As you all know, the ground has begun to crack beneath your feet. You may be alone, or surrounded by friends or allies. It makes no difference. To everyone around you, it seems as if you are slowly fading, disappearing from sight. They know better then to go nearer to you and interfere, as they wouldn't want to rob you of the chance to save the multiverse, the only chance anyone is going to get. 

For you, the ground stops cracking, and starts collapsing, as it's whipped away from beneath your feet. You fall down, through what seems to be the hollow insides of the planet. But do you not remember feeling the soil with your hands, knowing it stretches forever beneath you? This feels so... Unnatural. The gloom around you swims before your eyes, strange forces tugging at your soul. Darkness... Envelops you, even though you can still see sunlight from the hole above. But is that sunlight, or just another disguised evil? What does evil look like? These thoughts cloud up your mind, as you fall further and further from the world you once knew...

Make a constitution and a wisdom save please.

I assume this is a magical effect...

Con save: 27

Wis save: 26

Slip’s roll

CON 30

WIS 28

I spend 1ki point to Reroll Wis: Unable to parse dice roll.

WIS 26

*Thanks for the rolls, we'll continue once everyone has done them. I'm not sure if my PC's glitching out, but Mustang, did you really roll 2 nat 1's on your first try?*

Constitution 12, wis 24,  in campaign log.

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yep

Wow! Two 1’s in a row!

When you roll dice as much as we do, it's bound to happen eventually...

Dabbert's Saves:

Constitution:  11

Wisdom:  27

(OOC - I believe we have all rolled our saves. I'm also pretty sure many of us have fall avoiding skills/spells. Looking forward to what comes next :-) )

(OOC: Sorry If I'm keeping you waiting, I'll describe the next step in your journey as soon as I can tomorrow :) )

I've taken the averages of each of your two rolls, and it looks like you all beat the DC.

You fall further and further, just able to keep your head clear by focusing on the matter at hand. As you get nearer to the core of what you thought to be your planet, it feels more like you're being pulled towards it rather then falling into it. To your eyes, it seems as though you're spinning. Though you feel still, calm even. Whatever's happening is messing with your head. The spinning gets faster, until everything goes black, just for a second. Once your vision clears, you find yourself no longer falling, but laying on a dark, harsh looking rock, face down. You feel an extreme heat on the left side of your face, but not quite enough to burn. As your energy to move returns, you hear a low growl.

Slip will get to his feet and face in the direction of the growl, ready for action. 

Lorlin looks towards the growling and stands, casting (BA)shillelagh on her staff as she rises. 

Dabbert lays there, basking in the heat for a moment before grumbling at the growl.  

"I uh...can't a guy get a little peace around here..."  He says, pushing up onto his hands and knees and looking around for whatever was making that sound, before hustling to his feet and reaching for his halberd...

Akkron slowly rises to his feet while turning his head towards the source of the growl, preparing to cast a spell either to drive the creature away or escape from its clutches... and then he curses as he realizes that the massive army of skeletons he had prepared to march into the abyss to fight for the fate of the world wasn't able to join him.

"I sure hope that my army doesn't cause too much trouble without me," the lich mutters. "Now let's see what manner of creature is so great and terrible as to endanger the very fabric of reality."

(OOC: Sorry everyone. You all seem to be able to get back to this everyday, and I can only post every few days... I'll try to get back to you all as fast as I can though)

(OOC that’s fine with me, just knowing it’s not a dead campaign is good. Level setting on expectations is a good start. )