The cracks still growing as the floor of the atrium gives way completely. Assassins 1 and 2 are engulfed while the corridors supports begin to shuttered. The end of the cooridor insight the walls and the historic murals begin to give way!
Everyone make DEX saves DC13 please to dodge falling rubble!
Gimble removes his hood and is at Alici's heels.
"Hurry up everyone," Gimble shouts!
Gimble DEX save 14
Initiative over. Post at will.
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Nat, Alici, and Retiog take damage from falling debris but the entire party makes it out as a wave of dust and rubble come pouring out into the evening air around them.
"That...was...horrible," Gimble begin panting as he struggles to find a vial in his belt and pulls it out. Uncorking it he downs it as the party sees his major wounds healing as does those when he removes the final bolt from his chest. "Medusa's mercy is bountiful," he adds next looking around the creeping darkness of twilight. "True then," he adds pointing around them now. The temple eats away at time once you're within," he explains. "I...I didn't believe it before," he says as he scans the area for more dangers.
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Eats time? repeats Nat, as he casts Lesser Restoration on himself to remove the poisoned condition. How much time? I know a song of Lursu the Befuddled, who wandered through a doorway into the land of the Fey and stepped back only a moment later to find that a hundred years had passed.
He looks over the others to see who is most wounded: Medicine19
"How long were we in there... How much time has passed?" Retiog looks around curiously at the sky trying to get a sense of things, he massages his shoulder where he took a blow from the falling debris.
Nat everyone's hurt. Gimble less so because of his potion but tbe rest of the party is poisoned and hurting.
OOC: What's everyone's HP looking like?
Duc scans the area but nothing immediately pops out as suspicious. When Alici goes to the horses however they're missing!
"It was an empty threat," Gimble posits more hopeful than certain. "We should move on from here and try to hide to heal up i think," he says. "I mean...I don't think I'll survive another attack," he adds grinning as he strokes the amulet of Medusa now worn proudly on his tunic caked with his own blood! "Drow...," he begins. "My mother was one but my father was half wood elf hence," he gestures at his tanned skin but his violet eyes are a give away! "I just...well the artifact doesn't belong lost down there does it," he adds as if talking aloud to himself!
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(HP: 6/39... How long were we in the temple, and how much time appears to have passed outside?)
The half-orc does not mention anything regarding his condition. He nods in agreement with Gimble. "Yes, before whatever was coming up from that bit comes after us."
"No clue," Gimble replies to the barbarian. "I steal things I'm not a librarian," he adds with a smirk. "Tales are hours to days lost or gained. Tales you meet yourself again if you linger too long. I thought it was best to keep them to myself. I've never been down there before so I honestly..." he pauses, "I thought it was a joke," he adds.
Retiog knows they went in during the late afternoon but now it seems like dawn.
"Well if they were waiting for their friends why didn't they go in and check, or were we away so long they gave up on anyone coming out?" Duc looks puzzled "Maybe they were lying, but then where are the horses?"
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Nat is on 7/31 HP. However, in the interests of building team spirit and party co-operation, he puts his hand on Retiog's shoulder and casts Cure Wounds: 11. What the hell actually just happened?
"Well," Gimble begins with a groan feeling the holes in his armor and tunic, "as I said before it's either assassins or well by the look of them wayward priests. Could be a rival guild too. No telling," he adds. "Alici's right we need cover and fast," he adds motioning to the rising sun. "Whoever they were sent by could be sending reinforcements and I'm not keen to be their pin cushion either," he adds grinning.
OOC: Everyone's poisoned but Nat actually.
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Well then, let's get going,says Nat. South perhaps, back to the city? Or... he looks around for the nearest landmark, or anything that might provide cover and a hiding place nearby. Perception14
South is tempting, though. Maybe if we went back in time, we'll meet ourselves coming north. He starts humming softly to himself, the "Tale of Lursu the Befuddled" also known as "The Idiot's Door".
The cracks still growing as the floor of the atrium gives way completely. Assassins 1 and 2 are engulfed while the corridors supports begin to shuttered. The end of the cooridor insight the walls and the historic murals begin to give way!
Everyone make DEX saves DC13 please to dodge falling rubble!
Gimble removes his hood and is at Alici's heels.
"Hurry up everyone," Gimble shouts!
