[slingergame] PerrySimm says, "Log on."

DM says, "Helloooo, fantasy kids"

DM says, "It's been a while"

Shaborys says, "'lo"

Luthian waffleses.

DM says, "Hmm, waffles"

DM asks, "so, are there any lingering questions?"

Shaborys shakes her head.

Luthian nopes.

Quarion says, "None. We are stuck outside the Fire Giant city, unable to go in."

Horst says, "Feels like we've been waiting to get into this city for weeks"

Quarion says, "It was the world's puniest siege."

DM says, "So, yeah, the city is closed and you turn back. A week later you find yourself in Myrehall again ..."

DM says, "Just kidding. So yeah, you are outside the city, cold, wet miserable, kind of hungry and just very tired."

Shaborys brings everyone into a huddle. "Now what?"

Quarion says, "We need to smuggle ourselves into the city."

DM says, "Also, reminder that you saw some tents a few hundred meters away)"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Meters, eh? Horst knows what I'm talking about"

Quarion asks, "What are those tents? Fellow adventurers who failed to gain access to the city?"

Shaborys asks, "Should we go investigate?"

Quarion says, "Better that then freeze."

Luthian nods in agreement. Definitely better than freezing.

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Wait, cold and wet? I thought we just passed through the warm sunny place that came after the cold place."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "We took baths and everything. It was delightful."

[slingergame] DM says, "Yeah, but your clothes are still damp and stuff. And feet take a long time to warm when they've been really cold"

[slingergame] DM says, "Oh shoot, forgot the baths."

[slingergame] Vraklul | DM says, "After another day, you leave the forest and travel in a straight line towards the mountains. The lands around are bare, full of hot springs and the occasional lava lake. You ride upon the gate, which must be 30 feet tall and made of black metal."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "But it was a relatively chilly lava lake, as these things go."

Vraklul asks (of Guardian), "Why is the city closed?"

DM says, "As you turn your ponies around, the guard gives you apologetic shrug and turns back to looking grimly into the distance. You make your way across the volcanic landscape and find some luxurious looking tents, surrounded by a lot of chest, and horses, and around 20 people busying around."

DM says (to guardian), "(earlier) It's closed by decree of the king and that's all I'm allowed to say, outsider"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "oooo luxury"

Vraklul says (to the party, as they turn away), "Hmm. Suspicious."

Shaborys strides right up to the tents and greets the nearest group of people.

DM says, "On one of the rocks sits an half-orc, cross-legged, and whittles on a piece of wood. From his garb, you gather he's a ranger of some sort. He gives you all a curteous nod, but doesn't say anything."

Horst tries to recognize the heraldry.

Horst rolls 1 20-sided die: 2 | 2

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "oh man not these guys"

Vraklul asks, "Hey. You guys get turned away at the gates too?"

DM says (to horst), "You actually see a sign that says LONG GRONGSONS - Wolfwater's best luxury wares"

DM says, "Errr, Lon"

DM says, "The people tending to the horses sort of shyly shuffle away as you approach, and then a man steps out of the tent. Human, very tall, wearing noble winter clothes, with wavy blonde hair and an impressive moustache. And he says:"

DM says, "Lease my servants alone! What is the meaning of this?""

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "Lease my servants? We don't need them."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Argh my typing"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "ooops"

Shaborys raises her eyebrow ridges. Rude.

[Crows-Nest] DM asks, "Is Shaborys Klingon now?"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "heh."

Vraklul asks, "The meaning of what?"

DM says, "That's what I ask you ... sir. Why do you think you can just strut into out camp and mingle? And keep that mongrel away from my wares, if you please." (Bloodfang is sniffing some chests)"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion asks, "Can I set fire to this obnoxious twat's hair, please? Please?"

DM says, "Some guy who look like mercs appear from another tent and take position behing Grongson."

Shaborys says, "We mean you no harm."

DM says, "*guys*, dammit"

Horst exclaims, "If THIS is the way you treat your customers, my good luxmonger, then perhaps we shall take our bulging purses of gold elsewhere!"

DM says, "He sniffs. "Well, if you need provisions, I guess we can come to some sort of arrangement."

Luthian stands at the back of the group, not really saying much of anything.

Quarion has visibly taken a strong dislike to Lon Grongson.

Horst says, "To whom else would you sell? It seems there's no truck with the giants."

Vraklul says, "Unless you plan to get into the city some *other* way."

DM says, "Well, I'm sure this useless blockade won't go on forever. And I see no need to discuss my business plans with the likes of you."

[Crows-Nest] Luthian doesn't think his Position of Privilege would help much here. Would it?

[Crows-Nest] DM asks, "What's that again?"

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "It's the "hey I'm the noble 1%, peons" one"

[Crows-Nest] Luthian says, "I fit in with the hob-nobs, and common folks try to kiss my backside."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Well, he probably didn't see you there standing in the bacl"

Vraklul asks, "What makes you think the blockade will end?"

DM says, "As I said, I see no need to discuss this any further. If you want to buy something, you can talk to my assistant."

Vraklul says, "We tried."

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "Real nice operation you got here. Be a shame if someone were to happen along and... UNIONIZE it"

Vraklul says, "But you came out here yelling at us to leave him alone."

Vraklul says, "I can't imagine you've actually got anything here we'd be interested in buying anyway, to be honest."

DM says, "These are my SERVANTS (he says it extra loud and slowly) my ASSISTANT (dito) is in my tent. Henimore, you come deal with these people"

DM says, "And he disappears in his tent."

Quarion makes faces at Lon behind the guy's disappearing back.

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Burn down the tent!"

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "We murderhobos demand politeness"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Now, now. Not while his assistants and/or servants are still in there."

DM says, "A human women appears from the tent. He seems somewhat dull and bookish, but gives you the faintest hint of a smile."

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Wait until he's alone in it, *then* burn down the tent."

Luthian exhales quietly, and remains silent. He fidgets idly with his signet ring, glancing around the room nonchalantly.

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "What? A human women? Human women? Human woman? wooot"

Vraklul asks, "Hi. You're with that bozo?"

DM asks, "So, um, hello. I'm Henimore. Did you wanr to buy something?"

Shaborys asks, "Mayhaps. What do you have?"

DM says, "She chuckles and glances around nervously. "Well, if you mean if I'm Mr. Grongson's assistant, then yes.""

DM says (to Shaborys), ""Oh, we have some food and stuff. I guess you wouldn't be interested in buying any jewelry?""

DM says, "(One of the guards walks over to a certain heap of chests and leans against it)."

Shaborys perks up, just a little.

Vraklul asks, "Depends. Is it just regular stuff, or does it do anything fancy?"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Pavlov's Tiefling"

DM asks, "Well,we do have some exquisite fruit here ... Or maybe cake. How about some sugarbread?"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "Let us eat cake."

Horst says, "What we want is, I think, the same thing -- entrance to the city."

DM asks, "Also some rib-eye?"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "They say that you can tell how many coins are in a money pouch just by watching her fingers twitch when it jingles."

Vraklul says (to Henimore), "Nah, we're pretty set for food, for the moment -- we managed to hunt our way through the mountains, more or less."

DM says (to horst), "Ah, we seem to be at a standstill there."

DM says, "She smiles a little. "Oh, I couldn't tempt you to a giant size cream tart?""

Quarion says, "Well that is indeed tempting."

Vraklul says, "Speaking of hunting, do you buy furs? We've managed to collect a few nice ones along the way, if you're interested in adding them to your stocks."

DM says, "Oh, thank you, we only buy already processed luxury furs."

DM says (to Quarion), "Only 100 gp."

Horst says (to Quarion), "Why, that's a bargain compared to your usual spending on tarts."

Quarion says (to Horst), "Har har. I don't have that kind of money."

DM says, "Ah, that seems to be a shame."

[Crows-Nest] Luthian admits, just kinda feeling background-y at the moment. Strong, silent type.

Vraklul says, "Oh well. I don't think we're really the luxury types."

DM says, "She nods."

Horst says, "If it's acceptable, perhaps we'll set up our tents within sight of another, for added security."

Vraklul asks, "I'm guessing you were hoping to bring your goods inside the city to sell?"

Horst says, "If you see us taking a moonlight stroll, please don't be alarmed. We're no common thieves."

DM says, "Yes indeed. All we could get out of the guard is that for some reasons outsiders are no longer admitted into the city."

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Speak for yourself!"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Some of us may be common, and some of us may be thieves, but the overlap is minimal."

DM says, "She points at the half-orc. "MacGregor has explored a bit around the city, but he found no other way in."

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul exclaims (at Shaborys), "But you're not common at all!"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "*snrk*"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys aw.

Vraklul asks, "And you have no idea why they've locked the gates either?"

DM says, "I guess some outsiders have offended the king in some way. He's easily offended."

Vraklul leans in and whispers, "Was it your boss?"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Haha"

DM says, "There is just the tiniest hint of a smirk but she shakes her head. "Of course not! The very thought."

Vraklul says, "Hmm."

Vraklul says, "On the one hand, we were hoping to get the King's help. And I don't see how we can get that from out here."

Vraklul says, "On the other hand, sneaking into the city against his orders *might* not be the best way to get on his good side."

Horst asks (of Vraklul), "Can't you turn into a raven or something?"

Vraklul asks, "I... what?"

Vraklul says, "Well. No. But I suppose I might be able to get one to help us..."

