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Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Fort: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 2 = 18

Jorgan's oozing wound naturally lets out the poison and he stands back up straight, feeling a bit better. He then heals some of his wounds.

clw: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

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A large circular stone disk stands in the eastern wall of the room, surrounded by a circle of dwarven runes. Three more runes are carved on the face of the disk. The great disk is flush with the wall and has no visible hinges or handles. Written in Dwarven the runes around the perimeter of the disk read Rest here until mine sons touch upon thy blessings. The three runes in the center read Loyalty, Duty and Strength.

Is that the "door"?

Jorgan shakes the ichor from his fabulous mustache and stares at the runes. "Are we supposed to turn the disk then? So which way do they go then? All are important virtues to a dwarf and I don't see how any one is better than the others."


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

"Balls!" Kraygan pats out the cinders on his beard. "This keeps up and I won't have mug beard left fer Torgan to come after."

Recovering his sword and bow, he snatched the amulet from Wren. "Wha's this? An amulet of knuckle sandwiches? Har!"

Hanging it around his next, he looks to the circular disk on the wall. "Umlo, yer part o' this fam'ly.. Maybe it'll open at yer touch." He taps the runes with a stubby finger.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Torgan quietly smiles as Kray's beard sizzles. "Mmm... another disciple of the fiery beard is slowly being born. He must be shaved..." he remarks quietly.

As they come to the door, Torgan looks at it, trying to discern how it works.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 11 + 2 = 32

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren offers the dwarves the two halves of the stone map, figuring that they might help. He goes back to inspecting the webs and dead for things of interest.

Cast Detect Magic.

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Kraygan wrote:
He taps the runes with a stubby finger.

Sure you want to tap the runes? Which rune do you want to tap? :)

Wren detects little more in the ways of magic about the room until he comes to the door. The entire door seems to radiate transmutation magic.

Inspecting the door Torgan is having a difficult time telling exactly how to open it but between himself and Wren's magic they can definitely tell that it seems to be magically trapped against any would be tomb robbers.

DC 15 Knowledge Religion; Worshippers of Torag receive a +10:
You seem to recall that each of Torag's children are associated with each of the values listed in Dwarven. Torag's three children are Grundinnar (Loyalty); Kols (Duty); and Trudd (Strength).


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Kraygan taps the rune for Strength.

I said it, and Kraygan just isn't the most wise or cautious of dwarves...

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As Kraygan taps the rune he turns to Umlo and seems to say the wrong trigger word as the rune glows a fiery red. In the same instant Kraygan lurches to the ground holding his forehead as smoke begins to rise from it.

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Screaming Kraygan releases his hands from his forehead revealing a rune branded right in the center of his forehead. The rune is a dwarven word for Thief.

Fort save DC 16 negates Greater Brand

Anyone so branded with the rune takes a –4 penalty on all Charisma-based checks when dealing with dwarves

Player Status:

Ingrahild
Torgan
Wren (39/43)
Jorgan (64/66; -1 Dex)
Kraygan (54/65)
Umlo 56/60 hp; -1 Str)


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Fort + Dwarven bonus: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 13 + 2 = 27

"Anyone smell bacon?" Kraygan asks as smoke begins to curl up from his head "Arggh!"

Reeling away from the trapped disc, he grabs at his bottles and splashes some beer on his face, mitigating the damage enough to prevent a permanent mark.

"That stings! What's with all the fire lately? Jorgan, kin ye hit me with that wand?"

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren chortles as Kraygan reacts. Unsure if the smell of smoke is the trap or the result of Torgan's trying to think, Wren comes over to help.

1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32 Know (religion)

Wren just laughs as he sees what is going on, saying nothing yet. He gives the dwarves a bit of time more before offering a hint.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Torgan watches the group, unwillingly to do anything as the disciple of the Fiery Beard acts. "Are ye feelin' ok, Kray?" asks the crazed dwarf.

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What's the plan?

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren elfpalms his face, waiting for the three dwarves to open the door while they collectly slackjaw.

Wren helps as only he can.

"You dwarves *do* know the story of Torag, yes? He's one of *your* gods, yes? And he had three sons? Grundinnar of Loyalty? Kols of Duty? Trudd of Strength? Far be it from me to lecture you on the lore of *your* people, but it seems like there is an easy solution," Wren pedants pedantically as if bored and embarrassed that even knows the information.

