It was not that long a trek. The sun was just starting to let its full presence be known as they got to the building.

The building held its history in its old bones, standing as a sizable building, it's modest outer body made more majestic by the light that fell upon it. Parts of its outside showed neglect from all the years left behind, one or two of the pillars hung on empty space or fell short of reaching the overhanging roof. Other parts show the rebuild effort, mainly patch jobs to seal up a hole or two of the walls.
The most ornate appearing detail to the monastery was the dome of glass on top, itself topped with another much smaller and steeper angled mini-dome.

Jagga uses the silence to remind the group what little he knew. "There wasn't too much about Azuah al-Jawwaf that I knew. He was retired, and wanted to be alone, left to his research unless an actual magical matter occurs. He had some means of communication with the court for when that happens. I'm just sorry I didn't know about your plight, Abrisham. Had I known, I could have given a hand." The last bit was focused on the learning mage, who has a look of distant embarrassment for how she approached the distant man.

Sai didn't like being the quiet one of the lot, so he threw what he could into the conversation. "No one can really recall the entity worshiped in that old place, the accounts of the entity and their purview are inconsistent. In fact, I'm not sure I've heard of any assistants around since the reusing of the monastery, so I don't know how this place got these repairs made. Contractors? Magic? I have no idea. But I warn you all, I have heard of some of his research spilling out of this place. So beware magic energies, bizarre beasties and whatever else these old magic user gets up to."

Looking around and seeing the uncertainty on one or two like Zand and Abrisham, he asks everyone there. "Anyone else want to ponder out loud or give a suggestion before we try finding him in there?"

"No, I don't think so... let's go on in!" says Syrio.

With a shrug, Sai pressed a hand to the big double doors, then stopped in place. Unsatisfied, he tried again with more vigor, then both hands until he almost slipped from digging into the sands.

With a hand on his shoulder, Jagga said "Gently move aside Sai. I got this." Only to find himself repeating the same motions with some difficulty.


After realising that Nimol and Sannang would be needed to open the door, the matter was quickly resolved with a splintering and a boom as the doors hit the sides. It was latched with a sizable block of wood.

Inside, it was a simple large hall space, with supporting pillars on both sides, a statue at the other end and numerous boxes of varying sizes from 10ft to hand size littering the space.

(So it was locked/barred/whatever from the inside, until we busted the doors in?)

Correct.

Seeing the pieces of wood that would have barred the door. The lock was used from within the building. The space had a fair amount of dust and thin measure of sand, causing a slight clouded appearance to the floor of this hall space.

"So maybe there's another way in and out of here that someone used... but there was certainly someone in here when that door was locked up... Someone didn't want anyone coming in here. All right, I think we were right to come here. Let's see what we can learn."

We all examine, in this order:

--The room itself. Are we sure we're alone in here? (Look at the ceiling, too.)

--The exits. How many exits from this room besides the one we just made? (Is anyone or anything watching us from a doorway or anywhere else?)

--The ground. (Any tracks in the dirt? Keep in mind that Nimol has the Hunt and Track move.)

--The boxes.

--The statue.

The room
Large and available to fulfill numerous functions. It's main purpose was likely to hold assembly for all involved on day to day duties and announcements. Some scaffolding still appears to be present, allowing one to go some 15 feet above the ground towards holes that are patched up from the neglect.

The exits
There were two exits that could be seen from this room besides the main entrance. On either side of the room and symmetric to each other.

The ground
The dust was quite prevalent throughout the hall, among all the still ground there were two main tracks of distinguished form. One of the two seemed human shape, though a little off, maybe it was the toes? The other was a much larger footprint that while vaguely foot shaped, but considerably larger and shorter then typical of a humanoid footprint.
Besides those two, there were quite a few prints that were all over the place, no real pattern, though four legged and small, impishly so.
Feel free to use Follow Track of Nimol's to follow suit of either of the main biped footprints.

The boxes
Worn from time, the insides of some of the boxes can be seen. The contents consist of both building materials and tools for using those materials. Some looked like they would hold more, like rugs and tables or other fine looking furnishings, while others were completely sealed, left unused.

The statue
At the other side of the room, is a more humble material statue, one of nice but not ornate stone. The figure is fairly androgynous in shape, likely humanoid or elven with only so many features seen from the robes they wear.
Their main support is a staff held in one hand to ease their journey and a book held to their side by the other.
Feel free to roll Spout Lore if you want to see if one of the trio knows this statue.

An odd little impish cackling can be heard within the room, though a specific location is hard to find. Was it just the one or several? In any case, they hadn't made a move just yet.

20:38, Today: Story Weaver, on behalf of Ravnar, rolled 12 using 2d6+2 ((5,5)).
Ravnar could feel the sensation of something malicious watching him from near the door on the right. He noticed this from a subtle, differing shift in the dust that was more heard then seen. An entity that was invisible and made of the winds. It seemed to be waiting for the moment to strike, skulking the party to wait for a straggler.

So does one of the main set of prints head to one exit, and one the other way...?

And... I take it that the first two are wearing footwear?

But... what do the 4-leggeds look like? Paws? Little cloven hooves like baby goats? Monkey paws? What?





Yes, Syrio will Spout Lore, please... AFTER we deal with what the hell Ravnar's noticed, below... (The other two are much wiser than he is, but he actually has a slight edge on smarts (but not enough that he gets a bonus for it... but at least it's not a penalty.)





Ravnar quietly but quickly alerts everyone to what he's noticing near the door on the right, and warns them to be ready to attack at any time-- and possibly from any direction, not just the right...

The "normal" human footprints are moving from the "east" side of the building towards the "west". The larger and more incomprehensible footprints moved from the "east" to the "west" side. A patrol maybe? Only following the tracks could conclude the reasoning.

The 4 legged sort, look more monkey like, the front set being more defined for using with tools, though fairly thin. Maybe an impish creature of sorts?

The group nods, but there is some concern with slowly retreating back to the group. They start slowly moving back, unsure of the angle of the problems to come while Nimol looks at the tracks and concludes their origin.

"Ugggghhhh. This is unacceptable. Abrisham? You have any ideas to help deal with whatever's watching us over to the right?" Syrio whispers to her.

She has a look of poor contemplation as she gets closer, taking a step or two closer to whisper.
"Its invisibility is hard to overcome, we would need a way to see it better. On harming it, if it is not just invisible but less substantial like I suspect, then the means of harming it are less. It will just flow around mundane tools that slice, stab or crush, so our best bet is magic or a means of attacking its entire form. A sail? No, that's just dumb."
She looks around, wondering about the crate contents. "I might be able to find something to strike it with spell wise, but keeping its location known will be hard. Please Syrio, we need caution right now."

"Say, what if I cast Cause Fear on it?" Ravnar whispers. "Anyone think that could work? Or do you think... ah, but I have to be able to see the target..."


Cause Fear
Level 1 Ongoing

Choose a target you can see and a nearby object. The target is afraid of the object so long as you maintain the spell. Their reaction is up to them: flee, panic, beg, fight. While this spell is ongoing you take -1 to cast a spell. You cannot target entities with less than animal intelligence (magical constructs, undead, automatons, and the like).


"Abrisham... can you just make it visible...? Then I could cast Cause Fear on it...?"

"Wait fear? Oh you're a Cleric of Kali right? I guess fear makes sense. I think I can improvise something to stick to it." When she says that people can see her trying to be subtle about looking into her cloak and searching for an item or two for her idea.
"It might not last forever, so let's hope we can make the most of it."

With that, she gives a count of three before she throws a thin bag by a string.
GM gets some dice
And it hits, as the bag breaks on impact, the green powder is whipped around like the dust, but it clings to the figure. Its form is very undefined, sometimes more humanoid, sometimes more feral, ever shifting like it was made of wind, but it wears the malice it holds in a very apparent manner.

Because of one dice roll, another is made.
Abrisham is so happy to find another way to help, but in her glee, she didn't notice a hole in a box next to her, or rather something from within. Whatever it is, a sparkling cloud of dust bursts towards her face, she stumbles back a little in surprise and gently lies onto the floor. As this occurs another giggle happens, this one from within the box.

Feel free to roll your Cast a Spell move, tell me the choice you make if it is a 7 and what object is the focal point for the Fear Effect

14:34, Today: Ravnar rolled 7 using 2d6 ((1,6)), plus 2 for WIS bonus = 9.

Ravnar casts Cause Fear so that the airy, windy being will be afraid of Ravnar's robe he's wearing... he's not about to lose THAT very soon, one hopes...

"Jagga! We're working on what this air being is going to do next!" says Ravnar, standing at the ready with his staff. "But there's some sort of troublemakers in that box next to Abrisham-- they used some sort of dust that's knocked her out! Deal with them-- as harshly as you want! Zand! Try to wake Abrisham-- but not until Jagga's made it safe to try!"

With the spell in effect, this gusty monster wasn't going to come any closer, at least to Ravnar while draped in the very thing it feared.

Jagga heeded the word of one higher in his order then himself, and was moving closer to the place that affected the minor mage. When he thought he might be close enough, he had out a short spear and a fruit.
He threw the fruit, which was hit with a new cloud and in that moment he stepped in range and stabbed into the hole.
Dice roll
A high pitch groan went out and he moved out of the line of sight with the hole. But something went wrong and a vase rocked and landed on Jaggas head with a shattering of craftsmanship. Above him was a small, thin, impish creature like collected dust standing on top of a crate overlooking the scene. It had a grin of the mischievous and flung its arm to send a ball of dust his way.

Dice roll for this
Which meant nothing to the warrior, either through pain or just sheer grit. It didn't work. The imp tried to push a vase over, but the Kali worshipper proceeded to grab and slam the creature into the box. A tiny groan happened as he proceeded to get a dagger for the small foe.

