GM Tyranius Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

Torgan will wait to see the outcome of the flame wall and the slimes' reaction.

Rogzul tends more of his wounds as he circles the remaining enemy. As Rogzul gets closer Wren summons a massive wall of fire right on the back end of the creature.

Not sure where exactly you wanted the wall. Where it is now Jorgan will take 1d4 damage. I am assuming you wanted it on the creature or in front of it with the waves going away from Jorgan.

The fire tears through the clays defenses causing it to explode and send acidic shrapnel at Rogzul and Jorgan.

Explosion Damage; Jorgan and Rogzul: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 1) = 8 DC 21 Reflex half

Jorganalso needs to make a DC 20 Fort save or you have the Wormrot

The explosion leaves another slime in it's wake.

Round 4
Rogzul (22/62; Wormrot)- reflex for 4 hp
Kraygan (92/113; DR 5/good)(Haggis 45/66)
Torgan (19/71; Wormrot)(Malt 35/45; Wormrot)
Jorgan (59/75)- reflex for 4
Wren (49/49)
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Benaoihs (Red)
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Not sure where exactly you wanted the wall. Where it is now Jorgan will take 1d4 damage. I am assuming you wanted it on the creature or in front of it with the waves going away from Jorgan.

Sorry. Bad work post. My bad. Was trying for 'a ring of fire with a radius of up to 5 ft./two levels (per spell) around the statue. It should hit the statue/slime as well as it moves out. Yes, the flames would be inward.

As there is a wall of flame, Torgan defers.

Torgan hangs back to watch the spectacle as the ooze mindlessly slithers forth towards Jorgan in an attempt to engulf and consume the dwarf.

The flames lick at the slime and slowly eat away at it.

Jorgan- You have a choice of getting an AoO and being engulfed or a DC 22 reflex save to hop away to an adjacent square.

Round 5
Rogzul (22/62; Wormrot)- reflex for 4 hp
Kraygan (92/113; DR 5/good)(Haggis 45/66)
Torgan (19/71; Wormrot)(Malt 35/45; Wormrot)
Jorgan (59/75)- reflex for 4
Wren (49/49)
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Benaoihs (Red -14)
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Wren waits to see if the dwarves can finish off the slime or if more of his magics are needed.

Kraygan hesitates for a second as the circle of fire springs up, but when the corpse-pudding emerges and tries to engulf Jorgan he springs into action, his "minute of glory" (Wren's spell of haste) sending him across the distance much faster then he could normally move.

"RHRHAAAAHHHH!"

Gorum's Thorn + RM + Rage + Charge - PA + FF + Haste: 1d20 + 13 + 2 + 2 - 3 + 3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 13 + 2 + 2 - 3 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 26
Damage: 3d6 + 22 ⇒ (6, 1, 1) + 22 = 30

Haggis follows his master and flings his horns a the goo.

Gore: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 13 - 2 + 1 = 25
Damage: 2d6 + 15 ⇒ (6, 6) + 15 = 27

Righteous Might 5/5
Martial Flexibilty 5/10
Rage 4/7
Haste 3/8
AC 19 DR 5/good

Ayep, just like that.

Wren is delighted that he waited and was able to watch that thundering crash of awes own from Kraygan.

Torgan rushes towards the slime oozing its way through the flames, but his heavy armor prohibits very quick movement. "Oi! Don't die, Jorgs!"

Malt stays by his master's side.

Double Move.

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Bleeding from a hundred tiny cuts as the final slime casing explodes, Rog steps up with the rest of the party and takes a stab at the slime, encouraged by what looks to be the end of the fight.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 151d8 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

Jorgan reflex for explosion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Jorgan attempts to leap out of the slimes path.

Reflex Dc 22: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Jorgan dives to the side just as the slime exits through the large ring of fire. The blazing flames seem to follow it a little as the worms inside slowly shrivel.

The rest of the group has little trouble taking it down as they rush in on it with spears and greatswords.

As the fight winds down Torgan, Malt and Rogzul feel a small shiver up their bodies. Looking down you see many small worms have entered your bodies and slowly begin to feast on you from the inside.

