[IC] Temple of Dorgan

[Throndir]

The healing spell felt cooling, all of the wounds on the halfling's hands vanished, and at least just for that moment he felt no heat or any encumbering effects of the temperature inside the temple.

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Round x in progress - Still to move: Anyone

Damage Dealt

Spells/Abilities/Potions used since the day:
Kin Sheel

Branwen
Resistance (Level 0)
Acid Splash (Level 0)

Sophie Cain
Bless (Level 1)
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)

Jornathal Mithraiian
Magic Missile (Level 1)

Party HP
Kin Sheel: 11/11, bless (5 rounds),
Branwen: 9/9, bless (5 rounds), resistance (5 rounds),
Sophie Cain: 5/5, bless (5 rounds),
Jornathal Mithraiian: 9/9, bless (5 rounds),

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[Linwelin]

"I have never met a kinder, nor more lovable soul than you, Bran." Kin states sarcastically. "Not only eloquent in speech, but you know just how to tempt a man!" At this point he cuts the sarcasm. "We all know you'll have me do the work anyways once you DO find something, so I may as well barrel through the door."

Upon getting healed by Sophie, "Finally someone who's actually concerned! I even felt cool for a moment! Perfect!"

[Eireleen]

"Wonderful." She replied, her voice practically dripping contempt. The girl did everything she could to hold back the twitching of her 'oh-so-lovable' eyebrows, but to no avail. She takes a single step backwards from Kin and from the door. If he was going to do this the brutish way, she preferred to be far outside the radius of his ridiculously large sword before he began his movements. "Please get it over with before we all roast alive."

[Manzokushi]

The sounds of combat came and went as quickly as it had begun. Once Sohpie and and I arrived it appeared to already be over. Kin stood over yet another worm victim that had fallen to his blade, though the beast had been wounded prior to their encounter, based on the older wounds upon the corpse. He lowered his voice down to a whisper, ?It may be prudent to allow Branwen, to investigate the room before our entry. A good surprise could be of great use here, especially if a trap waits on the other side.? But as his words were whispered, Kin cut in with his brutish ways. He paid no mind to the elf, perhaps it was the fact that he whispered. But instead he chose the hard path and left no room for negotiations. Jorn simply shook his head and stepped back, this halfling was going to be the death of them all.

His left hand began to move through a series of gestures, and he whispered a soft arcane phrase.

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I am casting Mage Armor on myself. Duration 1 hour, +4 to AC

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The heat was nearly unbearable; Jorn took a swig from his water that was certainly warm by now.
 

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Fortitude Save: Rolled 1d20+1 : 11 + 1, total 12

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[Linwelin]

Kin charges the door, but suddenly, to everyone's surprise, stops short and examines it. Hmm...I wonder. Kin decides to knock on the door and wait for a moment, as though expecting an answer. After awhile of just standing there. Nope, nothing.

With that strange act over, Kin then tries opening the door normally, knowing stone can't exactly be kicked in. "You know, I don't know why you backed away like that. It's like you expected me to cut down a stone door or something!" He pauses at that thought, then turns quickly in disbelief. "You didn't actually think that, did you? I'm not a fool you know, just like a good fight."

He looks at them all incredulously, then shakes his head and turns back to the door. "Now how in the world do you open this thing!?" He says tries to locate a handle or lever for the door. He even tries pushing it open, taking breaks so he doesn't burn himself on the stone...hothothothotHotHotHotHOT! OW!

[Eireleen]

"..."

Honestly, even from the halfling, Branwen expected better. "Step aside. The comedy relief segment is over." She rudely pushed Kin aside, standing before the door. "I cannot believe that an adventurer would enter a dungeon armed with no less than three blades, potions, torches, flint, food and water, and yet forget something so simple as gloves."

She doubted whether there was even any point in stealth after they had argued for so long outside the door. But there was never any harm in caution. Her gloves were solid felt, more than enough to protect her hands from momentary exposure to heat. "Please try to restrain your voice for five seconds while I try to not get us all killed." She silently pushed the door open, not fully, but just enough to slip through, and get an idea of the level of lighting on the other side.

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Taking 10 on Open Silently: 17

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[Linwelin]

Kin stumbled aside, grunting then grinning sheepishly, Well at least she recognized the comedy? "Of course, it's a push door...well, we halflings have never been too good at those anyways." He says flippantly, ignoring the request for silence for the most part; he decided to at least not yell it, but it was still slightly above a whisper. "Oh, and this," he pulls out his dagger, which is for smaller beings, "and I think you'll agree, hardly counts as a blade."

After Branwen puts her head through, peeking in, Kin begins tapping his foot expectantly. Weeeeeeell?