Dice again, nice ones now.
Without much difficulty he ended the creatures life by making it spill its dust and break apart into grains.
"Look out, there are more of these things. They might be mephits, dust maybe?" Was what he was able to warn them about.

Zand had his sword, and was waiting for a moment to aid Abrisham. But hearing the warning of an elder, he looked around to see other possible assailants.
While looking around, he got hit in the face with his own dust cloud from near his feet.

Dice for Zand
He waved at his face, struggling with his eyes and not seeing clearly, tried to swipe down at the source only to have his sword glance off the ground. "Damn these little cretins to a terrible misery. He spat out in frustration as a cackle is slightly heard.

"Okay! Ravnar, Nimol and Sannang, we're attacking that thing while it's still visible! Jagga, you guard Abrisham, don't let anything happen to 'er! Everyone else, get that little imp (or whatever) at Zand's feet!"


(DICE ARE ROLLED

Syrio attacks Big Windy and totally misses (XP!)

Nimol attacks Big Windy and gets an 8 (with his +2 bonus). <Orange>You have to take several shots, reducing your ammo by one.

Ravnar attacks Big Windy and gets an 8 (with his +1 bonus)

Nimol rolls damage to Big Windy: 8 (+ Sannang's help)

Ravnar rolls damage to Big Windy: 1

...So wait, I'm not used to figuring out damage for PCs. If you have a high STR or DEX do you also add your bonus to damage done...?)
This message was last edited by the player at 17:49, Thu 16 Aug 2018.

I believe you don't add modifiers to damage by default, so I don't think the stats affect it. It's up to the class/monster damage die, from there special items or abilities from what I read.

Ravnar takes damage

Syrio takes damage


Nimol spends a few careful number of arrows to cause damage to their enemy, though the presence of Sannang gives Nimol the opportunity to shoot with a height advantage to make up.

Ravnar feels his weapon pass in an area around the invisible foe, as the natural currents of air that make its form overpowers his glancing blow. In return the cleric takes violence back from the monster. Ravnar suffers 8 damage

Syrio tries for a daring swing and the momentum of the missed blow pulls him into the space of the wind monster. He can feel his breathe leave his lungs violently enough to harm him on the inside. Syrio takes 9 points of damage

Zand Dice
Forgoing his state, Zand focused on applying some harm onto the creatures around him and take some out of the picture for Abrisham's safety. So he swung away at one of the creatures and it took the brunt of the strike. In return he got some damage as it got it's claws to his skin.

Jagga Dice

Jagga focused on trying to end the creatures while keeping himself safe, he got lucky and managed to be around a corner after his strike to keep himself safe from post-humorous blast of dust.

Sai Dice

Sai had to keep his distance, he had more experience in scuffles with people then these little impish annoyances, and he had concern for that dust impairing him. He glances around for some advantage to use when something catches his eye near Zand. "Zand, if I come to you, can you give me a boost to get that fan above your head?"
While hard for some to see the silent expressions through all the clutter, Zand can see what Sai means and gives a nod and "Yes" of approval over the violence.

Abrisham
With no focus or action made, nothing can be said or known of Abrisham's situation.
This message was last edited by the GM at 21:44, Tue 21 Aug 2018.

Ravnar tries to discern realities...


Discern Realities: When you closely study a situation or person, roll+Wis. On a 10+ ask the GM
three questions from the list below. On a 7–9 ask only one. Take +1 forward when acting on the answers.


15:49, Today: Ravnar rolled 8 using 2d6+2 ((1,5)).


• What should I be on the lookout for? (Specifically, how many impies are left, how damaged is Big Windy)
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On looking around to the imps first, Ravnar can hear that the impish creatures numbered in the half dozen currently. The thing to look out for with these creatures was that they seemed to hide well in containers for liquids, like vases or open bottles, their shape somewhat flexible but not to the extent of a water elemental or a determined octopus.

On the other hand, the large winded entity was fairly damaged, nearing the way to half unsubstantiated by the assault, though its nature had a resilience that reduced some harm inflicted. It might learn a way to remove the smoke and become invisible again, that was something for Ravnar to be careful of.

What will Ravnar and the rest do with this knowledge, if anything?

"Sai! Jagga! Help Nimol and Sannang attack Big Windy over here!

Zand! Keep attacking the little ones! Syrio will help!" says Ravnar.

Syrio attacks a little imp...

17:57, Today: Syrio rolled 4 using 2d6+1 ((1,2)).

...and fails miserably. "Syrio will try to help..." mutters Syrio...

Nimol and Sannang attack "Big Windy..."

17:59, Today: Nimol rolled 12 using 2d6+2 ((5,5)).

And do damage to "Big Windy!"

18:04, Today: Nimol rolled 4 using 1d8+2 ((2)).

Ravnar casts Magic Missile against "Big Windy..."

18:06, Today: Ravnar rolled 6 using 2d6+1 ((1,4)) (+2 for Wis but -1 for Cause Fear ongoing)

But fails.

(So wait, what happens when a cleric fails casting a spell entirely...?)

Syrio tried to use his moves, but the impish creature had exploited the narrow space and damn! - Syrio found his sword embedded in the wood of a crate. Was he going to spend time getting it out or commandeering another?

Zand was going past to try and get some harm done to the more invisible foe.
Zand dice
He got a strike in, but it was a weak blow that didn't do much to harm it.

"Big windy? What could you possibly be meani- oh wait. That's an invisible stalker! Damn this will be hard."
Knowing his foe, he got a larger weapon at the ready.
Jagga dice
With a moment, Jagga threw his his entire weight into a swing of a large blade and we're it not for one moment of reconnecting it's two halves, it would be long dead. It could hardly keep its halves together. Though it tried to strike back, it must have been "off foot" as it swung at empty, distant air.

Sai had his own issues to deal with creature wise, as he had to get the fan on his own, hoping he could get that fan.
Sai dice
In a stroke of luck however he was able to get the fan without difficulties and was able to stop a burst of dust from hitting him.

Abrisham dice
Abrisham was still within the realm of sleep at this time unfortunately.

14:49, Today: Syrio rolled 12 using 2d6 ((6,5)) (+1 STR bonus)

Syrio pulled his sword from the crate...





"Try again, Zand..." Ravnar encouraged...





"Almost there, Jagga...!" Ravnar urged...





"Good job, Sai!" Syrio called...


"Go, Sannang!" Nimol called. "You're doing well...!"

14:55, Today: Nimol rolled 10 using 2d6+2 ((4,4)) (+2 DEX bonus)

14:55, Today: Nimol rolled 8 using 1d8+2 ((6)) (+2 working with Sannang)


Ravnar decided to switch to attacking imps with his staff...

14:57, Today: Ravnar rolled 10 using 2d6+1 ((6,3)).

14:58, Today: Ravnar rolled 1 using 1d6 ((1)).

Though it tried to avoid being so damaged by a tamed animal of such strength, the invisible stalker found itself completely destroyed. Its last strength torn apart by by the tusks.

The conservative approach helped save Ravnar from any consequences as only a minor strike is made. Though the creature gets no chance to enact on the cleric.

Jagga moves on to give his cleric a hand by his own might and through the open opportunity made a safe strike of his own.

Jagga dice

Jagga has one of his more short ranged weapons he added to his clerics efforts. A creature ends up dead.

Moral roll
The mephits are scared, they maybe mischievous and sometimes malicious, but not to the point of no desire to live of their own. They scurry away from sight as best they can, though the results are hurried. Two go for the door to the left and one goes to the right.

Abrisham has yet to awaken, her sleep might well have become deep now.
Sai is less pressed by the impish foes, so he tries to bring up the mage through something he observed with his own eyes.

After doing something to her eyes, Abrisham awakens, but it a little groggy from getting up now.

The danger passed for now, Ravnar tries to examine the situation... could the remains of the monsters be used for spell components for Abrisham? Was there anything else useful in the room...?

12:56, Today: Ravnar rolled 4 using 2d6+2. Two 1s. Wow. Just wow.

Ravnar marks XP.

Ravnar sighed wearily. He was too hurt and too tired to make any special sense of anything right now. At least he could let the Cause Fear spell on his garment end...

"Abrisham, could the remains of the monsters-- or anything else in here-- be of any use to you? Anyone see anything useful?" Ravnar said.



Spout Lore: 12:57, Today: Syrio rolled 7 using 2d6 ((1,6)).
Spout Lore:
✴On a 10+, the GM will tell you something interesting and useful about the subject relevant to your situation. ✴On a 7–9, the GM will only tell you something interesting—it’s on you to make it useful. The GM might ask you “How do you know this?” Tell them the truth, now.

"Actually, I think something about this statue rings a bell..." says Syrio...

Seeing the little creatures, which Abrisham was able to clarify as "mephit, maybe a dust kind?", she brings up that there is something to use. "Well I'm sure I can make use of them for a sleeping spell or two. That could help against come creatures I'm sure." So from there she got a small tool like tweezers to extract for use in a some spells.

On looking at the statue and remembering tales told around fires and on rickety vessels, some foggy echo comes back to him. That statue looks fairly like Zann, for they held themselves with an intellectual pursuit, but not Scholarly? It might well be Jamar, one of the 10 Thousand old gods, like Kali. Syrio remembered from an old sailor that this god was for the knowledge one gains from exploration and reflection of experiences. He disapproved of learning only from books or word of mouth, you had to see for yourself.

Thus the learned individual who adventures or travels often worshiped him, competing with Zann for worship more then one of the 10 thousand usually do.
Legend has it that he is one of the most material gods, often being found to walk along all the planes.

And so, Syrio explained to the others about what the statue might mean.

"Mm. So, narrowing it down to two possible guys, either way, it's apparently some god of knowledge. Makes sense, I guess, for a place where the court wizard was setting up shop..." Nimol muses.