Torgan Con Damage Day 0: 1d3 ⇒ 1
Malt Con Damage Day 0: 1d3 ⇒ 2
Rogzul Con Damage Day 0: 1d3 ⇒ 2

The complete description for Wormrot is in the Campaign tab

Malt and Rogzul shudder as they feel a small bit weaker.

Combat Over

"Piddlespot. Those things were nasty...at least they looked nasty from far away where I was. And they still smell nasty too," Wren wrinkles his delicate aged elven nose. "I think most of you smell like those things too. Weird."

While the dwarvenhorde handles their business, Wren takes a very slow and deliberate search around the temple(?) looking for magic and treasure before bedding down for the night.

Take 20 search * a lot = 32 w/Detect Magic

Torgan moves over and opens the cabinet to find several blocks of dried clay and a small tablet that Wren feels is magical containing a scroll of Transmute mud to rock and two bricks of blackfire clay.

Wren will hold the scroll, but it and the bricks should go to the 'sell' list on treasure. Kray can also eat the bricks so he has something appropriate to s#~@ next time he is catapulted.

Blackfire Clay and Scroll added to the lootlist

Wren finds little else about the chamber. The workbench is cluttered with an assortment of primitive sculpting tools fashioned from a wide array of materials, including bone, horn, and stone. There are a few more modern looking metal tools as well , but they are badly rusted.

The smaller table holds blocks of pigments and rotted paintbrushes. while the cabinet just holds dozens of very large blocks of dried clay. Each block weight nearly 20 pounds.

Sorry, I was Indiana this weekend and expected to be able to post but it's planting season and my dad needed help in the field, which kept me away from the computer. I tried to update games last night but after about two posts I passed out.

Jorgan picks himself up from the ground where he had thrown himself for cover against the explosion. As he flicks off bits of slime, he says, "Oy, I'll be fine. Better than some of you, it seems. So is this place safe now? 'Spose we'll still need a watch if we plan to sleep here. Hopefully tomorrow we can find a back-door and start killing more real giants, eh?"

Yea, I kind of assumed this weekend would be dead with Mother's Day and all.

Torgan sheathes his dagger and stows his hammer. "Aye, I guess we can set watch 'ere. 'opefully, th' slimy things won't come back t' life in th' middle o' th' night." he muses sourly.

CLW (x7): 7d8 + 7 ⇒ (1, 5, 7, 1, 3, 5, 2) + 7 = 31
CLW @ Malt: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Torgan heals Malt with a tap of the wand, which patches up the sickly yak mostly. "Nothing a good night won't fix, Malt!" he says cheerfully, but winces as his animated hand-waving jars a broken rib.

He taps himself a few more times.

[i]Tap, tap, tap, tap... tap, tap, tap... tapatapatapatap.[/ooc]

"Oi" he yells to the group and tosses the stick on to the ground. "I think it's empty." he tells them. "I'll take first watch an' let th' elf an' orc get their beauty sleep. Torag knows they need it."

Status: Torgan (50/71; Wormrot; sickened; -1 Con)(Malt 33/37; Wormrot; sickened; -2 Con)

It takes Kraygan the better part of a minute to catch his breath after the fight, during which time he spends trying to clean the muck from himself and Haggis with the muddy water flowing through the structure. It leaves them filthy, but less disgusting then they were when covered by putrid giant juice.

"I ain't sure what's worse, this 'r the privy chute of Redlake Fort." Kraygan sighs. "Good thing we dwarves've got mithril constitutions.... Uh, ye ok Rog? Lookin a little yeller instead o' green."

Rog looks at Kraygan lazily, shoulders slumped slightly. "The spirits believe I am diseased." He growls angrily rattling the metal loops drilled through his tusks.

"They believe they can find a spirit that will purge this weakness from me by sunrise, but it can not cleanse my blood."

I can fight the ability damage but can't remove the disease so I'm up for whatever option so regardless of cost since my rolls have been less than impressive thus far.

Wren fully expects that the dwarves have dealt with disease before, either as a product of their hygiene or living conditions (sleeping in the same room as livestock, for instance) and knows they'll handle it. He finds a quiet protected place to rest and sup for the night.

