Tavlor whispers to Lissa, "I don't like this place either." He follows the group inside.
Úlf sighs, shaking his head as the group slowly begins to file into the house. Opting to stay outside and stand watch, he takes up watch near the front of the house, trying to keep his eyes and ears open to anything that might be approaching the run-down shack.
Zaladrel stays a pace from the house walking a light patrol, or simply pacing depending on your perspective. As Ulf takes a position outside the hut, the elf merely nods to him. I pray this ends up being a small event of no note...
Though she doesn't like the idea, Omara will go into the hut with the others.
With four of you in the cramped and dirty central room the hut groans alarmingly..Inside it is totally neglected dust thick on the warped floorboards and indeed on every other flat surface, mold starting to creep up the walls.
"It doesn't look like anyone is still living here."
Perception:
Runa looks over to Tavlor and says, in a hushed tone, "Sometimes the sprit lives on in the place evil was worked. Let us hope that this is not such a place"
Runa calls out in a voice slightly louder than a whisper, "Nechcem, aby priestupok. Prial by som si len, aby sa nič nebezpečného bolo ponechané tu. Nechceme vyzerať, že vás budím, sestra."
I do not mean to trespass. I wish only to ensure nothing dangerous has been left here. We do not look to wake you, sister.
Map update..apologies for the crudity
It is the centre door to the north that Tofa leads you to.
Fetishes hang from the ceiling of the back room again covered in mold some even have sheets of fungus hanging from them as the marsh reclaims the shack..it's obvious no-one has lived here for some time.
Runa follows the fox across the room and through the north door, keping her eyes open for anything out of place.
Úlf casts a quick glance backward into the house as the four other members of their group wander through it, then turns his eyes back to the forest, keeping his eyes open for any movement or signs of activity.
Ulfs eyes are drawn by what seems to be movement in the bushes to the east off the hut..
Runa notes a number of Rat tracks in the dust on the floor.
Úlf's grip tightens on his axe and he looks over to Zaladrel, gesturing to the bushes to the side of the hut where a flash of movement seemed to catch his eye.
Runa continues into the room, following Tofa, and whispers back to the others, pointing at the tracks.
"It would sem this place has been long abandoned. Vermin have begun to infest it!"
"Okay. Thereisnobodyhere. Let'smoveon," says Omara, to no one in particular. She turns to leave the hut.
"I'm with Omara on this one. Rats can have the place," Lissa says nervously to Runa.
After securing Zaladrel's attention and gesturing to the movement he saw in the bushes, he looks around at his feet, trying to locate a fair-sized rock that he can pick up and heave into the bushes where the motion originated from.
Runa nods to the others. "I understand your feelings. But this person was a practitioner of my craft. I must make sure nothing dangerous has been left behind. Like the fireworks from that old ship, creatures could find something here that might make them a threat to Sandpoint. If you wish to leave, I cannot stop you, but I will be a few more moments as I examine the place. That is all I ask."
"I will stay with you, Runa. Hopefully nothing will jump out and pound me into the ground this time." He smiles at his companions.
"I'll not leave you by yourself, but I just don't like the idea of taking unnecessary detours." Lissa continues to look nervously over her shoulder, as if expecting an attacker to leap out at her at any moment.
Omara only makes it a few steps toward the door before stopping. She has no intention of leaving her companions alone in here, but she really doesn't like this place. She turns around and with a smile says, "Well, I would look like a horse's backside if I left now. So, do what you need to do."
Strength check
Runa pushes on the door and again the swollen wood protests as it moves from within it's frame.The young witch finds herself looking into what appears to be the remnants of an alchemical laboratory.
Perception rolls for all 4 off you and Tofa please
Zaladrel watches Ulf's gesrure then looks to the brush line.
Lissa looks into the room, squinting her eyes to see better in the dim lighting of the shack.
:
Perception:
Zaladrel peers into the bushes but cannot see what Ulf is indicating.
Inside you get a moments warning before 4 large rats scuttle from the shadows.