Wren steps back again, waiting to see what the dwarves do with the information given.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

"Uhhh... Torag sounds familiar. We heard o' 'im, Jorgan? God of a small rock somewhere, I think." Torgan says, taking on a sage-like hand placement.

"We must present gifts that represent duty, loyalty an' strength. This is the answer, I believe." he surmises.


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12
Torgan Steelkeg wrote:
"Are ye feelin' ok, Kray?"

"Am I ok? That rune jus tried to set my head on fire! Get out one o' those wands and give me a tap. And don't try any funny stuff with me beard!"

Assuming Torgan or Jorgan will heal Kraygan.
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

At Wren's reminder of basic dwarven knowledge, Kraygan squints at him, clearly suspicious. "Everyone knows Torgan had three sons."

Turning back to the disc, he hesitantly reaches out towards the Strength rune again. "This can't be that simple..."

Closing his eyes and flinching away, he says "Trudd?"

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

"I think that spark was tryin' to get your beard, Kraygan. It was a sign for you to remove that symbol from your face. You ancestors know it, why don't you?" Wren comments completely correctly.

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Once again Kraygan touches the symbol for Strength. This time he instead speaks the name of Torag's son. The rune glows a soft blue hue. Not feeling the burning etch-a-sketch on his forehead Kraygan continues on with the remaining runes. As all three glow a soft hue a click is heard as the stone disk begins to slide soundlessly into the surrounding stone wall.

Ingrahild gasps as she quietly begins to giggle with glee. The room beyond reveals tightly spaced pillars that line the wall of a wide chamber that gracefully suspends a vaulted ceiling. Walls ceiling and pillars alike have been cut from the surrounding stone. Centuries of dust cover every surface, and the air is stale. A large translucent panel is set in the center of the floor. On either side a stone door sits inside a low arch.

Over the centuries the glass panel set within the floor has turned a translucent yellow with grime and dust. Taking a moment to wipe away a clean area reveals a view of the Sarcophagus. The sarcophagus has been opened and its lid pushed to the side, offering a glimps of the occupant: A crumpled corpse dressed in a suit of scale mail armor.

DC 20 Perception:
While the view is centered on Nargrym's sarcophagus you also notice a large broken cage in an alcove off to the side. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a flash of movement leaving the room below.

Player Status:

Ingrahild
Torgan
Wren (39/43)
Jorgan (64/66; -1 Dex)
Kraygan (62/65)
Umlo 56/60 hp; -1 Str)

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren nods as the opening goes as he thought it should. He watches from a distance lest more explosions burn more flesh. He does not want it to be his that gets burned when there is plenty of dwarf to go around.

"There you go. Nice work," Wren rasps, drawing his bow again.

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12 Perception

Wren moves up to the door, waiting for the dwarvenhorde to move in.


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Sorry, at a conference this weekend and while the wifi is fine occasionally functional in the room and lobby, it decidedly does not work in the conference area...

Above edited for accuracy after I got disconnected while trying to post. Here goes attempt #2:

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Jorgan holds his hand up for everyone to stop and puts his finger to his lips. He then point through the glass and over to the side where there is a broken cage. He then makes little walking movements with his fingers.

After this he points to the northern door and shrugs before leading everyone in that direction.

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The stone door to the north scrapes as Jorgan opens it. Huge stone panels line the walls of this chamber, each depicting a carved scene, but all of the panels have been damaged or defaced in some way. Hundreds of footptints crisscross the dusty floor. Two doors exit the room to the south.

The damaged and defaced panels seem to have been to pay tribute to Nargrym's life and deeds, carved as images in the wall. The images primarily commemorate Nargrym's battles, but the final panel depicts his tragic betrayal and murder. With many of the panels pieces on the floor it seems as if Nargrym's eyes have been chiseled out in every single image. An engraved bronze plaque above each panel identifies the illustrious deeds with Dwarven titles such as "The Slaying of Drogmalak the Terrible"and "Victory of Hrothbad's Mines". The final plaque is covered in dried fecal matter, rendering the title ineligible. Wiping the fecal matter away reveals the title to be "The Betrayal of Lokmorr".

DC 25 Survival:
Inspecting the tracks on the floor you notice that all of the footprints are identical in size and shape.