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "Hey man don't ask me how your crazy tree-hugging cult works"

Vraklul claps Horst on the back. "That is a pretty good idea, that. Give me a few minutes, and I'll see what I can do."

Quarion says, "My idea was to use a magical illusion to disguise myself as a Fire Giant. But that wouldn't last more than a few minutes, sadly."

Vraklul goes a few yards away, sits down cross-legged with his arms lifted in some weird pose, and starts to ritual cast Speak With Animals.

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys asks, "How about we stand on each other's shoulders and wear a trench coat?"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "A fire giant trench coat"

DM says, "Hellosirwhatareyoudoingitsmebloodfang"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "We could, but unfortunately Henimore would charge us about a thousand platinum for the trench coat."

Vraklul asks (of Bloodfang), "Hey there, Bloodfang! I was just thinking of chatting with some of the local animals. Birds, maybe. Have you smelled any friendly-seeming ones nearby?"

DM says, "hmmmmmmtasybirds"

Vraklul asks, "...is that a 'yes'?"

DM says, "Yeslookthereisahawkoverhead"

Vraklul looks up. "Hallo, hawk!"

Vraklul says (to Hawk), "I'd like to offer you a bargain, if you're up for it."

DM says, "You dare speak to me, groundcrawler? I am the mighty Redbeak"

Vraklul says (to Redbeak), "My apologies, sir. But I was hoping we might be able to help each other."

DM says, "I will consider your plea"

Vraklul says (to Redbeak), "I have some dried meat here in my pack. I'd be happy to share it with you, if you can help me find a way into this city."

DM says, "ohlooksomeinterestinggrassbyesir"

DM says, "The mighty Redbeak needs no help finding food! However, if you leave it out as a sacrificial offering, the might Redbeak might entertain your puny mind with his observations"

Vraklul exclaims (at Redbeak), "Splendid!"

Vraklul sets out a day's rations worth of meat for the mighty Redbeak.

DM says, "Redbeak lands after you move some distance away, and pecks at it for a good minute. (You basically have 80% of your ration left.)"

Vraklul says, "I am honored that you find my gift pleasing."

DM says, "Listen! The giants have build many firebreathing tunnels into the earth. But one of them, just a minute away that way, seems to be defective. It does not breath fire, but green clouds."

Vraklul asks, "Oho! Are these green clouds dangerous?"

DM says, "The might Redbeak does not hunt near the fire breathing tunnels! He values his tailfeathers. But as there is a ill giant near there, Redbeak deduces it to be so. And now begone, before I peck out your eyes!" And he flies away."

Vraklul exclaims, "Thank you, sir! May we meet again some day!"

Vraklul says (to Party), "I believe I have a lead."

DM says, "SirIfoundthisreallycoolstick"

[Crows-Nest] (from Shaborys) Redbeak says, "No."

Quarion exclaims (at Vraklul), "Tell us!"

Shaborys asks, "What's up?"

Vraklul says, "We may have a possible way into the city. As well as a really cool stick."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Redbeak is the kind of guy who would unfriend you on Facebook after you stop working together."

DM says, "itismystickletgogrrrr"

Vraklul says (to Bloodfang), "I could throw that, if you wanted."

Vraklul explains what the hawk told him, in between negotiating with Bloodfang about sticks.

Quarion asks, "Sick giant?"

DM says, "You play a round of fetch."

Shaborys says, "Sounds poisonous."

Vraklul says, "Perhaps."

Vraklul says, "But it seems worth a closer examination, at least."

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Can you find us a canary? :D"

[Crows-Nest] DM asks, "Isn't that what Luthian is for?"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Heh"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Ooooh."

DM asks, "I assume you leg it over there?"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Something tells me Quarion might not take much convincing to charge in, but I would not actually recommend it."

Horst says, "Yes let's"

Quarion goes forth, in search of adventure!

[slingergame] Vraklul says (to DM), "Sounds good."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "I'm also curious what these regular, non-defective firebreathing tunnels look like."

Quarion exclaims, "Hey ho! Let's go!"

[slingergame] Horst asks, "What, you haven't seen Judge Dredd?"

DM says, "Redbeak clearly meant a minute as the hawk flies, as you travel for about half an hour before you discover anything. What you discover seems to be a regular firebreathing tunnel. It's basically a round grate, 3m in diameter, that leads down into darkness. And it seems to suck in wind in regular intervals, almost like breathing."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "'A regular firebreathing tunnel'."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "So, I'm not volunteering--yet--but I can dash and i have fire resistance and a potion of greater healing, and uh.. if the green gas doesn't work out, maybe I can get in and find a way to get others in from the inside"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Just like you see every day."

[Crows-Nest] DM says (to Shaborys), "That grate is far too fine for anyone to pass through. Except maybe Bloodfang."

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Oh, all right."

[slingergame] Vraklul says (to Shaborys), "I was considering volunteering just on the basis of having a good CON save, but firebreathing, hmm."

[Crows-Nest] DM asks, "Oops, ila ... tavern, I guess?"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Er, fire resistance, I mean."

DM says, "As you stand around, you hear a low anf far away rumble."

DM says, "from below"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion asks, "Low anf?"

Horst runs away.

Vraklul takes a few steps back.

Horst says, "Or gallops away on pony or whatever"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "*and*"

Shaborys backs away as well.

Quarion stays where he is.

DM says, "The rumbling grows louder and louder, and a pillar of flame shoots up into the air and dissipates into smoke."

DM asks (of Quarion), "Seriously?"

Quarion says (to DM), "Well you said the rumble was distant. I didn't think it was dangerous."

Quarion exclaims, "Overconfidence strikes again!"

DM asks, "So you even stay as it grows louder and louder?"

Vraklul says, "Ah, so this must be how the non-defective firebreathing tunnels work."

[slingergame] Vraklul asks (of DM), "So even if we pried open any covering, this would still be too small for a PC to fit in?"

Quarion says, "At least I wasn't standing on the grate."

[Crows-Nest] Horst asks, "Hey is your Animal-Speaking still active or do you want to use it again?"

[slingergame] DM says, "No, you would fit in, it's 3m in diameter"

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "Our bloodhound could probably find a smelly poisonous tunnel"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Ah, OK."

DM says (to Quarion), "Then make a Dex saving throw"

Quarion rolls 1 20-sided die: 18 | 18 + 1 = 19

[Crows-Nest] Quarion flexes knuckles.

DM says, "Okay, you manage to jump back at the last minute, so you only take half-damage"

DM rolls 1 10/2-sided die: 4 | 4

DM says, "Hmpf"

DM rolls 1 10-sided die: 1 | 1

Quarion asks, "So I take 1/2 damage?"

Horst says, "Good thing there's so much snow around."

DM says, "You take one damage! And you lack eyebrow."

DM says, "*s"

DM says, "And the brim of your hat is a little singed"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Incidentally, I have a crowbar, for prying open grates."

[slingergame] DM says, "This thing is welded and bolted it, you'd need some heavier tools to open it."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Boo. I can, uh, whack it with a hammer."

Vraklul asks, "Should we compare this to the one that Redbeak told us about? With the green clouds?"

Shaborys says, "Yes."

Horst says, "That seems wise."

Quarion is all for it.

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Remember, you also have a half orc who is good at getting angry."

Vraklul continues in the direction Redbeak indicated.

Quarion follows right behind.

DM says, "Okay, so you move on, and after another half hour, you reach the peak of a small volcanic hill. Below it you see another of the grates. This one has been pried out and lays besides the opening. As Redbeak said, there is a sort of green fog coming out of it."

DM says, "There also seem to be some oily puddles around the opening."

Shaborys asks, "So who wants to stick their head in the fog?"

Quarion looks at the puddles, and dips the blade of his scimitar in them.

Horst says, "I bet the dog does."

DM says (to quarion), "Your Scimitar sizzles and corrodes and gets a -1 penalty to damage rolls"

DM says, "As soon as you go near the fog, you all get a weird, kind of moldy taste on your tongues."

Shaborys looks at Quarion's scimitar. Yikes.

Quarion says (to DM), "Good thing I didn't follow my initial plan of dipping my fingertips in those puddles."

Vraklul says, "This seems dangerous."

DM says, "No eyebrows and no fingertips? That would be bad, yes"

Shaborys gags and backs away.

Shaborys wipes her tongue. Ew ew ew.

Vraklul picks up a small rock and tosses it into the opening.

DM says, "Bloodfang hides behind Quarion."

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "So this one is open and theoretically any one of us stupid enough could climb right inside?"

DM says (to vraklul), "*clong clang clong clang clong*"

[slingergame] DM says, "Yes"

Quarion exclaims (at Vraklul), "I think that bloody chicken of yours wanted us to die!"

[slingergame] Shaborys asks, "How scalable are the walls? Particularly for someone with pitons, rope and second story work?"

Vraklul says, "He *did* say it looked dangerous."

Horst says, "In the good news / bad news category: it's possible this stuff is flammable. Let's not try right this second though."

[slingergame] DM says, "They are very slick. You could abseil down with no problem. But you can't see how deep it goes because of the fog."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "i was thinking up and over into the city, but ok. Slick."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion exclaims, "Close your doors... shut your windows... there SOMETHING in the Fog!"

[slingergame] DM says (to slinger), "Well, it's basically a mountain with a hole in the top. You can climb a mountain, sure."

