Round 86 Transcript

At bathroom in a New York high rise penthouse suite, the pressure shifts from waiting to immediate risk. The ward answers the party's presence with a fresh pulse through the stone and no one can mistake it for safety. The nearest sign of danger is now structural collapse imminent. Someone has to answer that change now.

Jeane watched the floor shift beneath her feet with each pulse from the wardstone below. The barrier spell flared white-hot, straining against the building's collapsing structure. "This floor won't hold much longer," she called out, voice tight. "We need to move everything we can against that door and brace it. Now." Her eyes locked on Hera cowering in the corner. "Hera—you're not useless here. Get up and help me drag this wardrobe across."

The cleric flinched but didn't move. Jeane's patience frayed. "Move your ass," she snarled, demonic nature bleeding into her tone. The walls groaned ominously around them. "Or we all die together when this building comes down."