Game: In the Spire's Shadow

M`rek

Shaking the excess ooze from his hair like a dog, M`rek rolls up ready for a fight: Initiative roll bellow:

(Also, was it possible to identify who was manhandling the little guy in such uncorteous manner? Anybody he has seen before?)

M'rek

If he attacks before the Mephits (init 21), and thus has sneak damage, M'rek will move towards one of the Mephits closest to the group and attack it, hopefully by flanking,even if he has to tumble to do so (with a +14 skill, he succeeds even on a one...).
He then attacks with its spike (see attack bellow). If he hits he will reduce 1d6 of his sneak to steal the mephits immunity to its own breath weapon, and thus deal 1d4+1, plus 1d6, plus poison 1d2 Int, 1d2dex (dc11).
also got 18 free check Knowledge the planes to remember bits of useful information against them mephits

Attack:
Ac16 (not including flank/flat footed)
damage 4, if not ffooted/flanked, 9 if so
+ steal Mephits' immunity to own breath weapon (watever energy type that is)
link
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=878476

Linji waits until a mephit comes within 10' -delaying as necessary, and then in a spring of action attacks, with his flailing strikes (1d4-1, roll of 3, so 2 attacks). As a swift action, Linji uses his Fiery Fist, to cause his hands and feet to be wreathed in flames. He then takes a 5' step and attacks twice against the same mephit, using a Stunning Fist should any of his strikes land.

Assuming they hit (i.e. they aren't atypical): the first strike deals 11 pts of damage (1d8+2[8]+1d6 [3]fire).
Second strike: 14 (rolledmax for damage [8] and 4 fire).

25 pts -huzzah! (I don't recall what the rules are regarding the Karach seals -i.e. whether they count as "magic" to overcome DR, so either 25, or 15).

First for the save:
17
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=882055

Also, here is the general entry that states that unless otherwise noted, all creatures are ummune to their own breath weapon (follow the breath weapon link on the monster description if you are using SRD online)

"Breath Weapon (Su): A breath weapon attack usually deals damage and is often based on some type of energy.
Such breath weapons allow a Reflex save for half damage (DC 10 + 1/2 breathing creature’s racial HD + breathing creature’s Con modifier; the exact DC is given in the creature’s descriptive text). A creature is immune to its own breath weapon unless otherwise noted. Some breath weapons allow a Fortitude save or a Will save instead of a Reflex save".

Now for the actions

With a quick wink at Kadar, M`rek will spin away to attack another mephit:
His preferences for a target are, in this order,
a) Someone he can use sneak attack against (blind or flanked)
b)One close enough so that he can use his two weapons on him (5` away), if he cannot reach someone with 5`movement ignore attack #2

c)If he can meet two conditions above and still chose, he will go for an unblinded adversary

If he cannot attcak moving only 5`he will tumble to flank someone else preferably number 6:

Attack number 1:
Ac 29, not including flanking, blindness, and -2 for two weapon fighting(critical threat)
damage: 12

Attcak number 2
AC: 13, not including eventual bonuses and penalties above
Damage 9
here is the link
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=882116

Now for the critical threat
Hit ac 24, without modifiers, but still, probably a crit, so add another 5 to first attack.
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=882125

Finally, please note that M[rek is NOT using magical weapons, so the first attack should be 17-5=12, and the other, if it hits, or takes place 9-5=4, finally the secondary attack delivers poison 1d2 dex, 1d2intdc 11.

As he stabs more or less innefectivelly against the oozy fiends, M'rek will turn to his companions and say...

"this is no good, my cold iron does not go through thuis muck well, anyone has some small weapon with magic in it?"

Saves

Clouds of acid singe the mage and his layers of clothing as Baba coughs, hacks, and spits. Luckily, however, he's mostly fine - this gagging is the verbal component to a summoning spell that brings into play a small horde of centipedes (Medium Fire Element).

Mostly unable to see, he directs his as-yet unseen summons to "Burn the things before they kill me!"

Save 19
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=884296

With a manic grin, M'rek finishes his target and turns to the side to stick his spike and dagger into the back of the one fighting Linji...his large eyes are wattering, but he does not seem to be otherwise too affected by the smell (the ability to eat ANy organic matter must have something to do with that part, he guesses)

atack 1:
AC 26 (includes TWF penalty AND flank bonus only, no blindness) damage, 13,
atack 2
AC 25, damage 9, plus steal stinking cloud ability, plus usual poison
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=884288

Loving every minute of the blending, living-yet-not-living paintings, Linji once again rolls into a ball, and bounces behind the mephit that Kadar is playing with (especially after M'rek so wonderfully "poked" the closer mephit).

