The Exploits of Misfit Company

Kashasaurus hungry!!!

Bite Attack: 24 Damage: 44
If the target is a Medium or smaller creature, it is grappled (escape DC 17).
Tail Attack: 15 Damage: 22

Sentinel on Statue4 for attacking our Dino! Attack: 27 Damage: 15 + Bless 1 + Ice Damage 8

Yvan than continues attacking 4 with Hooters on his side!

Attack 1 - Attack: 25 Damage: 12 + Bless 3 + IceIceBaby 5 
Attack 2 - Attack: 28 Damage: 18 + Bless 2 + VanillaIceIce 2

Brut Crit if it didn't edit it out lol: 2

The remaining statue is destroyed. Combat over. 

Stella lowers her blades. "Okay, we got past the front door guards."

Kashasaurus's hunger, always insatiable, and the feeling of getting hit and wounded, only served to make her more ravenous and eager to eat more. As the last statue fell, she let loose a terrible wall shaking roar and her pupils dilated, her primal urges and instincts overtaking her common sense and willpower. She slowly turned and to Obsidian's mild surprise, realized he wasn't in control at the moment. Kashasarus swiveled and, not caring who was in the way, thundered towards Bixby, inhaled deeply, and let loose a roar for the ages - announcing in her own way, in her opinion, that you've lived long enough for today.

Bixby initially tried his best to dimiss the noise, as it would not be the first time Kashasaurus roared seeming (from his perspective) for no other reason than either to try and get a rise out of him, or triumph. Which is why when she swiveled around outright and charged his position, it took him an extra second to even register the potential threat in advance of its arrival too close for comfort. Unfortunately, he still yet did not speak dinosaur, but would use the moment she spent roaring to mask a seeming terror filled plucking of mandolin strings and a sharp utterance of the word "Sheep's Clothing."

->Dispel Magic(3rd level) from Cannaith Mandolin (DC 14): 18.

Unless torn apart or another intervenes in the casting, the one note echoes out, leaving Kasha's form shimmering as the magic unwinds rapidly bit by bit, until the elf again stood roughly before him. "That makes three... Do you have something to say for yourself?" He asked simply, all semblance of fear having immediately faded away to the calm.

Kasha sprawled to the floor as she once again became a half elf. She blinked, realizing what had happened - her primal urges of wrath and hunger fading as fast as the spell reverted to her own form. She heard and looked up at Bixby with no intention of hiding how she felt about him. 

"Yes." she said, getting up, taking another step towards him to say something very carefully - as close as she was willing to get, for being even this close she didn't like. She glared at Bixby and said, "I wanted to congratulate you. You're the only person in the entire multiverse I can't stand."

She flicks her hand to cast Druidcraft to create the sound of a donkey braying right in your ears, as if calling you an ass, and walks away.

"That was rather evident for some time now." He replied calmly after her, having not even winced at the noise, and seeming unconcerned over even the last words were properly heard or not. "But still-..." Bixby added more for himself than anyone else, then sighed and shook his head. As he turned away to assess the damage of the others, and tend to his own hurts, Kasha would get a message in ye old brain case:

->Psi Die: 4.

 ->Cure Wounds(3rd level) from Cannaith Mandolin on Bixby: 25.

Still walking away, Kasha covers her ears as you speak in her mind and shouts LA LA LA LA LA LA until you stop talking.

Vastra ushers her fighting children into the tower so that they can get on with the mission. The entry hall to the tower looks fairly normal, with furniture and shelves everywhere, but as you give it a closer look, you notice that it's all bolted to the ground. In the center of the room is an orb that's glowing.

"Now here's a curious conundrum." Bixby comments on. "Either those are bolted to prevent them from falling upwards through the ceiling-..." He glances up. "-or down into a pit." He glances to the ground, looking passively for seams in the floor. "Or are just for direction considering the wizard is supposed to be... not quite on the straight and narrow." With that looks to the others. "Do you sense any particular spells at play or dormant Alys? Vastra? And Ms. Stella, if you would be so kind, might you put those sharp eyes and skilled hands of yours to work seeing if there's yet more to uncover from a less... magical perspective before someone touches that orb? As I have faith that you do far better than I can at this." Bixby adds, throwing in some words of nonchalant encouragement.

-> Bardic Inspiration(d6) for Stella.

With the statues destroyed, Yvan attempts to take a deep breath to ease his boiling blood. A task so simple yet would prove to be a bit difficult when yet another deafening roar would erupt from Kasha reached his ears. He turns to ensure it wasn't directed towards another statue-come-to-life, but sighs when he sees it was directed to Bixby. Knowing the changeling was capable of handling it himself, the goliath stows away his sword and watches their short interaction from a distance, just in case he did need to impose for whatever reason. Thankfully, there was no need, and his expression remains unreadable to the others had they tried to gauge reactions out of them.

When they enter the tower, Yvan's eyes go immediately towards the glowing orb, but remains with the group, and instead quietly uses Detect Magic.

Yvan picks up an aura of Transmutation over the orb.

“Transmutation magic on the orb.... Nothing else is pinging for me.” Yvan notifies to the others quietly, hoping that information would make some use to them.

"Well that certainly narrows it down. At least we know that there aren't any traps that will cause us to blow-"

Vastra is interrupted by a shift in gravity and everyone has to make a DC18 Dex Save. On a success, you're able to catch yourself on a piece of furniture and you don't fly up and hit the ceiling. On a fail, you take 5 damage as you violently impact the ceiling.

Vastra Dex:3

Dex Save(DC 18): 4.

-> If Failed, Reaction cast Feather Fall on everyone (but Yvan in event all that all fail check).

Here's to a nat 1 turkey: 29

Fun times for all: 17

"... Ow..."

Obsidian meowed at Kasha, getting her attention. Already a bit sour from talking to Bixby, then hearing his voice in her head, she looked down at the cat. He meowed again, and she snorted so loudly it sounded like a stifled sneeze. “I know, right?? Next time.“

He meowed a last time, and she looked at him, a bit startled and surprised, a bashful smile forming on her lips. After a few moments, she looked away, rolling her eyes playfully. “Well.. you’re not, so.”

Then her head bumped the ceiling and she let out a grunt of annoyance and surprise.

Alys had not allowed herself to come to terms with her anxiousness that came with taking steps closer to facing the rescue of her mother’s soul. The sheer reality of Mialee’s spirit being trapped all this time was enough to send the sensitive elf into emotional turmoil, let alone all the extra stimuli that was being tossed around upon their arrival with the attack of the statues. Now they lay in rubble piles at the feet of the Misfits.

The cleric was foolish to believe that once the dust settled, she may have been able to catch her breath. But, the atmosphere only got heavier, thick with discomfort. Alys felt it difficult to breathe and struggled to find a way to comfort herself. Her eyes could only dart around as she stumbled to find her courage to approach any one to inspect any wounds. It would take until Vastra would usher them for the elf to move from where she stood.

Alys would feel her heart beat pick up in pace and she’d have to swallow back some nausea as she’d get lead into the entry hall. She had blocked out all things around her, zoning out in a daze, not registering any words or sounds.

Dex save: 9 

“Eep!” 

”Oof.”