Land of the Everboor

[Reformed Cultist]

"If you want, I'll show you where they kept me. It would be swell if you'd let me put my hands down also"

Diplomacy 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

[Lobriathus Berwell]

*waiting on the stairs above the illusory steps*

Hey, some help here? Short legs, can't jump far.

[Darling Prettymonk]

*claps hands and holds out to catch Lobby*

"Mmmmmmg!"

[Old Man Henderson]

*looks off into the distance at the other thread*

"Think's we lost our bird."

[Reformed Cultist]

"looks like the bird has his boors confused"

[The Roc]

THE ROC WOULD NEVER
AND THE ROC MEANS NEVER
ABANDON THE MILLIONS-

[The Roc's Fans]

AND MILLIONS

[The Roc]

-OF THE ROC'S FANS
IN THE LAND OF THE EVERBOOR

[Old Man Henderson]

"A'ight, that's cool. C'mon, le's go thrash some cultists."

I'mma hop over them there illusion stairs.

[Reformed Cultist]

"Yeah! Kill the kultist bastards"

*Hands OMH his beer using right ear, while slowly lowering hands*

acrobatics 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (11) + 24 = 35

[Old Man Henderson]

"Tankya."

[lucky7]

Okay, you guys see a door.

[Lobriathus Berwell]

Banzai!

Acrobatics (jump): 1d20 - 9 ⇒ (2) - 9 = -7

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

[Reformed Cultist]

*Move over to door and listen*

Listening 1d20 + 37 ⇒ (7) + 37 = 44

[Darling Prettymonk]

*catches Lobby*

Dex check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

[SnowJade]

"Whew!" Catching my breath. I look down into the pit.

[lucky7]

Appears to be filled with urine, SJ.

Might not be able to type much for a few days. My hands are cold.

[SnowJade]

Oh, lovely. I've just found the cultists' latrine. I give it a disgusted sniff and go see what the others are up to.

I hear you. Here's a tip: find a pair of the wooly-type work gloves at Walmart or someplace equally cheap and cut about half the length of each of the fingers off. They'll be thick to type in, but your hands won't freeze. We all had them in college in Minnesota.

[Reformed Cultist]

lucky7 wrote:

Appears to be filled with urine, SJ.

Might not be able to type much for a few days. My hands are cold.

Ugh..isn't that part of the package deal with being a lich

[lucky7]

Yeah, but I forgot to prepare protection from Energy today. Alright, RC, you hear nothing on the other side.

[SnowJade]

"Are those ears or tentacles on that guy's head? He's holding a beer!"

[Darling Prettymonk]

"Mmmmg."

[lucky7]

RC: Well?

[Reformed Cultist]

*Huh..oh sorry did'nt hear you hahaha*

"What once were my perfect elven ears are now a lovecraftian abomination brought on by the fiendish cultists"

" In my former life I was a..locksmith yeah that's it would anyone like to go throufgh the door?"

[Old Man Henderson]

"Eyup."

[Reformed Cultist]

*Check door for traps*

Trapfinding 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

[lucky7]

RC: You don't see any traps.

[Reformed Cultist]

*Attempt to open door, is it locked?*

[lucky7]

Nope.

[Reformed Cultist]

* move to left side of door away from opening and open door slowly*

[SnowJade]

I don't have a picture in my head of everything that's going on here. Who is where, where are we in relation to the door, and where is the beer?

I try to make sure that I'm not directly in front of the door, or between it and Lobriathus, OMC or Prettymonk. Or under The Roc. Or being trampled by the millions (and millions) of fans. All while trying to sneak a better look at those "ears". I have very deep suspicions about someone who can hold a beer with his ears.

[Darling Prettymonk]

I am standing just behind Ear-boy. As he moves to the side, so do I.

[lucky7]

SJ: You three (RC< DP< and you) are behind the door. OMH iss taking cover on the other side and the millions-AND MILLIONS- of the fans are playing with the illusory stairs.

An elephant walks into the room.

[Darling Prettymonk]

*stares at the elephant*

Where did it come from? Does it look like it needs a smackdown?

[Lobriathus Berwell]

I'm with Lord Shotgun. I ready an action to lob one at the elephant if it acts hostile.

[Old Man Henderson]

Eyup.

[Reformed Cultist]

*Didn't see that coming*

Watch elephant, ready action

[lucky7]

The elephant goes to the pit and disappears. Can I have everyone make a will save?

[Reformed Cultist]

Will Save1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

[SnowJade]

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

[Old Man Henderson]

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

[Lobriathus Berwell]

Will: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

[Darling Prettymonk]

Will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

[lucky7]

SJ:

The pit is an illusion.

[SnowJade]

"Guys, I think the pit is an illusion. I don't know what's really there, though. Go see about it, or stick with the door?"

[Nesod the Monkchinegun]

Everyone else, Will Save with a plus two bonus.

[Reformed Cultist]

Will Save +2 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

*I believe that you are in the wrong boor*

[Lobriathus Berwell]

Will: 1d20 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) - 1 + 2 = 11

[Lobriathus Berwell]

Ehhhhh, let's try the door.

[Darling Prettymonk]

Will save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13