Tarak swings his two-handed axe mightily, going more for power than accuracy.  "Die foul demon-spawn!  I will pass your test!"

Attack: 23 Damage: 7

Eeeeek!

Morrigan 21, Sydril 20, Camilla 15, Tarak 14, Zook 12, Markus 6, Displacer Beast (AC 13, HP 29) 5

A solid thwack by Tarak elicits a roar from the hell-beast. Its attention seems to be solely on the "one who asked the question."

Two of the Displacer Beast's tentacles lash out at Tarak.

Attack: 26 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. bludgeoning + 3 piercing damage
Attack: 12 Damage: 6 bludgeoning + 1 piercing damage

“Hmmm...shifting beast....decreased probability of an precise hit...” he quickly thumbs through his spell book...”Ahh maybe this?!”

Magic Missile: all three into kitty

9

Tarak staggers backwards under the battering from the creature!   OOC:  Down to 6 HP now.  Ooops.

Eeeeek!

Morrigan 21, Sydril 20, Camilla 15, Tarak 14, Zook 12, Markus 6, Displacer Beast (AC 13, HP 20) 5

Blam! Blam! Blam! Zook's arcane missiles slam into the beast.

Markus swings twice at the displacer beast!

Attack: 19 Damage: 10
Attack: 16 Damage: 10

As Markus' second strike slices into the beast, it roars and suddenly bursts into smoke, fading away. A voice whispers to Tarak, "No fun. No fun at all." The voice mutters a bit before. "A question asked. A test passed. No fun at all. The one you seek lies beyond the double doors. Keep an eye for secrets." Wild laughter briefly is followed by silence.

Beyond the double doors!  I'm so close.  So very close.   Tarak paces back and forth, staggering slightly.   I need to be fitter than this to face the evil.   He places his hands over his wounds and calls upon his god.  Gruumsh, make me ready to claim my vengeance!

OOC: Uses Lay On Hands to cure himself 10 HP.

"So misty vanishing cats, exploding stairs, and magic voices?  I'm gonna take a minute here and get ready to move on."

Sits down and ritual casts detect magic again while the group decides our next path.

"The double doors," Tarak asserts strongly.  "That's our next move.  The dark traveller is beyond them.  It's time for vengeance."  He begins pacing back and forth, constantly moving, his face seething in barely contained anger.

Sydril heads over to Tarak while Zook is casting his spell.  "What drives you forward so relentlessly Tarak?"  She asks, concern on her face.

Tarak seethes quietly as Sydril asks her question.  "The followers of the Grasping Flame razed my temple," he tells her.  "Burned it to the ground.  Killed everyone.  I had been sent off on a simple mission at the time and was absent.  So only I survived.  They killed every single one of my temple.  Do you understand?  All of them!"   Tarak's eyes blaze with fury and his fingers grip his double-bladed broad axe till his knuckles are white.

She puts her hands over his and looks him directly in the eye..."I do understand Tarak, I understand your loss all too well."  She says in a low voice, almost a whisper.  Her eyes show her pain.  "I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair."  She quotes as she gives his hands a squeeze and steps back.

AREA 10

Opening the double doors you are greeted by a strong wind carrying a thousand incomprehensible whispers. Unlike the previous chamber, there is no light here, but the few rays from the room behind you illuminate the edge of a natural cavern with a thin rock bridge riddled with small holes crossing over a dark chasm.

Tarak checks that everyone else is ready behind him and then steps out carefully onto the thin rock bridge, greataxe firmly clasped in his hands.  He lets his darkvision take over and keeps his senses alert for danger.   This place reeks of a trap.

Perception: 6

As Tarak steps onto the bridge, squeals and squeaks come from ahead as he sees a number of shapes erupt from holes in the bridge. While not rushing forth to attack, the creatures -- which include on massive rat and five others -- appear to be being quite territorial as they bear their teeth and chatter about midway across the bridge. Now closer, Tarak believes the whispers could be created by the wind whistling through the many holes pock-marking the stone bridge. He can also see in the center of the bridge, behind the rats, is a large pillar made of stone.

Giant Rat (AC12, HP7) 16
Rat1 (AC10, HP1) 21
Rat2 (AC10, HP1) 4
Rat3 (AC10, HP1) 9
Rat4 (AC10, HP1) 14

"Aw, rats!" Camilla barks.

"Here we go again."

'Here we go again!'

Rat1 (AC10, HP1), Giant Rat (AC12, HP7) 16, Rat4 (AC10, HP1) 14, Rat3 (AC10, HP1) 9, Rat2 (AC10, HP1) 4

"Oh, there really are rats?"

Initiative  7