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren, taking heed of Jorgan's warning, moves up to the door and casts Detect Magic. He waits a few seconds, slowly scanning for residues of magics from the doorway (both rooms).

"Gimme a moment to check things out. I don't trust this place."

Any auras of note?

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Wren detects no magical auras of note.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren drops his magical sight.

"Figures. This place is as empty as the deeds that built it. Let's move on. I suspect there is nothing here."

Wren waits for the next door to be opened.


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Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Kraygan casts a sideways glare at Wren's comment. "Watch it elf. Nargrym was a great dwarf and talkin ill of him is fightin words."

Turning away, he heads to the next door.

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Kraygan opens the door to the Chamber of Prayers. Four statues of idealized dwarves stand against the walls of this chamber, next to stone fonts. A dusty film covers the fonts, and their basins are inscribd with Dwarven runes. A massive stone panel on the rooms eastern wall bears a bas-relief likeness of a dwarven warrior garbed in a suit of scale mail and wielding an oversized spear. The carved figure is unadorned with the exception of its right hand, which is leafed with silver. The runes on the basins are traditional dwarven blessings

DC 10 Knowledge Religion:
You recognize one of the statues as Torag.

Separate DC 15 Knowledge Religion:
The other three statues are identified as Torag's younger siblings: Anradd, the Forge Fire; Torag's half-sister Dranngvit, the Dwarven Goddess of Vengeance; and Torag's older brother Magrim the Taskmaster, guardian of the Underworld.

DC 15 Knowledge Local:
The bas-relief panel depicts Nargrym Steelhand at the height of his Giantslaying glory.

Moving about he room Kraygan notices that there is a small gap between the stone panel and the eastern wall. It seems as if a secret panel has been left ajar.

You have a secret door to he east and another stone door to the south.

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30 Know (religion)
1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32 Know (religion)
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31 Know (local)

Wren looks around, keeping his insights to himself until they are needed. The last thing he needs is to get yelled at by the Nargrym fan club.

Wren casts Detect Magic, looks around.


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Knowledge Religion (untrained): 1d20 ⇒ 2
Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Oblivious to anything of importance in the prayer room, Kraygan focuses on the secret door. "Look here. Someone's been lurkin about the place and left this open. I say we follow."

Kraygan steps through the secret door.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

"Agreed. Can't let evil run loose in 'ere." Torgan says, moving to the secret door and following Kraygan through it.


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Survival: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Jorgan nods in agreement and follows his brother. He is still trying to keep as quiet as possible, knowing that something is indeed moving about in here, something that was formerly caged.

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Kraygan opens the secret door and the other quickly join him as Wren finds no magical auras within this chamber either. The secret door leads to a long staircase leading further down ending in Nargrym Steelhand's Sepulcher.

Two wide alcoves flank the eastern portion of this room, the floor of which is inlaid with the symbol of an ornate warhammer. Each alcove contains a large iron brazier and is crammed with a variety of baubles and trinkets. Beyond the alcoves, he chamber narrows and a flight of wide steps climb to a vaulted recess. A great stone sarcophagus, its lid pushed to one side, lies in this space beneath a translucent panel in the ceiling above. A smaller alcove stands on either side of the stone coffin. The northern alcove holds a five foot tall iron cage, its bars bent and twisted out of shape, while the southern alcove contains an elaborate iron candelabra covered with drippings of dried purple and red wax, which holds dozens of melted candle stubs.

Dc 10 Knowledge Religion:
The hammer symbol on the floor can be identified as the holy symbol of Torag.

Nargrym Steelhand's remains lie in the within the open sarcophagus. Although the skeletal corpse still wears armor its right hand ends in a stump and his legendary steelhand is nowhere to be seen. A heavy helm lies next to the shattered pieces of the giantslayer's skull.

DC 20 Heal or Perception:
You notice that he dwarves beard seems to have been crudely hacked off and that many of the bones are damaged and even display tooth marks. Even more disturbing, all of these injuries were made post-mortem.

In the large north-eastern alcove of the room lies a rolled up rug.

Ingrahild can contain her excitement no longer as she rushes to the side of the tomb in reverence. I can't believe we actually made it here! As Umlo joins her side.

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren stops for a moment, thinking.

