Time for the Tomb of Borrors!

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: As you poke and prod your way down the stanky hallway heading in a northeast direction you reach a crossroads. You can head north or southeast. The agonized cries are coming from the southeast.

[Ranger Alissa]

*Heading SE*

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: As you move SE ,A luminous phantasm resembling a withered crone with wild and unkempt hair and a dress of tattered rags comes shreiking out of the mist, her long claws raking the air and her jaws snapping.

Everyone must make a save!

I will be incommunicado this weekend, so have fun 8>)

Only if you have to:

No, this not a save or die type thing

[AM HEALER]

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

ACK! IT LOOKS UNDEAD! I TURN IT!

[AM SORCERER TOO]

Invoke dragon ancestors for spiritual protection:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

[JRR Tolkien]

AMH: The undead hag backs away from you slowly disappearing into the mist screaming in frustration.

AMS: That is a will save...yes, You feel horrible for this poor undead hag thing and break down crying for Crying time: 1d4 ⇒ 2

[Ranger Alissa]

Ah, you poor thing.

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: Would you like to console poor AMS? He is a blubbering mess.

[Ranger Alissa]

No, just being sarcastic.

[JRR Tolkien]

Ranger Alissa wrote:

No, just being sarcastic.

Well that makes 2 of us 8>)

[The Nasty Orc]

Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

"That poor lady she was crying and screaming we should help her. She looks like my Aunt Petunia. She always made the best meatballs."

[JRR Tolkien]

Nasty: The memories come flooding back to you of your dear Aunt Petunia and overwhelm you with grief Crying: 1d4 ⇒ 4 Wow those must have been some real good meatballs

[The Nasty Orc]

They were she used nothing but the finest meats, young Halfling and virginal elf mixed with parsley, nutmeg, cinnamon, garlic and capers

[AM SORCERER TOO]

Dries his eyes of dragon tearz with a charismatic silk handkerchief

I'm sure dinner was an unforgettable experience at your house. We need to move on, however.

[JRR Tolkien]

AMS: You do recover from your bout of sadness, however it seems to have hit Nasty particulary hard...Poor poor nasty

[Ranger Alissa]

Is the crying we heard earlier and the sound the crone thing made the same?

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: Yes it was

[Ranger Alissa]

So there are 3 options.
A) All 3 doors lead to the same place.
B) The crone is moving thru the walls or her wail is loud enough it can be heard in all 3 hall ways.
C) There is a crone behind all 3 doors.

[The Nasty Orc]

"Don't hurt her she is just like my Aunt Petunia, maybe she will make us meatballs."

[The Nasty Orc]

Once he settles down. He decides he should try and follow this woman who reminds him of his Aunt Petunia.

"Hey Lady come back. Do you make meatballs?"

[Ranger Alissa]

Enough with Aunt Petunia, she is not here.
Lets go kill whatever this is.

Knowledge Undead: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35

[JRR Tolkien]

Nasty: You have successfully gotten over your melancholy.

Alissa: The creature is similiar to a Banshee. You can hear her wailing away in the distance.

She will not approach as long as AMH keeps her away

[Ranger Alissa]

*Continuing down the hall.*

[JRR Tolkien]

As you continue down the misty hall, it starts taking a more southward turn. About 40' down you come to a crossroads. You can go right/west or continue south. The wailing seems to be coming from the west.

[Ranger Alissa]

*Head west.*

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: You travel roughly 20' and come to an orange door, from behind the door you can smell the odor of lilacs

[Ranger Alissa]

Check For Traps: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: You detect no traps

[Ranger Alissa]

*Opens left door.*

What do I see?

[The Nasty Orc]

Walks up beside Alissa and peers in the room.

"Whatcha got boss?"

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa/Nasty: As you open the door, You see some yellowish-purple mist intermingling with the brown mist, It smells strongly of Lilacs...So strong in fact that you both are getting lightheaded. The crones cries can be heard inside this passageway.

[AM HEALER]

So, should I not turn her this time, and just bash her instead?

I haven't smashed a crone's skull with my mace since I was a babe on my grandmammy's lap.

[JRR Tolkien]

AMH: You know that the crone cannot wail again for the rest of the day.

[Ranger Alissa]

Anyone have a gust of wind spell?

[AM SORCERER TOO]

Do we need ventilation?

[JRR Tolkien]

Hmmm...It appears as though AMS is not quite as charismatic, it must be the mist

[AM SORCERER TOO]

There. Much better.

[Ranger Alissa]

What do I see now?

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: The area you are looking into is filled with the yellowish-purple mist. Vision is restricted to 5'. The smell of lilacs is quite powerful all of you are starting to get a bit lightheaded

[Ranger Alissa]

I thought AMS cleared it?

[The Nasty Orc]

Does the smell of lilacs over power my body odor?

[JRR Tolkien]

Alissa: No he had a different avatar posted for a little bit and then changed it back.

Nasty: It's a real battle...In fact why don't we say that your BO is enough to nullify the lilac poison in this corridor.

The hag has used her most powerful weapon(Her Wail) already and really has nothing left.

[AM SORCERER TOO]

If you cleared the corridor, I may be able to incinerate the odor withoutcooking anyone else.

[The Nasty Orc]

"I think my own odor is fighting off that horrible gas in the corridor. stay close to me Alissa. My odor will protect you."

[JRR Tolkien]

Nasty: Indeed Your B.O will nullify the horrible Lilac poison

[The Nasty Orc]

He takes hold of Alissa protectively like a brother might a sister or a father a daughter.

"Make sure you stay close if you can't smell my odor then you maybe in danger of getting that purple poison in your lungs."

[Ranger Alissa]

If only I had my old body. It was immune to poisons.

[JRR Tolkien]

This corridor goes in a circle and has a thin yellow-purple mist that reeks of lilacs. 180 degrees around the circle is a golden door.

[The Nasty Orc]

"Boss door over there should we go?"

He starts walking towards the door keeping his arm around Alissa. His body odor fighting off the horrible lilac poison the odor itself a combination of dead donkey sweat, fermenting cheese, rotting meat and horrible foot odor.

[Ranger Alissa]

I don't know which is worse, the lilacs or the Nasty.