[IC] Temple of Dorgan

[Linwelin]

"Oh, well ok." Kin says simply. "As long as we can get back. I'd hate to stuck in this hellish hole in the world longer than necessary." He pauses, then throws his arms in the air, "Hell, it's already longer than necessary!"

Kin then starts getting ready to shove the worm corpses over the ledge so they could get going already. I REALLY don't like this room...and now it's going to smell even WORSE! Gods, I hope we don't have to come back this way...

[Neko]

Sophie stood with the others, mentally preparing herself for the task of running across dead bodies. Just the idea of it gave her the chills, and she couldn't bring herself to drag the dwarven corpses around like the others had. Mimic rubbed his head against Sophie's, sensing her distress.

[Linwelin]

Seeing that everyone was as prepared as they ever would be, Kin grunts, "Let's get this over with..." And begins pushing the bodies into the magma. As soon as the mound was in, he darted across them, being careful as the LAST thing he wanted to do was fall. At least the others would have a chance, I'd literally be in over my head down there!

Spoiler

Dex - 1 for balance due to medium load?

Balance:  1d20+3 : 9 + 3, total 12

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[Eireleen]

Branwen tiptoed across the sea of corpses with an unearthly grace. The smell of burning death meant nothing to her. Corpses were just objects to her. She walked across them just as easily as she would walk across stepping stones in a lake, without care for the fact that the things they had pushed into the boiling magma had once been living beings. They had tried, and they had failed - their remnants would pave the way for those more fortunate. That was the way of the world.

Spoiler

Balance:

Rolled 1d20+4 : 16 + 4, total 20

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[Neko]

Sophie watched as the other two began to cross, a bead of sweat running down her forehead. Despite her feelings about trampling over the dead, she certainly didn't want to get left behind, nor did she want to wait around next to the magma. "Please hurry up, it's hot." Mimic whined. "Sorry..." Sophie mumbled aloud. Mimic flew across, as if urging her to move forward. With a big gulp, Sophie quickly followed after the other two.

Spoiler

Balance:

Rolled 1d20+3 : 19 + 3, total 22

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[Manzokushi]

There was a sense of fear and foreboding about the whole trek across melting bodies in magma. Though there was feeling of exhilaration and life in all this as well. Jorn knew deep down he was a bit different from those of this world. Even his fellow moon elves often found his sense of happiness and joy confusing at times. Jorn lived for the moment no matter what that moment maybe. With a crazed smile on his face, the elf bounded across the bodies feeling life for all that it was in those moments.

Spoiler

Balance Check 1d20+4 : 16 + 4, total 20

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[Throndir]

As the bodies were unceremoniously dumped into the glowing hot lava, they immediately began to sink as the fires leapt up to bite and burn their flesh. A putrid smell covered the entire hallway, it smelled strongly of burnt dwarf, and it wasn't a smell that would so easily removed or forgotten. Soon enough however, a makeshift bridge was made; it wasn't stable, nor would it last, but at least it was something to help the group make their way across. Before the volatile bridge was swept away in the stream of lava, the group balanced their way across making it to the other side. Kin lead the way, and though he had some trouble at first, he managed to avoid dropping into the hot lava, setting the example for the others who would soon follow. Which, everyone did well.

As Jornathel, always the one to take the rear of the group stepped on solid ground, the bridge of dead dwarves and worms collapsed. Slowly at first, but eventually segments of the pile had been streamed or eaten away. The corpses were torn apart by the uneven amounts of burning and cooking done to their bodies. It would have been a gruesome sight, though most of the flesh were indeed burned dark and black that not a few minutes later the bodies, or what was left of them, became part of the very lava they had just balanced across.

In front of the group was another closed door. Like the other doors in the temple, it was made out of stone.

[Eireleen]

Branwen wasted no time. Signaling for the others to remain quiet, she stepped forward to the door, checking its temperature. Slowly, but surely, she pushed it open silently in order to get a glimpse of what was inside, not opening the door all the way, but just enough to slip through if she needed to. Any sentient opponent on the other side would likely not be expecting intruders over the magma flow - with any luck, they could take advantage of that surprise.

Spoiler

Taking 10 to open door silently: 17

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[Throndir]

You watch in anticipation as Branwen moves towards the stone door, pushing it lightly to avoid any loud noises.

[Linwelin]

Kin is panting from the heat and weight of his gear, and obviously growing impatient from the pace they were moving. He starts muttering, "Come on, come on, come on! I'm boiling where I stand over here! Just open the damned door, we'll kill anything that gives us trouble. It's what we're here for" He starts fanning himself, though still has enough energy to tap his foot impatiently. And talk, definitely enough energy to talk.

[Eireleen]

Branwen immediately moved her hand back over the halfling's mouth, stifling whatever asinine noises he might have attempted to make. She slowly stepped back from the door, whispering to the others. "Some kind of dwarf. Looks like a fire elemental." She says quietly, looking back to the half-opened door. "It hasn't detected us. We can launch a surprise attack." She was thankful to finally run into something besides worms. A beast that didn't rely on eyes or ears was difficult for her to get around. But it seems that this one's ears had failed it.

[Neko]

Sophie was quiet as Bran opened the door. She was too busy trying to steady her breathe anyway, after running over the magma. She couldn't quite grasp how the others around her could do such things so easily, and seemed to hardly have any sort of reaction. But then, Kin's complaint of the heat reminded Sophie that they too had feelings...she simply worried more than the rest of them. "You're sure being quieter than usual today." Mimic remarked. Sophie smiled slightly. "Yeah...I guess it's hard to say a lot when I'm freaked out. Not knowing what's behind any of these doors is scary!" And, just as she said that, Bran made mention of the dwarf.

[Manzokushi]

The heat had started to create a headache that Jorn was none too thrilled about. It started at the sides and crept around towards the eyes. Oh this damn heat was too much. He tried to imagine bathing beneath one of the great waterfalls with the Glade, but that only increased his irritation with the whole event. When he spoke it was without candor this time, his eyes had shifted from excitement to malice. ?Let us be about this business and be done with the problem. If you must skulk in than do so, we shall follow pointedly. You favor stealth Branwen use it as you see fit, or would you prefer we enter first as a distraction??

Inside he felt it, ages old hate that was buried into the very embodiment of who he was. Though the children of the moon were blessed and had risen above their captivity, in times of weakness and stress such as these the darkness attempted to sink its ungodly fangs into the young. He never heard the song of their dark mother, but it was said long ago she attempted to call her lost children home. This was the price of leaving the village of leaving the protection of his family.

[Eireleen]

"It is close enough to the door that a surprise charge will work, I believe. The target is about 20 feet in, to the left." Branwen states. "If we all enter in unison, we can likely surround it before it realizes that it is under attack." She didn't think that she could kill it by herself if she entered alone, however stealthy. But the element of surprise gave them a strong advantage. If they were lucky, they may be able to end the fight before it acts. "If all are willing, I propose we charge on the count of three..."

[Linwelin]

"Armmph mrf dr ert...drm ert arr!" (Alright let's do it...damn it all!) Kin sighs, then backs up so Branwen's hand no longer covers his mouth. However, he's too tired to bother saying it again, simply taking a stance to charge as soon as the door is open. Everyone here knows that I should be in front, after all. He draws his sword once more, preparing to sweep it across yet another enemy. He defaulted to the words he had said but moments ago, "Let's get this over with...I swear, that will be our group's mantra until we leave this hellish place."