"I have no idea what time it is. I can't see the sun." You hear metallic jingling of chains. "I can't...release you, either."
You hear the ghoul, climbing down the shaft. He's a way's away.
"Actually, I think I do. Give me a second..." Altai wriggles his fingers and mutters a few arcane phrases. "Rats ate your feet, eh? That sounds terribly uncomfortable. Inconvenient, too."
I have a Light cantrip memorised. Are my hands loose enough to squeeze it off? Any concentration checks needed?
You can bust it; you just flick your thumb against your index finger. You can see him, about 15 feet in front of you. He's chained to the wall, and his legs indeed don't seem to be there below his knees.
He looks like the saltatory old bearded guy chained in a dungeon, with scraggly hair, sores, scrungy clothing...truly sexy. He's chained by his wrists and his neck.
There's 5 rats the size of small dogs; they're kinda sniffing in your direction. Nasty f*!~ers!!!
you can cast with a concentration check of 15.
"Yes," your cellmate agrees. "I've named them all....I've been down here too long. That one---" he points at one of the rats that has it's paw resting on it's belly in an eerie caricature of a man, "that one is called Napoleon. I guess you wouldn't get it, though....heeheehee..."
Then...next to your right hand, a little piece of metal slides open in the chair's arm. There's a hole there, and it's filled with pieces of minced meat. Above, you can hear a "wooshing" sound, from right to left, and from left to right...
"I'm coming, Altai!!!" says the ghoul.
~looks around~ Hmmmmm..... I guess I need to read from the beginning. Heathy may be a fuzzball, but he sure has a good imagination. It would be worth the time to read everything. ~grins~ Shocking that I am saying something nice about Heathy! ~grins and winks~
"Meat? What the... Aha! Damn you, Amber! I'll have your hypothalamus for this!" Altai spits and snarls in rage as he twists in the chair. "Sorry if this stings a bit, old fellow, but this is not an... accurate invocation."
Concentration check 7+11=18. Casting Burning hands at the Rat Pack ahead of me. Damage 4+4+1+3+3=15, Reflex 16 for half.
~Grins~ Nah! I trust you! Partially! I am sure that it would be worth the read.
Wow. We're up to 6700 or so posts? That's about twice the number of the second-biggest thread... Having said that, there are some real gems buried in here, and our party is the biggest collection of oddballs I've seen anywhere. Compared to the everyday antics of Stig or Riese, Altai's recent fascination with ghoul sculpture is small beans...
~Grins~ Nah! I trust you! Partially! I am sure that it would be worth the read.
Wow. We're up to 6700 or so posts? That's about twice the number of the second-biggest thread... Having said that, there are some real gems buried in here, and our party is the biggest collection of oddballs I've seen anywhere. Compared to the everyday antics of Stig or Riese, Altai's recent fascination with ghoul sculpture is small beans...
~grins~ Well, like I said, I trust Heathy to have something interesting to say or read. ~WEG~ Now that does not mean that he always has something good to read. He is after all the master of inane and useless wit! ~grins, winks and runs~
the dire rats explode, falling over as blackened husks.
Scurrying forms come up on them; start nibbling.
"There's an endless supply of them rats, uh....mage..." says the prisoner.
"I'm coming Altai!" says the ghoul, now a mantra.
The swoosh left to right, right to left, swoosh swoosh swoosh every 10 seconds up above you continues.
Again; waiting on Riese to post a position and whatnot;
I guess it's not much of a hurry; today at work is gonna be a wild one so I doubt I'll be able to post as "incontinently" ;) as is my usual.
glinting off the light from your hand, a metal glint; a curved blade swings left and right, edging closer to you; it's about 8 feet wide, attached to a chain, a vulgar slow metronome bringing that final cut...ever so slowly.
"I'm coming, Altai...." the ghoul, again. And the rats eat the burnt...
you can always try a strength check; it is held fast and heavy; it will be veryvery very difficult...the rats slowly have finished their bakes; they cautiously come toward your toes, your feet...and the pendulum inches down.
Altai struggles against the bonds before giving up, then refocuses on the flashing blade. This is so crazy it actually might work...
Casting Scorching ray on the blade's chain attachement. With some luck, the chain's less resilient than the blade (insert 'weakest link' joke here) and wil be unable to resist the magical heat - especially with all the kinetic energy of the back-and-forth motion. Concentration check 11+11=22, damage 6+6+5=17.
It's about halfway done in from the blast of fire. It heats up red-hot. A few links look to be pulling out of shape, but it's still swinging....swinging......
one of the dire rats runs up; bites you in the shin real bad; take 3 h.p. in damage. The guy on the wall bellows, "get away from him!!! Leave him be, you rat bastich!!!" Maybe it's a trick of the light; for a second the prisoner's eyes look like doll's eyes.
Male human/lizardfolk form Paragon 3 /Evoker 3 (abjuration&enchantment barred) ---15096XP
Riese stays just outside the door and fires off a bolt at the dude behind the desk "Imbelia furtion de'flar, you bastard!!" 5d6=17 damage, DC 18 reflex for half.
mechanical...these curved hoops just slid out of the chair and latched you in. You did damage the chain somewhat.
"I'm coming Altai....oh, oh...KING OF THE WHITE KINGDOM!!! What is this?!?" the ghoul interjects.
"Oh noes!!!" screams the prisoner when he sees the ghoul.
I just want to let you know--I do see possibilities out of the predicament...all is not lost...
I get so happy when I come up with an interesting thought puzzle...
"Stay out of the blade's way! I've got a plan... Keep those damn rats off my legs, willya?" Once again, Altai begins casting a spell...
Converting Dispel magic into Summon monster III, which I'll use to summon a celestial bison. Once it arrives, I'll tell it to knock my chair off the floor and into a safe corner. With some luck, the chair will break, and I'll be a free man. Concentration check 9+11=20.
well, that was kinda like one of the options I saw, but not quite.....
The White Buffalo appears to your side. He looks so serene, so contemplative, he should be sitting legs akimbo on his celestial lotus.
The chair strains under his pushing, there's a crack, and a crash, and you're loose of your restraints as the flimsy chair buckles and cracks apart under the buffalo's strainings.
The pendulum continues it's downward, lazy descent.
"Let me free, friend! Please..." begs the prisoner.
Naah, but it's pretty much going to swing down into the ground in 5 minutes and come grinding to a halt...the trap has been nullified. You could also reach out and catch the chain and stop it in two minutes, if you wanted to.
Naah, that's pretty much it. There's some gratings, about 2 feet tall, 3 feet wide, with metal grilles where the rats seem to be coming from; that's about all. There's flowing sewage water on the other side of the grills; small 3 foot tall hallways with sewer channels and such.
Elgan slaps his hand over his eyes as the firebolt slams into the hob behind the desk, and then his fellows leap into action. He sighs.
"Awww,... fer deh luv a',..." is all he allows himself. Then he launches into a casting as he backpedals to safety.
Converting a spell to Summon Monster, moved back 5' next to the door, hoping to be protected by the rest of the group until I can get this off! Creature will appear on my turn next round. I have GOT to invest in some way to hasten this spell! ;)
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