[Throndir]

As the door opened carefully and silently, one of the worm creatures attacked and pounded against the door. The weight of the creature was enough to quickly close it again. With how near the creature was, from beyond the now closed door you can hear the earthy rumblings it was making. The sounds were quick and loud as if the creature was angry or perhaps frigthetened.

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Stats:

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Round x in progress - Still to move: Anyone

Damage Dealt

Spells/Abilities/Potions used since the day:
Kin Sheel

Branwen
Resistance (Level 0)
Acid Splash (Level 0)

Sophie Cain
Bless (Level 1)
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)

Jornathal Mithraiian
Magic Missile (Level 1)

Party HP
Kin Sheel: 11/11, bless (4 rounds),
Branwen: 9/9, bless (4 rounds), resistance (4 rounds),
Sophie Cain: 5/5, bless (4 rounds),
Jornathal Mithraiian: 9/9, bless (4 rounds),

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Map:

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[Eireleen]

"Thrice-damned worms..." Branwen cursed under her breath, stumbling backwards from the force of the worm's pounding. She stepped back a bit, watching as it simply beat its head against the door. "...Perhaps it we stand here long enough, it will simply scatter its brains across the stone." She suggested, taking a few steps down and letting Kin get back in front, if he wished.

"The room does not lead to any other. It is a dead end." She told her allies, "The worm is trapped within, along with an unopened chest. I would imagine anything within it that would have been of use has long since melted." She said pessimistically, "If we simply walk away, it is very likely that we will never see this worm again for the rest of our lives."

[Neko]

Sophie waited patiently as Bran made an attempt to see what was beyond the door. She was startled when the door slammed shut, causing the small maid to let out a gasp. Although it was hard for Sophie to pass up something like a chest, she felt Bran was right about just moving on. "I think we should just skip this room..." Sophie suggested. "We need to be quick, especially with how fast things seem to be heating up." She explained. Only moments ago she had to heal Kin's burnt hands, and it was likely things would only get worse from here. Mimic nodded and flapped his wings in agreement. "Oh, flap your wings more Mimic!" Sophie told him, the momentary breeze his wings caused had felt nice.

[Linwelin]

"Personally, I'm tired of getting burned, and the pay for this job is good, so let's just deal with trouble that we HAVE to face. That's right, Bran, I'm agreeing with you." Kin states as he turns and around, walking back to the first room. "There were plenty of doors in the last room, and, like I had originally suggested, I think we should check those out, huh?" Kin says with a little frustration in his voice. Those are easier to kick in anyways; giant, hot stone doors have never been a favorite of mine.

[Eireleen]

"For a moment, I almost thought I was dreaming." She replied to Kin, in the same deadbeat tone. Of course, she didn't actually have dreams anymore. Dreams come from the soul. But regardless, Branwen was just as fed up with worms as her companions, in fact likely even more so. She continued on with the others, approaching the northwest door of the room. Slowly, she pushed it open to try and get a peek inside.

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Taking 10 on Open Door Silently: 17

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[Throndir]

You watch in silence as Branwen slowly opens the door, careful of not making any sounds as she did so. In a few more moments she had the door opened just enough for her to peek through. A blast of warm air came form the opened door.

[Eireleen]

Branwen flinched, drawing back as the loud hot air assailed her. For a moment, she couldn't breathe, but it subsided quickly. "...Well, so much for a quiet entrance..." She noted sourly, peering inside.

The air from the room carried with it the stench of a dead dwarf, rotting and cooked just like the others. "...I don't see anyone inside..." She said, taking a cautious step in. The reason for the extreme heat became apparent soon after she did.

"...A magma flow." She said, viewing it from a safe distance, or at least as safe of a distance as there was from molten hot magma. "...Before we chance jumping over something like this, we should check the other doors to see if there's a safer way around."

[Linwelin]

"God's be damned, more heat!? Yes, yes, why don't we try door number 2 this time?" Kin quickly withdrew this time, obviously annoyed that they couldn't find a decent room with anything truly interesting. All it is is worms and fire, worms and fire, and then MORE WORMS! Give me something more fun!

He waits by the next door, tapping his foot, but then spies the two chests from before. Ooo, there's something entertaining! He walks over and examines them, finding them both locked.

Kin mutters silently to himself, "Well, time to use something I'm a huge fan of...FORCE." The word "force" was audible to the rest of them, though whether or not it concerned them was of no concern to Kin.

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Attack on first chest:  1d20+4 : 6 + 4, total 10

Damage:  3d6+4 : 1, 4, 5 + 4, total 14

If first succeeded (if not, this goes as a retry for the first):

Attack on second chest:  1d20+4 : 10 + 4, total 14

Damage 3d6+4 : 6, 4, 3 + 4, total 17

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