Gimble DEX save 14
Initiative over. Post at will.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Nat DEX save: 9
Ow. Nat gets struck on the shoulder by a large piece of stone, but keeps running. He looks around to see if any of the others have been knocked down.
Failure take 6 force damage.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
dexterity : 10
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DexST (adv from Danger Sense) 11
Dex save 18
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Nat, Alici, and Retiog take damage from falling debris but the entire party makes it out as a wave of dust and rubble come pouring out into the evening air around them.
"That...was...horrible," Gimble begin panting as he struggles to find a vial in his belt and pulls it out. Uncorking it he downs it as the party sees his major wounds healing as does those when he removes the final bolt from his chest. "Medusa's mercy is bountiful," he adds next looking around the creeping darkness of twilight. "True then," he adds pointing around them now. The temple eats away at time once you're within," he explains. "I...I didn't believe it before," he says as he scans the area for more dangers.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Eats time? repeats Nat, as he casts Lesser Restoration on himself to remove the poisoned condition. How much time? I know a song of Lursu the Befuddled, who wandered through a doorway into the land of the Fey and stepped back only a moment later to find that a hundred years had passed.
He looks over the others to see who is most wounded: Medicine 19
"How long were we in there... How much time has passed?" Retiog looks around curiously at the sky trying to get a sense of things, he massages his shoulder where he took a blow from the falling debris.
"Those assassins said that they were not alone, should we be worried?" Alici says, looking for the horses.
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"Good point, they could have been lying to try and stop us fighting but then again..." Duc scans the area looking fro signs of further enemy.
Perception 12
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Nat everyone's hurt. Gimble less so because of his potion but tbe rest of the party is poisoned and hurting.
OOC: What's everyone's HP looking like?
Duc scans the area but nothing immediately pops out as suspicious. When Alici goes to the horses however they're missing!
"It was an empty threat," Gimble posits more hopeful than certain. "We should move on from here and try to hide to heal up i think," he says. "I mean...I don't think I'll survive another attack," he adds grinning as he strokes the amulet of Medusa now worn proudly on his tunic caked with his own blood! "Drow...," he begins. "My mother was one but my father was half wood elf hence," he gestures at his tanned skin but his violet eyes are a give away! "I just...well the artifact doesn't belong lost down there does it," he adds as if talking aloud to himself!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
(HP: 6/39... How long were we in the temple, and how much time appears to have passed outside?)
The half-orc does not mention anything regarding his condition. He nods in agreement with Gimble. "Yes, before whatever was coming up from that bit comes after us."
Duc HP 26/43 and poisoned (maybe still?!)
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Nature check Retiog but it's early morning.
"No clue," Gimble replies to the barbarian. "I steal things I'm not a librarian," he adds with a smirk. "Tales are hours to days lost or gained. Tales you meet yourself again if you linger too long. I thought it was best to keep them to myself. I've never been down there before so I honestly..." he pauses, "I thought it was a joke," he adds.
Retiog knows they went in during the late afternoon but now it seems like dawn.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Well if they were waiting for their friends why didn't they go in and check, or were we away so long they gave up on anyone coming out?" Duc looks puzzled "Maybe they were lying, but then where are the horses?"
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[ooc : Alici's at 15/39 and is poisoned.] She returns to the group. "The horses are long gone, let's find a place to hide out while we recuperate."
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Nat is on 7/31 HP. However, in the interests of building team spirit and party co-operation, he puts his hand on Retiog's shoulder and casts Cure Wounds: 11. What the hell actually just happened?
"Well," Gimble begins with a groan feeling the holes in his armor and tunic, "as I said before it's either assassins or well by the look of them wayward priests. Could be a rival guild too. No telling," he adds. "Alici's right we need cover and fast," he adds motioning to the rising sun. "Whoever they were sent by could be sending reinforcements and I'm not keen to be their pin cushion either," he adds grinning.
OOC: Everyone's poisoned but Nat actually.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Well then, let's get going, says Nat. South perhaps, back to the city? Or... he looks around for the nearest landmark, or anything that might provide cover and a hiding place nearby. Perception 14
South is tempting, though. Maybe if we went back in time, we'll meet ourselves coming north. He starts humming softly to himself, the "Tale of Lursu the Befuddled" also known as "The Idiot's Door".