On the looking around aftermath, Jagga makes quite a clinking presence as metal touches metal from his numerous weapons, and he reveals a back up he has.

"I have about 4,maybe 5 good bottles of potions of healing if that will do anything. You might need to conserve your spell casting Ravnar, this might help you to not be stretched thin, Cleric of Kali. "

Jagga is thanked for his generosity enthusiastically. It is decided that Syrio will drink one potion now, and that Ravnar will hold onto one a little longer as an emergency backup...

(Shall I presume that this is the standard DW potion of healing that cures 10 hp straight off...?)

Lets presume so for simplicity sake.

quote:

Make Camp
When you settle in to rest consume a ration. If you’re somewhere dangerous decide the watch order as well. If you have enough XP you may level up. When you wake from at least a few uninterrupted hours of sleep heal damage equal to half your max HP.

You usually make camp so that you can do other things, like prepare spells or commune with your god. Or, you know, sleep soundly at night. Whenever you stop to catch your breath for more than an hour or so, you’ve probably made camp.

I also think there is making camp if you do it for a large enough component of a day that it means something permits a Make Camp move. Something for us both to learn I think.

Syrio frowns. "This is a rough choice. I'd love for us all to rest, but I feel like anything could happen here... let's go try to find a slightly less-dangerous room, at least." He drinks the healing potion.

The party, weapons ready, decide to go explore the doorway to the left...

...But is that doorway, and whatever's on the other side of it, big enough for Sannang?

As they got through the door, they found that the doorway would fit Sannang, the room on the other side was humble.

To the left there was a square hole in the wall that showed a desk and a rectangular hole. Chances are that accepted books?
In front was a door with an arch saying "Rememberance Repository" which was smaller then Sannang.
To the right was a trio of chairs, so this space must not be that busy.
This message was last updated by the GM at 17:46, Fri 14 Sept 2018.

"Ooh, 'Rememberance Repository.' Let's go in there."

"...Except you, Sannang. You guard things here for now, all right?"

The door opened after a bit of protest. The lock had looked worn away rather worryingly.

Inside was something that looked like a modest library. It looked peaceful with the dust motes floating through the air, catching the sun beams coming from the  narrow window high above. With reference to the one or two libraries the adventuring party have seen before (and the fair few Abrisham had got her way into), the immediately notable details are these:

1. From a glance, none of the books had a hard cover to be seen, many being leather and some being just a paper cover. Scrolls had cases that were practical minded in construction.
2. The markers over the book cases for different areas were made in years, not in alphabet or category.
3. The table and chair number were modestly small, like there would only be a few people in here at any one time...
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"If the organization is chronological... what might the most recent entries tell us...?" Syrio wonders... And then he sets out to find out the answer...

With that, the group were getting into some of the recent year books. Abrisham was pulling out several books from different sections within reach. Those who looked saw that she read a few pages at the start and flicked to the back of a book before picking up another one. Though her reading was faster than the others, she wasn't looking into its contents too intimately. She did this process for a fair few books while everyone was in the silence.

Jagga was taking his time to choose something that might amuse him, Sai had been quickly successful in reading up on some book of secrets. Zand, however, was a distracted soul, who had no fancy for the text he held in his hand and who took note of the training mages method. "Um, what are you doing Abs?"
"Abrisham" She corrected and then carried on "and while I've only gone through a few, I think I see a pattern."

"...Yes? And what might that be?"

"You've seen the books, well, it would be more accurate to say diaries, journals, they're not exactly text books. These books, have the times submitted in the back, look. " Abrisham takes out a book and shows both the front entry and back page, the back says a date with the year matching its submitted section.

She points to the year markers. "I'm not sure why, but when they get such a book is more important or there their preferred organising method. Everything here is direct, no compiling, no changing, not even editing... I don't get it.

18:03, Today: Ravnar rolled 10 using 2d6+2 ((6,2)).

On a 10+ ask the GM three questions from the list below. Take +1 forward when acting on the answers.
• What happened here recently?
• What should I be on the lookout for?
• What here is useful or valuable to me?

• What happened here recently?

Though there was quite a lot of dust, there were a few areas where the dust layer was thinner, like regular activity had kept it from getting too dusty.

The signs showed that certain books and scrolls were continually read and placed back, on further inspection, these were on subjects to do with the planes of existence. Ranging from travelling journals of the planes, to bestiaries, travel guides full of tips and maps.

• What should I be on the lookout for?

Dust motes are present in the air, floating about like leaves on a gentle wind. Skittering sounds of little hands and feet on the far tops of shelves. Those dust mephits are present here, but they hesitate to be seen or interact with the party in any manner. Likely trying to recooperate from the conflict before which cut into their numbers.

• What here is useful or valuable to me?

Watching that same dust from before, Ravnar can see how it flows throughout the room. While some of it goes to a back door, and away from the distant window, the cleric can see some of the dust vanishing behind a book case of journals dating from around 150 years ago.

While looking through some scrolls, Ravnar saw a little sheen. On trying to pull the scrolls out, the object causing the sheen came rolling out and clinked against the flooring. On inspection, Ravnar saw that it was a marble. The marble was larger then the average marble (likely twice the size of a toy marble).

Oops. "Feels like someone might've opened a portal to the elemental plane of air... or of dust..."






Ugh. "It's tempting to try to attack them now and finish them off, but it'd also be so much damn trouble... Let's hold off on it a little longer, I guess..."




"Hey, it looks like there might be a secret door here... everyone come help me search for how to open it..."

(Should I have Ravnar try Discern Realities again for this...? Or...?)




"Huh. Now what do you suppose this might be? ...Abrisham? Any ideas...?"

"Huh, well isn't that odd." Abrisham overlooks the marble, taking considerable care of it.
"The sky look could be that it's a portal,  to somewhere with a clear sky maybe? Maybe to make a gust? Become lighter? Summon a storm?"
She tried to peer through the glass orb, blow on it gently, jump with it, spout some unknown words and rubbing it to a mirror sheen. . She just couldn't do it, and while her face wasn't of defeat, the annoyance of it was starting to show.
"OK, so nothing like that, then. Maybe it will. I don't know, this is being rather hopeless."

She keeps tapping the marble with a finger, then she taps it to the table, and for a moment there is a small "Pop" sound and the tink sound of the marble touching the table right after. Holding it to her eye, she sees that there is a little book within the marble, and a book absent from the table.
"I... sure figured that one out." She said as she then tried again to tap the marble and a odd sound (sort of like wind unceremoniously leaving a wind instrument) occurs as the book returns to the table. "I'm sure we can find a use for that, um. Nimol, I think you can find a use for this."

"Sure, I'll hold into it... so it could be a trap for an enemy... or it might be a way to move something we'd find hard to move otherwise... Oh! We could possibly move Sannang with this, if we had to...!" Nimol frowns. "...I'd rather test it on something living first, just to be sure it's safe, though..."

It would take a fair while to go and open the mechanism of the bookcase. But after a while, they managed to find the way of opening the bookcase where it slides away into the wall and reveals the passage.

As the way opened, it was abundantly clear to see that it was a deep way, spiraling down in a dark cavern that had no means for lighting up the way, the air flowing downwards in a slight whistle.

Will you be doing anything before going down?

Syrio closes the bookcase back, now that they know how to do it. He huddles the group of allies together. "...I say, before we do anything else, we destroy the dust imps in here with us," he whispers. "Anyone got any reason why not...?"

Overall, there was only agreement from the group.
"I would agree with you." Abrisham added last, "But there is the pressing matter of how we will get them to come out. They don't seem enthusiastic..."

To make her point for her, there was an utter silence within the space, not a sound from the mischievous little elementals as the motes flew in the morning light.
"Which is to say, how do we get them to come out?"
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"...I was expecting that we'd just search everywhere, and kill them one at a time," whispers Syrio, "but if anyone has any better ideas...?"

09:19, Today: Ravnar rolled 3 using 2d6 ((1,2))... plus Wis bonus is still only 5...

Ravnar marks 1 new xp...

"I don't," whispers Ravnar...

"Nor I..." whispers Nimol...

There were suggestions for a time on how to possibly catch them out or try to lure them to a point. This was going on for a bit in hushed whispers between Abrisham and Jagga when there was a sound.
A bit of a slow dragging noise, which was complimented by books hitting the ground as one book case started falling towards the group.

Roll Defy Danger (Dex) to avoid bookcase impact/smothering.

12:14, Today: Ravnar rolled 11 using 2d6+1.
12:14, Today: Nimol rolled 13 using 2d6+2.
12:14, Today: Syrio rolled 9 using 2d6+1.

Nimol and Ravnar make it fine... Syrio, partial success...

On a 10+, you do what you set out to, the threat doesn’t come to bear. On a 7–9, you stumble, hesitate, or flinch: the GM will offer you a worse outcome, hard bargain, or ugly choice.

Syrio has the choice of

-- -1 Forward thanks to being distracted by books hitting him.
Or
-- Drops Throwing Daggers, requiring time to retrieve them.

Syrio rolls out of the way... but drops his throwing knives in the process...

Within that moment, the cackling of the little dust mephits happens from up above. They are ready with large tombs and grimoires to throw down on the group.

How will they handle these little tricksters now?

(Time Out-- ...So there's 2 of 'em...?)

You guys went for the door to the left. So two.

(That's what I (thought I) remembered, too, but I wasn't sure...

17:43, Today: Nimol rolled 9 using 2d6+2 ((4,3)).

You have to take several shots, reducing your ammo by one.

17:45, DAMAGE to imp thing: Today: Nimol rolled 6 using 1d8 ((6)).)

Everyone backs away quickly, but Nimol whips out his bow and attacks, hitting one of the little monsters. "Anyone else got any ranged weapons or anything like that...?" says Nimol...