[slingergame] Vraklul says (to Shaborys), "I think he was answering my earlier question."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Oh :)"

Vraklul says, "Something tells me it might be safer to climb down one of the fire-breathing tunnels than this."

[Crows-Nest] DM asks, "Aw, did we lose Luthian again?"

Vraklul says, "But on the other hand, the substance in those puddles might be useful if we had some way to carry it."

Shaborys asks, "Should we see if any of the fire tunnel grates are open or easily broken open? It sounded like there was more than these?"

Horst says, "Maybe this is a sign. We could join up with the merchant and head to Wolfwater."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "It's called Red Herring the fire giant city for a reason"

DM says, "oh, everybody can roll Perception"

Quarion rolls 1 20-sided die: 7 | 7 + 2 = 9

Vraklul asks (of Borys), "Do you think that corrosive stuff might help weaken one of them, make it easier to pry open?"

DM says, "Also, I assume you have moved away from the opening"

Vraklul rolls 1 20-sided die: 9 | 9 + 0 = 9

[slingergame] Vraklul exclaims, "I never even got that close to it in the first place!"

Shaborys says, "Oh, sure. I have a spare waterskin in my burgular's pack, assuming it doesn't eat through it..."

Horst rolls 1 20-sided die: 20 | 20 + 3 = 23

Shaborys rolls 1 20-sided die: 13 | 13 + 5 = 18

DM says, "Sharp-eyes Horst and Shaborys notice a boot print (giant-size) leading from one of the acidid puddles over the next ridge."

[Crows-Nest] Horst asks (of Vraklul), "You told us about the sick giant, right?"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Yup."

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Let's steal his clothes and go back to my "stack of heroes in a trenchcoat" plan :D"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Didn't know what I was talking about, but I passed on what I heard."

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Hee."

[Crows-Nest] DM says (to Shaborys), "hee hee"

Horst exclaims, "I think there might be a sick giant over yonder!"

Vraklul says, "Where? I don't hear anything."

Shaborys points at the footprint.

Quarion exclaims, "We must help him!!!"

Shaborys says, "Maybe if we befriend him, he can get us in."

Vraklul says, "Sure, let's go see."

Horst ponies on over there.

DM says, "You ride over the next ridge, and sure enough, under an overhang you see a fire giant. You've only seen on other so far, but this looks very sickly. His skin is a palish-brown under his bread, and his exposed skin seems to be covered with some sort of greenish fungus."

DM says, "He leans against the rock, eyes closed, and breathes very shallowly."

Vraklul says, "Hey, man, are you OK? You don't look so hot."

[Crows-Nest] DM asks, "Shallowly? Is that a word?"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Yeah"

Horst casts Lesser Restoration on him. ("ou touch a creature and can end either one disease or one condition afflicting it. The condition can be blinded, deafened, paralyzed, or poisoned.")

Quarion exclaims (at Vraklul), "Don't ask stupid questions!"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "I'm going to try a Medicine roll to see if I can tell what's wrong with him."

DM says, "His eyes flutter open, and he looks down at you with dull surprise. He says something in a language you take to be Giant."

Vraklul rolls 1 20-sided die: 10 | 10 + 2 = 12

Quarion casts Comprehend Languages!

DM says, "Okay, kids, one after the other."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "sorry"

Shaborys just hangs out uselessly, but she smiles as reassuringly as she can. Toothily.

DM says (to horst), "You cast the spell and the purplish grow disappears instantly. The giant breathes with relief."

[slingergame] Vraklul exclaims, "Roll Initiative to try to help the giant!"

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "We're all just so excited to roll dice"

DM exclaims (at vraklul), "He's perfectly healthy!"

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "I mean interact with your rich storyline"

[Crows-Nest] Horst asks, "also haha you had comprehend languages this whole time?"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "I appreciate the irony, yes."

DM says, "The giant booms "Ah, thank you, cleric! I already felt the icy hand of death."

Quarion translates for the others.

Shaborys says, "Ask if he can get us into the city!"

DM says, "He stands up, and as he sees Quarion translate, picks him up and places him on his shoulder."

[slingergame] Quarion says, "That spell's gonna last an hour."

[slingergame] Quarion says, "Of course, I can always cast it again. ;)"

[slingergame] Horst says, "The friendships will last a lifetime. IE also about an hour."

[slingergame] DM asks (of Quarion), "You know you need to prepare spells and stuff?"

[slingergame] Vraklul exclaims (at Horst), "That's pretty optimistic!"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "Yeah, but a pinch of soot's easy to rub on my face."

[slingergame] Vraklul wonders what rubbing a pinch of soot on your face has to do with preparing spells?

[slingergame] DM says, "No, I mean you need to prepare spells that you can use on a given day, you can't just choose from your list"

[slingergame] DM says (to Vraklul), "That's the ingredient"

[slingergame] Quarion asks (of DM), "Didn't we already talk about this? Or am I confused...?"

[slingergame] DM says, "Let's talk about it some other time"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "OK"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Heh."

[slingergame] DM says, "Back to the game. Quarion, is, as we all are, on the shoulder of a giant"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "In the meantime, we have a giant to chat up."

DM says, "I am Byhr, one of the caretaker of the City of Flaming Rocks. Alas, I cannot get you inside, for I am banned myself."

Quarion asks, "Banned? Why?"

Shaborys asks, "Did he offend the king?"

[D&D] GDorn says, "the silly D&D idle game promoted a live session of Critical Role, and it is really weird"

DM says, "Ah, you see these tunnels? They lead are air tunnels, leading to our workshops and houses below. They run many a step down, and intersect. And they easily get infested with all sorts of creatures. So that's why all of them have a fire breath installed, that clears them every few minutes."

[D&D] GDorn says, "I don't think anybody would want to watch a bunch of people playing D&D if they weren't celebrities."

[D&D] DM says, "There is TAZ or Critical Hit, though"

Vraklul says, "That makes sense, I think."

DM says, "And that system usually works fine, but a few weeks ago, this one, lead�ng down to one of our blacksmith shops broke down."

[D&D] Vraklul says, "Unless they were really entertaining when they played."

[D&D] Vraklul says, "In which case, they might soon become D-list Internet celebrities."

DM says, "And we discoverd, to our horror, that it was installed a long time ago, when we were friends with the dwarves who lived here. They build those tunnels, and we just can't get inside."

[D&D] GDorn says, "Critical Role is also celebrities"

Quarion tilt.

Vraklul asks, "The dwarves from Varg Gijak?"

[D&D] GDorn says, "I guess most notably Deborah Ann Woll, from Daredevil. And some beard guy I know from somewhere."

DM says, "And a few days later, a group of southern dwarves cames by, and offered to help us in exchange for access to the Tomb of Thrice-Slain King."

DM says (to Vraklul), "Noo, this was many hundreds of years aog."

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "I sense a dun-dun-DUN."

[D&D] GDorn says, "wow, the audience reaction to a natural 20, followed by the scroll in the twitch chat."

DM says, "And so I pleaded for the king to let them help us. And whatever they did down there seems to have worked, but only for a day. The fire breath went cold again, and the tunnel became infected with all sorts of weird varmin again."

[D&D] GDorn says, "it's just a perception check, guys"

[D&D] DM says, "Also Laura Bailey"

DM says, "And so I was banned, because I plead their case before the Magma Throne."

DM says, "He shrugs."

Quarion says, "Oh, dear."

DM says, "He is a wise but firm king."

Vraklul says, "That's a strange coincidence."

Vraklul says, "*We* were hoping to learn about the Thrice-Slain King's tomb as well."

DM says, "Oh? Two groups after it after 50 years of silence? That is strange indeed."

Vraklul says, "Makes me worried it might be more than a coincidence. Those dwarves *might* not have had the best intentions."

DM says, "That's very obvious at this point."

Shaborys says, "Well, they don't have the key. So hopefully they can't do much harm."

DM says (to Shaborys), "Well, the king did send them off there and they haven't returned. So maybe one of the traps got them."

Vraklul asks, "Are those 'weird varmin' the reason the green fog is pouring out of the hole in the ground?"

DM says, "Yes! I have been trying to clean it myself, but I can't really get inside, and you see how I ended up. I think it's some sort of fungus."

Shaborys ew. "Varmin, we can do. But I'm reluctant to enter the fog.

DM says, "Oh, you would need to find a way to breathe in there."

Horst says, "Surely you and the king want these foul dwarves brought to justice."

DM says, "If I would get my hands on them I would crush them like this dog! Oh, that's your dog? Sorry."

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "Did one of us get a potion of magical breathing at one point?"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "Me."

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "Er, did he just crush our dog?"

[slingergame] DM says, "Pretty sure that's water-breathing."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Darn."

[slingergame] DM says, "No, he picked him up and motioned to, but he was stopped before. It was but a humorous aside."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Phew."

[slingergame] Horst says, "Flooding the tunnels might be feasible."

[slingergame] Quarion says, "Aha."

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "How much Create Food and Water can you cast?"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "har har"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "I'm better with fireballs."

Vraklul asks, "What's at the other end of the tunnel? Would it be any easier to come at it from that direction?"

DM says, "The fire breath we need is somewhere deep in the innards of the whole system."

[D&D] GDorn says, "our Maze of the Blue Medusa game is 60% people who have never played before. MotBM is also a megadungeon, with no guarantee of resupply availability, as the main way in or out is fickle."