With watches set in place throughout the night, the evening seemingly goes by uneventful with only the sounds of frogs and insects in the air.

Which direction did you wish to try next?

Con: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 51d3 ⇒ 2
Lesser Restoration on Rog: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Lesser Restoration on Malt: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Rogzul sits through his watch anxiously, feeling his energy slip away. He holds his spear the entire time but he feels his grip weaken. By the time he wakes up in the morning he's barely able to don his armor.

A few moments communing with Kashag and his spirits mostly cures him of the damage done, but he still feels ill at ease. He casts the same spell on Malt, knowing the yak provides a much needed service in battle and not wanting the beast to falter.

He's too preoccupied to offer much assistance deciding a direction to travel.

Could you mark the location of that Gate we stalled at on the map. I can't remember where it was. I'd like to check out the north eastern area but have no strong opinions one way or the other.

Wall and where you saw the cathedral are marked on the map.

Kraygan watches Rogzul weaken, then bolster himself somehow. Deciding he must be tougher then he looks, he turns his attention to the day.

"I'm guessin the stone giants at the bridge were tryin to keep others away from this place. Might've been afraid of the worms. Anyhow, doesn't seem to lead to a secret back entrance, so let's start backtrackin. Should probably check out that nor'eastern pass as we go. Kin someone give me a couple taps from one of those healin sticks?"

Wren takes out his maps and the stones as well, looking at them under the morning light and while supping. He seems annoyed.

"We should have turned left at that bush a while back, I think," Wren says, looking around and trying to figure things out. "I think we have to go back...maybe circle around the back of the cathedral. This probably isn't the way....unless it's that way, but we can't be sure."

Wren shrugs at Kraygan.

"Sure, let's do that plan."

Heading further north-east, the opposite direction of the cathedral leads to a small river that runs through the center of this valley. The precipitous slopes of the rocky canyon walls are dotted witha few dozen dark cave entrances. Each of the cave entrances are carefully framed with the stone arch set with a keystone carved with Dwarven runes.

None of the caves seem to extend further than a few dozen yards into the mountains before coming to a wall of collapsed rock.

Heading further along the trail a giant scarecrow hangs. It is crudely formed from tree trunks lashed together as it stands at the entrance of this forested vale. On either side, steep, rocky escarpments climb sharply toward the sky. Clinging boulders jut from the slopes, entwined by the thick roots of twisted ash trees that are determined to hold them fast in place. A cold breeze whisks through the rift, sending a blizzard of silvery ash leaves scattering through the air.

The giant scarecrow stands nearly 20 feet tall, although it overgrown with moss and lichen.

High above the valley stands a massive facade carved into the side of he cliff face. Of simple design, it consists of four colossal tapering pillars flanking a dark opening. Just below the doorway, white stains cover many of the surrounding rocks. On the valley floor below lie the rotted carcasses of two large dragon-like creatures covered in long spines.

The opening to the tomb stands 120 feet above the Valley floor. While the height and steep ascent make falling from the cliff face perilous the craggy rock offers plenty of stable footholds.

DC 15 Climb checks to reach the entrance.

Passing by the dwarven caves, Kraygan grunts. "Hmm. Wasn't aware of a settlement out here. Might be a good place to rest later."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Studying the giant scarecrow, he tugs at his beard. "This ain't too old. Mebbe a couple months. Unlike ones made by human farmers, I don't think it's meant to scare aware animals, but warn folk about other dangers. And I gotta say, anythin that kin take down dragons is prob'ly not a joke."

His eyes rising to the tomb in the cliff above, he wonders, "Gettin the yaks up there won't be easy. Damned animals have gotten fat since Redlake."

Wren grunts at the dead end.

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17 Perception

"Are we lost again? These maps are awful, but what would you expect from carved rock? Can't expect any detail." Wren says, moving along.

* * *

Studying the giant scarecrow, he tugs at his beard. "This ain't too old. Mebbe a couple months. Unlike ones made by human farmers, I don't think it's meant to scare aware animals, but warn folk about other dangers. And I gotta say, anythin that kin take down dragons is prob'ly not a joke."

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25 Know (Local)

Wren shakes his head at Kraygan's words.

