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Ussal went after Miss Imogen to check the circle. When she entered, he cursed and rushed forward, diving into the circle.

Or one of teleportation and two with summoning, call something minor that will activate all terracota warriors :p

Ussal considers what they knew about the dungeon by now and slowly, as silently as he could, he slithers to look at the circle Miss Imogen went to. "There may be only one correct one, probably no need to activate all three." OOC: Arcana 17, if helped (advantage) then it is 20 Arcana; if...

Vairar pushes forward a bit, helped by dr. Wells withdrawal and stands between the dwarves. He raises the pike, readying to attack the rat(s?) coming from the tunnel. The attack should shake them, he doesn't expect the rats will stop or even if they try, the press of bodies will push them...

"Do we want to ssstirr the warriorsss while we're grouped here in one end? Or activate them while we're spread all over the play-sss?" Ussal isn't happy with the idea "And if the sssircles activate and throw usss to random locationsss within thisss cursssed dungeon?" He shrugs "We're in danger...

Litrix prepares for moving of the eggs by removing the clothes except for small breaches. One can see that draconic scales cover him fully. The armor is resistant to acid and he carries the eggs carefully to the space indicated by the druid. After finishing it, he tries to scrub the goop off...

"Did anyone investigate where the pit trap ends? Maybe there are additional passages from there?" the ranger looks at the note "The city could set some dwarves down and let them search." "I have my own protection from fire. But Spritewing doesn't. Also, I can go behind Sir Tymbek."

"So, nothing else to explore? Let's get to the eggs then. I'll carry them out and the rest of you can blast them to pieces." Litrix sheathes his weapon and starts toward the eggs. OOC: I'm back from vacation, I see there isn't much happening :)

Ussal repairs his armor, unwilling to remove it in the dangerous place. Luckily for him, this is his creation and few strategically places hatches enable him to access parts of it without removing the armor. He takes time to check the necklace. He too heard about such item, but would want to...

I'll need to go through spells used...I'm almost sure I don't have any Flash of Genius, and one remaning force field. 2d8+6+1d6 = [7, 3]+6+[6] = 22 should be at full HP, but I have to re-check that skeleton fight - I reserve the right to spend another HD if there was over 10hp lost to skeletons

Rockhorn dismounts and looks down, his jungle home making him impervious to height diziness. He scampers down the ladder noting the space. He calls up "Spritewing, I think you you could glide down; might not be the softest landing, but it should be fine." He turns toward the door and shakes his...

"I'm with you on this one. When we rest, I'll pray for the power to consecrate the area to cleanse it from the taint. These tunnels need some fresh air. I say the excavation would do them good." Priest of air is predictable in his aversion to cramped tunnels

Vairar follows, his holy symbol at the ready, wrapped around the wrist and held next to the spear haft. When Tommi is bit, he pushes the spear into the hole quickly, going somewhat deeper than a dagger. "I'll check it out if you want, but we need to wash it off. Immediately." Medicine check...

"OK. It seems it cannot wait then." Ozzar sighs "Look at us. The dwarf in the corner. Me. Those two elves behind." the guard gestures not bothering to separate the elf subspecies. "Don't you think we look a bit too healthy for this world. And I tell you, The Mists are just as real from our side...

"Right! That's what I said you'd need me for." he mounts Spritewing and spurs him on. The pegasus flaps his wings once-twice...and then returns to the ground saying something in dwarven "Loremaster, please would be nice."

"I believe thisss isss a tomb of the war god, Shagambi. Sssoo, if anyone wantsss ssssuch addition to hisss ssssoul, you're welcome to it. (thirty three, thirty four, thirty five...)"

Well...elf, camp prisoner in orc tribe...I don't give his ears too much chance...but I never went into too many details, too grisly to contemplate. There are lots of implications in the backstory

"Aren't you interested in destroying whatever those that tortured you wanted to do? To prevent others from stumbling upon the evil. And maybe expanding on it and not suffering it." Elf priest looks at the group "We're here to prevent further threats to both human communities and elven manor...

"SSSSSS!" Ussal hisses, and continues in whisper "Sssilensse! I heard the legendsss. We don't want to wake the warriorsss. There are one, two, three, too many to count now, to many to fight. (four, five, six) Let uss invessstigate the altar...quietly (seven, eight, nine, ten) I don't make the...

"This is pointless. Whatever information they have is important. And paranoia is fine, but needs to be balanced by the need of speed. Give us safe space to rest, you surely can monitor us or guard us there. And while we rest, check what you need." Ozzar rolls his eyes "Here I though Sharn...