Con save: 19. Beshlog will go ahead and take that short rest, regaining all his HP and using Arcane Recovery to get back his spent spell slot. He glares at the bridge for a moment.
"Yeah, I concur with the majority opinion... I'm not in the mood to light myself on fire again," he says.
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Sweat drips from her brow and she is sorely tempted to strip off her leathers -- but, by all the Gods, she is NOT going to stumble about here nearly naked.
Tossing one last ball bearing into the middle of the lava pool, she melts into a frustrated puddle and hums random tunes to help her take her mind off of 'things'.
Kordia, her skin looking even more gray than usual as sweat beads her forehead.
"I can't take much more of this. I either strip off this leather or run screaming back the way we came. Either way, I will stab your eyes out AND chop your tongue off if any of you speaks of this moment."
"If you do need to take your armour off, I can harden your skin to be like bark to give some defence to you." (though it won't make much difference as it just makes your AC 16 and it will be 15 without it)
Kordia vents, "I really really hate this place. And ifCrofdin ever shows back up, I am going to punish him to within an inch of his life for leaving us here."
"Flax, I am sorry I ever got you involved in this madness."
She slowly loosens belts and buckles about her person as the near skin tight leathers are now soggy bits of leather, soon to need many hours of treatment to be worth wearing again.
Kordia bows to the inevitable. She would have to remove the near skin tight leathers or pass out from the heat.
Slowly, she open all ties, belts, buckles -- nearly burning her fingertips on the few bits of superheated metal on her garb. Off went each piece of sopping wet, soggy leather which she tenderly laid out on the floor -- probably baking it into something unusable without some masterful restoration by a leathersmith.
Glaring as she went about her business; she still made certain to have one bandolier she could drape crossbody with a dagger, her special 'tools', and the last of her water at hand.
She finally exhaled; clothed in a thin layer of silks... mid-thigh silk pantaloons and a short sleeved silk top. Enough for modesty yet plenty to allow for ease of movment. Sadly even 'uncovered' and in silks that helped in so many ways; she was still losing the battle versus the incessant heat.
Kordia is as restless as a caged cat. ( apologies to Flax )
She squirmed about on the floor. Tried leaning and napping against a cave wall. Almost started doing some stretching exercises but, it was just too Gods damned hot.
Throwing up her hands, she walked over to the edge of the pit and it's bubbling lava. Taking a few breaths to calm down, she took aim and started throwing her psychic blades at the magma mounds on the various lava 'waterspouts'. Figuring it might help her aim and accuracy in the coming encounters.
Con save: 19. Beshlog will go ahead and take that short rest, regaining all his HP and using Arcane Recovery to get back his spent spell slot. He glares at the bridge for a moment.
"Yeah, I concur with the majority opinion... I'm not in the mood to light myself on fire again," he says.
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Kordia - CON save: 8
Sweat drips from her brow and she is sorely tempted to strip off her leathers -- but, by all the Gods, she is NOT going to stumble about here nearly naked.
Tossing one last ball bearing into the middle of the lava pool, she melts into a frustrated puddle and hums random tunes to help her take her mind off of 'things'.
The heat is barely noticeable to Artan. He's helped fight forest fires before so heat is nothing new. He is able rest fine. (nat 20)
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27 Con save
Ember unbuttoned 3 buttons & sits down to rest.
(used 1 HD, back to full health)
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Kordia, her skin looking even more gray than usual as sweat beads her forehead.
"I can't take much more of this. I either strip off this leather or run screaming back the way we came. Either way, I will stab your eyes out AND chop your tongue off if any of you speaks of this moment."
"If you do need to take your armour off, I can harden your skin to be like bark to give some defence to you." (though it won't make much difference as it just makes your AC 16 and it will be 15 without it)
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"Go ahead hon, do what you must. I'll help guard you."
Kordia vents, "I really really hate this place. And if Crofdin ever shows back up, I am going to punish him to within an inch of his life for leaving us here."
"Flax, I am sorry I ever got you involved in this madness."
She slowly loosens belts and buckles about her person as the near skin tight leathers are now soggy bits of leather, soon to need many hours of treatment to be worth wearing again.
Kordia bows to the inevitable. She would have to remove the near skin tight leathers or pass out from the heat.
Slowly, she open all ties, belts, buckles -- nearly burning her fingertips on the few bits of superheated metal on her garb. Off went each piece of sopping wet, soggy leather which she tenderly laid out on the floor -- probably baking it into something unusable without some masterful restoration by a leathersmith.
Glaring as she went about her business; she still made certain to have one bandolier she could drape crossbody with a dagger, her special 'tools', and the last of her water at hand.
She finally exhaled; clothed in a thin layer of silks... mid-thigh silk pantaloons and a short sleeved silk top. Enough for modesty yet plenty to allow for ease of movment. Sadly even 'uncovered' and in silks that helped in so many ways; she was still losing the battle versus the incessant heat.
Kordia is as restless as a caged cat. ( apologies to Flax )
She squirmed about on the floor. Tried leaning and napping against a cave wall. Almost started doing some stretching exercises but, it was just too Gods damned hot.
Throwing up her hands, she walked over to the edge of the pit and it's bubbling lava. Taking a few breaths to calm down, she took aim and started throwing her psychic blades at the magma mounds on the various lava 'waterspouts'. Figuring it might help her aim and accuracy in the coming encounters.