"These aren't dragons but I almost wish they were...they might be worse or better, if there are a number of them up there. They can fly, clearly, and we'll be sitting ducks for them if we try to climb," Wren says, not liking the solutions in front of them.

"These are spire drakes..." Wren explains the Arcana 17 spoiler above. Totally read. Fun stuff!

Wren looks up again, then at the drakes.

"I intend on flying up, my old knees won't sustain that kind of climb. And I'm quite allergic to falling as well. Let's figure out how to get up *after* we figure out *if* we still want to get up."

"Hold up on flyin." Kraygan says, looking toward the two drake corpses. "I think we should get a closer look at those bodies. Maybe try ta found out what killed 'em and see if they got any magic still on 'em."

After a moment of considering, he adds a question. "Ye got any spells that could make some of our gear look really magical? If any are still up there, might be we could lure 'em down to solid ground."

Just looked at the map. For some reason I thought the clay workshop was in the SW area of the marsh, but I now see it was SE. Did we ever check that SW side?

"...gear look really magical?"

Wren sniffs.

"No, I only deal in real magics. I have no time for illusions," Wren replies, trying to avoid discussion of one of the two areas of magic that elude him. "Why not just offer one of the many magical weapons or armors that seem to have been laid out before us? They seem scattered like acorns along our path. Heaven forbid that there would be a book of magic or nice rod for my use found in our path."

Just looked at the map. For some reason I thought the clay workshop was in the SW area of the marsh, but I now see it was SE. Did we ever check that SW side?

Yes, you checked it. I am kind of streamlining this area a bit and bypassing some of the more useless filler. The map has a lot more combats, like every couple of miles. The majority of them are just basic patrols of a cyclops, cave giant and a manticore. Others are just ogres. No gear or treasure on them. That was what was in the SW corner.

Rogzul, Torgan and Jorgan still recovering from the holiday? :)

Kind of. I had my stats final today (last final ever!) and you guys have been very active!

Jorgan kicks the bones about, thinking. "Something's been taking down drakes, maybe it's just a bigger drake, right? As in a dragon? We're looking for a dragon, after all. If they like treasure so much, they could have been trying to steal from the dragon's horde; ain't place better for looking for treasure."

He then looks up and scours the cliff. "I could probably make the climb. Is it worth the risk though? We should at least have someone scout to see what's up there before we go through the effort. My vote is on the elf."

That's awesome. Big weight lifted from your shoulders.

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30
Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Rogzul grunts in agreement with Kraygans assessment of the effigy as he returns to the party, producing the Dwarven urgrosh he retrieved from the ruins some way down the path.
"I have not been trained in this weapon, maybe one of you can use it." +2 Dwarven urgrosh

The half-orc looks up and assesses the climb. "I could climb as well but maybe the elf is right. If he and I fly, you three may be able to climb unmolested by these drakes. Or we might distract them with this weapon I just found. It is magical."

Wren has no desire to fly amidst more skilled and powerful drake combatants, but does not speak it just yet.

"If you seek to parlay with them, we should do it from the comfort of the ground. Asking them while we climb could be dangerous. Why don't you see if you can summon them with your usual bellowing and cursing?" Wren asks, drawing his bow.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Torgan adds the Dwarven Urgosh to his repertoire of weaponry. "I'm sure tha' this'll aid th' Shorn Whiskers well. Good find, Squats." he remarks, holding back his own knowledge of seeing the hilt sticking out of the rock as well.

"Th' Shorn Whiskers shall not bow down t' a few dragons!" he yells as he decides to slay the dragons. "We shall meet them head on."

"If they are as open t' parlay as ye say, then call them down here for a fight t' win th' right t' pass, Prophet." he says to Wren.

Wondering why the dwarven drinking horns were horns at all, musical or useful, was wasting time, but Wren had time to waste as he thought about how to bypass this hurdle, the nature of drakes, and how now, of all times, the dwarves seemed incapable of making a racket or drawing attention to themselves.

Ooh, that's one good twistedly bad sentence. My 11th grade English teacher would be sad. Ha! Take that Ms. Windstorm!

