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Semabin nods slightly, not entirely convinced, but doesn't draw his own weapons. However, he mentally prepares himself to draw one of his scimitars should things turn sour after all.

Semabin looks at Pendrake drawing his weapon. "Do you think that's necessary? I'd think the dwarf would have warned us if there was any danger." he asks as he follows.

(Semabin has absolutely no chance to make that check. :p ) Semabin glances at the dwarf's armor with a mixture of pity and jealousy - on the one hand, he wouldn't want to wear such a heavy armor, even if made of mithral, but on the other hand, he remembers how much his own mithral chain shirt...

Semabin nods as he sheathes his other scimitar so as to not appear threatening, and says "Sounds like a good idea."

(While I believe DC 10 is still common knowledge and can be attempted untrained, I don't think Semabin has picked up much common knowledge despite his time adventuring. I'll sit out on that roll.)

Semabin looks at the wall expecting Michael to emerge after all, but as it seems that it isn't happening, he shakes his head, shaking off some memories in the process, and nods. "Let's go, then."

Yeah, it's sad things didn't move better. I certainly understand bowing out here :( .

"That... could have gone better. Where are we?" Semabin looks around, and checks if the wall that spat them out has a marking as well, but not touching anything yet.

Semabin nods. "If I can, I'll give the signal." Then he turns to the cross and touches it like Pendrake before him.

"Huh." Semabin looks at the marking that just "ate" Pendrake. "I guess it is the portal, though it's different form the magic portal I saw once. I'll follow." he continues, drawing his scimitars, and allowing the rope to be tied. "Actually..., he sheathes one of the scimitars, "do we have more...

(I believe we have a marching order we can use... let's check... Michael, Pendrake, Semabin, Eanos, was it.)

1: The thunder slashes the cemetery; absorbs the touch of the spring! 2: The foot rides next to the rapids; redirects the throw of the field! 3: The nunchaku sweeps by the heavens; quells the chi of the spring! 4: The chain sings before the village; guards against the foray of the insect! 5...

(Spot check (1d20-1=14)) Semabin remains blissfully oblivious.

1: The crab drifts atop the rapids; guards against the drive of the canine! 2: The phoenix strikes in the midst of the tower; wards off the throw of the iron! 3: The willow punches the brush; protects against the motion of the garden! 4: The phoenix eliminates the heavens; defends against the...

1: The crab drifts atop the rapids; guards against the drive of the canine! 2: The phoenix strikes in the midst of the tower; wards off the throw of the iron! 3: The willow punches the brush; protects against the motion of the garden! 4: The phoenix eliminates the heavens; defends against the...

Semabin simply nods.

1: The crab drifts atop the rapids; guards against the drive of the canine! 2: The phoenix strikes in the midst of the tower; wards off the throw of the iron! 3: The willow punches the brush; protects against the motion of the garden! 4: The phoenix eliminates the heavens; defends against the...

(No interest in the equipment either.) "Well, what are we waiting for, then? Let's go!"

1: The whip glides in the midst of the plain so fast that it carves the Purelands; redirects the push of the crevice! 2: The phoenix parts the marsh; scatters the punch of the sky! 3: The turtle kicks across the tower; redirects the chaos of the reptile! 4: The snake slashes the cliff; dodges...

1: The whip glides in the midst of the plain so fast that it carves the Purelands; redirects the push of the crevice! 2: The phoenix parts the marsh; scatters the punch of the sky! 3: The turtle kicks across the tower; redirects the chaos of the reptile! 4: The snake slashes the cliff; dodges...