Azulth shrugs again, feeling the aches and bruising going away as time passes. "Not really, I guess."
Alton pulls out his climbing gear and tries to ancor his grappling hook on something sturdy.
Once that is done he climbs up the rope
Alton do you wish to attach it to another of the rafters or a support beam along the wall?
While they try to mess around climbing, Arasmes asks, "What are we trying to do here? And how much do we care, structurally, about this site?"
Support beam
From your dreams of fire, wealth, wishes, and power a halfling in a black robe rolls out of a hidey hole near the symbol of Sarenrae.
He springs up with little effort almost like Azulth. "Hellllo! Burn the little suckers, burn 'em, burn 'em.!"
"Oh, I like this one's ideas. It is as if he read my mind."
to see who this new person might be
Arasmes sets down his pack and pulls out a small box, opening it up to reveal some strange ingredients and odd dishes and utensils.
one week's work: check result * DC (assuming base DC of 10), so 28*20=560.
the goal was 1sp. in 1 week of 8-hr crafting days i could make 560, so 560/7=80 per day, 10 per hour, so 6 minutes per oil.
i will make one oil in 6 minutes, assuming they don't interrupt me.
if i feel their bad ju-ju inside, i will do my work outside.
Arasmes takes out a glob of fat from his pack and places it in a dish, covers it, and melts it down to render the oil from it. He takes the burnt leavings and scrapes them into a small canister for later use.
Arasmes takes his tools and equipment to the base of the stairs. The little ones above have settled down.
The halfling follows Arasmes letting him work for the six minutes then asks, "So who are you? Whatcha doing here? What is that?"
A flaming humanoid comes from one of the hallways. It doesn't seem to see you yet. It leaves burning footprints in the sand and stone alike.
The halfling appears to be just that, though you feel like you know him.
"I am Arasmes, and I am investigating what took over this place."
"Blasted gremlins, oh and whatever that is... Should we greet it with words or fists?" Baris asks.
The flaming creature walks up to a column and begins to burn it.
"what is it?"
"A flaming outsider of some sort. I am not for sure." Baris says sounding a bit unsure.
"well, I dont think I speak its language..."
"Well neither do I, so do we kill it before it burns us?" Baris asks looking eager to kill it.
The flame creature decides to head out of the monastery and you hear a scream.
Baris the halfling runs out after it.
hmmmm, well... the scream cuts him off and he runs after Baris
Having closed his eyes and hummed an old song while the healing magic worked its wonders, Azulth opens his eyes at the scream with a grin. "Hm? No, that wasn't us. At least, I don't think so. Let's go!" Drawing his scimitar again, he dashes outside after the others.
Alton follows going with the gang.
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Outside the fire creature burns the bushes leading towards the horses.
The halfling runs up to it and hits it. He howls in pain as his hand looks to have burns on it. The fire creature takes a step back looking confused and does not move, looking at the others to see if they will be a threat as well. It's face is rather animated.
Jellissa lets the horses move away from the creature as they move as a pack.
Round 1
Heroes Go! Though your actions don't need to be threatening.
How far are they from me?
Alton calls out to him in ingan "halt, identify yourself and your intentions"
The flame creature is adjacent to the halfling 30 feet from the three of you and 30 feet from the horses. The horses are 60 feet from the three of you.
I will update the map later... Don't have access right now.
The creature speaks in a strange tongue as it enjoys the fire around it from the bush. It looks at Alton as it looks like it recognizes what he says.
"he calls himself Stone stirrer, he claims to be lost"
he then switches to ingan "how did you come to be here?"
At the opening of parley, Arasmes waits for Alton to learn more of the creature.
The halfling tumbles back to the group, showing his burnt hand to the two not talking. Blowing on it to show them the creature's defenses and hoping to get healed.
Jelissa has moved with the horses even more away from the flame creature.
Azulth shrugs and looks around to see if there's another way to get up into the rafters and chase down the other creatures.
"It is going to take me to a magical furnace of some sort, if you wish to join follow me, otherwise extermanite the vermine"
Azulth moves over to the ladder and starts to ascend, prepared to draw his sword if need be.
"I am really just tired of dealing with those little s+*$s. Let's help this fire creature, maybe there is something to this forge." Arasmes says, collecting up his any-tool but leaving the rope in place.
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Azulth you get to the top to find the gremlins are like vermin there is at least a dozen of them they attack you. Only one of the attacks hit as an arrow sticks in your arm for 3 damage.
Azulth you are in the Chapel Upper Works top left corner, please move your token there.
As the other three follow the flaming creature down into a hallway it turns to the left and enters a strange room.
Beyond a doorless arch appears to be a large kitchen complete with walls lined in shelves and cupboards, a huge central table, and an enormous oven against the north wall. Several drawers and cupboard doors stand askew, and the floor here is a jagged field of broken glass, smashed pottery, bits of sharp stone, jagged bones, and discarded cutlery. A few fiery paintings glow on the walls and several items within the room seem to be a lit with fire that does not consume the object. A large anvil resides in the center of the room.
There are three pugwampis in this room, making havoc of the place and doing their best to cook tasty treats for their brethren. They scurry farther into the room and take cover behind the shelves.
The littered floor here counts as difficult terrain, and each round a PC
stands upon it he must make a DC 15 Reflex save or take 1d6 points of damage from some uncomfortable jagged bit biting through a boot or scratching an ankle. Remember to roll twice for every d20 and take the less of the two.
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Across the way is another room that looks just as ransacked.
Three long wooden tables and dozens of chairs that once lined this mess hall are in shambles, mostly rotted away with the passage of years. Light might shine through several large holes in the ceiling if it were day. There is a closed door on the east wall.
"Can we not just burn this entire place? I am tired of fighting these little bastards, all they do is cause misfortune"
"Sure, I have no reason to keep it standing, do you?" Baris states and asks as he peeks into the room.
The gremlins begin peppering the group with arrows from the cupboards. Though with each of you next to the walls they have no luck until you enter the room.
take worse
take worse
"I've got an idea" says Arasmes. He finds a place to hide before he tries his best to mimic the sound of a baboon in distress.
Hopefully those baboons will come in here and fight the pugwampis who are destroying their home.
take worse
take worse
Baris at hearing this hides around the corner, outside of the effect of the pugwampis.
Azulth dodges a few arrows and grunts as one pierces his arm. He quickly draws his scimitar while muttering a few words and wagging his fingers. Suddenly, the space where he occupied appears empty to the enemy, and Azulth steps aside, treading softly.
"Very well if you have a plan, act on it, otherwise I shall simply smite them"
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Alton stands back in the other room as well, bringing the fiery creature with him. The baboons come out in force over a dozen of them. The first ones enter the kitchen and squawk at the gremlins. Then the horde of baboons charge out attacking those they see, being Alton. They stay away from the fire creature but it likes to burn them. Baris is seen by a few, though those get taken out quickly.
Baris quickly yells to be heard by Alton, "Just smite and burn them all!"
Arasmes remains still, his plan coming to fruition.
Now to just hope they dont see me, and all will be well. I wonder if the baboons will eat them or just beat them to death...
Azulth grins as the gremlins go about their business, thinking he isn't there. He whispers under his breath and casts another spell on himself, this time a defensive illusion to make him harder to hit, before stepping again, preparing finally to fight.