Round 1
Omara 22
Ulf 11
Zaladrel 9+
Lissa 9
Dire Rats 6
Tavlor 5+
Runa 5
No surprise..straight into normal combat rounds.
Omara will move to put herself between the rats and her companions, if possible. She will attack the first rat that gets close enough.
From all round you
Whispering sharply to the large Ulfen, Ulf, I see nothing. Where is this threat?
"Ack! Filthy vermin!" Tavlor appears startled as he points a finger at a rat no one has hit and casts Magic Missile.
Damage:
Úlf frowns at the non-reaction from the bushes, looking to Zaladrel. "Don't know. Thought I saw something...eyes could be playing tricks on me. he answers.
Lissa jumps as she sees the rats spring from the shadows. The words to the summoning spell spill out of Lissa's mouth almost before she knows what she's saying.
"Confn ekess sia aso rekisix di mitne!"
Lissa rapidly moves her hands through the intricate motions of the summoning spell, the runes appearing on the floor before the nearest oncoming vermin. Beams of light coalesce from the runes and form into a tiny white cindersnake. The newly summoned serpent strikes out at the oncoming rat with venom dripping from its fangs.
The Snake hits
Omara wounds her target which twists aside from a more grievious wound
Runa gestures at one of the rats and calls forth her power.
"Søvn"
On the outside...
Ulf is blissfully unaware of the combat going on inside.
On the inside...
Omara wounds her rat.
Lissa's Viper hits for I point of non lethal damage and the rat takes Con Damage this round
The rats strike at each off you except for the one attacked by the viper which goes for its attacker.
Omara Miss
Viper Miss
Tavlor Hit Damage
Runa Hit Damage
Rat Will Save
Tavlor steps back from his assailant and strikes it with a Magic Missile which staggers the Rat.Runa fails to send her Rat to sleep.
Omara will attempt to finish off the rat attacking her.
Zaladrel will continue to walk the area near the bushes and try to spot anything that might have alarmed Ulf.
"Confn forth de wer Treskri di Edar batobot svabolen sho'vothic!" The well-rehearsed syllables spill from Lissa's mouth as she reaches her hand through the veil between worlds into the Great Beyond. She grabs a glob of primordial acid and hurls it at the rat attacking her serpent.
Meanwhile, Lissa's viper continues to strike at the rat with its heavenly-blessed fangs.
"OW! Stupid rat!." Seeing Lissa's acid splash at her rat, he sends a bit at his own. "Good idea, Lissa! These things shouldn't be much of a problem."
Touch Attack:
Damage:
Outside
Zaladrel begins to walk towards the bushes but hen he picks up the sounds of a scuffle inside the hut.
Inside.
Omara Misses
Lissa's acid splash falls short.
The Viper strikes again for another point of nonlethal
Rat Fort Save against DC 11 poison
Saves..no poison damage this round. DC reverts to 9
Omara Miss
Viper Miss
Tavlor Hit damage
Runa Miss
Tavlor utters another curse and hops back a step again before delivering an acid splash that sails past his target and lands to sputter on the floor.
Runa attempts to strike the rat attacking her with her mace, while Tofa flanks the beast and tries to take a bite out of it.
Ok...i hate these 'luck' rats LOL
Round 3
Omara 22
Ulf 11
Zaladrel 9+
Lissa 9
Dire Rats 6
Tavlor 5+
Runa 5
Omara will attempt to finish off the rat attacking her.
Omara does indeed Skewer her rat.
Ulf, our friends are in danger! Zaladrel points at the hut with his sword for emphasis.
[/ooc]Ill wait for Ulf before I post an action[/ooc]
Hearing Zaladrel's shout, Úlf turns to the cabin and breaks into a short sprint towards it, slowing when he reached the cabin door and entering the dilapidated shack at a fast walk, not wanting to wind up breaking through the rotted floor and making himself about as useless as he could, as fast as he dares move heading towards the sound of the fighting.