DM says, "*If* you go down there, there will be dwarven markings to lead you."

[D&D] GDorn says, "the druid discovered Goodberry last night and was super excited by this."

Vraklul asks (of the gang), "Right. So, how do we go down a tunnel full of poisonous green smoke that infects you with fungus without breathing it in?"

Vraklul says, "I can maybe hold my breath for a minute or two, but..."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "That's one possible plan."

Shaborys asks, "I presume breathing through fabric won't be enough. And his entire body was covered in fungus, so was that from breathing it in, or just from interacting?"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "I hold my breath, try to slide down the tunnel quickly, and hope that I get past the source of the toxic gas before I need to inhale again."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "And then trust Horst to Cure me if I do get infected."

DM says (to Shaborys), "Oh, just from breathing."

Vraklul asks (of Giant), "What about that puddle near the hole? Was that part of the infestation?"

DM says (to Vraklul), "I think that's some sort of remnant from one of the creatures, but I don't know which"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Poor Luthian."

Horst says, "A fireball might help."

Horst says, "Not as a permanent solution, but to open a window."

Vraklul says, "I wonder if it's flammable."

Quarion says (to Horst), "I'm happy to oblige, Brother Simov."

DM says, "My friends, these are long, winding and treacherous tunnels. No one should go in alone, and you should have some way to breathe when you go in.""

Vraklul asks (of Giant), "Do you have any ideas for how to breath down there?"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "I'm worried we might have to ask Henimore."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "But I don't even *have* a house to mortgage."

DM asks, "Those dwarves had built themselves some sort of apparatus. But you'd need material and an idea what and how to build it. Are any of you mechanically inclined?"

Vraklul says, "I can cut down a tree."

Vraklul says, "Oh, but I know who might be..."

DM asks, "Oh?"

Vraklul says, "We met a gnome a while back. He seemed pretty clever at making magical gadgets."

DM asks, "Ah, is he anywhere near here?"

Vraklul says, "Norin Goblinsfoe was his name."

Vraklul says, "No, but we do have a way to send him a message."

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "That was his name, right? I'm not mixing him up with someone else, am I?"

[slingergame] DM says, "Nope"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "(Was that 'Nope' to the first question or the second one?)"

Vraklul says, "Siri! We want to send a message to Mr. Goblinsfoe."

DM says, "Siri appears from behind a rock."

[slingergame] DM says, "Oh sorry Yes/ Nope"

DM says, "*ding RECORD RECIPIENT*"

Vraklul exclaims, "Norin Goblinsfoe!"

DM says, "RECIPIENT RECORDED AS *Robin Gardenhoe*"

Quarion exclaims, "Nooo!"

Vraklul nods. That seems close enough.

DM says, "RECIPIENT RECORDED AS *Nooo""

Quarion facepalms.

Vraklul says, "*Norin Goblinsfoe*."

DM says, "RECIPIENT RECORDED AS *Norin Goblinsfoe* *DING* *RECIPIENT FOUND* *DING* *BEGIN MESSAGE*"

Vraklul exclaims, "How can we all safely breathe inside of a tunnel filled with toxic green diseased gas that makes you break out in deadly fungus? Thanks!"

[slingergame] DM says, "I said at the time that he would take a day to go and a day to come back, but that will hold up play too much, so I'm changing it to 6 hours each"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Woot."

[slingergame] Quarion says, "RETCON TIME"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Upgrade downloaded!"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "beep a ding"

[slingergame] DM says, "Hey, exactly 25 words. Not bad"

[slingergame] Vraklul exclaims, "Thanks!"

DM says, "*DING* *MESSAGE RECORDED* *DING* She scuttles behind a rock and is gone."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Vraklul has been practicing counting since he was a little kid."

[slingergame] Vraklul exclaims, "He can get all the way to 100 without missing a one!"

[slingergame] DM exclaims, "I'm surprised he has made it to 25 yet!"

Vraklul says, "Well. That might take a little while."

Vraklul asks (of Giant), "Is there anything else around here worth scouting out while we wait?"

DM says, "I saw some tents over near the entrance."

Quarion says, "Oh, we saw those."

[slingergame] Quarion asks, "Or... did we?"

DM says, "You can bath in the hot springs, but otherwise it's kind of barren out here. I miss the city."

Vraklul lights his pipe and prepares to wait. We've had a lot of practice being patient on the ride here.

Shaborys plays with her dice.

DM asks, "So you just hang out with Byhr for the time being?"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Guess so. Though the spell will wear off eventually and we won't be able to talk to him anymore."

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "Does anyone else in the party have anything they want to do in the meantime?"

[slingergame] Horst says, "na"

Quarion meditates.

[Crows-Nest] (from Vraklul) DM says, "OK, we can pick this up again in twelve hours, I guess. See everybody then."

DM says, "So you play some die with Byhr and do whatever, and maybe take a long rest, and then suddenly Notebot appears again around astone, sits down in the middle of you and pops open."

Quarion's eyes also pop open.

Quarion exclaims, "Those 12 hours felt so short!"

DM says, "MESSAGE FROM *Norble Gorbletoe* MESSAGE READS "FIND BREATHING MASKS AND MATCHING TUBES FIND FILTER AND SOME SORT OF HANDCRANKED POWER GENERATION DEVICE ASSEMBLE CAREFULLY NO LEAKS BEST OF LUCK FRIENDS NORIN""

Shaborys hm.

Shaborys asks, "Do we suppose Mr. Douchebag over there sells anything useful?"

Horst says, "It may be so"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Only she doesn't say douchebag :D"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Something in infernal."

Horst says, "Rich people have strange hobbies."

Quarion asks, "Well, what are we waiting for?"

Shaborys waves at Bhyr and makes the "one moment please" gesture with her hand, which she hopes isn't something rude in Giant.

DM says, "So you mosey over to the tents again. The ranger orc sits on the same rock, with a pile of whittled wood besides him. He gives you another corteous nod. Lon is in the back, berating some of his servants, something about the horses."

Shaborys calls out pleasantly, "We're here to spend money."

DM says, "Henimore steps out of her tent and almost smiles at you again."

DM says, "Oh hello! That's nice to hear"

DM says, "(Byhr stayed behind)"

Shaborys asks, "Do you have breathing masks, by any chance? And tubes and filters and maybe a generator?"

DM says, "She blinks."

Shaborys asks, "I'll take that as a no?"

DM says, "Let's see."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Shabby's least favorite words: "spend money""

DM asks, "We have some masks for balls and such, maybe you can use those? We have tons of tubing. I think we have some low-magical filters, as for a generator ... We have a handcrank for dumbwaiters, will that work for you?"

Vraklul looks back and forth between the party members, hoping someone has a better idea about all of this than he does.

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "We need MacGyver the Gnome on our team."

Shaborys says, "Well, we need them to cover the mouth? Ideally pretty snugly."

Shaborys says, "The masks, I mean."

DM says, "Hm, let me see. Can you wait here? Mr. Grongson really doesn't want you in the camp."

Shaborys says, still very pleasantly," Mr. Gronson can f*ck himself with a spade."

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Yay."

DM says, "She shuffles away, not commenting on that, and begins rummaging around in the chests."

Shaborys turns to the others, "Would a handcrank work?"

Horst says, "Probably"

Quarion says, "I guess."

DM says, "The guard one after the other sort of take positions near you, like standing around or leaning against something, cross their arms and begin to eye you."

Horst says, "Giants can crank pretty hard."

Horst asks, "How is everyone doing? Anyone have any diseases they might need cured?"

DM says, "One of the guards says "It smells like Tiefling and orc in our camp, can you do anything about that?p0i""

[Crows-Nest] DM asks, "Also against things falling on my keyboard?"

Shaborys just grins toothily and intimidatingly.

Horst says, "It just so happens I got a hot tip on how to solve that problem from your mother last night."

[slingergame] DM says, "Whoa, feisty Horst"

Vraklul says (to Horst), "Not yet. But we may need that spell later, depending on how well this works."

Horst says, "Indeed that is so."

DM says, "The guard says, "Listen here, you little bastard" and puts a hand on his mace."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "sorry, afk for a minute"

Shaborys stops smiling and puts a hand on her sword.

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "No worries"

Horst says, "Sorry, sorry. Just been a long time on the road, you know. We'll be out of your hair in no time. Surely that guy doesn't pay you enough to get killed over."

Shaborys rolls 1 20-sided die: 8 | 8 + 4 = 12

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "That was an intimidation check but nope."

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "You're writing intimidation checks that your fangs can't cash?"

[slingergame] Horst says, "If this doesn't work hopefully it won't be an immediate-onset disease"

[slingergame] Horst says, "In other, more metagamey OOC news, I've got a pretty good idea what this is."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "Init..."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "..tia..."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "...ti..."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "...ve..."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion exclaims, "...time!"

[slingergame] DM asks, "What what is?"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "snrk"

[slingergame] Horst says, "I'll confer with you later"

[slingergame] Horst says, "Anyway, I was just apologizing there..."

DM says, "The leader of the gang pats his guy on the arm. "Let it slide man, no need to rumble with these idiots."

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "Henimore is searching for masks right now, right?"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "Initiative time was cancelled by your local Bastaforian Broadcastng Company."