"Good thing we have Vandy and the YakBrigade watching the entrance. It would be a shame if something unholy escaped while we left the front door open," Wren reasons away his frets. "Let's just hope they can handle the spider-men if they return as well."

Wren stops walking again.

"Jorgan, you think Vandy is alright, right?"

1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15 Know (Religion)
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17 Perception

Wren casts Detect Magic, examining, but not touching the tomb.


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 ⇒ 17

"Torag's symbol." Kraygan points to the hammer design on the floor and looks at Wren with a smug smile as if he were some sort of scholar who just beat a rival to the punch.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Scratching his beard, he glances about, trying to to look to much at the baubles and trinkets, and treasure.

"Well...now what?"


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

"Somebody's hacked at his beard! What treachery!" Jorgan whispers but then his face goes white. "And they've been gnawing at his bones too! I think we've found our restless dead...."

Jorgan takes out his scimitar to be ready for anything as he absentmindedly replies to Wren, "Wha... oh, yeah, they can handle a spider-dwarf, I'm sure of that. It's the undead thing lurking around here I'm more worried about. Let's quick upstairs to make sure it didn't slip past us though."

Jorgan leads the charge back upstairs to the room that hasn't been checked yet.

If there is nothing (un)living there, he will rush back to the entrance to check on the animals.

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so
Jorgan Steelkeg wrote:
"Somebody's hacked at his beard! What treachery!" Jorgan whispers but then his face goes white.

Wren nods knowingly at Torgan.

"See? We told you. We piddlespottingly told you," Wren says, his visions confirmed yet again. "You should be cutting your beards off. They are a symbol of his power."

Wren follows along, still shaking his head at the foolishness of the bearded ones.

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Wren scans the room and finds a number of items. On Nargrym himself he finds:

  • A set of scale mail that seems to be crafted from the pried fingernails of hill giants.

    DC 22 Spellcraft:
    Giant's Nail Scale Mail- This thick coat of +2 scale mail is crafted from waxy
    scales of varying sizes with a sickly, jaundiced color—the
    grime-stained fingernails of dead hill giants. Any
    creature of the giant subtype who comes
    within 30 feet of giant’s nail scale mail
    must succeed at a DC 16 Will save or
    take a –4 penalty on attack rolls and
    saving throws for 1d4 rounds. This ability
    functions as a gaze effect. It is a mindaffecting
    fear effect, but it does not stack
    with other fear effects to create stronger
    fear conditions. A giant who succeeds at the
    saving throw is immune to this effect for 24
    hours. If a giant rolls a natural 20 on its saving
    throw, it becomes enraged by the sight of the
    armor. The giant gains the effects of the rage
    spell for 1d4 rounds and is compelled to attack
    the armor’s wearer for the duration of this effect.

Wren also finds magical auras radiating from within the rolled up rug.

Not finding anything alive or undead Jorgan gets worried and begins to rush back upstairs to find the secret door now shut and it seems to now be locked.

A faint tapping sound is hear from the glass panel above.

If you look up at the glass panel:
You see a crazed looking dwarf who taps on the glass panel with the blunt end of a large spear. More of the grime is scraped away revealing little more than the dwarven face and large spear being held in a steel hand. You lock eyes with the dwarf and feel an unnerving hatred and agonizing menace emanate from him. His red beard is unkempt and patchy from centuries of neglect.

DC 13 Fort save or take 4 drain to Str; Con; and Cha
Str / Con / Cha Drain: 1d4 ⇒ 4

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 14 + 2 = 25 Spellcraft

1d2 ⇒ 2 high is good/ignore

Wren focuses on the auras from the disgusting nailed armor assuming one of the dwarves is doing the tapping.

"Wow, what a find this is. Giant's fingernails. That's what we've found. Magical giant's nails. No, not giant snails, but giant's fingernails made into armor. How...how...dwarven," Wren says, finally finding the right word.

Wren finally focuses on the rug.

"One of you want to unroll that rug? I think there is something therein."

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Chicken! hehe :)


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Fort: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Jorgan looks around at the sound of tapping. "There he is!" he says, pointing at the glass. "Is that the beard you been warning us about? That or I think we found the numskull they locked down here and he doesn't look happy...."


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Fort save: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17 +2 if dwarven bonus applies

"Ach! That's one ugly b@asterd!" Kraygan exclaims upon catching an eyeful of the dwarf above. Averting his gaze he moves up to the sarcophagus and prepares to smash the glass panel.

