[UaVS] The Silver Door IC

[Serpenteye]

Nurthrak opens the door.

 

[Dalamar]

Arngen, quite glad to let the hulking troll open the door, takes a few steps back... Just in case.

 

[Uriel]

Nurthrak, tired of waiting for more foolish 'caution', opens the Door...
...setting of the Glyph of Warding placed upon it...
< Fire blast, 20 points, ref save DC 17 for half>.

Arngen and Grolvus jump backwards, the bugbear tumbling away, the Drow spring back just in time to avoid the Blast. Brogark gets hit with the fire <10 points>, while Nurthrak shrugs as the flames pass over him, having little effect <Save made, Fire Restance 10 negates the rest>.

<I'm being nice and not blowing up items with this one, consider it your 'Mulligan/freebie'>

 

[Festy_Dog]

Grolvus casts a glance at the troll, and is surprised to see he's unharmed.

"I always had the impression trolls didn't like fire," he says, and continues through the now open door.

 

[Serpenteye]

Nurthrak shrugs as the flames pass over him, having little effect <Save made, Fire Restance 10 negates the rest>.

<I'm being nice and not blowing up items with this one, consider it your 'Mulligan/freebie'>

ooc:

Hmm, "Fire Resistance 10". Does that mean we're playing 3,5e? He used to have a resistance of 20. Ah, well, that's fine by me . What i've gained in 3,5 should (barely) make up for that loss.

SRD 3,5

Smite Good (Su): Once per day the creature can make a normal melee attack to deal extra damage equal to its HD (maximum of +20) against a good foe.

Special Qualities: A half-fiend has all the special qualities of the base creature, plus the following special qualities.
—Darkvision out to 60 feet.
—Immunity to poison.
—Resistance to acid 10, cold 10, electricity 10, and fire 10.
—Damage reduction: 5/magic (if HD 11 or less) or 10/magic (if HD 12 or more).
—A half-fiend’s natural weapons are treated as magic weapons for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction.
—Spell resistance equal to creature’s HD + 10 (maximum 35).

 

[Serpenteye]

Grolvus casts a glance at the troll, and is surprised to see he's unharmed.

"I always had the impression trolls didn't like fire," he says, and continues through the now open door.

"I was born in fire." He walks trough, a step behind Grolvus.

 

[Dalamar]

Arngen frowns at the troll that apparently has much more to it than meets the eye. He then also enters the next room.

 

[Caliber]

"There is little I can add, Mistress. Enemies lie ahead, waiting for us. Not just the Cesulli who are ahead of us ... but some ... something that watches us."

Wesellu pauses for a moment, nervously glancing about.

"Traps ... ambushes ... a prize this grand will not be won easily."

 

[Uriel]

OoC: Regarding 3.0 vs. 3.5, I am sorry, I thought that I had informed all of my players of my switching over. You did gain SR, though...


IC:Enraela gives Wesellu a disgusted look, then sighs and says 'This is why we Drow are ruled by the Wisdom of the Priestessess of Lolth, and not the snivelling Wizards Council.'
Jikull shoulders past Wesellu to move into the next Chamber, his affront obvious.
The Half-Ogre has no respect for Wizards, and little for Drow at all, apparently.
He serves the Duchess first and Enraela second, seeing the other Drow as acceptable losses if need be.

The Chamber beyond is a wide Hall, perhaps a hundred feet to a wall. Low ceilings (20') and columns along the wall show murals of Duergar triumphing over many foes, Drow among them. there appear to be doors set in the other three walls similar to the one that you just passed through. There are no ready tracks within, as someone has taken the precaution of either sweeping manually or using magic to do so...

 

[Serpenteye]

The Wizard is right. There's a presence here, I sense something... delicious. He strides to the center of the hall, a darkly hungry smile on his lips. Raising his voice he speaks. "Come then, cowardly filth, for the turn has come to you. Hide no longer, for now is the hour of your destruction. Your flesh is mine, your soul is mine. I am your destiny and your sole purpose is to die by my hand."