(Can Ravnar cast Magic Missile again, or did he use it up until he rests? I kinda seem to remember he used it up until after he rests next...? Is that right...?)

Ravnar casts Magic Missile at the imp that Nimol injured:

09:35, Today: Ravnar rolled 8 using 2d6+1 ((2,5)) (plus Wis bonus, minus ongoing penalty...)

• On a 7-9 the spell is cast, but choose one:
• Your casting distances you from your deity; take -1 ongoing to cast a spell until the next time you commune.

09:39, DAMAGE ROLL: Today: Ravnar rolled 3 using 2d4 ((1,2)).

The magic missile flies right into the little dust mephit, pushing the arrow further and leading to its end as it gets pinned to the distant ceiling. In a little break of dust, the figure is no more.

So what will Syrio do now that only one threat is about?

(Oh no... Syrio will try to use his brain.

15:16, Spout Lore! Today: Syrio rolled 10 using 2d6 ((6,4)).

Spout Lore
When you consult your accumulated knowledge about something, roll+Int. On a 10+ the GM will tell you something interesting and useful about the subject relevant to your situation. On a 7–9 the GM will only tell you something interesting—it’s on you to make it useful. The GM might ask you “How do you know this?” Tell them the truth, now.

OMG IT WORKED...)

As an elemental of both earth and air, a dust mephit is vulnerable to both fire and water. All he would need to do is use some of either to really get at these dust mephits.
Like the water from his drinking canteen, or using a torch.

Another fact that came to mind is that mephits like to be tricksters, so if they felt like they were being played or insulted, they might get lost in their own fury and make a mistake.

(Syrio attempts to use Scathing Words:

19:13, Today: Syrio rolled 9 using 2d6+2 ((2,5)).

Scathing Words (+Cha)
When you call out an NPC with a witty remark or sharp criticism, roll +Cha. On a 10+ pick 1 and you gain 1 bravado. On a 7-9 the GM picks 1.

--They make a fool of themselves.
--They attack you.
--You gain the support of onlookers.)

"You see what happened to your friend, little dustball? That's what happens to little imps who try to cause mischief instead of getting gathered up by a broom and swept outside like good little dustballs...!"

The little "dustball" gets irritated at the broom part of the comment and tries to start an attack by throwing another book. It picks up a mighty tome, holds the book overhead and rears back, and back. But it is too imbalanced, the book too heavy for its small body.

In protest it cries out as it falls backwards off the bookshelf and out of sight and the thumps of books can be heard.

Syrio rushes around to the other side of the bookshelf to try to finish the imp off. "Come on!" he urges everyone else... Ravnar joins him...

As they get around the corner, they just about see the impish mephit getting out from underneath the pile of book.
Cursing it's luck as it tries to regain its lost advantage.

"Get 'im!" orders Syrio, and he and Ravnar attack.

11:10, Today: Syrio rolled 10 using 2d6+1.
11:10, Today: Ravnar rolled 7 using 2d6+1.
11:11, Today: Syrio rolled 3 using 1d10.
11:11, Today: Ravnar rolled 1 using 1d6.

Imp takes (presumably?) 4 damage total...

Syrio's attack was inspired, but Ravnar doesn't look over Ravnar's shoulder to see if anyone else followed and is helping to attack... but he sure hopes so (and that someone can finish the imp off), because otherwise Ravnar is likely to be counterattacked...

19:09, Today: Story Weaver, for the NPC Abrisham, rolled 12 using 2d6+2 ((4,6)).

19:10, Today: Story Weaver, for the NPC Abrisham, rolled 2 using 2d4 ((1,1)).

19:12, Today: Story Weaver, for the NPC Jagga, rolled 7 using 2d6+2 ((3,2)).

19:12, Today: Story Weaver, for the NPC Jagga, rolled 2 using 1d10 ((2)).


Seeing the burden of being counter attacked, Jagga rose to the challenge and made a vicious strike to anticipate that blow. Just when he was about to get struck by the near dying mephit, a cone flies through the air and drills the dust mephit into a wall and it goes "poof" as its form fell apart.

"...I was watching the imp, not you," Ravnar says to Abrisham. "But I'm guessing that odd cone thing was yours? In anticipation of an affirmative reply: Thanks."

"I'm sorry, I guess I was just angry at being so useless before. I'm working on my magic missiles, heh." Abrisham nervously laughs a little, then proceeds to scribble a little bit in her notebook.

"Thankfully it means no more of them, at least in here." Sai says, while poking some of the dust with a stick.

"All right... well... I wish we could rest..." Ravnar looks around...

(16:31, Today: Ravnar rolled 7 using 2d6+2 ((1,4)).)

Ravnar was hoping to investigate two things... 1. did the imps drop anything useful and 2. Does this room seem like a defensible place to sleep...?

(However, Ravnar got a 7, so...

Discern Realities
When you closely study a situation, roll+Wis. On a 10+ ask the GM three questions from the list below. On a 7–9 ask only one. Take +1 forward when acting on the answers.
• What here is useful or valuable to me?)

While making a look of the room, Ravnar finds himself catching the glimmer of an object among the dust. When he picks through the stuff, he realises that there is a small gem. Small and shiny, it looks valuable in the material and mercantile sense.

add one sapphire to inventory, weight 0 obviously

"Well, that's something... I suppose..." sighs Ravnar...

Looking through the library further, there was a door that lead to an office like space for organising books and such. A basic room for jotting things down and storing some sort of cart for books.

The door shuts all right, and maybe it could be blocked with a bit of improvising.

Okay, that is just too many entrances and exits.

"Let's go the other way," says Syrio. "The court wizard has to have a bedroom around here somewhere, and I'm guessing it isn't downstairs. Let's shut the secret passage over here, and go search in the direction that those other imps went. I want those guys dealt with..."

The party shuts the secret door they found (presuming that's possible) and heads back in the opposite direction (can Sannang come too, at his present size?)...

On going to the right hand path (as opposed to the left which lead to the repository space), the group found the door opened into a hallway. The hallway had several doors and a stairwell that lead upwards.

Zand quickly quested up the stairs, looking into the door space quickly and goes back down.
He explains what he sees and Ravnar picks up on the general sleeping quarters and the area with separate quarters for higher ups. In there would be an appropriate place to rest up for the group.

If the group goes up there, they will find this to be true, and can find a high quality room which must have been refurbished by the court wizard.
Feel free to mechanically use rules for rest.
Sannang can fit in the hallway, the stairs look like they can support Sannang, though the doorway to the wizards sleeping place is a pinch small.

Make Camp
When you settle in to rest consume a ration; If you’re somewhere dangerous decide the watch order as well. When you wake from at least a few uninterrupted hours of sleep heal damage equal to half your max HP.

...Do we need to Keep Watch?

You may choose to establish a watch or not. But if you do establish one in universe, tell me who is awake for when "something" happens? Then roll for that watch.

Uggggh. Of course Sannang will also presumably help us detect anything odd...Okay... Syrio first watch (he got his throwing knives back by the way), then Nimol... then Ravnar...

Uh... but... wait... what if I do Ravnar then Nimol and then Raqqa? Is that possible...?

There is some resting and sharing of food to get through the troubles of today, it was quite a measure in terms of conflict. That invisible stalker was quite the menace.

But for now, there is some rest to be had as a rotation is made in quick order.


Quite a while later, Ravnar thinks he notices something, but he isn't sure what. He opens the door of the room slightly to see what he can. Across the corridor is a glimmering something, but he isn't sure what it is from this far away.

The middling success means that there is enough time to gather weapons or main tool as well as armor, but not the other pieces of equipment before what may happen befalls them.

Ravnar speaks to the others. "Something happening across the corridor. Everyone grab weapons and make sure your armor's strapped on where applicable--fast."

(Reminder: Sannang is out in the corridor, right...?)
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Sannang is indeed in the hallway at this time, but the elephant doesn't make a noise of concern or aggression.

As people are getting their things, they can see that water seems to be spreading along the floor. The air seems a little cooler then it was before.
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"...Maybe we'd better gather up everything... adventuring gear and spell components, too..." adds Ravnar...

As he was saying that, something caught his ears. It sounded like a crack, originating from the hallway, one followed by another. Not of the stone that made the monastery, but something else, something less familiar...

What would they do before things changed?

You have one PC action before an event falls upon the group. If you choose Discern Realities and succeed, you still have that one action remaining. Choose wisely.

--Yeah, going for it--

15:28, Today: Ravnar rolled 11 using 2d6+2 ((5,4)).

--AW SNAP--

Discern Realities
When you closely study a situation or person, roll+Wis. On a 10+ ask the GM three questions from the list below. On a 7–9 ask only one. Take +1 forward when acting on the answers.
• What is about to happen?
• What should I be on the lookout for?
• What here is useful or valuable to me?

In reply to Ravnar (msg # 81):

Agreed, very nice

• What is about to happen?

The air is getting much colder by the second, their breaths making little clouds against the frigid environment. Something is coming closer to the door of the bed chamber. As the glowing object (which seems to be floating?) gets closer, the temperature will get worse. The water coming from the distance, it is forming into ice. That must be the cracking sound from before. Soon the same will be said for the thin layer of water that has reached the room.

• What should I be on the lookout for?

The mixing of the cold with the water below presents a problem. The cold is swift, unnaturally so. Something in Ravnar's instincts told him that touching the ice would be damaging. If one got caught in the sheet of ice forming, then they could be ensnared too. Quite the cold hand for Fate to bring.

• What here is useful or valuable to me?

The bed itself is above the level of the water that is forming. A cabinet would also provide a means of being above the water line.

The bedding sheets that were being used could (if not wet) keep people warm against the change in temperature.

Ravnar explains what he thinks the upcoming danger will involve...