I am kind of streamlining this area a bit and bypassing some of the more useless filler.

Thanks for this.

"...I only deal in real magics. I have no time for illusions... Why don't you see if you can summon them with your usual bellowing and cursing?"

"Riiight." Kraygan replies to Wren's suggestion to make a ruckus rather then use real magic to lure out any drakes. The elf couldn't do a simple parlor trick, yet he wanted them to believe he was summoning deadly blazes from nothing. Kraygan was starting to wonder if Wren was not the great wizard capable of leveling taverns with fireballs, but rather a trickster with a magic bag full of barrels of alchemist fire.

Deciding good old elbow grease was the best course of action, he looks around at his companions for the most magical and impressive-looking item in their possession. His eyes settle on Jorgan and his too-big spear. "Play along." He says as he approaches his cousin and reaches for the weapon.

"HEY! I think it's MY turn to use that SPEAR to stab some GIANTS!"

Jorgan picks up on Kraygan's plan and shouts back, "BUT YOU'VE ALREADY GOT THAT ONE-OF-KIND SWORD! AND YOUR ANCIENT DWARVEN ARMOR! HELL, WE'VE GOT MORE THAN ENOUGH ENCHANTED WEAPONS FOR EVERYONE, WHY DO YOU NEED MY SPECIAL GIANT-SLAYING SPEAR?"

"BECAUSE IT'S..." Kraygan searches for a reason. "...FUN!"

Wren buries his face in his hand, almost embarrassed that he might be seen with these dwarves.

Btw Wren Your teacher had probably the best last name I have seen.

The dwarves incessant arguing and bickering increases as their voices bounce off of the valley's sheer walls, only to be met by silence as even the frogs cease to croak.

Jorgan looks around, disappointed no greedy dragons are coming after them. He lowers his voice to a normal volume, which for a dwarf is slightly above the appropriate volume. "I don't think it's working. Either there's no dragon up there or it's a mighty disciplined one. Come on, let's stop screwing around and go up there already."

Jorgan will put his spear on his back and start to climb.

T10 for 18 Climb if I can.

Yup- Sure can Take 10. Looks like everyone without magical means is above 15 with take 10 so moving forward.

Stowing his spear Jorgan leads the way up the sheer cliff face. Though the climb looked daunting it is actually a bit easier with all of the rocks jutting forth from the surface.

The remainder of the group follows suit by both means of magic and climbing behind Jorgan. After several long moments Jorgan reaches the top. Beyond the facade is a broad, rough-hewn cavern with an arched ceiling. In the center stands a great slab of stone. Huge bones lie scattered around the slab amid broken shards of reddish clay. A shelf-like groove cut into the cavern wall runs around the entire perimeter of the chamber and is littered with a variety of dusty, giant sized baubles. Against the back wall of the cavern rests a giant nest of branches, bones and tattered hides.

Torgan climbs with Jorgan. "Perhaps there is a free bag of gems up there. I bet the dragon has some nice stuff..." he reasons aloud as he picks his handholds carefully.

At the top of the cliff, Torgan pulls out his hammer and dagger, leaving the urgrosh slung across his back. "Oi. Let's investigate." he tells his brother as he moves forward to check out the baubles.

Keeping Gorum's Thorn at the ready, Kraygan stands guard at the entrance while those with better eyes, and magical abilities, search the cave and nest.

Kraygan couldn't make the climb in armor without ropes to aid. Can we assume Jorgan did that as he went?

Wren waits for the dwarves to get about 80' up before casting fly and flying up to guard and protect them with his bow and magics.

He will quickly rise to the lip and check out the surface for dangers while being well out of melee reach. 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23 Perception

"C'mon now, boys. Use your legs to climb, as stubby as they are, they can be used," Wren exhorts his companions to great such heights.

Ah, I thought I seen your climb at +8. It must have been without armor. Yea the rope is fine. There is no immediate danger as you climb or reach the top.

The group all converges unharmed at the top of the cliff and the dwarves quickly splash out and begin investigating the cave.

Kraygan looks over the nest as he kicks the branches about. He finds numerous items strung and interleaved all throughout: Wren's head begins to dizzy as he feels a very strong enchantment coming from the nest.