DM says, "Henimore comes back, with one of the servants carrying a chest that holds an assortment of items."

DM says, "What's going on here?" she asks, trying to sound stern, and the head guard shrugs and they all kind of wander off."

Shaborys takes a look at the stuff she brought back, assessing it for our needs.

DM says, "She holds up a tiger mask that covers the lower half of the face completely."

Shaborys says, "Oh, lovely."

DM says, "complete with papermach� fangs and everything"

DM says, "You also have a small handcrank machine and some tubing and a filter (some assembly required)"

Vraklul asks, "How much would all of these things cost?"

Quarion asks, "Wait, are we buying masks for everyone?"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "I thought so? He said not to go alone."

[slingergame] Quarion says, "Sound wise. Also, expensive."

DM says, "Oh, only about 1000 gp."

Shaborys splutters, but recovers quickly.

Vraklul looks at Shaborys. "Is that a lot?"

DM asks, "What do you need that for, out here?"

Shaborys winks sweetly, "We've got a plan."

Shaborys says, "So about that price..."

Shaborys rolls 1 20-sided die: 15 | 15 + 4 = 19

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "persusian check"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "And I can't spell"

DM says, "Well, I could go down to maybe 800"

Shaborys says, "That would be fantastic!"

DM exclaims, "Works for me!"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "What does everyone have? I have 533, plus diamonds y'all don't know about."

Vraklul says, "We were hoping to use it to help the Everburning King with repairs, so that he would re-open the city."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "50gp in diamonds"

DM says, "I see. I hope it works out for you."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Did I miss some pile of money at some point? I believe I have 121gp."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "I robbed a few people."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "And found some money I didn't share ,i think."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Heh."

[slingergame] Shaborys asks, "In whathername's bedroom?"

[slingergame] Horst says, "I can cough up a hundred"

Vraklul says, "Unfortunately, I don't know if we have that much money."

Quarion says (to Shaborys), "I have 66 gp."

Vraklul says, loudly enough for Lon to hear, "So I guess we'll all be stuck out here together for a while longer."

[Crows-Nest] Luthian says, "Apologies for the drop. Life came charging in."

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys asks, "How muc hmoney do you have, Luthian?"

DM says, "Henimore thinks for a moment, then snatches the chest away. "Well, I'll just leave that here then - " she places it between two tents at the edge of camp - "until you have the money.""

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "This exchange warms my heart"

[Crows-Nest] Luthian says, "According to my sheet, I have 25 gp."

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys asks, "So technically we have enough. Though did she just tell us to steal it?"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "I mean, not tell, you know.. *coughs*"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "I think so, yes."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Good thing the second rogue just returned"

Shaborys says to Henimore, "We'll be back, don't worry."

DM says, "She nods at y'all and then sort of moves over to Grongson and tries to smooth things over with the servants."

Shaborys looks around. Is anyone paying attention to us?

DM says, "Yep, basically all the guards you angered."

Shaborys oh, ok.

Vraklul hangs out right here, in the middle of the camp, smoking his pipe and probably annoying the guards just by existing.

Shaborys whispers, "Let's move away for a bit, ok?"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "I will be happy to be a diversion if needed."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Or that"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Up to you; you're the professional."

[slingergame] Luthian is just some noble punk who decided to up and bail on his life of leisure, and ended up the proverbial dark knight of sorts.

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "A diversion would be good, if you can manage to not get yourself killed. Then I can stealth in and take the chest. or something."

[slingergame] Shaborys asks, "I mean, she "snatched it away" so it can't be super heavy?"

Vraklul says (to Guards), "So how well does this guarding gig pay, anyway? Your boss seems rich. He must pay you pretty well."

Shaborys rolls 1 20-sided die: 1 | 1 + 7 = 8

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Um."

DM says, "Not enough to talk to some mongrel half-orc, that's for sure."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "That was my stealth check."

Vraklul asks (of Guard), "Oh, so you're just doing that for free?"

Shaborys walks over to the chest, pokes at it and walks away again.

DM says, "One of the guards says, "Hey, get away from there!""

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "Should I be rolling anything to assist? Does my talking to the guards give her Advantage on her check?"

[slingergame] DM asks, "You alone are not enough to distract them all. What are the others doing to distract?"

[slingergame] Luthian asks, "Same for me. Anything I can roll to assist?"

Quarion sings Elvish comic songs.

[slingergame] DM asks (of luthian), "Not roll, but tell me what you do to distract the guards?"

[Crows-Nest] DM asks (of Quarion), "Elven Marvel or Elven DC?"

[slingergame] Luthian asks, "I'm proficient in Elvish, so perhaps Quarion and I can do a two-man comic song?"

[slingergame] Luthian shrugs. XD

Horst does that cheesy Thaumaturgy thing to make the ground shake a little bit, which probably knocks over some stacked goods etc.

[slingergame] Quarion exclaims (at Luthian), "OK, let's do that!"

[slingergame] Quarion asks, "What will we sing?"

[slingergame] Horst says, "This land is our land, it is not your land"

[slingergame] Luthian says, "You started it. I'll follow your lead."

Quarion exclaims, "Oh, hey and a ho and a hey ho!"

Luthian exclaims, "A ho-ho-hey-ho-ho!"

Quarion exclaims, "Diggity, diggity, figgity doh!"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Oh, good call on the thaumaturgy. I could do something if we still need it. Whispers behind the guards or something."

[slingergame] Luthian is dead. Legit dead. XD

[Crows-Nest] DM says (to Shaborys), "Your friends are doing the worst comedy act ever, so you can try again with advantage"

Shaborys rolls 1 20-sided die: 20 | 20 + 7 = 27

Shaborys tada?

DM says, "Shaborys moves towards the chest, then someone walks by in front of the camera, and both Shaborys and chest are gone"

Horst also gets out of town.

Quarion backflips away.

Luthian hops a ride on Horst's get-out-of-town-mobile.

Shaborys hightails it out of there, back towards where we left the giant.

DM says, "Okay" says the head guard and waves his hands in front of himself, "that's enough fun, you weirdos! Get out of here! Scram!""

Quarion asks, "-bled eggs?"

Vraklul shrugs. "Sorry, just thought I'd have a friendly conversation."

DM says, "You all make it back to the giant safely. He looks at the box confusedly and scratches his head."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "I am going to recommend that the assembly of this device be done by someone with a positive INT bonus."

Shaborys opens the box! Voila! She picks up a mask and a bit of tubing and gestures, holding it to her face.

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "+2"

[slingergame] Horst says, "I can use Guidance to give someone a +1d4 to this"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "+2 too"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Quarion can try :)"

[slingergame] Vraklul says (to Horst), "It seems that might have been useful a few minutes ago when we were stealing this thing."

[Crows-Nest] Horst exclaims, "A little ooc, but getting the giant to crank this is just the worst idea. Oh well!"

DM says, "Yeah, it would be an intelligence roll"

Quarion flexes his elvish fingers.

Quarion says, "I'll try this."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Mainly because he wouldn't fit in the tunnel"

[slingergame] Horst says, "Yeah it's kinda awkward to co-ordinate it"

[Crows-Nest] Horst exclaims, "I thought there were tubes!"

DM says (to Quarion), "Roll it"

Quarion rolls 1 20-sided die: 18 | 18 + 2 = 20

[Crows-Nest] Luthian stands by, trying to appear useful. XD

Quarion is a wizard!

Horst rolls 1 4-sided die: 3 | 3

DM says, "Quarion works around with stuff, attaches something here, winds something there, fantasy-tapes some stuff to other stuff, and in half an hour he has a working breathing machine."

Quarion exclaims, "Tada!"

Shaborys claps!

DM says, "So here is how this works : The handcrank is the central unit, and everyone is attached to it by a ten-foot tube. So you can't move really far away from each other, and in combat situations someone has to crank it every turn or you start getting poisoned."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "I have cunning action/fast hands, and can presumably crank it without using an action."

Vraklul asks, "I assume someone has to carry the middle piece?"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Though it'll make it hard to fight as well."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "So maybe not."

[slingergame] DM says (to Shaborys), "Hmmm, I think I'd allow that, but not constantly"

[slingergame] Horst says, "I like to crank it with my cunning fast hands as much as the next guy, but this isn't really the time"

DM says, "Yes"

DM says, "Two people, or you can place it on the ground."

[slingergame] Shaborys asks, "Important quesiton: are all the masks the same?"

[slingergame] Vraklul says (to Borys), "It's OK, you can have the tiger one if you want."

[slingergame] DM says, "No! Let's see There's a tiger, a liazrd man, a gnoll, a crocodile and a princess"

[Crows-Nest] DM asks, "I'm good for another hour, how about you guys?"

[Crows-Nest] Luthian says, "Same."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "I'm good."

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Yeah"

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "sure"

Quarion picks up the crocodile mask.

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "I'm good."

Vraklul says, "I can help carry this thing, unless someone thinks I should keep my hands free for my axe."

Shaborys takes the tiger mask, leaving the princess mask (her second choice) to whomever would be most hilarious in it.

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "Oh please let it be Horst"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Oh, I think it's up to you to hand it to someone."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "I was GONNA give it to Quarion, but he acted too quickly."

[slingergame] DM says, "You can use one hand while carrying it"

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "Who has a one-handed weapon?"