Linji then forms his karach seals into a massive hammer, and with a trailing tongue, slams down upon the mephit, all the while, praising the virtues of banana peel-sacrifices.

[Attack roll: 34, confirm critical 18 -damage 16]

[Fort save: 21]

[Oh, and I almost forgot the Tumble check=31 -and, Duckluck, do you even need me to roll a Tumble in these cases -even with rolling a nat 1, Linji still gets a 17, which is good enough to pass even in bad terrain. If you want me to roll anyways, I'll continue to do so]

{Ok, thanks for the clarification on your house rule -its not a problem at all}

{Unlike saves and attacks, there is no automatic success or failure for skill checks, as per PHB. As I said, I don't mind the house rule -am I also correct in assuming that you are house-ruling automatic successes on skill checks as well? Either way, if its ok with you, I'd rather continue the discussion -if necessary- on the OOC thread so as not to bog up the In-game thread}

{That said, we're waiting on Baba, right?}

Baba shakes off the noxious cloud. There's far worse things on the elemental plane of fire. Not many, but there are.

Baba realizes he doesn't have any protection whatsoever - magical or otherwise. He begins uttering the long and quite complicated words to the Bulwark of Reality spell (+6 AC).

Zhegre takes a moment to revise his recently constructed survival checklist.

. o O (Oxygen. Check.)

He sends a heartfelt prayer of thanks to Tharmekhul for the luck, then turns his attention to his present straits.

. o O (I am presently hanging upside down from and (GM, indicate correct selection: (a) stuck quite firmly in (b) slowly slipping out of)) the ceiling of a room apparently either under Sigil or, more likely, on the other side of an Ooze portal. There are several people here, one of whom appears to be in the middle of casting a spell. There are a number of monsters.)

Zhegre searches his memory. GM, indicate correct selection, based on roll below:

Knowledge (the Planes): 1d20+11=18

. o O ( (c) I've seen these on the Plane of Fire; they're nothing evil, just fiery creatures. Since they're not from around here, they're probably summoned. (d) I am not familiar with them and will reserve judgment, but they're on fire and thus highly unlikely to be native to Ooze. Therefore have probably just been summoned. There is also...)

...Zhegre takes a tiny whiff, and is mildly sorry he did so...

. o O (...the fading remnant of what I am fairly sure is a stinking cloud. Probable conclusion: there has just been a fight. Are these people fighting each other? Are they fighting the creatures? Do they intend to fight me?) Zhegre attempts to gauge the general direction and intensity of aggressions in the room:

Sense Motive: 1d20+4=23

Actions:

If he is slipping out of the ceiling, he will take a moment to try to land right side. If gravity is not making a rush of things, he'll stay where he is at the moment and consider his situation.

If he judges that anything looks to be aggressing, he'll grope for his warhammer and mentally review his spells. Assuming he doesn't, he'll come to the following course of action:

. o O (I think these people won. They don't seem immediately threatening to me, though. So being polite is, as usual, probably the best course.)

He jauntily raises a hand, spits a bit of Ooze out, and addresses the humanoids in Planar Trade.

"Privyet! Is wery handy air pocket you have here. I hope you do not mind if I share. Would be most embarassing to be desiring to attend lecture on Spirelight at Festhall and drown ignominiously in random Ooze portal."

Given this dwarf seems friendly enough Kadar moves to respond in kind.

"Hello Cutter, sounds like you got hipped heading to the same lecture as us. Seems like this pocket is the real place to be."

Kadar offers a hand to help the dwarf the rest of the way through the crust.

"My name's Kadar and lovely as our current surrounds are I'd welcome your thoughts as to how we're going to get the hells out of here."

Linji's maniacal laughter becomes sheer child-like mirth at the site of the "dwarf-cork", though becoming subdued as he ponders the "cork" exclamation.

"Hmm, privy-ette?", he ponders, before letting the Ouroboros of Teyolia swallow his desire for facts in the face of Truth.

Slowly sloshing through the muck, Linji raises his decapitated index finger, exclaiming:

"The little-girls' bathroom is there-not-there."

And then offering his elbow to shake, Linji wipes off a smear of mephit-ooze, smiling wide:

"The Unset of I is Linji-once-Rinzai"

Baba snaps his fingers, dismissing the centipedes to the flaming pits from which they spawned - that is, about three miles from his birthplace.

