Its "A" Dungeon (Inactive)

Game Master Terquem

Yes, I have assumed we would be taking the time to level up and for me to add spells to my spellbook.

Drinking and carousing into the night, a blurry eyed Ballar leaves the Shady Dragon the next day for Jeffry’s Emporium....

I thought we'd advanced one day topside so far. But no problem, if we're not ready, we're not ready. I don't know how much time we need but Terquem's suggestion sounds fine...a few more scrolls can't hurt :)

I have no plans (or funds*) to scribe scrolls at the moment if you are referring to me.

*Have we accumulated and/or distributed any treasure?

Keryth takes up the bottle and pours himself a modest amount. Holding up his glass to the ligt he examines the liquid closely. Pleased with its appearance he then swirls the contents for a moment before putting the goblet up to his nose and inhaling deeply. Interesting bouquet. Taking a large sip, Keryth holds the wine in his mouth for a few moments before pursing his lips and sucking air through it. Swallowing he remarks, It has as complex as a structure as you described. Well-balanced. A not entirely inharmonious fusion.

I will have to introduce you to some of my favourites sometime. Perhaps I can have a few bottles shipped in for the next time we return. Keryth then wanders off to talk to the tavern owner.

Hang on, what day is it? Does this mean Ballar has time to visit Kitty Laverne's Boom Boom Club? *Combs his beard in anticipation*

There are four sacks and each weighs about seven to ten pounds. The sacks contain, gold, silver, electrum and platinum coins as well as a few small rubies, sapphires and emeralds. All together the treasure is probably worth close to two thousand gold pieces.

Meanwhile as Billy examines the bugbears, he finds a few copper and silver coins in a belt pouch on one of the bugbears (22 copper pieces and 9 silver pieces). While in a pocket of the sorcerbear’s robe he finds a long, very narrow metal tube sealed on one end by being folded and crimped while the other end has a cork stuffed in it. A message in common on the tube reads, “unidentified potion".

All I could find was from the Bugbears, which was the only encounter prior to the skeletons :( Treasure is usually distributed as we find it, unless there are items that need to be sold. BTW, did we figure out the potion's identity? The monkeys before that only had rotten bananas. I'm pretty sure we'll be selling the Hula girl into slavery so add another 62 gp to your purse (625x50%=312.5/ 5 characters = 62).

(gasps holding the hula girl close stroking her in oh so inappropriate ways with a high whispy voice and eyes bugging out "mmyyyyyy precciouusss...") (go ahead and sell it by the way lol)

That's actually a treasure value, not really the same as selling back gear or items you take from monsters, so it will sell for the full 625 gold pieces

Day 7, morning (approximate time of day, unknown) (turn X) Returning to the “A” Dungeon. The Dungeon is in Darkness

Before the previous day is over, Ballar visits Kitty Laverne’s Boom Boom Club, and is greatly entertained by the Necromechadons* there. He spends a little money, and has a very good time

Ballar is going to have to deduct 10 gold pieces from his treasure for entertainment

When the morning of the seventh day comes, the heroes are hardly aware that another day has come and gone as the city continues to be shrouded in perpetual twilight conditions. The only sign that it is morning, at all, is the long lines at the coffee shops just up the street from the Shady Dragon Inn.

For some reason, Zaehrya cannot recall exactly what became of that application. She seems to remember Ballar saying something about dropping it off at the correct office while he was out last night, but after all the wine, and the engaging conversation of the night before, she isn’t absolutely certain that he remembered to take it with him, and she cannot find it anywhere among her belongings either

The group, Ballar, Karuum, Keltos, Keryth, Niversal, and Zaehrya, meet outside the Shady Dragon, and greet each other. While they are making a quick check of their gear and assuring themselves that they are ready to get started, Zaehrya notices that Kamastra, looking freshly groomed, is holding a folded parchment by one corner, hanging precariously from the tiger’s teeth.

Unfolding the letter, it reads

My Lady, can we get going already, time is wasting

*According to legends, the city, under a previous name, was sacked by an army of goblins and Necromechadons some four hundred years ago. Prior to that, Necromechadons were not altogether uncommon in the city, and it was said that many upper class individuals kept these creatures (and knew the secret of their origins) as domestic pets and playthings. A necromechadon is a bizarre cross between a machine, an animated object with some sentience, and a corpse. They are created though a peculiar, though not necessarily evil, magic ritual, and some Necromechadons are actually pleasant to be around, while others can be hideous and nightmarish in both appearance and behavior. Control of a Necromechadon is a delicate process, losing control of one can be fatal.