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "The princess mask is the only one that fits around my manly beard, so yeah"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "all right :)"

[slingergame] Horst says (to Vrak), "I can deshield"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "I have a shortbow. Range isn't going to really help if we're all close to each other."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "I MEANT TO SAY shortsword."

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "The point being that I was'nt going to use the bow."

[slingergame] Luthian says, "I have a rapier, shortbow, and dagger. I've got at least one hand free."

[slingergame] Quarion says, "I don't have a scimitar anymore, so magic's my primary weapon. (Plus my quarterstaff for emergency boinking.)"

Vraklul puts on the lizard mask.

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Hotline Bastafore"

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "So Luthian and either Shaborys or Quarion?"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "(So Horst can keep his shield, and I my greataxe.)"

Quarion says, "I'll help carry the central part, yeah."

Quarion says, "Shabby's a better fighter than I am."

[slingergame] Quarion asks, "Unless there are objections?"

[slingergame] Luthian says, "None from me."

Shaborys shakes her head.

Shaborys asks, "Are we all good?"

Vraklul asks, "Let's go! Want me to lead?"

DM says, "Allright. Your first problem is to abseil down with the thing carried between you."

Quarion says, "Yeah. But Bloodfang stays outside."

Shaborys says, "Ok."

DM says, "So that will be an Athletics roll from everyone"

Shaborys says, "We don't have a doggy sized mask."

Quarion tells Bloodfang to be a good dog and stay.

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "I.e., to be in between the first thing that tries to kill us and you squishy people?"

Shaborys rolls 1 20-sided die: 15 | 15 + 2 = 17

DM says, "Bloodfang licks Quarion's hand."

Vraklul rolls 1 20-sided die: 16 | 16 + 5 = 21

Luthian rolls 1 20-sided die: 7 | 7 + 0 = 7

Horst rolls 1 20-sided die: 9 | 9 + 2 = 11

Quarion rolls 1 20-sided die: 9 | 9 + 1 = 10

DM says, "Oh boy. So: You hook up your ropes and being to climb down. You can't really see anything for the fog, and it's weird to breath through the mask and the filter. The air tastes unpleasently like rubber."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "So the two people carrying the central part roll the lowest scores. Uh oh."

DM says, "About halfway down Luthian, Horst and Quarion being to slip"

[Crows-Nest] Luthian says, "I blame the RNG."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "So, if my calculations are correct, they are going slide downward into me and possibly Shaborys."

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "Can we help to catch them before they fall any further?"

[slingergame] DM says, "Sure, that would be STR"

Shaborys rolls 1 20-sided die: 2 | 2 + 2 = 4

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "NOPE"

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "Can I use my Athletics proficiency?"

DM asks (of Shaborys), "Who did you want to help?"

[slingergame] DM says, "Hmmmm....okay"

Vraklul rolls 1 20-sided die: 9 | 9 + 5 = 14

Shaborys asks, "Whomever is right above me?"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "(I am trying to help the ones with the device.)"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Presumably Luthian or Quarion, since Horst would be last to keep the device int he middle."

DM says, "You help Quarion, but Horst and Luthian are still slipping and have to make another Athletics roll"

Vraklul exclaims (at Quarion), "Whoa, hold up there!"

Horst rolls 1 20-sided die: 3 | 3 + 2 = 5

Luthian rolls 1 20-sided die: 9 | 9 + 0 = 9

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "MAKE WAY FOR WILLIE"

Shaborys gets kicked in the head.

DM says, "You both slip and fall, and in the process lose your masks. You land on the floor below and take"

DM rolls 1 4-sided die: 2 | 2

DM says, "2 fall damage"

Luthian was never good at abseiling/rappeling, and it shows. He can grip as much as he wants, but his technique is all wrong. He slips, and falls. Fwumph. Ouchies.

Shaborys hopes Quarion had a good hold on the device

Horst tries to calmly hold his breath.

Quarion performs a completely unintentional comedy routine and lands on his posterior. Ow.

DM says, "you can hold your broth for 1+CON MOD minutes"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion exclaims, "3 minutes!!!!"

Shaborys makes her way down and fetches masks for the unmasked?

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "If possible"

Vraklul carefully makes his way the rest of the way down.

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "sure, take your time"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Some of us like not falling."

DM says, "You remask your guys. You are in a tunnel that's about 2 meters high, kind of smooth, though bits of it look corroded. There are dwarven markings on the wall indicating the way to the fire breath device"

[Crows-Nest] Luthian says, "3 minutes. Yay."

Vraklul asks, "Does anyone here read dwarven?"

Shaborys shakes her head.

Horst says, "Hey I do"

Quarion exclaims, "Yay!"

DM says (to horst), "It's basically FIRE BREATH THIS WAY"

Horst says, "This way to the fire egress"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Apparently I speak the languages of things trying to kill us, and Horst speaks the languages of things trying to help us."

Horst waves and tugs everyone along.

Vraklul asks, "Alright. I've never had fresh egress before. Are they dangerous?"

[slingergame] Luthian says, "I'm proficient in Common, Dwarvish, and Elvish. Yay me. XD"

DM says, "You make your way down the corridor. It's a damp, unpleasent place, and having to deal with the masks and taking care of distance and not tangling them doesn't really help."

Quarion walks carefully.

Luthian winces at the damp unpleasantness, but contains himself, and walks as stealthfully as possible. Carefully, too, of course.

Shaborys follows along.

Vraklul doesn't walk stealthily at all. Apparently no one sent him that memo.

DM says, "You walk this way about five minutes, deeper into the bowels of this weird air systems. You cross a junction or two, but you find marking to lead your way."

Quarion says, "So far, so good, my friends."

DM says, "There is occasional fungal growth like you saw on the giant, but nothing too bad, until, in one long and someward sloping tunnel, there is some weird yellow slime in a blob on the ceiling,"

Shaborys ew.

DM says, "which pulsates slightly."

Vraklul asks, "Is that something we're supposed to be killing?"

Shaborys says, "I think so."

Shaborys says, "I don't imagine it would be here normally, given the fire and all."

Vraklul takes out one of his handaxes and throws it at the blob.

Vraklul rolls 1 20-sided die: 13 | 13 + 5 = 18

DM says, "Roll damage"

Vraklul rolls 1 6-sided die: 1 | 1 + 3 = 4

DM exclaims, "The handaxe lands at the blob thing and it splits in two, falls to the ground and both slime thingies attack you!"

DM exclaims, "Alas, you are beset by ochre jellies!"

[slingergame] Vraklul exclaims, "INITIATIVE!"

DM says, "(Roll initiative)"

Shaborys rolls 1 20-sided die: 8 | 8 + 3 = 11

DM clears the initiative.

Shaborys clears the initiative.

Vraklul rolls 1 20-sided die: 19 | 19 + 2 = 21

Shaborys registers herself at init 11.

Quarion rolls 1 20-sided die: 5 | 5 + 4 = 9

Horst rolls 1 20-sided die: 10 | 10 - 1 = 9

Vraklul registers himself at init 21.

DM rolls 1 20-sided die: 1 | 1 - 2 = -1

Quarion registers himself at init 9.

DM registers ochre jellies = at init 1.

DM removes ochre jellies = from the initiative list.

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "Suspicially high roll from Horst"

Horst registers Horst at init 8.

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "snrk"

Horst displays the initiative: Vraklul(21) Shaborys(11) Quarion(9) Horst(8)

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "Is the handaxe visibly damaged from its experience?"

Luthian rolls 1 20-sided die: 15 | 15 + 3 = 18

[slingergame] DM says, "No"

Luthian registers himself at init 18.

DM advances the initiative: VRAKLUL(21) Luthian(18) Shaborys(11) Quarion(9) Horst(8)

Vraklul grabs his greataxe and slashes at the closest jelly in a reckless rage!

Vraklul rolls 1 20-sided die: 3 | 3 + 5 = 8

Vraklul rolls 1 20-sided die: 19 | 19 + 5 = 24

[slingergame] DM asks, "That is slashing damage?"

inky has arrived.

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Yup."

Vraklul rolls 1 12-sided die: 9 | 9 + 5 = 14

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "(Assuming that hits.)"

DM says (to inky), "Quick, roll up a character"

DM exclaims, "As Vraklul hits the jelly with his axe, it splits again!"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul exclaims, "inky can play the ochre jelly!"

DM advances the initiative: Vraklul(21) LUTHIAN(18) Shaborys(11) Quarion(9) Horst(8)

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "So now three jellies."

Luthian wields his rapier, and stabs at the nearest ochre jelly!

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Your math checks out"

DM says, "roll attack"

Luthian rolls 1 20-sided die: 13 | 13 + 5 = 18

DM says, "That hits! As you hit the jelly, it splits in two"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "And now four."

Luthian rolls 1 8-sided die: 7 | 7 + 3 = 10

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Yep, still sound numbers work there"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "Seriously, guys, take the hint."

DM advances the initiative: Vraklul(21) Luthian(18) SHABORYS(11) Quarion(9) Horst(8)

Shaborys thinks for a moment.

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul asks (of Quarion), "Should we all just be casting fireballs instead?"

(From DM) init next

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "Yes."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "Or setting fire to things, whatever."

Shaborys uses her turn to reach over and crank the thingie. Pass. Fire sounds good.

DM advances the initiative: Vraklul(21) Luthian(18) Shaborys(11) QUARION(9) Horst(8)

[slingergame] Shaborys asks, "So slashing *and* piercing cause it to multiply?"