Okay, we're knocking over a cabinet, hopping up on it and the bed, covering up those who need warmth most... especially Abrisham...

After knocking over and grabbing cloaks etc. There is just the time for one move. What will it be?
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Uh... Syrio asks Abrisham if she's got anything good for an offensive fire/heat-related spell (that won't, you know, kill us all)...

"Presdigitation, could warm a singular item." She replied back, cutting her explanation unusually shorter as she could feel Syrio scrambling for a solution.
Her eyes darted for the bed blanket. It was currently wrapped up in both Sai and Zand, it could wrap up 2 more (maybe 3 if Fate was kind) with full on huddling.

"At what range?"

"Touch to initiate."

"Bah, the worst possible answer. Well, get it ready anyway-- one of us may need it soon..."

As Syrio tells of that particular detail, the cracking sound approached with speed as the ice formed closer and closer. Layering the floor with a sheet of white and blue.

With that, Roll Con at +1 of typical modifier for utilising information from Discern Realities

11:37, Today: Ravnar rolled 6 using 2d6. Ravnar gains 1 xp.
11:37, Today: Nimol rolled 8 using 2d6.
11:37, Today: Syrio rolled 10 using 2d6.

Be sure to add that xp.

17:26, Today: Story Weaver, for the NPC Jagga, rolled 7 using 2d6+2 ((4,1)).

17:27, Today: Story Weaver, for the NPC Sai, rolled 13 using 2d6+1 ((6,6)).

17:28, Today: Story Weaver, for the NPC Abrisham, rolled 7 using 2d6+1 ((5,1)).

17:29, Today: Story Weaver, for the NPC Zand, rolled 11 using 2d6+2 ((5,4)).

For those with the partial success, note a - 1 ongoing to Dex while the cold causes some shaking of hands.
For those with a failed roll, note
a 1d4 cold damage. Thank goodness for avoiding being in the waters.

The rush of cold overcame the room and whipped the energy out of the group. There was a slight rumble as Sannang did the elephant equivalent of gritting her teeth against the cold.
Nimol in his years knew that Sannang wasn't protesting as much as expressing surprise from the noises made.

Abrisham was just getting the spell at the ready, shaking vitality into her hands. "So I-I-I'm warm-m-m-m-m-ming Sannang?Abrisham addressed Syrio, huddling him to feel safe.
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"What? No! Don't try to go out there alone...! Just wait here, we'll probably need you, very soon, more than Sannang will..."

(09:01, Today: Ravnar rolled 1 using 1d4 ((1)).

Ravnar takes 1 point of damage.)

Ravnar feels a cold bite at his exterior as the cold stripped a little of the heat from his body.

The ice has reached the end of the room as a slight light shines under the door. Sannang makes a sound of being under duress as the light dissapears to the opposite direction as where it eminated.

Ice can be heard cracking from beyond the door.

"Don't move," whispers Syrio, barely loud enough to be heard. "It might move on of its own accord...(?)"

Most people were quite fine with staying still, though Abrisham is feeling quite nervous of the ice.

There is an uncomfortable time where there is a quiet except for the cracking of more ice forming. It goes on for a while, but with time, as the other side of the room forms ice, the light stops shining from under the door.

We all stay still for many long seconds afterward.

If nothing else happens after 60 seconds, Syrio will carefully step down and go check outside the door...

Nothing indeed happened for that while. After that wait, Syrio tried opening the door to little avail. The ice must be keeping the door closed.
After struggling for a short while, Jagga brought out an implement which helped to chip away at the ice and allow the door to open (they were lucky it opened towards them indeed).

The scene Syrio saw was a similar picture of the cold, with ice along the corridor and an elephant struggling with breaking the ice surrounding him. It was hard to gain the purchase on the ice to chip away.
Whatever it was that caused this incident was gone.
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"Ugh... Abrisham, will you help Sannang?" Nimol asks.

"Ugh indeed. Now we have to decide if it's safe to rest in here..." says Syrio.

"Yes... well... but... nothing happened..." says Ravnar. "I mean, not very bad... We'll probably have to deal with it later, but... maybe it won't come back tonight...?"

"...Actually, you've got a point. I think you've talked me into it... We could still use a little more rest... What do the rest of you think...?"

"I'll try." Abrisham tried to say with confidence, obviously taking time to suss which way to help the situation. She almost touched Sannang, but something in her body language showed caution towards that plan.

Which resulted her pointing her hands towards the floor, a distance away from the elephant's feet. Taking a moment to be satisfied with her preparations, she unleashed her magic in the curious form of a magical cones that flew from her hands and focused their entire existence on breaking the ice. This event sent chunks into the air and releasing a spray of ground ice.

While this was going on, some of the others voiced their opinions.
"Shouldn't we try to slay the thing that did this, before it tries again?" Zand questioned.
"To do what, freeze the place? If it left us be, we should leave it alone. If "it" even is a creature and not just indoor weather." Sai retorted.
"Indoor weather? Do you hear yourself? Daftest thing I've ever heard." Zand proclaimed, with his arms waved in disbelief.
"As much as I hate leaving it be, that might be best." Jagga agreed with crossed arms. "We could spend all night looking for the thing, be too tired when we find it, or walk into a trap of its making. We should learn that there is more to this place then dust and wind, and gather our strength for the 'morrow."

"All right, this has been helpful. Let's finish resting. I want Ravnar and Abrisham and Jagga ready to cast tomorrow as needed..." says Syrio...

(We go back to resting... I had already increased their HP (except now Ravnar's is a little lower), but I want all spell stuff to be reset, too...)

It was an awkward sleep, having to huddle a little more for heat. But thankfully no other matter interfered with their time.
The floor had a little water, pooled here and there, but nothing compared to what it was before.

They were ready for another day as they rose up.

"All right..." said Syrio. "Now that we're all rested and, ah, arcanely-refreshed... I've been thinking about this, and tempting as it is to find any remaining dust imps... I can't help but think that the most important location to examine is that secret passage leading down from the library. It seems to me more likely that answers about what happened to the court wizard will be found there than here in the, ah, residential section of things, though I could be wrong... Anyone want to argue another course of action...?"

As a response to the question, none seem to give any real objections. Abrisham seems to keep to herself. Zand ponders out loud what else there is on this floor, but he doesn't reject those much more senior in adventuring.

After the slow progression back to the repository - disturbed by occasional puddles along the floors - the group opened the secret door and started going down the darkness. It was complimented by sparse lighting, resulting in a darkness only slightly better then pitch black, with vague shapes of stairs and winding down nature of the secret tunnel space.

Would they go through the darkness without extra light or find light sources and possibly reveal themselves?

Ravnar casts Light on an old burned-out torch that was sitting in a rusty iron sconce.

But, as they descend, Syrio is concerned about Abrisham. "...Something bothering you...?" he whispers to her...

Abrisham isn't looking directly at Syrio when he asked the question, but rather focusing on darkness of the passage beyond. It takes a moment for her to not look so distant and finally address Syrio.

"It's nothing, it will be nothing. I, I just need to compose, to control." She whispers back, so softly that Syrio almost doesn't hear at all. She makes an effort for the exchange to not be seen by anyone.

"...It's okay to be nervous... is there anything specific that feels wrong? The dark? Feeling closed in? Or just... Feminine intuition warning you of something? Please, let me know if there's part of this that's worse for you than the rest of it, and I'll see if I can think of a way to help..."

"It's the unknown in the dark, and the fear of fear itself? If that makes any sense. Of course it doesn't." Abrisham answered back in a whisper.

"Completely removing the risk is impossible Syrio, fear is just a fact of life. I just have to accept that it has, extra consequences for me." She looked away from Syrio at the last part. It seems pretty obvious that there is something being avoided. Something not said.

Roll Wis for Syrio to see a hidden clue to what is being indirectly conveyed.

20:19, Today: Syrio rolled 7 using 2d6-1 ((5,3)).

Partial success...

While during their conversation, Syrio managed to notice something gray floated away from Abrisham through a sleeve of her travelling robes.
It quickly vanished out of sight. Into the tunnel it was carried by the breeze, for it was a light thing indeed. It was shrouded by the darkness beyond Ravnar's magic torch.

Syrio reaches out and touches Abrisham's shoulder, and lets the others pass them by and proceed them for a few steps. "...Does this have anything to do with... the phases of the moon? Or... your aversion to silvery things...?" he extra-quiet whispers in her ear. "Because I am not judging you... If you knew how sympathetic I am, and why..."

"You're so considerate, and yes, you're right. It's another complication I live with, the fear part. I can exist in darkness." She said, trying to remove the possibility of confusion.
"But no matter what, I can't make life conflict free. I have to make do somehow."

(Charisma check: 13:11, Today: Syrio rolled 11 using 2d6+2 ((4,5)).)


"Look, I don't mean to pry," says Syrio, "but if there's anything I can do to help, I want to know about it. If there's information that will affect your reactions to anything down here, though... or in the coming phase of the moon... that's information I should perhaps be aware of in case it affects things like, say, any combat situations that might come up... I've got to know enough to help keep you, and everyone else, safe..."

"Right." She says to start momentum. "These are the things that cause my, transition. The moon being full, contact with silver and the state of mind that includes the emotion of fear. Being terrified is a better way of putting it. If we keep a good amount of light - which would help seeing anyway - that should help with my darkness phobia.
She takes a hand of Syrio and leans in closer. "Don't tell anyone but do you know the Lily and the Mayflies? It's embarrassing but I hum the tune a little when I'm out of sorts. That can help too. "

For that max roll, I'll give you this move. First use has +1 for being a positive calming influence for her.

Soothing lullaby
When Abrisham is on the verg of transforming, Syrio can sing the old lullaby to bring her back. Roll+Cha
10 - The reassureance from an old memory causes Abrisham to not only be safe from her current fear, but becomes fearless for the scene.
7-9 - Abrisham is unshaken from her current fear. But either
Abrisham is hesitant in action.
Syrio has the attention of something else.