Zaehyra pets Kamastra casually, looking at the others. "You are an actual venturing party right? Tell me I didn't fill out all that paperwork to stand here while you all prey that someone will be brave enough or stupid enough to break it to me."

"Speaking of which, Baller, you *did* turn in the paperwork yesterday didn't you?

Looking up from his pack, the dwarf's face shows no sign of understanding anything of what Zaehyra just asked. Shifting his eyes from side to side, Ballar stalls for a moment, apparently thinking hard of something intelligent to say, yet keeping it vague enough so as to cover just about any topic, Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah s'all been tak'n care of.
In truth, the events of the previous evening are kind of hazy. With a few pints under his belt, Ballar remembers leaving the group and heading out. Kitty Laverne’s Boom Boom Club is a must see in Du’Orbna and he'd promised himself to pop in on Jacqueline when he'd returned topside. With his fiery red beard neatly combed and cloak spotless, it was an evening to remember. There were great drinks, fabulous music, a large brown manila envelope, spicy food served with a variety of particularly pungent cheeses and he can't forget that especially rich mushroom soup appetizer.
There is a vague recollection of a one sided argument with a clerk somewhere, How tha devil did this blast'd nitwit talk his way inta tha Boom Boom Club? Some drunken threats had been exchanged and he'd had to pay a fine of some sort, Prob'ly far insult'n tha daft bugger. At least he'd gotten a receipt, Proof o'payment's import'nt these days. The last thing a cleric needs these days is the long arm of the law coming to collect. Look what happened to Berenwyr! Ballar doesn't remember what time he'd finally gotten around to leaving and the details of how he'd gotten back to the Shady Dragon are, well, shady.

I suggest returning to the pool around mid morning (10am?). Ballar's channeling is now 3d6 and he has two water skins to fill which he will keep in his possession.

Keryth, enveloped in his customary personal shadowy darkness, follows the others down to the magical pool. He fills two of his own waterskins and then waits to proceed down to where they left off exploring.

Taps his foot looking around a bit and says "to the depths ahoy!"

Zaehyra fills her waterskin as well, following the others through the cocorridors as she draws a mental map of the way they came so she can escape should the others suffer some tragic accident or encounter.

Day 7, morning (approximate time of day, 11:00 am) (turn 67, 1 of 6) Returning to the “A” Dungeon. The Dungeon is in Darkness. Ballar is carrying a Lantern

Assuming Ballar is once again managing a Lantern for the party, is this correct?

Quickly visiting the magic pool, Ballar places the lantern on the floor, and performs a blessing over the water

He then fills two water skins and he briefly explains why, in a mumble.

Keryth and Zaehyra aren’t completely sure Ballar’s explanation is sound, but they also fill water skins of their own, just in case the Dwarf is telling the truth.

When they are finished filling the bags, the group hustles, following a collection of notes and partial maps on various pieces of paper spread out among them. For a while it seems as if every monster in the Dungeon has the day off, as it is quiet, and the going is not interrupted, but how long can this good fortune last?

WME?: 1d6 ⇒ 6

You get to the fifth level of the dungeon without incident, follow a fifteen foot wide passageway going south and eventually come to a “Tee” intersection. You are facing south, and to your right is a ten foot passageway that leads to a heav wooden portcullis, and a small room beyond. To the south, in front of you is darkness.

You can go back to the room beyond the Portcullis and check it for exits, that is a d20 roll, or head south, and that is a Periodic Check, also a d20 roll

Takes out a coin and tosses it into the air watching it flip glinting in the light of the lantern until he catches and then flips the coin saying "I say we go south,"

Any player can go to the discussion thread and roll a d20, to find out what is discovered after going south...

Grinning, Ballar states, The coin master says ta "go south" an I ain't 'bout ta go anywhere tha resident rogue hasn't gone first.

Keryth watches as the coin is flipped. Shrugging his shoulders he remarks, As good as anything else at the moment. I believe that is the same sort of method the builders of this place used as well. After a moment he adds, What do you do when there are more than two choices?

Starts moving south a bit forward of the group using stealth and searching the hallway in the dim light(low light vision) saying right before I vanish into thw dimness "have a flip off between directions until there is a winner"
(Will make rolls in a bit)

Day 7, morning (approximate time of day, 11:20 am) (turn 67, 3 of 6) On the 5th level of the “A” Dungeon. The Dungeon is in Darkness. Ballar is carrying a Lantern

Moving steadfastly southward, Niversal leads the group down the passageway, past an opening on the left, and then continuing southward. Niversal creeps along the wall, in the deepest shadows ahead of Ballar’s lamp light, and before too long; he comes suddenly to a dead end.