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Quarion braces himself, and hurls a fistful of fire towards the nearest blob of ochre jelly!

Quarion rolls 1 20-sided die: 7 | 7 + 4 = 11

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "awww"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Awwwww"

DM says, "That hits"

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "There's all four of them, yep"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Hee."

Quarion rolls 1 10-sided die: 4 | 4

DM says, "Yeah, you burn off a little of the jelly"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "Not as much damage as I'd hoped. Ah well."

DM advances the initiative: Vraklul(21) Luthian(18) Shaborys(11) Quarion(9) HORST(8)

Horst brings some divine wrath down.

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "I guess the area effect fire things are higher level spells?"

Horst says, "Beam of radiant light, into that injured one; DEX dc13 save from it to avoid"

Horst rolls 1 8-sided die: 8 | 8

DM rolls 1 20-sided die: 6 | 6 - 2 = 4

DM says, "The injured one is no more"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "So now we know. Ochre jellies have negative DEX."

DM says, "You are down to three jellies"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "I think their init roll gave that away."

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "guys... I don't think we were ready to touch this jelly"

DM registers ochre jellies at init 1.

DM advances the initiative: Vraklul(21) Luthian(18) Shaborys(11) Quarion(9) Horst(8) OCHRE JELLIES(1)

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "We get out jollies from killing jellies."

DM says, "The first jelly attacks Vraklul with a pseudopod"

DM rolls 1 20-sided die: 14 | 14 + 4 = 18

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "It has advantage."

DM rolls 1 20-sided die: 1 | 1 + 4 = 5

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "But that's a hit regardless."

[slingergame] Horst exclaims, "but it might be a crit!"

DM rolls 2 6-sided dice: 1 5 | 6 + 2 = 8

DM says, "that 8 bludgeoning"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Oh, good. I was worried it was acid or something."

DM says, "The second jelly attacks Shaborys"

DM rolls 1 20-sided die: 15 | 15 + 4 = 19

Shaborys yup.

DM rolls 2 6-sided dice: 5 5 | 10 + 2 = 12

DM says, "ouch"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "Be brave, Shabby. You will survive."

DM says, "The third one attacks Luthian"

DM rolls 1 20-sided die: 16 | 16 + 4 = 20

DM says, "That hits."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "Badass jellies."

DM rolls 2 6-sided dice: 5 3 | 8 + 2 = 10

[Crows-Nest] Luthian says, "...Ow."

DM says, "Luthian, you take 10 damage"

DM advances the initiative: END OF ROUND

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "That one knows jelly karate."

DM advances the initiative: VRAKLUL(21) Luthian(18) Shaborys(11) Quarion(9) Horst(8) ochre jellies(1)

Vraklul exclaims, "Stop splitting apart!"

Vraklul hacks away again at the jelly that attacked him, with the same blade that just caused it to split apart six seconds ago, apparently expecting it to do something different this time for some reason. But at least not quite so recklessly this time.

Vraklul rolls 1 20-sided die: 14 | 14 + 5 = 19

Vraklul rolls 1 12-sided die: 3 | 3 + 5 = 8

Quarion says, "vrak! nooo"

DM says, "That hits and it splits"

Vraklul asks (of Quarion), "What...?"

Quarion asks, "What did I tell you, guys?"

DM says, "You are up to four jellies"

DM advances the initiative: Vraklul(21) LUTHIAN(18) Shaborys(11) Quarion(9) Horst(8) ochre jellies(1)

[Crows-Nest] Luthian says, "The DM can rhyme every time. o_o"

DM says, "But 2 are kind of small, so maybe that's not too bad after all"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys stays out of the way and cranks the machine on her turn. (Also going AFK briefly)

Luthian cranks the machine himself, having noted that slicing/stabbing the jellies only leads to more jellies...

DM says, "I think Shaborys said she'd crank because she needed to step AFK"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "Uncrank, Luthian."

[Crows-Nest] Luthian says, "Oh. Derp."

[Crows-Nest] Luthian asks, "So, attacking these things just leads to them splitting. What can I do?"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Well, the split ones are also smaller."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Maybe you have some other form of attack, or maybe you can use some skill or special feat"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "So perhaps if we keep splitting them, eventually they'll go away."

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "On the other hand, we haven't tried bludgeoning damage yet, just slashing and piercing."

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "And fire definitely works. Do you have oil? Maybe you could splash it on them and someone could light it."

[Crows-Nest] Luthian says, "I don't see any oil in my inventory sheet."

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "try kicking"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "And screaming."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Or maybe some items you got or something"

[Crows-Nest] Luthian is looking.

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys has oil.

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul asks, "Oh, you're back?"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "So Luthian can crank after all."

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Then you can use the oil."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Works for me"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Ok."

[Crows-Nest] DM asks, "Hm, I guess you make a ranged attack?"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion asks, "Shabby pours the oil and I light it?"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul asks, "In previous editions, I think you could throw a vial of oil, and if you hit, it would splash the surrounding area?"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Nah, she builds a molotov and lights it on her turn, using cunning action"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "(I haven't checked if there are any 5e-specific rules for it.)"

[Crows-Nest] DM says (to vraklul), "The page won't load"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says (to DM), "Ooh, even better."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Oh, okay, yeah, splash damage"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "but no molotov, apparently. But if she hits, if they take fire damage thereafter, they take additional fire damage"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "tl;dr Stabby, make a ranged attack"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Will do."

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys asks, "Advance, please?"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "If Luthian is just cranking."

DM advances the initiative: Vraklul(21) Luthian(18) SHABORYS(11) Quarion(9) Horst(8) ochre jellies(1)

Shaborys throws a flask of oil at the blobs.

[Crows-Nest] Luthian is cranking, yus.

Shaborys rolls 1 20-sided die: 7 | 7 + 3 = 10

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys asks, "Dex?"

DM says, "#crow Roll it like it were your shortbow, I guess"

Shaborys rolls 1 20-sided die: 17 | 17 + 5 = 22

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Let's keep that one ;)"

DM says, "Shaborys throws her oil, and it splashes and covers all four jellies in oil"

DM advances the initiative: Vraklul(21) Luthian(18) Shaborys(11) QUARION(9) Horst(8) ochre jellies(1)

(From DM) Quarion cranks

Quarion says, "hey"

Quarion raises his hand menacingly towards the quivering jellies. 'You... shall... burn!' He hurls a fistful of fire.

Quarion rolls 1 20-sided die: 18 | 18 + 4 = 22

Quarion rolls 1 10-sided die: 7 | 7

DM exclaims, "WHOOSH! All 4 jellies are set alight!"

Vraklul exclaims, "Nice work!"

DM says, "The two small ones look very, very weak, one big one is gone, and the other big one also looks kind of unwell"

DM advances the initiative: Vraklul(21) Luthian(18) Shaborys(11) Quarion(9) HORST(8) ochre jellies(1)

Quarion blows the smoke from his fingers. 'That's how I roll.'

Horst zaps the remaining big one.

DM says, "Roll it"

Horst says, "another dex13 save"

Horst rolls 1 8-sided die: 4 | 4

Horst says, "No you roll"

DM rolls 1 20-sided die: 7 | 7 - 2 = 5

DM says, "BZZT! He looks even weaker"

DM advances the initiative: Vraklul(21) Luthian(18) Shaborys(11) Quarion(9) Horst(8) OCHRE JELLIES(1)

DM rolls 1 20-sided die: 9 | 9 + 4 = 13

DM says, "it attacks Vraklul with that"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "It misses with that."

Vraklul easily dodges the extra-visible flaming jelly.

DM says, "Next up: Shaborys"

DM rolls 1 20-sided die: 17 | 17 + 4 = 21

DM says, "ouch"

DM rolls 2 6-sided dice: 3 3 | 6 + 2 = 8

DM says, "more ouch"

Shaborys oof.

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "I have five hit points."

DM asks, "How are we doing there, HP-wise?"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "That makes a total of 20 HP lost, Shab."

DM says, "Last one: Luthian"

DM rolls 1 20-sided die: 15 | 15 + 4 = 19

Luthian ows.

DM says, "thatb hits"

DM rolls 2 6-sided dice: 1 1 | 2 + 2 = 4

DM says, "You take 4 damage"

DM advances the initiative: END OF ROUND

DM advances the initiative: VRAKLUL(21) Luthian(18) Shaborys(11) Quarion(9) Horst(8) ochre jellies(1)

[Crows-Nest] Luthian is down to 16 HP. o_o

[Crows-Nest] Quarion has 18 HP.

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "I'm sorry, guys. But I'm going to do it."

Vraklul exclaims, "I SAID! STOP! SPLITTING!"

Vraklul takes yet another chop at the rapidly-dwindling jelly that insists on alternately attacking him and splitting.

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "I swear, I am not a violent elf, but I will throttle that Vrak if we get out of here alive."

Vraklul rolls 1 20-sided die: 19 | 19 + 5 = 24

Vraklul rolls 1 12-sided die: 6 | 6 + 5 = 11

DM says, "You hit. No effect."

DM advances the initiative: Vraklul(21) LUTHIAN(18) Shaborys(11) Quarion(9) Horst(8) ochre jellies(1)

Vraklul exclaims, "GUYS, I DON'T THINK THIS IS WORKING!"

