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Heartened by the Hand's success, Auntie Mab regains confidence and she begins to whisper her chant once more as the magic words come flooding back into her mind, while the Hand continues to oscillate in counter-rotation to the portal: Fee, fo, fum, fey; Cast these demons far away! The old...

Unwilling to move any nearer to the hulking demon, and unable to remember any of the fey words that echoed in her head a moment ago, Mab instead beckons the Hand of Salzacas to aid her. Whizzing toward the large portal, the Hand's fingers dance in a flurry of arcane gestures that begin to...

Another crit! @Cute-Hydra - Siv should be at E5 as of his last turn. Also, will you count natural 20 as an auto-success for opposed perception checks? @Walking Dad - Vimak has 20 THP as of Siv's last turn. He can transfer some or all of these to an ally within 5 squares as a minor action...

Mab keeps up her counterspinning hand motion, but the proximity of the spinetails makes her nervous and breaks her concentration. The voice prompting her with magic words seems farther away and harder to hear. "Let's see, how did that go again? Fee, fye, fiddle-di-dee? Foe, fum, foodle-di-doo...

As the dragon swoops down belching acid, Siveris fires a crossbow bolt into the darkness, which fails to find purchase **** "Can't see a blasted thing inside that cloud!," Siv curses, "But as soon as I can, that lizard's going to get a shock to the system," he mutters with a twisted grin, as...

With the encouragement of her friends bolstering her efforts, Mab's concentration deepens, and at last she feels in tune with the Abyssal energies. As she synchronizes the motion of her hands directly opposite to the portal's rotation, a fey voice speaks a chant into her mind. Without realizing...

It's no good dearies! The real magic is beyond me. Where's Luran when I need him?, thinks Auntie Mab sitting in her hiding place, straining and sweating with the effort of trying to command the large portal. You're better at this than me, go close another one of those thingies!, the old woman...

Totally preoccupied with reloading his crossbow, and checking to make sure all his precious potions and elixirs are safe, Siv fails to notice anything until the enemy is upon him. Initiative (1d20+3=4) Siveris Smythe - Level 4 Gnome Artificer (assassin) Conditions: none Passive Perception...

Not entirely sure what to do to negate the portals' Abyssal energies, Auntie Mab settles on an old fortune teller's trick. Taking a steadying breath, she whispers, "Well, here goes nothing." Mab begins to move her hands in overlapping circles directly opposite to the pattern of the large...

"I'm on it, Raijin dearie!," Auntie Mab calls out, just before she disappears around the rock pile, faster than even demon eyes can follow her. As she approaches the large portal, she skids to a stop hidden safely behind one of the rocks. A thought occurs to her as she eyes the pulsating warp...

Cute-Hydra - Warhorse B's attack vs. Vimak should have triggered Siv's Shocking Feedback, but it doesn't look like it was applied. I've rolled it in the actions below. If you already rolled it and it missed, please disregard. Vimak, Kamotz, and Alnar all have +1 to hit and +3 damage till...

This ought to weaken his swordarm, thinks Siveris as he fires a bolt dripping with poison straight into one of the hob soldier's shoulders. Some of the poison spatters Vimak as the bolt flies by, wreathing the goliath in a toxic haze that for some reason doesn't seem harmful to him, though it...

I'm heading out of town now through Sunday. Please NPC Auntie Mab as needed.

"Looks like there's not much to see here dearies. Let's move along, shall we? The furry fiends aren't going to hunt themselves after all," says Auntie Mab as she picks her way carefully back to the rowboat.

"Filthy goblins," mutters Siveris taking a bead on the frontmost rider, "I've got a special recipe for you!," he cries, letting his crossbow bolt fly. Move 1 square east Free = Assassin's Shroud vs. westernmost hob soldier Standard = :ranged:Magic Weapon vs. westernmost hob soldier invoking 1...

"Well I guess there's no shinies to be rooted out," says Auntie Mab, looking noticeably crestfallen. "Unless, of course you can find something Tristram. Do you want to nose around a bit for Auntie Love?," she asks setting the rat down on the floor, only to have him come back moments later empty...

Just as he is about to say something to Lenard about head-patting being a serious insult in gnomish culture, Siv steps into the teleportation circle and is whisked away... *** On the bridge he is too slow on the draw to put a crossbow bolt in any of the hobgoblins before they are upon the...

A quick spasm of fury crosses Siv's face as he spots the bloody handprint left by Kamotz on his fine silk cape. But, rather than release it, he takes a couple deep, steadying breaths, then mumbles, "No matter. I've got a formula for a powerful detergent that should take it out...," as he rubs at...

Siveris' face takes on a sour caste, his eyebrows scrunching down so far it's a wonder he manages to keep his monocle in place. It seems that the irritable gnome is about to lob an insulting retort back at Kamotz, but after a moment's contemplation he thinks better of it and plasters on a smile...

"Okay, Tristram. Time for you to help Auntie out. Old legs are never going to climb up the side of that steep deck. Take this hairpin love. That's a good boy. Now, are you ready, sweetie?," Auntie Mab asks, holding her palm out flat. Looking nervous, and holding a hairpin in his foreclaw...