Land of the Everboor

[lucky7]

Now a reflex save?

[Darling Prettymonk]

Reflex save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

[lucky7]

You get to the last few steps and jump back.

[Darling Prettymonk]

"Mmmmmmmmg!"

[lucky7]

What?

[Cyrus Melevin]

Cyrus follows with his nifty new torch a distance back, going behind the old man.

[lucky7]

You see nothing out of the ordinary.

[Darling Prettymonk]

Hmmmm. Obviously something bad here. We need more light.

*points forward while looking at the others behind her*

"Mmmmg."

[SnowJade]

I move my Dancing Lights forward a bit.

[lucky7]

You don't see anything new.

[Lobriathus Berwell]

I light another torch (hehehehehe) and toss it down to the bottom of the stairs. What happens?

[lucky7]

Lob: It passes through the last three stairs.

[Sissyl]

Hmmm, what happens if I touch the tip of my sandal to the bottom third step? Pass through?

[lucky7]

Yes.

[SnowJade]

I roll a perception check.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

[lucky7]

That would, in fact, be a will save, but I'll say you get it. The stairs are an illusion.

[Lobriathus Berwell]

And fire saves the day again! 8^)

[SnowJade]

Can I see what's under the illusion?

[lucky7]

No.

[Lobriathus Berwell]

Stick your head in.

[lucky7]

MY HEAD!!!

[SnowJade]

Or your britches.

[Darling Prettymonk]

Nothing for it. Jump down to the floor a healthy distance from the stairs.

[lucky7]

The end of the stairs? The room is in total darkness.

[Darling Prettymonk]

Okay, change of plans. Feel the edge of the stair step I am standing on down, see what is there within reach.

[lucky7]

A floor. It appears to have cultish symbols carved into it.

[SnowJade]

"What's down there?"

[Darling Prettymonk]

"Mmmmmmmg."

I take a careful step down to the real floor.

[Reformed Cultist]

*running out of darkness toward the party*

"Help me,Help me look what they've done to my ears"

[Sissyl]

Legsweep the cultist followed by a threatened stomp across his windpipe.

Sweep!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"MMMMMMMMG!"

[lucky7]

RC:What do you do?

[Reformed Cultist]

Cmd1d20 ⇒ 12

Did I make it

[SnowJade]

I hop carefully down beside DPM, being careful to stay out of her way if she needs to take an action.

[lucky7]

RC: Sadly, no.

SJ: Okey dokey. That'll be perception.

[Reformed Cultist]

*look up at mute monks foot, move my ears in defensive position over throat*

"Please you must help me, they told me that we would get to meet the great devourer and he would consume all our past transgressions. It's a friggin cannabalist orgy down there!"

[Old Man Henderson]

I KNEW IT.

Alright ears, point th' way. An' hold my beer.

[lucky7]

OMH: You had a beer this whole time?

[SnowJade]

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Did I make it?

[Old Man Henderson]

I ALWAYS have a beer.

[SnowJade]

Sounds reasonable to me. Catnip is native to Golarion, so I have a pouchfull and a small pipe. Necessities are necessities.

[Darling Prettymonk]

*lets the pathetic cultist get up*

"MMMMMG!"

[SnowJade]

"She means, hands on your head, buddy, and one false twitch gets you shot. Right, Old Man Henderson?"

[Darling Prettymonk]

She really understood me! =)

"Mmmmmg."

[lucky7]

SJ: You hear a sinister click.

[Reformed Cultist]

*stands up, puts hands on top of head, grabs OMH's beer with freakishly prehensile right ear*

Do I hear click, sinister or otherwise? Do I get a bonus due to my ginormous ears?

perception 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

[SnowJade]

Ack! I throw myself away from where I think the click is coming from.

[Old Man Henderson]

"Eyup."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

[lucky7]

RC: Yes.

OMH: No.

SJ: A pit opens up on the side of the room you were jumping into. Make a reflex save.

[SnowJade]

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

If I make it through this, I'm gonna need some nip.

[lucky7]

You stop on the edge of the pit.