(Got it, awesome)

"All right, good... I know that one... I'll try to watch for the right time to help you, if possible... And... Thank you for trusting me with your secrets, Abrisham. C'mon, let's get closer to Ravnar's light..."

Syrio and Abrisham move closer to the front of the party, where Ravnar is carefully making his way forward...

That they do, traversing the dark, they find that it is a path that slowly winds down and back on itself, slowly spiralling down floors of space. The steps were steep, so it was a slow matter for traversing down. It takes a while before any change occurs.

The air felt less dry here, the walls and steps were a bit more slick now. A slight sound that began to exist was more noticeable now. A slight rushing of water,  beyond, above, below? Wherever it was, it still seemed distant. When contemplating the sound -

Ravnar roll Dex please

11:48, Today: Ravnar rolled 8 using 2d6+1 ((5,2)).

Either Ravnar loses the torch he has currently, or takes a risk of separation from the group.

...Let's talk about rotes. In Dungeon World, it seems that the big benefit of rotes is that they never count against the limited number of types of spells you have access to.

But, reviewing the rules (as I did just now), they OTHERWISE seem like normal spells in every way-- in other words, Ravnar should have rolled to cast Light in the first place.

So

1. Do you want me to roll for that initial cast retroactively?

2. If so, I'd better do it now, because the results may affect how easily I can or cannot cast it again in a little while after I possibly lose the light I'm carrying now...
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Please do, hadn't thought of the none dice roll. It seems appropriate to see if the torch loss is an issue or not.

15:54, Today: Ravnar rolled 9 using 2d6+2 ((3,4)).

I was afraid of that...

He'll take:

--Your casting distances you from your deity— take -1 ongoing to cast a spell until the next time you commune.

UGH, I did NOT want to start the day (or whatever it is) with a spellcasting penalty, but sure enough...

So rather than be separated from the group, Ravnar will be separated from the magical light (which means the light will cease).

Ravnar was quite shocked when the floor seemed to disappear, swinging his arms to balance himself from falling, his torch goes flying.
Or falling, falling over the edge and bounced off the wall. Its fate ended as the light was consumed by dark waters.

The sound was of the rushing waters below. Thank goodness he didn't fell.

"Don't anyone move."

Ravnar tries to cast Light again.

(19:10, Today: Ravnar rolled 7 using 2d6+1 ((5,1)).)

He casts it, but this is the last time until he rests for a few hours and communes with Kali once more.

This time he casts it on a ration: A loaf of bread. Silly, but at least he can spare it...

(Ravnar marks the loss of one ration.)

Ravnar (and the others) carefully look to see if this was a pit trap that opened, or if the stairs just collapsed into a sudden abyss...?
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A perfect time to Discern Realities

Oh, right

08:03, Today: Ravnar rolled 14 using 2d6+2 ((6,6)).

Holy cow! er, tiger!

Discern Realities
When you closely study a situation or person, roll+Wis. On a 10+ ask the GM three questions from the list below. Take +1 forward when acting on the answers.
• What happened here recently?
• What should I be on the lookout for?
• What here is useful or valuable to me?

• What happened here recently?
The space around them appears to be a cavern with a chasm containing flowing water. The reason for the sudden drop appears to be that rocks have crumbled and brought the ledge closer to the stairs. Looking down, Ravnar could see the remnants of a wood and rope bridge on the surface.

• What should I be on the lookout for?
Looking at the walls and floor of the cavern space, Ravnar can see that the carved surfaces seem slick. Feeling the damp on his face, it seems that there is a spray of water in the air from the flowing water below.
Ravnar and the others would have to move somewhat cautiously so as to not slip and be hurt.

• What here is useful or valuable to me?

Beyond the distant remnants of the bridge, there was one piece of rope still attached to both sides of the gap. Under the light of the sanctified bred, the ropes condition could be better, but it could have been none existent.

So... here's what I think I understood:

--The way down that we've been following has opened out into a big cavern.
--The stairs continue down, but the stairs have crumbled in this spot (probably because of constant water erosion), and what's left of the stairs is slippery in this one spot
--There is the remnants of a bridge (a rope-and-wood bridge) that crosses the water that runs through the cavern... but it's not much... just one rope still crosses from side to side...

If that is all correct, my next question is:
--Can it be told HOW LONG AGO the stairs crumbled, or HOW LONG AGO the bridge was whole?

We might be along the same line but allow me it iterate again to be sure.

The stairs stopped naturally into the cavern space.
There is a little cavern floor after the stairs before it ends in a sheer cliff edge. Down that edge, the water can be seen (the water itself is a long way down). The rope connects the cliff Ravnar is on with another cliff on the other side of the water.

Does that clear it?

"This doesn't seem right. It seems like no one comes down here much... I could be wrong, but... it feels like if we want clues to what happened to the court wizard... they're probably more likely to be found upstairs... If we find nothing up there, we can come back down here again... But for now...?" says Ravnar. Nimol nods.

"I'm afraid I agree... but what do the rest of you think?" asks Syrio.

"I would agree." Abrisham said, though that might be the phobia talking.
Sai shrugged in uncertainty. "I wouldn't think a robed guy would stay somewhere wet like this with a clean place above."
"Demons hide in all sorts of corners, I'm ready to explore further or go up." Jagga gave his piece.
Zand saw the hesitation and felt like he needed to get his say out. "It feels like we would be living something incomplete. Why don't we, well I, just go across and see if there is anything? For all we know, this allowed his safe escape or his hidden capture."

"Yes, but... how would we know if it allowed his escape or capture, Zand...?" says Ravnar. "I mean, how would we be able to tell...?"

(Can I/we use Discern Realities to examine... to see if there's any clue about how one is meant to get down to the bridge from where we are...? Or if anyone has done so (or come up from there) recently...?)

using the good dice roll from before.

Looking around, it can be seen that there are holes in the walls near the stairs where a pole might come from and... Is that a button in the stone of the wall?

(Eh? A button? Syrio wants to check the button for traps... need to roll for it...?)

To check out the button out, I think a Wis roll will do. We'll see from there how the results tell us of anything.

(Wis? Not Int?

I ask because if it's more of a Wis, I'll use Ravnar... if Int, Syrio...)

I'll go with Int so Syrio has a thing to do.

13:45, Today: Syrio rolled 7 using 2d6 ((4,3)).

The button doesn't appear to be trapped, but looking it over reveals why it was hard to see.
It looks like there is a bump in the stone work, but in reality, it appears that the stone was shifted, no, molded over. Just enough that the button was slightly there, but couldn't actually be pushed.

Breaking down the stone that covers the button takes a fair bit of chipping to do, but eventually, enough softer stone is loosened and the button free to press.

Use up one Throwing Dagger ammo as the tool for releasing the button.

"Ugh, that accidentally ruined the point on this particular throwing dagger. Oh well. Seems like someone definitely didn't want us to push the button... I'm gonna push it! Anyone here wanna talk me out of it?!"

Nimol and Ravnar shrug. "...Usually, trying to talk him out of things like this just makes things worse," Ravnar says to the rest of the group quietly, "but if anyone has a good reason why he should maybe wait until later to push it... now would be the time to say so, quickly..."

"We have no idea what it does." Sai protests, somewhat weakly.
"I would say maybe those who did that are around, but..." Jagga looks around "But they don't seem to be around. Maybe caution I would say."
Zand just nodds and looks around in case he can see anything. Then says "Yes press it. Let's get going!" He proceeds to reach for the button, likely pressing it at the same time as Syrio if nothing interrupts him.
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Syrio smiles and steps back and gestures grandly for Zand to go ahead and push the button...

Nimol and Ravnar brace themselves for anything, trying to be alert for trouble from any direction...

"--WAIT!" says Nimol. Everyone stops. "Look, that button was deactivated for a reason. Either it was the court wizard, or it was the monks who used to live here, or it was the bad guys. That's-- sort of-- two reasons not to push it, and one to do it. But more importantly, Sannang is upstairs, and if that button brings trouble, I don't want to deal with whatever comes next without him... at least not until we've tried other options first, and I've tested the shrinky-pearl more on a living thing. Can we please go back up and explore the monastery more? We can always come back down here later."

Zand and Syrio look disappointed, but bow to this logic.

The group goes back upstairs, reunites with Sannang, and explores the far end of the building further...

So there are several places to go currently.

1. Back out of the monastery (really a non-option, but it exists).
2. Across the gap (turned away from for now)
3. The other end of the upper barracks hallway (where ice incident came from)
4. A door in the side hallway where the stair case resides.
5. A downward set of stairs going into the basement, set underneath the staircase that went from ground to 1st floor.
6. Another option not considered before?

Uh...



Wait. I don't think I have a good grasp on this...



Hmm. I really need a map...

...I want to explore upstairs. I remember there was a glass dome on top, and a sort of smaller one higher than that...

We'll want to take whatever route seems like it might lead there...?

ALSO: we'll want to keep an eye out for any weapon that Nimol can use to replace his spear... in case he runs out of ammo

Of course, more arrows would also be good...

For the weapon issue, (which seems appropriate to tackle before going up) how about a Wis roll for searching the crates in the Entrance Foyer?

Identify the idea type weapon/s for Nimol, (like spear if that's Nimol's style) then roll Wis. If 10+, you get it, if 7-9, you get something not ideal.

Will that do?

Yeah, 10 or better for a spear of some kind,
7-9 for some other melee weapon

14:51, Today: Nimol rolled 5 using 2d6+1 ((2,2)).

So... no... At least not at this time... but he gets 1 xp?

Yup, an exp for a lack of weapon is more than enough punishment.

