Me? ME? Well, sh**.
"Of course, Grilnik, though strength of arm is not my forte."
Brynn pushes against the door ineffectually.
And a second time:
"Perhaps together?" she suggests, pushing together with Grilnik this time...
"Anyone else wish to try?" Brynn asks, backing up to allow someone stronger through.
Vors jumps in to help push.
"Let me get this together."
She slides in beside Vors and gives a mighty lift.
"Oh, wonderful, Vors! You're so strong!" Brynn exclaims after Vors easily pushes in the door on his first try.
"After you," Brynn finishes as she moves to the back of the line again.
She keeps her bow out and ready.
Each of you taking your turns smacking into this door. Vors gets some good traction on the floor and with a good push. BAM the door loosens and swings open.
There can be little doubt what purpose this chamber once served. The dank room stores an ancient rack, fanciful brazen bull, an iron maiden, a cauldron, iron chairs with sharp edges and cruel protuberances, and a wooded table apon which sits various implements of torture. A bronze plaque affixed to the western wall depicts a crowing rooster above crossed spears. Underneath the spear, a short phrase is inscribed. "Confessions Cleanses the Soul- Pain Clarifies the Mind".
With Vors final push into the room he takes a small step into the room.
As you enter the room you feel the following thoughts enter your mind. "Wow, I am sure tired. I better take a rest in one of the chairs provided." You will move to the chair and sit. When you sit it has sharp blades that stab into you. [dice=damage]1d4[/
A small Raven appears sitting on one of the higher stones protruding on the wall, like a small perch.
It looks toward all of you, "Greetings, fine citizens of our glorious empire! So good to have visitors, though I fear I have no refreshments to offer. I assume you are here for the treasure. Well, I'd be happy to assist, provided that you give me what I require! It has been so long since I was able to ply my trade. I require only that each of you shed your life's blood in this room. Simply take a seat in one of my lovely chairs."
It then sits there staring at each of you expectantly.
Brynn only barely gets back to the rear of the group when she hears voices.
Someone's alive down here?
On edge, since the last thing that spoke tried to kill Vors, she nocks an arrow onto her bowstring and moves closer... after the others check it out first.
"If you want to talk us into hurting ourselves, then talk to the hammer!"
Grilnik moves towards the raven, swinging his longhammer.
"Oh, wonderful, Vors! You're so strong!" Brynn exclaims after Vors easily pushes in the door on his first try.
"After you," Brynn finishes as she moves to the back of the line again.
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"Wow, I am sure tired. I better take a rest in one of the chairs provided."
Vors sits down in the chair and takes..
The half-orc immediate gets back up and realizes he was been mentally attacked again, and proceeds to shoot out another string of curses in both Taldane and Orc.
Hearing combat break out, Brynn scurries back into the room's doorway and fires off a shot at the talking raven.
What the heck? Oh, whatever. Let's kill the weird thing...
"Oh.. a talking bird!"
"You want us to what? No"
If the little bird comes close or she can reach it she swings away.
Init order:
Brynn
Imp
All PCs
As soon as Vors sits down, everyone dives into action. Brynn shoots an arrow right into the Raven's body. As soon as it hits the bird seems to give off a ton of tiny feathers and in a flash it is not a small little leathery creature. The arrow seems to strike its skin and bounce off a bit. Something is resisting it.
Everyone runs in, but the creature seems to be able to act first. Diving down at Bethany.
"HA!! I got you!" With a slash of its scorpion like tail.
When the sting strikes you feel it inject something into you.
Fort save/roll dex damage each round for 6 rounds if inflicted
Everyone else up
Grilnik Gives it a huge smack with his hammer. It seems to bounce off its skin a bit, though you can tell you did damage.
Bethany, after feeling it strike you you reach up with your Earthbreaker and give it a good smack in the face. Again, it seems to resist some aspect of the strike, but you seem to daze it a bit with your strike.
It is looking a bit bloody and hurt
With the final hit from Bethany the Imp shrieks "Please, I beg of you! Spare me. I have information! Yes! Information. Stop hitting me with hammers! All I wanted was to continue my work! If you stop hitting me I can give you a secret password!"
"How do we know you're not lying?" Brynn calls back at the weird little talking bird.
Seems to be telling the truth... We should kill it anyway.
verik thinks about what he knows about imps.
but he cant seem to recall anything... he makes note to study this when he next has time.
It is possible the imp is a familiar. he says, although what i know of devils is that they often lie, and when they dont it's through gilded promises they dont intend to keep... Verik says, staying back, not wanting the imp to get to him before he can put it down with a well placed spell.
"Familiar, yes! I am! Master long gone, I give more info if you put down those weapons. I wanted to just continue our work!"
The imps body seems to heal itself a bit. But it has it stinger down and arms up. As far as you can tell its telling the truth.