After passing a passageway on the left, then going south another sixty feet, the group has reached a dead end. It can be searched for Secret Doors, and one or more may be here, roll d20, and on a 1-5 there is one or more secret doors.

When the group pauses to consider their options, Zaehyra turns to see Kamastra, sitting upright, with another note in his mouth

The note reads
Are you certain it is wise to allow that fellow to lead us around. I for one find his methodology taxing and difficult to justify.

"Such a cutie," Zaehyra coddles Kamistra. "Give him a chance darling, taxing perhaps, but the accidents he comes across will more than justify our confidence in him, when our blood remains unspilled and our skin or fur in your case is unsinged."

Listening to Zaenyra's gloomy predictions, Ballar raises an eyebrow - but not out of any concern for Niversal's safety. Rather, the dwarf is attempting to focus on the blank wall before him, studying the masonry for tiny imperfections.
Where is it?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Niversal will closely study the dead end as well looking for secret passages as well as any possible traps ignoring the professional criticism.

Locating the secret door: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Locating the possible trap: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

Day 7, morning (approximate time of day, 11:20 am) (turn 67, 3 of 6) On the 5th level of the “A” Dungeon. The Dungeon is in Darkness. Ballar is carrying a Lantern

Niversal examines the east wall, while Ballar examines the west wall. Moving slowly, scanning each stone, then at the same time both men exclaim

I’ve found a secret door

The doors are made of stout heavy wood painted to look like stone, Niversal is certain that they have no locks and do not appear to be trapped, but it will take a hard push to open them.

Remember, if you take 20 to force open a door, I roll a d6, and that is the number of rounds it takes to get the door open, possibly eliminating a chance to surprise anything on the other side, alternatively, you can try a Strength Roll, each of these doors has a DC of 23 to be forced open on the first try

Two ta choose from is it? Right then, have at it lad, let's see ya magic coin do its thing!

1 is heads 2 is tails - Heads we take Niversal's door, tails its Ballar's.

Two ta choose from is it? Right then, have at it lad, let's see ya magic coin do its thing!

1 is heads 2 is tails - Heads we take Niversal's door, tails its Ballar's.

"Magic?" Zaehyra scoffed.

With a bit of impatience in his tone, Keryth asks, Does it really matter which door we open first? You know we are going to open them both eventually. And besides, shouldn't we try to ascertain something useful to base our decision on rather then just letting fate decide? Maybe listen at the doors for example?

Given that what is behind the doors is randomly determined, and that that has not happened yet, rolling off between the two doors is more than a little irrelevant/reduntant. ;P

Shrugs and flips the coin anyways then pointing to the east door and says "lets have the strongest push and two others on either side aid"

Ballar looks expectantly over to Keltos and Karuum, the two resident muscles.

Assisting with the door: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Pulls out the handy dandy anytool 2000 flipping it once more into the crowbar configuration and then ambles up to the door wedging it into the door seem and using it to assist in opening the door with whomever else is doing it.

Since you opened the door, on the first try no less, would you have a moment to go to the Discussion thread and roll to determine what is on the other side?

Day 7, morning (approximate time of day, 11:20 am) (turn 67, 3 of 6) On the 5th level of the “A” Dungeon. The Dungeon is in Darkness. Ballar is carrying a Lantern

Niversal unfolds a handy bar and with a little force he pops open the door on the

Eh?: 1d2 ⇒ 1

And on the other side of the door there is a narrow passageway, only five feet wide, extending away into darkness

Looks down the gloomy passage saying "a bit thin in this passage,may need some lube and a plunger for the dwarf and the tiger want to try the other door?"

Looks down the gloomy passage saying "a bit thin in this passage,may need some lube and a plunger for the dwarf and the tiger want to try the other door?"

What? Not going to flip the coin to try and decide?

Leaning over to whisper in the cat's ear, Pay'm no mind Kamastra, thas not fat ya jus big bon'd.
Be my guest Niversal, ya prov'n to be a very useful engine, er I mean doorman!

chuckles at the dwarf and thrusts the anytool 2000 into the seem of the other still closed secret door and gives it a good yank

Trying to see what's behind the second secret door: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

shakes his head and says "I guess its down the thin hallway we go and we can come back to this door in a bit?"