Can we reach it from below? If not, I'll activate righteous might from Uskroth's Armor if being large gets me within reach.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

"Tha' armor makes me sick lookin' at it." Torgan says, sneering a bit, choosing to investigate the rug as his kin takes care of the uggo in the glass.

He grabs the rug and quickly unfurls it with a single flick of the wrists.

Thinking about the fact that the dwarf above is on glass, Torgan says offhandedly to Kraygan. "Just bash th' glass with yer lance. He'll get 'ere right quick."

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

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The ceiling (Glass panel) is 50 feet up.

As the group determines how to make it to the crazed dwarf Torgan grabs an end of the rugs and gives it a whip, unfurling it. Yellow mold spores fly into the air creating a toxic dust cloud 10 feet out from the rug.

Torgan- Need a DC 15 Fort save or take 1d3 Con damage. Another DC 15 Fort save is required once per round for the next 5 rounds, to avoid taking additional 1d3 Con damage each round. A successful Fort save ends the effect.

As the yellow dust falls Torgan finds all kinds of items rolled into the rug.

  • Bronze abacus w/ hematite beads (600 gp)
  • Large drinking horn engraved w/ entwining oak leaves and silver inlays (135 gp)
  • Ivory measuring rod w/ carved dwarven numbers (25 gp)
  • Obsidian statuette of a female fire giant (250 gp)
  • Wooden box containing eight bronze measuring weights carved to resemble squatting goblins (130 gp)
  • Clay vase on an iron stand sculpted to look like a coiled dragon (65 gp)
  • A pair of fur-covered boots.
    DC 20 Spellcraft:
    Boots of the Winterlands

  • Three chunks of Azurite (18 gp total)
  • Golden yellow Topaz (300 gp)
  • Sack of coins equaling 76 gp (19 ea)

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Looking to clean up the Loot sheet. is the stuff with sell next to it sold off and be deleted?


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

"Walk it off Torgan." Kraygan says to his poisoned cousin. "That creature got out somehow. Must be a trick to it. And if there ain't, then we take a hammer to the door and mine our way out."

Regarding the loot sheet: as far as I can tell everything marked sale is sold.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren steps back, waving his hand in front of his face to avoid breathing in the sickening spores.

"*cough* Shake it that way," Wren says, recoiling from the puffs. He steps back until the spores seem to have settled. "Wait! What creature are you guys talking about?"

Wren looks.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 Fort

When the coast is clear, Wren will ID the boots.

1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 14 + 2 = 18 Spellcraft

"I dunno about these. Probably strong artifacts if I can't read them."

Wren looks for the dwarves to lead the way.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Fortitude: 1d20 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 3 = 15 Sounds like poison, so I'm including the bonus. As I hit the DC on the nose with the bonus, I defer to you in your next post if I need to keep rolling.

Torgan coughs a bit, held together only by his insane dwarven stoutishness. "Walk it off, he says." the dwarf says with a roll of his eyes.

"They look comfy." says the dwarf as he takes off his ratty leather clompers and puts on the fur-lined boots. "They fit perfectly!"

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It is indeed poisonous spores. What's the plan?


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

"Or like Torgan said, bash the glass and bring him to us." Jorgan says.

I'm all for the idea of someone turning large and climbing on something to break the glass. Probably quicker and easier than breaking through the door.


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Tyranius said the glass is 50 feet up. Enlarged atop a 20 foot ladder wouldn't be enough. Kraygan is heading up the steps to try bashing open the secret door.

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren follows Kraygan, assuming the man dwarf has a plan.

"Ayep. Good idea. Or we can try one of the many doors that we still have yet to open," Wren says, pointing to the door.


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Maybe I'm mistaken, but I think the GM meant that the secret door above us, the only door we have access to from the lower crypt, was locked...

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Correct. The glass ceiling is too high up and the evil little dwarf closed the secret door behind you and locked it while you were looking about the room.

Kraygan shoves his way to the top of the stairs and seeing little other way he begins to hack at the door with Gorum's Thorn. Bit by Bit the stone chips away. Seeing it will take hours Wren attempts the locking mechanism and is successful! The stone door slides open without a sound. Peeking his head out of the hole he sees no sign of the mad dwarf that was glanced through the glass.

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