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Falen: Having more a sneaky approach to combat, Falen makes a mental note in the midst of trying land (“superhero landing style”) to pay closer attention to battle tactics. This was a special breed of messy. And it wasn’t over quite yet. “What’s the likelihood of that (pointing downward) can...

Falen: As Falen flies up into the Guard House, he surveys the room. “Need priests and heavies!!! Now!!!! Get this hole clear. The Exemplars need to all come up. They are fighting undead!! Do we have oil? We could set fire below!!” He mentally quizzes the crystal, “Think, Little One! I...

Respen: Whispering to himself the indignity of this fellow’s plight focuses him. The last hours have felt like a year or longer. Perhaps it’s claustrophobia. Perhaps it was the illusions. Perhaps it’s the abruptness of Dame Clare’s “assistance”. He feels himself growing resentful of these...

Falen: Taking the spell effects heavily, he realizes in his desire to protect others, he has spent far more time than he should have where he is. Seeing the undead bugbear slip past him (no AoO?), he moves quickly to as far down the corridor as possible, in full retreat.

Falen: Falen’s ears are twitching. The bugbear cleric …er…vampire/wight undead thingie startled him. “What the nine hells?” “Tym, you need to move. Now.” Falen blurts out mentally as his hands craft a spell. He releases it almost in desperation, having never casted while flying. He found...

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Falen: Aloft in overwatch, Falen has visibility over the entirety of the corridor, beyond Tim (though this frame covers a chunk of it). He goes active on mindsight and his telepathic radar. He feels the time dilation slip, much like the feeling one has when one jumps from a height, a pit in...

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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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...