Do not listen! Imp, i dont trust you, i know your kind... the second you have a chance your oft to stab us in the back! he growls. keep your weapons drawn, if it intends to give us information it will have to do so with us ready to kill it!
At Verik's words, Brynn keeps her bow up and ready to fire.
"You keep talking about work. What work?"
Grilnik keeps both hands on his hammer, though he lowers it a few inches.
"Well, Torture of course! My master and I would torture all the people! It was great. It's been so long without it. Such a bummer.. And look I see you and all your weapons still pointed at me.. No secret password without your word you wont hurt me!"
"Give us the secret password or we WILL hurt you," Brynn counters, sounding uncharacteristically cold.
"How do we know you're not lying?"
Bethan looks from the hammer to the Imp. "I might have a way to insure it. He lies I hit?"
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No secret password without your word you wont hurt me!
"When my dad had problems with workers he said he found what both want. How about this. You come with us and give us the password. Once were in no hitting and you leave. If it doesn't work... you met my brothers hammer I think."
Verik hisses, If we're gonna trust it to do anything, first I must ask to keep it away from me! I've never trusted outsiders, always plotting and scheming, hence why I never studied the arts of Conjuration.
"Um", questions Vors, "what is this secret password and why should be care? For all we know, the password is the one Queen Abrigal uses to access her imperial privy".
The half-orc steps forward, rapier in hand. "Let's just kill him."
"Password! Password is used in another room in dungeon. I hear master talk about it. I have been here so long. I hear lots of things. I can help.. Deal? Deal!?"
"We're not actually going to let this thing go, are we?" Brynn asks with genuine curiosity. "It just admitted it loves torturing people!"
"I'm just glad it isn't up to something bigger. You want us to let you go, devil? Go to hell."
Grilnik punctuates his sentence by swinging his hammer.
"Yeah! That chair hurt, f#<ker!"
Apparently not! These people are confusing.
Brynn swiftly casts a spell and fires an arrow at the imp.
"Ow! FINE! We talked long enough to heal anyway.. Find me now, idiots"
As He goes to cast invisibility he provokes an attack from all of you. A swift hit from Grillnik, Vors, and Bethany brings it down. It twitches on the floor, dead.
Grilnik can detect another secret door to the left of the exit to this room.
Verik chuckled. well... It was easy enough to find you... he says, poking through dead imp with his staff.
Grilnik surveys the room.
"Heh, I think I found another door. I wonder if the imp was going to show it to us."
"Anyone injured?" Grilnik looks at Vors "Oh right."
Grilnik sheaths his longhammer on his back and touches Vors while saying a prayer.
"Feel better?"
Grilnik sheaths his longhammer on his back and touches Vors while saying a prayer.
"Feel better?"
"Ahh. Thanks."
Brynn wanders into the torture room, bow ready in case of more trouble. She raises an eyebrow in distaste at the many painful looking devices scattered throughout the room and looks around.
This place is horrible. I shouldn't be here.
When she gets to the spiked chair Vors sat in she remarks aloud, "Ouch. You alright?"
When she gets to the dead, squished corpse of the imp she pokes at the pile of gore with her boot. "Nicely done," she remarks aloud to Grilnik, Bethany and Vors.
At the sight of Grilnik healing Vors and Bethany she pats Grilnik on the shoulder. "What would we do without you, Grilnik?" she asks with a smile. "Thank your god for us."
After that, Brynn stands alert in the room, ready to move on when the others lead the way.
Bethany squats by the creatrue and flips it over to look at both sides.
"What an intresting little thing. Welp, its dead now."
Bethany, you feel something in your body stiffening your joints and you start to feel rather sluggish.
"Guys, I feel pretty sluggish after that. I might need a nap or something."
Normally someowhat graceful Bethany's movements are suddenly uncoordinated and tentative.
Vors quickly steps up and holds the tiny woman in his arms.
"Oh $h!t, Grilnik, what happened?!"
"Yeah, you don't look so good," Brynn agrees.
Grilnik finally notices Beth's injury and tries to squeeze some of the poison out.
"If anyone else gets poisoned, I'd like to point out that I don't just treat sports injuries."
Forgetting his own issues for a minute, Vors made a shocked look on his face as he held Bethany.
"Did you all hear that? A dwarf..made a joke! A bad one, but it still counts!"
"The only joke around here is the imp."
Grilnik eyeballs the plaque and the equipment in the room.
"Anyone think we should grab anything form this room before we go up top to get Bethany some proper treatment?"
Grilnik runs to bethany who is starting to look sluggish and somewhat lethargic. He sees the injection site of the poison and is able to quickly apply a bit of pressure and energy in just the right way to help her body naturally stop the spread of the poison.
As Grilnik is looking around the room his eyes briefly stop on the plaque. It reads: Confession Cleanses the Soul - Pain Clarifies the Mind. It looks like it might weigh 50 pounds and is 2.5 feet in diameter. Though it is made of some kind of metal and might be worth something to someone.