Hang on, less see if I can help ya nudge it.
Open sesame Assist!: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Without the extra muscle, I think we will have to take 20 on this one.

nods and thinks of changing his name to "take twenty Niversal" and does indeed take that twenty with the +3 from str and the +2 from the anytool 2000 to get that 25 and pop the second secret door open

Day 7, morning (approximate time of day, 11:20 am) (turn 67, 3 of 6) On the 5th level of the “A” Dungeon. The Dungeon is in Darkness. Ballar is carrying a Lantern

The second door pops open after being forced hard by the modified Anytool, and the party is suddenly standing in the door of a peculiar little shop.

A Portly Halfling, with a tall hat, and a well tailored suit, stands in the center of the room, and he is surprised to see you. He turns to the left, and shouts,

Bartleby, how many times have I told you that the door is to remain unlocked during buisnes hours. You incompetent nincompoop.

Suddenly an attractive female Gnome comes racing out from behind a small counter and apologizes to the Halfling. She is dressed demurely, but her smooth black hair, perfect face, and curvaceous figure captures your attention.

Sir, I’ve asked you not to call me Bartleby, My name is Betty, Betty LaPage, and I did unlock the door, it was stuck. The door is always stuck. Always.

The room, this store as it were, seems to have a variety of mundane, dungeon exploring items for sale, with large signs displaying the prices (all seem be a bit higher than Jeffries Emporium, but the merchandise does look to be good quality stuff). There are ropes, climbing harnesses, grappling hooks, six, eight, and the ever popular ten foot poles. Lanterns, oil, sacks, candles, and other common gear laid out on tables and racks all around the room.

Stepping in, Ballar takes a look around the shop. His eyes linger here and there as he takes a moment to fully appreciate both the wares and the lovely sales girl. Casually approaching the halfling, Ballar smiles and politely addresses the owner, Greet'ns good sir. Name's Ballar. These are my associates: Niversal, Keryth and Zaehyra. Those two stand'n outtha door are Keltos an Karuum. While twas difficult ta find, tis thoughtful o'tha Baroness It’Dupree ta put a galleria in her dungeon. By what name does ya wee establishment go by an to whom am I speak'n? An did ya know ya sign's be'n stol'n? Ballar gestures towards the masked entrance.

We've only just returned to the adventure and have little need for supplies at the moment. Asking for a map is impractical as this place is rolled randomly...suggestions?

This 'establishment' the halfling sneers at Ballar with a contemptuous glareIs called iVan's Superior Goods, and I am iVan Hallis. We cater to an exclusive clientele, only those who carry an iNvitation may purchase goods here. Do you have an iNvitation or an iNvoice from the Minion? If not, be on your way and do not bother the help with your insufferable pestering

Zaehyra raises a brow at iVan as she speaks to her party, "A wonder," she says rather dryly. "A wonder how one garners such disfavor as to be forced to set up shop in a place like this. The greased up dwarf sounds better now by comparison. Shall we be off as the slighted halfling has requested?"

Dang it! Forgot to add in a diplomacy check :(
Ballar bows his head apologetically but eyes the halfling through his thick eyebrows, iVan's ya say? An by iNvitation ya mean... Ballar smiles and starts patting down his pockets as though to look for one while casually glancing towards the others.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Bluffing he has an invitation somewhere: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 -Guess he won't buy that one...

iVan folds his arms across his small chest, taps his foot impatiently, then when Zaehyra comments on his predicament, he lets out an exasperated sigh

Disfavor, pfff. One does not simply walk into the "A" Dungeon and set up shop. I waited fourteen years for my license to be approved.

When Ballar begins searching for his iNvitation,

iVan's Ability to detect a Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

the Halfling marches away from him and raises his hands in the air as he shouts

Bartleby, show these cretins the door, they're wasting my time. And my time cannot be wasted, let them waste yours.

"Fourteen years?!" Zaehyra scoffs. "I'd be an angry piss too," she laughs as her eyes lock onto Betty, measuring her from the entrance.

Keryth doesn't even enter the "establishment". Spying the mundane nature of the goods from the doorway, he sniffs derisively, They don't even carry an eleven foot pole. And I surely wouldn't lower myself to buy any "i" products. Over-hyped, over-priced, self-indulgent trinkets for the bleating masses, before stepping back out into the hall to wait.

Ballar stops checking his pockets, Now list'n 'ere iVan, with tha attitude ya'll be lucky ta see any pay'n custom'rs in 'ere, invitation or not! Clearly this halfling does not deserve any more of his time. Through trying to converse with him, Ballar turns to Betty, You'd be do'in yaself a favor leav'n tha likes of him Betty. There's more coin ta be made explor'n these passageways than follow'n this beardless, orc love'n ouff! Turning to leave Ballar chuckles at the wizard's assessment as he steps back into the passageway, Heh, eleven foot pole!