Ilya, nodding, tries her newly obtained key on the door.
The door unlocks, revealing a wide hallway beyond that leads to other doors.
Health Status
Yirrik (9 damage, -1 STR)
Ilya
Perfire
Wymond
Yirrik moves forward cautiously, his eyes scanning, his ears straining and is 'feels' feeling for weirdness in the rock...
He pauses before the first set of doors, if he gets that far...
Yirrik senses noth amiss as he proceeds to the first door.
Perfire follows behind Yirrick and stops just inside the doorway, giving the ranger a wide berth. Don't want to get caught in falling rocks
While Yirrik works to secure the passageway Perfire hopes to pass the time with his companions 'Any thoughts as to who or what put the spire here in the first place? Or why we've only found stairs down in what appears to be a tower?'
Wymond shrugs.
"Yer better off askin' Yirrik that question, honestly. Most of my life has been the farmstead an' protectin' it. Fer me, the Spire was somethin' that had monsters innit that'd occasionally come out lookin' fer a villager or bandit to snack on. Perhaps if we fight enough down here there'll be less monster attacks in the woods and on the roads near here. This is the River Kingdoms, though, so there'll always be more."
He sniffs a bit and sighs. Triath rubs his snout against Wymond's free hand in an encouraging way.
"Yer right. That's why Erastil picked me. World's like a field, an' wicked folk are like the weeds. And I'm the man the gods send to mow down those weeds so the rest of the field can grow safely."
'I always wanted to tend a garden.' Perfire replies. 'I wonder if we can find a way to explore the upper portion from the outside. It didn't look very climbable from what I saw.'
"We'd have to deal with Grulk first," Wymond comments.
Perfire approaches the checked door and checks to see if it's locked. 'Wymond, want to come take a look inside this door?' He calls back to the paladin.
It doesn't seem locked.
Wymond obliges and takes a look in the door.
This large room has a wide hole in the center of its floor. A heavy, welded steel ladder descends straight down from the lip of this shaft. The extent and depth of the space below are concealed behind the many crisscrossing, whitish-gray spider webs filling the pit.
"Blast," Wymond curses as he sees what lays before him.
"More webs. That means more spiders. Might wanna get that club ready again, Perry."
Yirrik leans in and takes in the pit, webs and ladder.
Looking a little green, he suggests, "Perhaps we leave investigating that room till later? "
Perfire rubs his club arm and watches as Yirrik gazes into the abyss. 'That seems wise, I don't know if I can handle another of those monstrosities.'
Wymond nods grimly.
"I wouldn't consider myself scared of spiders, but I sure can say after today I don't like 'em."
"I suppose there's spiders and then there's spiders. Here," she touches Yirrik's shoulders, and some of his wounds mend with golden light.
Health Status
Yirrik (4 damage, -1 STR)
Ilya
Perfire
Wymond
Wymond looks to Yirrik.
"You feel up to clearing out this room, Yirrik?"
Yirrik sighs as Ilya's healing magic washes over him, "Ah, than you ,dear."
Rolling his shoulders and doing a couple of deep knee bends, Yirrik declares, "I think so, Wy. Fit as a fiddle, and all that! "
He places his lantern on the floor at the door, light shining in. Then he takes out a torch, lights it and begins to pass it back and forth, igniting the webs that hang about in the room.
He advances slowly, keeping an eye on the pit...
Yirrik hears a faint scratching noise that quickly fades, perhaps to his right. Then he perceives that the webs are so thick that getting to the ladder or another door is going to be impossible without first clearing a path, either by hacking or burning his way through.
Taking Yirrik's queue, Perfire floats his torch back and forth through the webbing to clear as much as he can in the area around the door.
"Stand back!" Wymond cautions as Perfire and Yirrik get to work on the webs.
Yirrik looks back at the others, "There is something in here, over that way. I think..." he says, motioning towards his right.
He continues to attempt to burn away the nearby tendrils of webbing, commenting, "There's alot of web in here...".
He draws his sword, with his other hand...just in case.
Seeing their friends move forward, Wymond inches forward, waving Ilya after him.
"May wanna cover yer mouth. Burnin' webs'll probably make a lot of smoke."
The burning proceeds apace and it does indeed get smoky.
Wymond coughs and looks to Yirrik and Perfire.
"We *cough* going into that pit?"
Yirrik waves his sword around trying to disperse the smoke somewhat as he slowly makes his way aroundt the pit towards the other door on the other side of the room ( directly opposite the entrance ).
Wymond moves to stay close to Yirrik, as his reinforcements.
As Yirrik and Wymond make their way to the far door, a huge fat spider bursts out of the webbing to attack!
Initiative Rolls
INITIATIVE ORDER:
Perfire
Spider
Wymond
Yirrik
Ilya
Perfire, seeing Yirrik once again set-upon by an assaulting arachnid steps further into the room and begins using his torch to increase the available space behind his friends in case they need to escape.
'You two take care of it, I'll try to make some space for you.
"Knew it!" Wymond says gruffly as he readies his bardiche.
The spider rears back and sprays Wymond with sticky strands, enmeshing the paladin in a web that settles over his body and armor, holding him.
INITIATIVE ORDER:
Perfire
Spider
Wymond (webbed)
Yirrik
Ilya
Holding his torch aloft to keep the spider at bay, he lunges forward trying to stick it with his sword...
Ilya hurries along the northern side of the pit, sword and shield in hand, making her way to the spider.
"Not again!" Wymond cries, his voice muffled by the web as he struggles to free himself.
Perfire steps up and attempts to help Wymond free himself.
Wymond rips part of the webbing away from his mouth and manages a "Thank te kindly, mate!" before spitting some cobweb out in disgust.
Yirrik stabs the loathesome spider, which hisses in anger and bubbles in pain. Sadly, Perfire and Wymond working together are not enough to burst the paladin's bonds.
The spider scuttles backwards a few feet up the webbing until it is out reach and them weaves its forelimbs in a hypnotic pattern... and a few of the webs around you begin to exude a thin mist which rapidly becomes thicker and thicker until you can no longer see!
Everyone, go!
INITIATIVE ORDER:
Perfire
Spider
Wymond (webbed)
Yirrik
Ilya
"What kind of freaky spider is this?!" Wymond exclaims as he struggles to get free.
Perfire, seeing that the spider has backed off, retrieves an alchemist's fire from his pack and takes aim at the spider. He hurls the vial at the arachnid while crossing his fingers, hoping to avoid a disaster.
'I could try to burn you out' Perfire says to Wymond as he admires his handy-work.
"I'm not a troll, Perry!"
"Ah! What a clever critter! "0 Yirrick exclaims, his admiration evident, "We won't be able to find it in this muck, let's get Wy out of those webs and retreat back to the other corridor."
He then moves his torch to burn away some of the webs holding Wymond.
Perfire blinks back a fantasy of flames and competency and reassesses the plight of his companions and himself. He reaches out a hand to his abandoned torch and begins waving it at the webbing around his small form, careful to avoid Wymond.
'I'll try to keep it off of you, break out if you can'
"What do you bloody think I've been TRYING to do, Perry?!" Wymond exclaims.