Necyra cackles, a sound like dry leaves skittering on stone. "False floors? Ooh, I love a good trapdoor! It’s like the tunnel is playin' peek-a-boo with your ankles."
She hovers a few inches higher, but still safely behind Gail, her eyes locked on the figure with the fire-staff. "Hey, Gail-ski! Thanks for the heads-up. Maybe don't charge in a straight line unless you want to find out what’s keepin' the basement warm."
As Etriel flickers out of existence, Necyra’s head also swivels 180 degrees to follow the Eladrin's path. "And there goes Treilly, playin' hide-and-seek with the universe again. Brave or crazy...usually both."
She raises her hand, her star-freckles spinning faster, preparing to let some conjured imaginary friends loose the second a claw or a wingtip breaks that stubborn red smoke. "The smoke didn't budge for the fireball, Ashy. That ain't just smoke. That’s breath that forgot to go away."
Gail offered, "I have some torches, but they aren't going to light up much in this big of a chamber. Still, it will at least give me some light around where I am."
{OOC: is there any light in the room? From the description it seems implied, since dark vision usually only can see to 60' and wouldn't be able to tell that the smoke is red. But I though I should check on that...}
OK, if nothing happens to prevent it, Etriel Darastrix, who is flying and therefore has no problems with false floors for now, travels 30 feet toward Musashi. And if nothing happens again, another 30 feet, reaching about halfway (60 feet out of 120 total).
[[ OOC: Etriel Daratsirx uses her 30-foot flight movement to move toward Musashi. If she detects no threats, she Dashes for another 30 feet. ]].
No threats. But as you enter the smoke, it begins to cloud in your lungs, con save.
Necyra huddles tighter behind Gail, her feet kicking the air. "Room’s bright as a summer day, but the air’s gone sour! That red gunk is tryin' to move into 'Treilly's chest!"
She peeks around Gail's armor, her star-freckles pulsing. "Stay strong, Eladrin-girl! If you start turnin' red, I'm flyin' in with the cavalry!"
OOC I seem to have lost the bubble, I assume there is not much for Doc to be doing now? No actual targets to shoot at or punch, no one needs healing at this point of time. I feel like I missing something.
Necyra watches the red fog swirl around Etriel in the distance, then looks back at her own clear patch of air behind Gail. She lets out a small, relieved sigh, her star-freckles settling into a low, steady thrum.
"Oh...okay! Keep that stinky stuff over there!" she chirps, her voice still low as she peeks around Gail's heavy shoulders. "I didn't get any of your fancy magic snacks, so I'm keepin' my nose right here in the clean air. You lot can breathe the dragon-farts if you want, but I'm stayin' fresh."
...
"Okay...okay" she mutters, her fingers dancing nervously over her spell components. "No feast. No poison protection. Just me, a tin-plated umbrella named Gail, and a room full of spicy red air that wants to turn my insides into outsides."
She pulls her cowl tight around her face, her eyes darting to the fog. "I'm staying glued to you, Gail. If you see a dragon, don't move. If you see a fireball, don't move. If you see me try to climb into your backpack...just let it happen!"
Necyra cackles, a sound like dry leaves skittering on stone. "False floors? Ooh, I love a good trapdoor! It’s like the tunnel is playin' peek-a-boo with your ankles."
She hovers a few inches higher, but still safely behind Gail, her eyes locked on the figure with the fire-staff. "Hey, Gail-ski! Thanks for the heads-up. Maybe don't charge in a straight line unless you want to find out what’s keepin' the basement warm."
As Etriel flickers out of existence, Necyra’s head also swivels 180 degrees to follow the Eladrin's path. "And there goes Treilly, playin' hide-and-seek with the universe again. Brave or crazy...usually both."
She raises her hand, her star-freckles spinning faster, preparing to let some conjured imaginary friends loose the second a claw or a wingtip breaks that stubborn red smoke. "The smoke didn't budge for the fireball, Ashy. That ain't just smoke. That’s breath that forgot to go away."
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
“And that breath stinks!”
Ashlass hisses, driving Bigby’s Hand sixty feet forward toward Musashi’s cage. ( I think the hand reaches the cage)
“We know light works—does anyone have Light ready?”
Gail offered, "I have some torches, but they aren't going to light up much in this big of a chamber. Still, it will at least give me some light around where I am."
{OOC: is there any light in the room? From the description it seems implied, since dark vision usually only can see to 60' and wouldn't be able to tell that the smoke is red. But I though I should check on that...}
[[ OOC: Etirel Darastrix, having Darkvision, hasn't learned Light. So I hope JSenecal is right. ]]
*The room is brightly lit.*
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
No threats. But as you enter the smoke, it begins to cloud in your lungs, con save.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Necyra huddles tighter behind Gail, her feet kicking the air. "Room’s bright as a summer day, but the air’s gone sour! That red gunk is tryin' to move into 'Treilly's chest!"
She peeks around Gail's armor, her star-freckles pulsing. "Stay strong, Eladrin-girl! If you start turnin' red, I'm flyin' in with the cavalry!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Etriel's con save: 15
“This is exactly why I didn’t want to walk into a room filled with suspicious smoke,”
Ashlass groans.
“At least Heroes’ Feast makes us immune to be poisoned.”
OOC I seem to have lost the bubble, I assume there is not much for Doc to be doing now? No actual targets to shoot at or punch, no one needs healing at this point of time. I feel like I missing something.
Necyra watches the red fog swirl around Etriel in the distance, then looks back at her own clear patch of air behind Gail. She lets out a small, relieved sigh, her star-freckles settling into a low, steady thrum.
"Oh...okay! Keep that stinky stuff over there!" she chirps, her voice still low as she peeks around Gail's heavy shoulders. "I didn't get any of your fancy magic snacks, so I'm keepin' my nose right here in the clean air. You lot can breathe the dragon-farts if you want, but I'm stayin' fresh."
...
"Okay...okay" she mutters, her fingers dancing nervously over her spell components. "No feast. No poison protection. Just me, a tin-plated umbrella named Gail, and a room full of spicy red air that wants to turn my insides into outsides."
She pulls her cowl tight around her face, her eyes darting to the fog. "I'm staying glued to you, Gail. If you see a dragon, don't move. If you see a fireball, don't move. If you see me try to climb into your backpack...just let it happen!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Fail, you gain one level of exhaustion.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
First: Initiative, please
SC: 23
YRD: 8
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Necyra's Initiative: 20
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Doc Initiative 21
OOC who is SC & YRD?
Ashlass’s Initiative 15
Gail's initiative: 18
Finally a good init roll, when there are no attackers visible... 🫤
Noted.
Initiative: 17 (already reduced by 2 because of Exhaustion)