Ura summons her mage hand and uses it to wedge the first few pitons in as far as it can reach across the gap.   She then looks at Uthal.  "Let's hold off on that rope promise for now.  I'm going to need mine to thread those pitons."

She spends some time bringing the mage hand about to thread the rope through the pitons, giving Uthal one end to hold fast and tie to something.  The other end hangs limply over the chasm, waiting for her to come within reach to continue the process.

After taking a judging look at the ledges, the pitons in her hand, and Uthal sitting behind her, looking desperately tired, she makes a decision.   Backing up a few steps, she takes a deep breath, then runs forward with a light skip.   I hope I don't die here, she thinks to herself as she leaps towards the first ledge, aiming to land as gracefully as the old man did.

Acrobatics: 23

Once reaching the safety of the other side, Ura turns around and continues to mage hand the pitons and rope to make a safe-ish handhold across the chasm for the others to use.

Only mere moments after Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey had landed on the opposite side, did he turn to see Ura jump from the last ledge and stand beside him.  Overjoyed, he jumped with excitement and slapped her on the back; an action that may have been out of place standing on the edge of a 100 foot drop, but both stood fast. "I knew you were a good one. After we set up camp, let me know if you'd like, we can go again." The old man flashed a smile at Ura, one big enough to practically push hs cheeks off his face and force his eyes shut.

As Ura used her mage hand to wedge the last of the pitons into the wall, and run the rope through, the old man's face changed to one of slight confusion and worry. "Why did you not just thread your rope through the ones already there?" Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey reached out over the ledge to a mossy spot on the rockwall. Brushing aside some growth, an old iron ring was visible, hanging from a piton that had been staked into the rockwall, from some considerable time before. "We're not the first to come this way."

Kel just lashed his own rope around him for the journey, set his jaw and attempted the crossing.

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 As Kel moved to traverse the gap, his first step was a misstep. While seemingly sturdy at first, upon putting his full weight on the jutting rock, the ground gave way beneath him.

Fate was a fickle mistress today, as the rest of the party could do little more than watch. In the blink of an eye, Kel went from the ledge, to the crumbled ground, 100 feet below.

Kel Iscariuss has died.

"You know, that's not the first time you've shown us an easier way to do something that we didn't know about," Ura observes without rancor.  "I was wondering... the next time we come across any sort of difficult terrain, do you think you could tell us about anything set up to make traversing it easier?  Not all of us have your vast life experience to work with.  Why, you could consider us like babes in the wild, blind and mewling and completely helpless without someone like you to show us the way through."  She's so involved in making this request that she doesn't really notice when Kel begins his path across the chasm...

Spinning around when she hears the sound of crumbling rock, she looks back just in time to see the tiefling slip and fall.  "Tymora's ass!" she yells.  "Kel!"  It's too late, though, he's gone before she can even finish forming the words on her breath.

"Um...I don't believe your friend can fly." Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey pointed down towards the base of the chasm.  Understandably, the old man forwent responding to Ura, as on the otherside, the tielfing met his untimely demise.

Panicking a little, Ura says to Dah'Deey "Of course we can't fly!  Didn't I tell you?  Blind, mewling, completely helpless!  What are we going to do?!  Kel!  Why didn't you grow some wings instead of horns, you jerk!"

It all happened so quickly. Anearis never had the chance to react. Kel’s attempt to cross the chasm had failed miserably and there was no one to save him. 

"KEL!!" Anearis screamed as he looked over the edge, just to find the tiefling break his body at the bottom of the chasm. He hadn’t known the tiefling for long, but no one should go out like this. Anearis fell to his knees, hitting the ground in anger.

The elf waited a moment to gather his thoughts and calm down. As painful as this was, Kel would have wanted them to keep going. They could mourn him later. With newfound resolution, Anearis stood back up and took out his rope. He tied it around him and gave the other end to Uthal and Ander. "Please. Hold on to this while I go across."

Athletics: 7 

with advantage: 11

Uthal takes the end of the rope and hands the part before him to Ander so that Anearis has 2 back ups. He just nods good luck to Anearis.

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Slowly moving along the rope, and doing so almost immediately after seeing his comrade fall to his death, doing the same, Anearis successfully moves across the gap. That isn't to say it wasn't an easy accomplishment; requiring all of Anearis's strength to do so.  While moving along, the occasional slip or balancing act required Anearis to yank on Ura's rope and at times, with his full body weight and force.  During the course of Anearis's movement, two of the ten pitons were yanked loose, and now hang, dangling by Ura's rope.  Fortunately though, the rest hold fast, and the rope and remaining eight pitons still offer the necessary support for the remaining party members.

Reaching the far end, Anearis now stands with Ura and Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey, the rope still around his waist drooping across the chasm and held by Uthal on the otherside.

„Good on making it over here!“ she says grimly to Anaeris without her usual wit.