The group returns from the library to the Entrance Foyer. The dust motes in the sunlight are caught in the slight and gentle dance of their own.

Nimol has a chance to equip himself with something from the storage. Rummaging about for a while, Nimol thinks he sees something of use, a glistening within a larger crate. In a top corner of the crate, all he had to do was reach. He reached higher and higher, stepping on his tip toes, he drags it once, twice, and then things change for the worse.

His balance was lost and the object falls over the side. Nimol finds himself in a heap, with an annoying pain in his back, when he gets up, he realizes he fell onto some caltrops. Devilish things indeed.

Realising that time moves on without them, Nimol picks himself up and resorted his dignity before exiting the crate.

Post in a pinch for the direction you chose.

But no actual damage, right?




The group heads upstairs, down the corridor of barrack entrances and special rooms to the end of the hallway, to the door that leads to more of the building as yet unexplored...

No, like I said, not having a melee weapon is enough





As they return to their resting spot, the group sees the floor being dry, the frozen surface a distant memory to the place.

They go to the door on the other end of the corridor. Upon opening up the door, the group sees a large room, a little sparse in details. In that room is several doors, one left and two to the right. In the centre of the room, there is a partially enclosed, spiraling staircase. Not the most utilitarian tool for ascension, which stands out from the general "form over function" attitude to most of the monastery.

(Discern Realities: 15:30, Today: Syrio rolled 6 using 2d6 ((2,4)). Fail.

Syrio marks 1 xp.)


Syrio studies the room, then the staircase, trying to determine if it looks safe to ascend... but he can't decide, at all. He turns to his companions. "I want to go up there... but... anyone got an opinion about if that thing looks safe to ascend?"

While Syrio didn't make out anything that would alarm danger, he was able to take note that the enclosed staircase had a door with a keyhole lock. One or two statues adorn the staircase and the doorway.

Zand seems ready to get going, Syrio knew the non-verbal cues of impatient youth all too well.

"It seems very quiet right now." Jagga's tone denoting that this seemed to be all the evidence required.

"It's about time things started going well for us." Sai said in disagreement.

Abrisham almost hesitates but then shrugs as she decides to speak her mind."I think you want to keep your caution. We never knew where that light went in this direction for."

(For heaven's sake! Why did I have SYRIO do Discern Realities?!?!? Got it confused with Spout Lore, basically...

...Can I ask Abrisham to Spout Lore on the statues/staircase/lock...?)

And here I thought you wanted Syrio to get XP ;)
Well let's see how well Abrisham does in this.

Dice roll later
Neat

Abrisham looks at the statues as the group moves closer. "Wait -" Abrisham warns as she grabs Syrio's arm. "I think, no, I know those statues are golems. From their position, I'm sure they must intend to protect the stairwell by whatever means at their disposal."

Abrisham points Syrio's line of sight to the statue heads. "See the markings? If they were held at bay, I can deactivate them by changing the marking." She advises. Her smile of confident certainty went back to a cautious, stoic face. "But let's hope it doesn't come to that."

"Bah. It may... but let's try to put it off until later..." Syrio sighs. "Let's search the rest of this area. Maybe we can find a key that will fit the lock... if so, I hope that it might avoid the need for a struggle."

So... anything else on this floor besides the dorm rooms or whatever they are...?

The two doors on the right are both more barracks and mess hall space. Not too much there, except for a complete mess of the tables and chairs. Like a rampaging bull had a field day in there.

Within the damage, the group finds a key, a simple thing of a simple metal. It lay on the ground shattered. On close examination, the insides of the metal, exposed when it shattered, there appears to by crystals of some sort.

"Well, that just... bites. Abrisham, unless you or Jagga have a spell to repair this, it looks like we'll have to either find another key, or do some very troublesome breaking and entering... if we want upstairs at all..."

"I don't have a spell for this. But I will, keep, these, for, now." Abrisham says as she pockets each piece into her cloak pockets. "Just in case we find something useful."

Jagga had picked up a stick from all the damage in the mess hall and ponders out loud "Why don't we just tie the key head on and..." He inserts the stick into the air and rotates it within an imaginary lock.

"A good idea mechanically speaking, but I think this is magic, so I'm afraid that a broken solution will produce a broken response, and I think half the monsters running around in the world are because someone tried to force a broken magical response... Let's keep searching... Is there anywhere else on this floor to search?"

There is a storage room on the left, for numerous things from notes to extra bedding. This room saw less destruction, and didn't seem to hold as many exotic things as the entrance foyer had. Maybe it was utilized less somehow by the current resident?

But what matters right now is if there is anything that will help them in their current predicament.

Tell me a detail about the room that catches the eye of the characters (at least the ones you control)

Roll Wis for what the group as a whole may find using any character with high Wis score

There's a bunch of baskets laying around... each seems to have a different sort of item in it... (I'm thinking of the big wall of spare parts and things they had handy on the tv show Mythbusters)

(18:12, Today: Ravnar rolled 12 using 2d6+2 ((4,6)).)

For achieving the high score. Let's go with this: Select 3 for your choices of items

- Aid when facing Guardians
- Spreading around compassion
- An instance of grace from calamity
- A renewal of the lost
- A means to stem the tides

We'll go with the reds

-Aid when facing Guardians

Syrio comes across an amulet with a simple metal and a humble sized gem of a green/yellowy colour. It fits snugly enough that Syrio already has to look down to remember it's there.

While wearing this, Syrio will have +1 forward on all friendly interactions with golems in this place.

-An instance of grace from calamity

Through the clinking of glass of numerous bottles within a few baskets, Ragnar finds one particular bottle with a fiery feather. Seeing it's radiance, Abrisham admires the beauty of a phoenix feather.

On a failed Black Gate roll, consider it a success and regain 10+1d8 HP. (If you were fully feathered it would be a full regen of health).

-A renewal of the lost

Nimol was rummaging around the baskets when he finds a stick that feels incredibly light, the wood smooth to the touch. When he was examining it, a flick of his wrist extended the length of the stick, revealing it to be a spear.

Consider this a spear with 0 weight and the thrown property (if they don't already)

--feather: but it has to be carried by the one who has to make the roll...? I guess maybe we could PUT it on the one who has to make the roll...?

If you're at the scene and don't dawdle, getting the feather to them should be fine.

Got it...

...Where else have we not explored yet on this floor...?

Not really on this floor, no new spaces, just more of the same, it's a modest monastery. You could search this room again, but reduced returns and chance for things to happen to the group.

...If there's no other way upstairs than the golem stairs... what have we not searched on the ground floor...?

Thinking back, there is a door in the hallway that holds the stair well (Ground to 1st floor) the group hadn't seen to. As well as another bit of stairway which leads to the underground section.

Mm, yes, let's check there... Carefully, though...

From there, they went to the door. Syrio (naturally being the leader) reached for the door to check if it was unlocked. Luckily enough, it was (in fact the slot in the frame where the lock would insert had been broken.

When he peeks in, he sees a hall similar to the foyer hall, except from this angle, it appears there are not so many of those boxes of wizard/worldly paraphernalia. The only noise coming from the direction appears to be some sort of "thunk" sound.
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Syrio doesn't like the thunk sound, and gestures Ravnar over to see what Ravnar makes of it. Without opening the door any further (nor having anyone be so foolish as to stick their head in the doorway), Ravnar tries to evaluate the situation...

(14:56, Today: Ravnar rolled 6 using 2d6+2 ((2,2)).

Ravnar gets 1 new xp.)

Ravnar doesn't know what the heck to make of it either...

(Pausing now in case something bad happens...)

There is a silence after the "thunk". For a moment at least, and then there is a thunk, and another, yet again in a constant, rhythmic fashion. Thinking about it, it sounds like stone stepping on stone.
The distance the sound comes from doesn't seem to change all that much. This limited angle leaves something to be desired in determining what is going on.

Either make the door open wide to get a better view, which might chance whatever "it" is seeing you.
Or, you keep attempting to observe while ajar. In which case, roll Con for how well he can hold himself in place and not be seen.

We're gonna go with Syrio holding still and waiting and observing...

(20:56, Today: Syrio rolled 3 using 2d6 ((1,2)).

Syrio gains 1 new xp.)

Darn.

Getting the exp to level up ain't so bad. Let's see if it is worth it.

In the attempt to swap places with Ravnar, Syrio ends up opening the door with a tumble onto the floor. He is there for only a moment as he acrobatically picks himself back up.

But it is little too late, as he looks, he sees what was making the noise. It was a strange creature, symmetrical to three points on its body. It had three arms and three legs (presumably 3 eyes), with a maw of mouth on top of it. It's skin was made of a cobbling pile of rocks.

The room surrounding it had seen some damage, pillars chipped and the pool in the room centre seemed to overflow a little.

As the headless torso of a strange creature saw Syrio, it let out a weird sputtering, inhaling noise towards Syrio. Sensing something, it lets out a gutteral roar and thumps towards them.

Get back in the hall! Get back in the hall!

Syrio hurries to leave the room, and shut the door behind him...

(Dex/Defy Danger: 08:08, Today: Syrio rolled 8 using 2d6+1 ((2,5)).)

Scrambling to get past the door, Syrio manages to do so just in time for Jagga to take a metal piton and jam it into the floor. He hardly hammered it in twice before the door braced against an impact from the other side. A groan could be heard and it barged again. A little dust from the floor getting uplifted from the impact.

"It won't hold for long, so act quickly!" Jagga pointed out as he started to move back. Punctuating his point, the group could hear cackling noises around them. Sai let out a profanity in frustration.

Don't forget to modify gear with the sapphire and the stuff you guys got from the store room.
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(Done)

Fighting in the hallway sounds too confining... is there a good area that would be near enough to get to in time...?