• A large spiraled horn fit for a giant. Metal is woven into the end of the horn with a thick strip of leather to carry it on one's back with ease. The horn itself looks to be cut from the skull of a primordial drake.
  
  Spellcraft DC 35:

  This is a Drakesbane Horn. The Drakesbane Horn i s a 4 -foot-long spiraling horn
  cut from the skull of a primordial drake. Its surface is
  carved with an intricate pattern of interlocking knots
  inlaid with silver and copper. When sounded, the horn
  can drive off or attract dragons of all varieties. Lesser
  dragons such as drakes typically flee in terror from
  the sound of the Drakesbane Horn, while more
  powerful dragons are compelled to seek out the
  horn. Creatures must be able to hear the horn
  to be affected by it.
  The Drakesbane Horn affects dragons based
  on their CR, as detailed below.
  Creatures of the dragon type of CR 5 or less
  within 400 feet must succeed at a DC 13 Will save
  or be affected as if by scare (no HD limit).
  Creatures of the dragon type of CR 6 to CR 10
  within 400 feet must succeed at a DC 22
  Will save or be affected as if by sympathy.
  Adult or older true dragons and
  creatures of the dragon type of CR 11 or
  greater are immune to the horn’s effects,
  though they are likely to seek out the horn
  and attack its bearer.
  If the character playing the horn
  has the bardic performance class
  feature or the raging song class
  feature and succeeds at a DC 15
  Perform (wind instruments) check, dragons of CR 5 or less
  are instead affected by fear (Will DC 16), while dragons
  of CR 6 to CR 10 affected by the horn’s sympathy effect
  must succeed at an additional Will save (DC 10 + 1/2 the
  character’s level + the character’s Charisma modifier) or
  also be fascinated for as long as the character continues
  to play the horn.
  A creature that successfully saves against the horn’s
  effects is immune to further blasts for the next 24 hours.
  Note that the Drakesbane Horn d oes n ot g rant t he
  character playing it any ability to communicate with or
  otherwise control creatures affected by the horn.
  
  
• An amulet with a dragon's scale set within a disk of gold.
  
  DC 24 Spellcraft:

  This is a dragonfoe amulet
  
  
• An elixir of tumbling
  
• Potion of Spider climbing
  
• Scroll of poison
  
• Mwk Heavy Pick
  
• Cold weather outfit
  
• Portable Ram
  
• smokestick
  
• Sunrod (2)
  
• Copper and silver armbands filigreed with snakes eating their own tails. (2) (380 GP total)
  
• Silver ring set w/ 3 aquamarines (500 gp)
  
• Chunk of Alexandrite (170 gp)
  
• A small bag containing a dozen freshwater pearls (10 gp ea)
  
• Silver blue quartz (4) (15 gp ea)
  
• 500 gp (100 gp ea)

As Kraygan spends several minutes digging out the items and gold Torgan investigates the long shelf. Between the bric-a-brac on the carved shelf sit numerous stone tablets, each chiseled with archaic Giant runes.

Wren's eyes momentarily glaze over, then re-focus as he tries to ascertain the different auras in the cave. He worries that there are no drakes here, but those are outweighed by the strength of the magics before him.

"I would give weeks off my life to have some quiet time in my hut with these...to end my days trying to puzzle these out, how they were made and what makes them go, but the Gods are not good to disgraced elves," Wren says to himself, walking over to the horn. No, you deserve your fate. You f~@& up.

Wren's head hangs as he beats himself up internally, even as he reaches for the magics of the trove.

1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 16 + 2 = 31 Spellcraft - horn
1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 16 + 2 = 28 Spellcraft - amulet

Should the horn check fail, Wren will try it with a Scroll of Identify:

1d20 + 16 + 2 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 16 + 2 + 10 = 39 Spellcraft - horn
1d20 + 16 + 2 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 16 + 2 + 10 = 31 Spellcraft - amulet

He explains what he knows of the items to others, then helps others pack up and sort the trove of phat loot.

"Jorgan, I wonder how many blowers of that horn have met their death for having blown it," Wren snorts, amused. "Shall we climb back down now?"