY ENEMIES.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

"CHARGE!!!"

[JRR Tolkien]

Well You all get the drop on them so you have a free round to inflict as much senseless violence as you want.

[Ranger Alissa]

@#*%! Idiots!

Twang: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
Thwip: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: Your Arrow flies true and stikes 1 of the gray trollike creatures in the arse, It yells out in pain

[Ranger Alissa]

I Was aiming at the idiots!

[JRR Tolkien]

Now Now No PvP

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

CHARGE!!!
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Plus paralyzation.

[JRR Tolkien]

Nesod: you just manage to hit his touch ac and he freezes in place even with a +11 fort save

[Ranger Alissa]

I love botched saves, when they are not mine.

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: out of the corner of your eye you catch a glint from the mouth of the mine entrance, also the smell of lilac seems to be getting a little stronger

[AM HEALER]

FIERY DEATH!

20d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 2, 5, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 3, 6, 1, 3, 6, 1, 5, 5, 6, 3, 5) = 74

[JRR Tolkien]

The 6 remaining mountain trolls fall down unconscious slowly bleeding out not able to regenerate.

AMH: You too see a glint coming from the mouth of the mine entrance

[Ranger Alissa]

Nasty, on guard.

[The Nasty Orc]

"Okay me guard. Can I at least eat some of the troll while guarding?"

He moves to take up position of the best vantage to see both the entrance to the mine as well as see outside.

[JRR Tolkien]

Nasty: The smell of lilacs is getting stronger and at the center of the valley in the very deepest parts you begin to see a purplish fog forming on the ground.

Everyone: How long do you all wish to wait?

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

Can I do any knowledges?

[Jenny the Jellymancer]

Purplish fog? As in, slimy doom approaches? What do I sense through my external cytoplasmatic membrane?

Knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

[Ranger Alissa]

Knowledge Dyngeoneering: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

[The Nasty Orc]

"Does the fog look tasty?"

[JRR Tolkien]

Everyone: Using the combined might of all your brainpower you all come to the conclusion that...

Results:

It is a purplish fog that smells of lilacs.

You are all 100' feet from the fog, it is slowly filling in the lowest parts of the valley.

[Ranger Alissa]

Does it appear to have any affect on the plant life?

Spot: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: Digging back through your earliest teachings of botany. You realize that this substance has some characteritics(Smell) of a powerful defoilant.

[The Nasty Orc]

Nasty starts walking towards the fog unless someone stops him.

[JRR Tolkien]

Nasty:if you move closer, you would notice the smell of lilac getting much stronger. if you get within 20'...well we will just wait and see

[Ranger Alissa]

Nasty, stay here. Poison Gas!

[The Nasty Orc]

"Smells nice like flowers. I want to smell purple fog and be in it."

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 (OOC: if he fails he keeps heading towards the fog.

[JRR Tolkien]

Nasty: Did you make your save?

[The Nasty Orc]

(OOC: Not sure was the will save DC 10 or 15? I am guessing at least 15 so no save.)

He continues to walk towards the purple fog sniffing the air as he goes.

[Ranger Alissa]

Nesod - Wall of fire in front of Nasty.

[JRR Tolkien]

Nasty:There was no save, you kinda made this up

You hear your leader imploring you not to go near the ever so tasty cottoncandy like substance.

You may make another will save. If you want to

[AM HEALER]

DO YOU WANT ME TO KILL THE ORC?

[AM SORCERER TOO]

Moving forward, Am Too exhales a burst of dragon flame from his gullet.

[AM SORCERER TOO]

Am Too will try and miss the nasty orc.

[The Nasty Orc]

"But it is like cotton candy. So delicious looking. I want me some."

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

(OOC; Definite fail especially when you said it looks like cotton candy.)

[JRR Tolkien]

Nasty: A rather large gout of flame blows in front of you shaking you from your fascination with the oh so delicious blueberry and rotten fish flavored cotton candy.

You are now 70' from the edge of the fog, you can make another will save at +3

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

I use my illusory wand to make a big, delicious plate of haggis in my hand.

"Hey, NASTY!!! I found I had some HAGGIS in my pack!!!"

[The Nasty Orc]

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 3 = 17

"Rhmm? Haggis? I love the Haggis."

He turns and sees the illusion of the Haggis and moves to eat it. He is not going to be happy when he finds out it is not real.

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

I'm going to run away from Nasty.

[JRR Tolkien]

Nasty: Congratulations! you no longer feel the urge to consume the blueberry and rotten fish cotton candy like substance now covered in cigar ashes and coconut sprinkles.

[JRR Tolkien]

Nesod: I hope you are fast

Anyone not running around the poisonious valley: You notice that as the sun sinks lower the poison fog is increasing in size

[AM SORCERER TOO]

We need to get out of here!