Chapter Six: The Muster of Caltlikrath

Mordred's arrow vanishes into the smoke, missing the priest.

Zangua, are you trying to use your glaive to make the cabinet move/fall in front of the priest?

Are you planting the glaive in the cabinet and leaving it behind? Sorry, just trying to be totally clear here...

Zangua jams his glaive into the cabinet and runs for it. Domarc shoos him and Leth up the stairs while he stays at the bottom. Aeron sits up slowly from his recumbent pose, half on the ground and half leaning against the cabinet, the interdicting polearm speared through his robe. The joists are burning well now, and chunks of burning wood are falling to the ground along with the rats, filling the basement up with caustic smoke.

You're the show, Domarc!

Happy New Year everybody, game will resume later this week!

Domarc casts Fireball into the burning basement, centering the blast on the priest. As the raging ball of flame explodes into being, searing winds buffet the party as they make their way back up to the ground floor.

Smoke is filling the priest's quarters. The main room of the holy house is choked with flame and smoke, made exponentially worse by the addition of Domarc's Fireball. There's a small shuttered window high up on the wall, but the only other exit is through the main room and out the front door.

Exiting the holy house through the main entrance will require an Athletics check in order to stay on the remaining support beams and avoid weak or missing floorboards.

Zangua charges through the inferno. He nearly slips as his ankle rolls on a smoldering beam that sags under his weight, but he springs to the door and falls through it, shoulder-first, tumbling out into the clean air.

Zangua catches a fleeting glimpse of the crowd gathered around the burning holy house as he quickly doubles back, ducking low and covering his face against the black smoke billowing out of the open door.

nooooooooooo