Quarion exclaims, "NO SHIT!"

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "oh, you're wielding Slimesplitter -- there's your problem"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "ha ha"

DM says (to luthian), "YOu think the small ones could be ended with a well placed kick"

DM says, "Basically, a DEX save against their AC"

Luthian does so! Boot-to-the-headplace.

DM says, "roll it"

[Crows-Nest] Luthian asks, "1d20+dexmod?"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Yes"

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "so modex"

Luthian rolls 1 20-sided die: 20 | 20 + 3 = 23

DM says, "SPLAT"

[slingergame] Vraklul exclaims, "Critical boot!"

[Crows-Nest] inky says, "critical facekick"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "It is a faceless blob"

DM advances the initiative: Vraklul(21) Luthian(18) SHABORYS(11) Quarion(9) Horst(8) ochre jellies(1)

[Crows-Nest] inky says, "sure, it is *now*"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says (to DM), "That just makes it all the more impressive."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "ha ha"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "ha ha more"

[Crows-Nest] Luthian, Destroyer of Blobfaces.

DM says (to SHABORYS), "There is another small one you could end with a kick"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys asks, "Should I just take a potion, or do we think we're going to get out of this soon?"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "5 HP"

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "Hang in there"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Ok"

Shaborys kicks a smol blobber.

Shaborys rolls 1 20-sided die: 10 | 10 + 3 = 13

DM says, "SPLAT"

DM advances the initiative: Vraklul(21) Luthian(18) Shaborys(11) QUARION(9) Horst(8) ochre jellies(1)

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "It goes straight to Blob Heaven."

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul asks, "Bleaven?"

DM says, "There is but one near death blob remaining"

[Crows-Nest] (from Quarion) The last blob pleads, 'Spare me! My name is Bob.'

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul exclaims, "He has a job!"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "It is to rob."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "hahaha"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Be it coach or shop"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "That doesn't rhyme!"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "They were a mob. Kicked in the gob. It is to sob."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "hee"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says (to Quarion), "Psst. It's your turn."

[Crows-Nest] DM exclaims, "Yeah, stop laughing and start killing!"

Quarion readies himself. 'Last of the Jellicans, here I come to slay thee!'

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "less lol more rol"

Quarion hurls one last handful of dire fire!

Quarion rolls 1 20-sided die: 12 | 12 + 4 = 16

Quarion rolls 1 10-sided die: 6 | 6

DM says, "SPLAT"

DM exclaims, "You are victorious!"

Shaborys muffles a woo through her mask.

Vraklul exclaims, "Kicking! Kicking them works!"

Shaborys says, "Also: halp."

DM says, "As you stand in that damb tunnel, you all feel kind of weird. Is there something wrong with your masks? Something is definetely happening. And it seems to happen to everyone of you."

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "noooooooooo"

Vraklul grabs the crank and starts turning!

DM says, "YOu suddenly feel ... different ... changing ... something odd is going on ... and as you look at each other you realize the horrible truth..."

DM says, "You have all contracted something ... at the same time ... you all have a case of ..."

DM exclaims, "LEVEL 4!"

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Yay"

[Crows-Nest] Luthian <3

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says, "wooohoo"

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "omg"

[slingergame] Vraklul exclaims, "Woohoo!"

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "I thought that was going to be a cliffhanger but no"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Me too."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion says (to DM), "You had me fooled."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "hee hee"

Shaborys needs healing, regardless.

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "ooh, the first ability score bump level"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Hello 18 STR."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "I hope you had fun."

[Crows-Nest] Shaborys says, "Ja"

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "sorry this session was a bit uncombative."

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "I did."

[Crows-Nest] Quarion exclaims, "Now I have a sheet to make!"

[Crows-Nest] Horst says, "less combative but somehow more bellicose"

[Crows-Nest] Vraklul says, "Time to search the jelly's pockets for gold coins and magic rings."

[Crows-Nest] DM says, "Snrk"

[slingergame] DM says, "So I can't quite believe a wizard can prepare a spell and then cast it as often he as likes on that day. That seems OP."

[slingergame] Horst says, "Yeah that doesn't work like that"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "I think he has a fixed number of slots per level that he can cast, and a fixed number of spells per level that he can prepare."

[slingergame] Quarion says (to Vraklul), "Exact."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "But I think that he can use as many of his slots for that level as he wants on any given spell that he happened to have prepared."

[slingergame] Quarion says, "Also exact. Someone give Vrak a star."

[slingergame] Luthian totally forgot his plan for leveling. Not sure what to pick. XD

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "So if you prepared three different level 1 spells and have four level 1 spell slots for casting, you could cast one of those spells once and another one three times and the third one not at all, if you wanted."

[slingergame] DM says, "Aha, I think I get it now"

[slingergame] Horst says, "What I've done is marked the spells I almost-always have prepared on my character sheet and then don't worry about it"

[slingergame] Horst says, "But I have fewer spells to choose from"

[slingergame] DM says, "heh"

[slingergame] DM says, "Yeah, I trust y'all can take of this levelling up stuff by now because I sure as hell can't"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "This level is relatively simple: pick an ability score. Raise it by 2. And then adjust any other numbers that were based on that score."

[slingergame] Quarion asks, "Is that true for wizards?"

[slingergame] DM says, "Yep"

[slingergame] Horst says, "That can be complex. If you raise con you get the retroactive level hitpoints"

[slingergame] DM says, "But you maybe gain some spell slots and such"

[slingergame] Vraklul shrugs. "What do I know about magic? I just hit things."

[slingergame] Luthian asks, "Is there any sense in raising dex beyond 17?"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "And annoy Quarion."

[slingergame] Quarion says, "hah"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Can someone heal me before we level up? :'( Still down 20 points."

[slingergame] Vraklul says (to Luthian), "Sure. Your dex bonus at 17 is +3, but at 19 it'd be +4."

[slingergame] DM says (to Quarion), "You learn a new Cantrip and a new lvl 2 spell"

[slingergame] Vraklul says (to Shaborys), "I would be happy to, but..."

[slingergame] Quarion says (to DM), "Aw, thanks."

[slingergame] Luthian says, "Oh, neat. Yeah, definitely liking the +4 dex bonus."

[slingergame] DM says, "No wait, that's spell *slots*"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "yeah, I threw a point into DEX to hit 18"

[slingergame] Horst says, "Yeah I'll heal y'all when we get back into it"

[slingergame] DM says, "No, you learn a cantrip and get a lvl 2 spell slot"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "Ok, thanks <3"

[slingergame] Quarion says (to DM), "okay"

[slingergame] DM says, "You learn two new spells of a level you have slots for"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "So level 1."

[slingergame] DM says, "or two"

[slingergame] Quarion asks, "Is that on top of the extra Lvl 2 spell?"

[slingergame] DM says, "That is an extra lvl 2 spell *slot*"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "oh right"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "silly me"

[slingergame] DM says, "it's confusing"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "we'll get the hang of it :)"

[slingergame] DM says, "Remember that changing DEX also improves attack rolls"

[slingergame] DM says, "But maybe OrcPUb does that automatically"

[slingergame] Horst says, "and AC. And Initiative. And a bunch of skills."

[slingergame] Horst exclaims, "maybe!"

[slingergame] DM asks, "It improves AC?"

[slingergame] Luthian says, "Orcpub does it automatically, but they only allow SRD info."

[slingergame] Vraklul says (to DM), "Depending on your armor."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "(Although I guess that's true for anything Dex-based.)"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "I'm thinking that I should add 2 to my INT or my CHAR. Both would profit by this."

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "As a wizard, what do you use your CHA for mainly?"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "Nothing."

[slingergame] Quarion asks, "Whereas INT improves my spellcasting, I think?"

[slingergame] DM says, "You already have a girlfriend (sort of), so I'd go with INT"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "Yeah."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "I had considered increasing my CON, but then I realized that I kinda have an adequate number of hit points already."

DM..Vraklul So, STR?

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Yup."

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "I have decided to be better at A) hitting things and B) hurting things that I have hit."

[slingergame] DM says, "Seems reasonable for a barbarian"

[slingergame] Vraklul says, "Yeah, I'm playing to my core competencies."

[slingergame] Luthian uploads sheet. <3

[slingergame] DM asks, "Okay, so I think we're all up for next week?"

[slingergame] Vraklul's updated sheet is in the usual place as well.

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "Yup. And then Dec 3 (Sunday) for the weekend after that?"

[slingergame] Quarion says, "Dec 3 works for me."

[slingergame] DM says, "Yep, should work."

[slingergame] Vraklul asks, "How does the rest of December look? Does anyone have any conflicts on the other Saturdays (9th, 16th, 23rd, 30th)?"

[slingergame] Shaborys says, "December is good for me."

[slingergame] Quarion says, "I leave on the 28th of Nov for a conference on quantum technology and return home on the 2nd of Dec."

[slingergame] Luthian says, "I'm a stay-at-home live-in geek. No conflicts here, as far as I can tell. :)"

[slingergame] Vraklul asks (of Quarion), "So you should be good for Nov 25 and Dec 3?"

[slingergame] Quarion says (to Vraklul), "yep"

[slingergame] Vraklul updates the wiki. [LINK]

[slingergame] Quarion says, "I might have something on the 9th, but normally it should be finished in time for me to rush back home and jump into the MUD."