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Kushnak carefully pulls back with the others. With the way clear, Bazrim launches a small bead of flame from his fingertip. When it reaches the middle of the room, it suddenly explodes in a ball of flame. A couple of screeching screams ring out, letting Bazrim know he found some targets...

As Bazrim prepares to, hopefully, lay waste to the unseen foes, Erdolliel and Nethezar both carefully back out. "You'd do well to follow your advice," Nethezar offers, as he backs out. With Eskard gone, the two invisible foes focus a flurry of attacks on Kushnak. While his armor turns aside...

While Erdolliel waits to make her next move, Eskard takes a wild swing, hoping to hit something. While the warrior hits only air, he, fortunately, feels another swing harmlessly fly near him, as he retreats back. Kushnak prepares to hopefully hit something. I hate enworld so much. I do NOT...

Erdolliel deftly darts out onto the plank and swings where she thinks one of the foes must be. Unfortunately, she hits only air. Eskard lashes out, hits only air, and flies above Erdolliel. As the half-orc flies away, one of the invisible things smacks him again. Kushnak, thinking he has an...

Erdolliel deftly swims through the dangerous waters, reaches the stable floor along the south wall, and pulls herself up. Eskard flies into a fury and swing madly at his unseen foe. Unfortunately, the warrior hits nothing but air. Kushnak moves forward and waits for an opportunity. Bazrim...

Magic Missle In all seriousness, I truly believe they should hire people with law degrees to write the rules. Whoever they have now sucks at it. I believe "even if the target [...] has less than [...] total concealment" implies (but does not explicitly say) that if the target DOES have total...

I'm still here. IVV might likewise be just watching, since Ciaran has been asleep this whole time. I actually did consider having Aeron wake him up just so that he could participate again. This has taken a lot of "real life" time.

It would be REALLY COOL if en world would tell us, beforehand, that they are not going to let me post. I do not have the numbers I rolled anymore, but I will recreate as best as I can. Eskard joins Erdolliel as the elf moves west on the plank. Suddenly, both half-orc and elf realize, too late...

Erdolliel moves out, stealthily searching, to the first piling. But as soon as she gets there, the elf gets an intense sense that... something is out there. She cannot discern what or where, but she knows she isn't alone.

Aeron leans in close to Sir Merrick, whispering, "Can you take care of this without me? I am loathe to wake Ciaran unless we must, since we will almost certainly need his magic at full strength tomorrow. But I am even more loathe to leave him here alone as he sleeps."

Erdolliel, still sneaking, opens one of the double-doors to the next room. Much of the floor of this ruined chamber has given way, revealing a large stagnant pool of water below. Rusted spears and broken swords break the surface of this pool throughout the room. A framework of soggy timbers...

After doing his part to help subdue the musician, Aeron contends himself with, for the moment, silently watching the more emotional of his friends interrogate the man. The Last Prophet gauges the responses given, attempting to discern whether each is credible. Aeron has a +4 to sense motive...

As the man lunges at Eskard's sword, looking to, apparently, grab it, Eskard deftly turns the flat of his blade into the man's head. He immediately drops to the floor, breathing heavily. For the sake of not wasting time, I'm going to assume the conditions would trigger the ready. 11+, hit...

As Erdolliel cloaks herself in shadows, the odd man stops abruptly stops giggling. "Gods," he says with despair, "I'm still in this awful place." His eyes drift to Eskard's sword, and the man lunges forward. I'm giving Eskard and the guy a surprise round, since Eskard was the only one paying...

The man turns and looks at Erdolliel. His face breaks into a grin, and shortly thereafter, he begins to giggle. Soon, the man sounds like a giggling schoolchild with mirth that, though seemingly misplaced, appears genuine.

Erdolliel examines the door and finds neither traps nor even locks. The man's gaze fixates on Eskard as the half-orc approaches. "Why are you looking at me like that? My head hurts."

The man looks at Kushnak with all seriousness. "When the moonlight is brightest, the badgers dance." Nethezar backs away. "I think we have a friend for you, Bazrim."

"Great," Nethezar grumbles. "One of these will kill him, and one will heal him," the cleric muses as he pulls out two wands. "I hope I can recall which is which..." Nethezar pokes the man with one of the wands, and while you see some color come back into his flesh, it isn't enough to rouse...

Erdolliel makes her threat, but finds no response. The elf then kicks the man while delivering another threat. While the man still makes no response, Erdolliel sees a bit of blood trickle out of his nose.

"You'd think our powerful mage could magic us up there," Nethezar loudly mutters. In short order, the three less adept climbers make it to the top. The group enters the cell area just in time to see Erdolliel unceremoniously kick man in the cell. While he makes no cry out, the elf does hear...