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Locke Darkmoss Spot Check Spot Check : 1D20+17 = [18]+17 = 35

Locke: Moves silently to the left of Angus and to the right of the lava blooms, staying away from the dangerous path. Moves as far as he can to clear the lava blooms, and then back out further to the left, continuing a gradual flanking move.

Locke: (additional information): Locke moves sneakily directly to the east, putting a little distance between himself and the party. The movement is flanking the creature wide to its right, his (and the party’s) left. He keeps an eye on Litrix and Angus. He goes inside of the lava splash pit...

Respen: Awakening before everyone else, Respen meditates and studies his spellbook. He reflects on the compulsions placed on him. First by Clare Dame, and then by the Sphinx. A long trip from Enllaves. Respen thinks on all of his decisions, and more importantly, the interruptions as a...

Locke: Prepares his weapons, his magical Sword of Subtlety in one hand and his magical Spiked Chain in the other. Trying to see where and what this dragon is, he moves to flank it, careful to avoid the various ways to die in this place.

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Initiative For Locke https://rolz.org/embed?qv9n549o1l:m86oycp3

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Respen: “Rest…and indeed north”. Despite the geas, Respen feels weary. And more than a little bit claustrophobic underground.

Locke: “Justice.” He scoffs and mumbles audibly but not necessarily picking a fight. “Justice is another name for vengeance. Or theft. Or power.”

Locke: “I’ve seen all manner of dark and evil, yet what you describe is hard to grasp. Taint? So our presence in this place subjects us to risk? Simply traveling through it? Does that mean that all we will encounter are beyond hope? Hmm. That makes this easier in a sense. We don’t have...

Locke: “I’m not familiar with planes other than I realize they exist, and I’ve encountered my share of both undead and an outsider or two. Will arcane and divine magicks work normally in this sour soil and air?”

Locke: Caerth is uncomforting to Locke. He is too familiar, seeming of great wisdom. And he is clearly in some distress himself. To Caerth, "Cynra is indeed the goddess of most of my years. Your words ring true, Caerth, you are prescient. I have many skills but few memories of my youth...

“The name is Locke. Just…Locke. Happy to help. May I ask what would keep you here? Is there any reason to stay nearby while it burns?”

Locke: Gritting his teeth, he takes in the scene. He sniffs shallowly, taking in the mixture of naughty word, dried bile, and bodily decay. And through his gritted teeth, “Burn them. Damn the smoke. Burn them. It’ll take too long to bury them. Say rites for them. Dispatch them properly. But...