"Smith. Baba Smith.", he says, wiping his hand on one of his many coats and sticking it out to the dwarf - before pulling it back, as it's still sodden. "That's my name. Damned city's going to the fiends and no mistake - portal in the festhall and no one warned us?"

"You're right, in any case. Got to find a way out. Hold on a second while I try and figure out where we are."

Baba sits down heavily and tries to figure out what plane they're in (K - Planes +15).

"Is pleasure, Linji, M'rek, Baba." Zhegre gives up trying to get clean yet. It may be a while.

"I think is somewhat obvious from mephits and... festive aroma... that we are on Ooze. Grawity appears to be directional in here, which is odd but not unheard-of, and I do not think I felt any outside. Like most people on Ooze, I suppose our main priority is getting out..."

Zhegre walks around the chamber, thinking, tossing off ideas, tapping the walls with his hammer, checking out the ceiling and floor surface, and the like. (If there's a live mephit around, that's very good news and quite different, of course.)

"It will take me day or so, but I can work up spells to summon small elemental. I think ooze mephit qualifies. If we can come to business arrangement, little fellow should be able to lead us to border with Water, then water elemental from there to City of Glass. This is, of course, assuming we have enough air to sustain us here while we wait, and then some way of making air on trip. I admit lack of resources on that front."

He ponders whether the stone of the walls might be shaped into some sort of air-bubble-containing vessel, but the notion of floating through the current in such a thing doesn't seem astoundingly appealing.

"If somebody has bag of holding or handy hawersack we could stuff it into mine and see what happens. I have newwer tried from Inner Planes, to be honest. And they are rather waluable pieces of equipment, if it works."

Tap, tap... tap, tap... wonder how long the air in here will hold out, anway...

"Of course, if anybody has way of getting message off to someone who could help us, that would be excellent."

While the newcomer talks, M`rek eyes suspiciously the (probably) widening hole above his head...and says

Well, first of all this was not random accident, theses peanuts here are probably thge key to this portal and I was quite litterally thrown in here by a soon to be deceased berk with a death-wish. Mayhaps the portal is still open? It might even be a two-way one...

"I have a bag of holding but I'd rather not risk that method unless we have to." replies Kadar, looking up from his book.

"Summoning a guide would be my first choice if the air holds out, I imagine a water elemental or some such would do the trick from here. Otherwise I'd say the current has probably taken us away from our entry portal and the nuts might not open it on this side anyway so we might as well just swim 'up', preferably following any bubbles which escape from our little shell here."

On that thought Kadar takes a closer look (search) around to search for anything interesting, after all air-pockets on ooze are rarely un-inhabited for long and a former inhabitant might have left something interesting.

Linji watches the mephit's escape and the consequent torrent with only peripheral interest, but then snaps into action. With a quick flip, Linji points to the door on the "cieling" (as the temporal subjectivity only remind him of "home").

"Bwimb's tears will down us all! Be bceoming to the House's Gate!"

Linji then attempts to run up the walls (believing in subjective gravity and all) -tumbling really like a ball over mud, rather than running through the muck.

Zhegre comes to the realization, and nearly smacks himself. . o O (My architect uncle would have laughed me out of the room by now. That's not a roof, it's a floor! The room's upside down!)

"Da, d- I mean, right," he says to Kadar. "Looks like ewents are making our decision for us." He measures off a few yards of rope from Kadar and ties a loop around his right wrist. "I think Linji is on to something, though -- that door might lead to safer room. We seem to be standing on roof of rather nice room, upside down."

Thus tied off, he looks over at Linji's efforts -- hopefully, checking out whether there's safety on the other side of that door. If it's stuck or has nothing but ooze on the other side, he figures, there's unlikely to be any harm in trying. Heck, it might be a portal.

Kadar allows himself to be bouyed up by the ooze (but tries hard to make sure his head doesn't dip under) while he waits for the others to lash themselves onto the rope.

(swim check if necessary)

(no problem at all, in fact Kadar'll join you in the climbing attempt if we're moving that way)

M`rek

M`rek holds on to Kadar`s hand reduces himself to the size of a small cat...he then says:

Well now, why just you throw me towards the portal, once there I´ll tie my rope in it and it will grow back to its normal thickness!!
(casts reduce person)

(assuming I can throw M'rek I've treated him as a normal sized, improvised weapon)