The closest "more comfortable" battle arena would be the hall that the creature is in. bBut it has a monster in the doorway.
Next would be the entrance foyer hall. Even with the crates, it is better than a hallway which just fits Sannang (assuming no shenanigans with the marble/orb that Nimol seems hesitant to use).

The next comfortable one would be the room with the rotating staircase and the lock, but you run the risk of being intercepted on the way up by whatever that cackling is.

"Get to the entrance foyer hall! We'll have room to fight there with Sannang!" shouts Syrio, so everyone heads there...

As the group travels to their destination, they note that there is more humidity in the air, the walls look damp. Emerging from the floors and walls, came pools of a liquid mud.

The pools of mud raise up and condense into impish creatures, similar to the dust mephits from yesterday. They have more menace in their voice as they cackle and they begin to approach.

The wood of the door, though distant, can be heard splintering under the punishment.

Mud Mephits are... in the foyer? Or blocking our way there?

They are coming from the hallway. You're already in the Foyer

Got it.

Any idea how many there are? Or is it too soon?

As syrio asks himself how many there must be, he looks back at where they came from, to find maybe 4 of these pools, but the sounds suggested more might be coming.

You can do one thing before your round of actions begin, choose carefully.

Duelist
When you analyze a potential opponent for a few moments, and ask, “What is its weak spot?” the GM will tell you, honestly.

Syrio tries to figure out the best way to fight the mud-things...

This wasn't the first time Syrio had fought a fluid enemy. His experience told him that these mud mephits weren't as quick to form as other things he had seen like water elementals.

If he took apart the appendages of the creature, or took out the legs and made it fall over, it would be vulnerable while reforming.

(Can we start attacking the things now? Or is it a little late for that?)

Like I said, you had a round where they weren't formed to do a thing. Then you did said thing. So feel free to proceed.

Yes, so... do I/we need to roll for it...?

You wanted to attack so it would be Hack and Slash right? I have the other NPCs

"Separate the limbs of the mud things!" Syrio tells his companions. "That's their weakness!"

(14:41, Today: Syrio rolled 12 using 2d6+1 ((5,6)).

14:41, Today: Syrio rolled 10 using 1d10 ((10)).

14:42, Today: Nimol rolled 6 using 2d6+2 ((2,2)).

Nimol gains 1 new XP.

14:44, Today: Ravnar rolled 8 using 2d6+1 ((2,5)).

14:45, Today: Ravnar rolled 4 using 1d6 ((4)).)

Nimol takes a stab with his new spear, hoping to spin the spear and try creating a hole large enough to remove a limb. His problems come to ahead when the mud absorbs the impact, giving Nimol not much leeway.
As one arm is occupied, the mud mephit uses its slowly enlarged other arm to slam down on Nimol.

Jagga saw the problem coming to ahead, ever the team member, he went to save Nimol. Despite choosing a good weapon - a two handed scimitar - Jagga missed his target, thanks to a mud ball intercepting his blade mid arc.
Thus Nimol takes the hit.

This very rude mud ball had come from another mud mephit. One that Ravnar was striking at, when it tried to get back at Ravnar, it failed to hit its intended target.

Abrisham had thrown a powder which stayed in the air like a cloud, forming a path between the mephit and herself. She snapped her fingers and a bolt of lightning flowed through the cloud to jolt the mephit.
But as she did that, a bit of powder had gotten towards a bottle on a box. So the bolt forked and shattered the bottle as well. A blue-white point of light comes from the bottle and a bit of wind swirls.

Zand helped with a sword swipe of his own for the mages mephit, in trade he got a hit in the shoulder from some rock hard mud. Sai does the same thing to Ravnar's mephit, though he moved with more agility to avoid the hit.

Meanwhile a distant banging still occurs, the sound of splintering remaining the same.
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OOOOOPS... I rolled with +2... ranged attack.

I was gonna use ammo and forgot to say so...

Wait, so you mean you were using the Volley action with the bow?

If so, that is ok, just say what move you're using if you don't describe fiction (aka, I had nothing to work off so I assumed melee).

Yes



I know, I just forgot... the only clue was that Nimol took a +2 bonus to do it...

This, I should have noticed. I'll mod the post in a bit.

That is, how Nimol's part of the story would go if he felt eager to use the spear. But he was hesitant, it wasn't familiar to him just yet.

Instead, he had relied on his bow, and dispense of numerous arrows to cause the limb damage his ally advocated for.

Jagga still missed his target, and took some harm from a mephit. Though he gritted his teeth and carried on like any warrior would.

Um... sorry to be a problem... but my point is... I was GONNA take LOSE AMMO if it was a 7-9. But it was just a total 6. So... should I cross off TWO ammo, or... what?

Let's say that is the consequence for this fail result.

Ughhhhh and as I was going into Nimol's character sheet to cross off the ammo, I remembered about Sannang.

Sannang gives Nimol a couple of extra damage points when they work together... Shall we retroactively add that? Or shall we say Nimol just forgot, in the heat of the moment, to give orders to Sannang...??

Let's say for now that he was forgetful. But next round is a new opportunity.

Okay, so, our turn again? Or is it the mudphits' turn to mess with us...?

Oh we just resolved their chance of attacking you. It's your guys turns now.

(To Hit:

10:52, Today: Syrio rolled 12 using 2d6+2 ((5,5)).

10:52, Today: Nimol rolled 8 using 2d6+2 ((2,4)).

10:53, Today: Ravnar rolled 8 using 2d6+1 ((5,2)).

Damage:

10:54, Today: Syrio rolled 4 using 1d10 ((4)).

10:54, Today: Nimol rolled 5 using 1d8+2 ((3)).

10:54, Today: Ravnar rolled 6 using 1d6 ((6)).

Nimol crosses off one more ammo. (This is why he brought plenty.)

Everyone attacks to finish off-- if one mudphit seems more wounded, they go for it first. If that one seems destroyed, they move on to the next-most-damaged-looking, fast.)
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Syrio was vicious with his quick swipes, decimating the mud mephit into a thin puddle.

Nimol and Sannang are in sync, causing nasty harm to their mephit as bolts pierce, trunk swings and Ravnar's staff join to end another mephit in quick, coordinated order.

Abrisham casts another bolt of false lightning in the powder cloud. Some of it crackles though, the energy interacts with the swirling blue light which seems familiar.

Everyone Defy Danger (Dex or something else useful against ice) for avoiding the light.

Defy Danger:

07:24, Today: Nimol rolled 10 using 2d6+2.

07:23, Today: Ravnar rolled 8 using 2d6+1.

07:23, Today: Syrio rolled 11 using 2d6+1.

Having seen similar things before, it is no surprise that the leader Syrio and tamer Nimol, young hirer Zand evade the icy light behind some of the crates in the room. Ravnar's was more exposed, so he feels himself take some harm, as does Abrisham.

Ravnar take 6 damage from this roll
12:18, Today: Story Weaver rolled 6 using 1d6 ((6)).
Abrisham take 6 too.

While the remaining mephit was exposed and snap frozen from its source of mud, so too was Said and Jagga. Their legs were pierced by ice and they found themselves stuck to their current places.

Others take some damage too
Sai take 6, Jagga take 1 (He is armored)

Just to worsen the affair, the creature had broken through, it was charging, causing quaking when it slammed a wall when turning. It got through the door to the entrance lobby, there, it sensed something it desired and roared. Charging forth with only moments before it is upon them.

(Presume Ravnar gets 1 protection from his armor...?

Duelist
When you analyze a potential opponent for a few moments, and ask, “What is its weak spot?” the GM will tell you, honestly.

Syrio uses Duelist against this new beast.

(If there's any way he can trick the new beast into attacking the light, that would be great...)

As for Ravnar and Nimol (and Sannang)... Update me, please, on how many mudphits are left active)

For armor, let's presume so, stabbed by ice means armor applies, rather than blizzard freezing blood or such.

To answer Syrio's ability, remind me, where is the Sapphire?

If you mean this:

--amulet with a simple metal and a humble sized gem of a green/yellowy colour

Syrio's got it listed in his gear, so he's the one carrying it...

There is both this and a sapphire that was obtained in this monastery.

Ah! No, Ravnar's holding that sapphire...

The creatures numerous eyes gaze, making a survey of the scene. It's top mounted mouth makes a snort like sound. Tasting the air?
Syrio recognizes that the eye facing him doesn't look at his face, but just below, to where his medallion resides. He can tell one of its other eyes looks at Ravnar.

Putting two and two together, Syrio understands what is going on. The creature  can smell the precious gems on the both of them and it's charging motion moves in their direction, indecisive which to go for first.

It's drive for gems and precious metals can be used like a lure, if done correctly.

(How many mudphits are left?)

Of the three, only one, which was completely frozen as it was weak and failed it's dodge.

(...So... You're saying...

We got all but 1 mudphit, and that 1 got frozen, so we don't have to worry about them until maybe that one thaws?

Or are you saying that that one's damaged, but still an active threat to us right now?)

As much as I would like there to be an active mephit, there is none. The only "alive" is frozen.

Got it. (Thinks...) ...Were there any gems on those stairway golems upstairs...?

I was feeling inclined to say no as my mind's eye imagine them differently. But I will say yes for a chance of drama Similar gems to the one in the amulet, found in the "eye sockets".

Okay, we'll worry about that later.

In the meantime... How shall we determine Syrio and Ravnar getting the thing to intersect with the freezing light? A Dex check for each of them...?

<orange>Well tell me, how do they intend to do so in universe? You went with Dex, so. I imagine some bull and ref cape "olay!" Moment with the gem/amulet?

If so, Dex for sure.

That is what I am suggesting yes...

(20:41, Today: Ravnar rolled 6 using 2d6+1.

20:41, Today: Syrio rolled 6 using 2d6+1.)

Oh, wow.

I'll just mark xp for each then, shall I