Motioning for Ander to wait, Ura reaches out with her mage hand and tries to repair what dangling pitons she can still reach.  She also reties the end of the piton ladder to the extra piton Dah‘deey had revealed to her, adding one more piton to the mix.

Using mage hand, Ura was successfully able to put one of the loose pitons back into the rockwall, though the other was simply out of range.

Uthal looks up. "Send one end of your rope back. We tie it to Ander and I tie mine to him as well. That way everyone has a rope they can grab if he falls."

Seeing Ander looking paralyzed from Kel‘s death, Ura nods at Anaeris and works together with him to do as Uthal suggests.  „You think he‘s gonna make it like that?“ she whispers under her breath to Anaeris with a bit of worry.

Ander is silent for a minute, before he grunts quietly.

"Damn. Bad way to go."

He ties on the rope and moves brusquely forwards to attempt the climb.

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Advantage: 22

As Kel’s death was a sign that his luck had run out, and much like energy luck cannot be created nor destroyed, that which had left Kel had likely made its way into Ander.

While not as accustomed to rock climbing, and much more comfortable on a horse, he managed to find his inner peace, his happy place. Climbing across, Ander makes it to the far side, leaving Uthal; alone and holding the end of a rope, though hopefully not at the ‘end of his rope’.

Uthal nods as Ander makes it across. He takes the time to tie the rope around himself, knowing the other three might be able to hold him together. "Selune, guide my steps that I might continue to do your work. And watch over Kel's soul as it gets where it is going." After his prayer he makes his way across. 

Athletics: 7

Ura helps everyone gain their footing on the other side, then looks down the side of the chasm again.  "... There's no time to go down there and lay him to rest properly, is there?  It seems wrong."  It wasn't, though, not really.

People die. People die all the time. Nothing's permanent in this world, you know that, Atalura.

Ura takes a deep breath in through her nostrils, and blows it out through her mouth.

Mira, she thinks rather uselessly. The she gets a little angry. That was different. I didn't watch that happen. Deaths aren't supposed to happen like this either. Fighting against some undead, or an angry foe with something sharp and pointy, or against time itself as you age, that's normal. This - just slipping and fallling like that - no, it's not supposed to be about something stupid like this!

Her fists clench together, and she stares down at the ground below, searching for the flash of color that was once Kel. I don't care, I didn't know him well, she thinks fiercely. But... he saved my life, another part of her argues.

"The wheel turns. We're all caught up in the wheel, no matter what we think about ourselves. Tymora lifts you up, and brings you down just as fast. We all end up dead in the end. So does any of it really matter? ...I want it to matter." She knew Kel was religious; he was always going on and on about the Flame. The Arbitrator had known what he was talking about; she supposed, she did to, after that visit to Unfamiliar Familiars. "He'd probably want some kind of a prayer."

Clasping her hands together, she said the first thing that came to mind. "Shit." Maybe not the best start. Ura tried again. "Um, Flames. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..." Gods, no. He'd probably give you one of those tired looks if he heard you trying to give this crap as an eulogy. She gathered her thoughts, then tried to speak a few more words. The man deserved a better attempt, at the least.  Didn't he like poetry?

"Something happened on the day he died, spirit rose a meter and stepped aside. Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried. How many times does a tiefling fall? How many lie instead of talking tall? He trod on sacred ground, he cried loud into the crowd, 'I'm a flaming scar...' I can't answer why, but I can tell you how - we were born upside-down, born the wrong way 'round. We're a flash in the pan, not the great I Am. He's not a wandering star, he's a star's star, a blackstar."

Unable to come up with more, she unclasps her hands and bows to Kel's broken form below. "I guess we have to become the potential that you passed on to us. Gods, Kel. You know I hate responsibility. Damn it... why'd you leave it behind like this for people like us to pick up? I'm no good at this." Blinking back a sudden burning sensation behind her eyelids, she swipes a hand across her nose and sniffs, turning her back to him. "Time to go."

With as much ease as Ander, the tired and fatigued Uthal also managed to cross the gap, without trouble.

As the party turned from the ledge to continue on the trail, Dah’Deey Yahn’Keey, put his hand on Anearis’s shoulder. “I’m sorry your friend won’t be joining us, younger me.” He then goes over and hugs Ander. “Let it out. You’re too precious for this world.” 
Waiting for no response, and expecting none. He walks on, guiding the party once more. About fifteen minutes down the trail, the rock wall above them began easing back to a gradual slope, and eventually a tree line and ground eye level with the party. Another ten minutes after that, and a small side-path meets up with the trail.

After about two more hours of walking, the party turns a bend and a large clearing, off the side of the trail is visible. It goes without saying that this was likely the spot, the old elf mentioned for setting up camp. Fortunately there was plenty of room, as another group had already done so. Three tents were set up near a fire, around which several figures were sitting.

Uthal is now leaning hard on his hammer, using it as a walking stick. He surveys the group. "Friends of yours candlemaker?"