Andras Teoss |
Andras hurries over the catwalk to Karla's slumped body.
"I should be able to help somewhat, though I didn't expect us to face a poison that potent. Luckily, the spider poisons usually dissipate quite quickly. Ironically, if someone would be able do deal with it fully, it would be Karla..."
He finds the bite marks on the body and presses his holy symbol to the blackened flesh around them, uttering a prayer for Abadar to cleanse it.
Lesser restoration: Str: 1d4 ⇒ 3
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Lord Zohan |
"Andras, perhaps you could help Karla and the prisoners over here? We'll get out of this nest and close the trap door. I'd love to get us to safety before any other surprises in this house jump out."
Sorry to be pushy. I wanted to help the story along but I have to run out the door.
Karla Teg |
Karla opens her eyes to find a great loud symbol of Abadar staring her in the face like some angry soprano who got her hair done the wrong colour in Magnimar.
"Hgnmph!" is all she can manage for now as she gets to her feet and walks out of the room, shivering.
I understand why people don't like spiders... Huge ones especially...
Later: "Andras, you have my thanks! Abadar has indeed granted you with His grace and I am grateful you opted to share some of it with me." Uncomfortable, she turns away bluntly, awkwardly silent.
DireMerc |
"You have my thanks. You are fine warriors but we must quickly leave this place and warn the town the ogre...." he speak in a gruff and authoritative tone.
Jakardos stops as he notices Shalelu standing near the door...he stops surprised...
"What? How did you?" he stammers and before you know he starts to cry and weeps openly.
The two men with Jarkardos seem shocked at what they are seeing like they cant believe what they are seeing.
Even Shalelu is clearly surprised at this reaction. This is obviously not what she was expecting.
Jakardos |
"Because it was all my fault and I couldn't bare to stay!" replies Jakardos still shaken by the unexpected reunion. Still he manages to get himself back together.
"We need to speak of this later this isn't the time or place. Can you spare some healing? Me and my men are all injured. Some weapons too would be nice. Have you seen any of our gear?"
Lord Zohan |
Feeling that it is not diplomatic to intrude on this intimate moment, Lord Zohan decides to rearrange the items in his backpack until Jakardos poses the open questions. "I don't believe we have. There is a bear outside, though. Could that belong to one of you? And these beasts have dropped these terrible hooks as they perished. Could you use them in a pinch?"
Zadderk Crowe |
Zadderk stands, looking out the door for any oncoming ogres or other intruders, as well as giving his crossbow a nervous glance towards the spiders that fled to the corner. He wasn't about to let anything interupt them again while they recuperated. "If'n ye wanna talk healing, we ain't got much, but I figure one'o us could spare ye' some, if any. Healin' ain't mah thing, though..." he points out.
Karla Teg |
Karla looks at her feet as she struggles not to say anything while the couple has at it, but it's too much for her: "Can this touching conversation wait? Is that it? Did we clear the nest? How many more are there, lurking behind the corner? Hm? Tell us what you saw. I'm not riding back to the village until I've finished this!!"
"As for healing... Gather round! These fly-scukers and brain-eaters have taken a serious dent into us, but through His Strength and Resolve, may we be granted the will to fight on!"
As she ends, she taps her sword against her armour, and a clear metallic sound rises through the air. Your mouth is filled with the ferrous taste of blood, but the pain in your muscles and the cuts on your bodies recede.
After a few seconds, she strikes her armour again.
Channel twice: 3d6 + 3d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 3) + (1, 5, 6) = 17
And a third time!
Channel: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 6) = 10
""Guess he's not so impressed..." she mumbles.
Andras Teoss |
"It's the least I could do after you took the vilest of those monsters head-on and spared us from a similar fate, Karla."
If there's anyone who still lacks 5 or more HP after the channeling, Andras will use the wand of CLW to heal them.
later
Andras backs a bit further away from Karla gesticulating with her sword in hand.
"Clearing this place or at least retrieving the rangers' gear makes sense, but you're still in no shape to fight after the poison. Perhaps we could switch places and I could replace you on the front line? I can lend you my crossbow if you don't have a ranged weapon of your own. I am not as fierce a fighter but I know how to hold a line."
He turns to the Black Arrows.
"If any of you feel ready to get into melee, I have a sword or a dagger to spare."
Lord Zohan |
"Friends, my firepower is mostly spent but I have a bit of protective magic still in me. Allow me to encircle whoever will be on the front line with an abjuring aura that will lessen the power of evil foes to harm you. All those around you within two arm's lengths will benefit from the same protection."
Lord Zohan has magic circle against evil if Karla or Andras don't already have it. He then casts detect magic in the hopes of spotting any ill-concealed magical traps, though he doesn't expect these creatures to use such things.
Lord Zohan |
Just to give him some extra protection, Lord Zohan casts magic circle against evil on Andras. He starts up the stairs, checking for the traps that are sure to be there, and sends his unseen servant ahead of him in hopes of setting off any sensitive traps.
Lord Zohan |
Given the ruckus made downstairs, Lord Zohan doesn't imagine there is a great threat up here. At least not one that can open doors on its own. He casts shield on himself, then sends his unseen servant to open all three doors, starting with the one on his left.
Andras Teoss |
Andras gives his crossbow to Karla and his silver dagger to one of the black arrows. Armed with a cold iron longsword and a light steel shield, he takes position abreast of Lucan and ventures forth, ready to face the dangers lurking upstairs.
While Zohan directs his magical assistant to open the door, Andras touches his armor with his holy symbol, giving it a faint glow. Sacred Armor, +1 enh bonus for 1 minute/level
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Zadderk Crowe |
"Well. That looked potentially dang'rous, eh?" he says with a bit of a chuckle. "Doubt any ogres'd be in tha' room, but could nay hurt to look, right?" he says as he follows behind the whole crowd. "I dun like these halls. Too tiny. Narrow. Hard to kill the folks without shootin any of ye'" he says like it's almost a hindrance.
Andras Teoss |
Andras carefully approaches the door and looks inside, hesitant to clamber across the spikes in his heavy armor.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
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DireMerc |
Andras has a quick peek and notice an Ogrekin in a room that looks like a workshop of somekind. The ogrekin fires a crossbow at Andras but Andras quickly ducks behind the corner and the bolt misses.
The Ogrekin curses and gets to work reloading the crossbow but seems to have some trouble because he seems to be a cripple. He has scars all over a bum leg and a badly deformed left arm.
The bones stop you from entering the room but they are just bones they can be smashed away rather easily. It would just take you a round to do so. You need to deal 20 damage, 15 if you have a bludgeoning weapon.
Lord Zohan |
Lord Zohan offers Andras a flask of alchemist's fire from his bandolier to toss at the ogrekin and, standing to the side of the entrance, he batters at the bones with both ends of his quarterstaff.
(A) I really didn't think Lord Zohan was going to be rolling melee damage in this campaign... ever. :-) B) Do I need attack rolls?)
QS dam 1: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3
QS dam 2: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4
Andras Teoss |
Andras reflexively catches the flask and stares at it incredulously for a moment, before finally tossing it at the ogrekin. Atk: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31 Please modify for range or point blank shot as needed as there's no map. Dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
Crit dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 2
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Lord Zohan |
Gonna fast forward a bit
You manage to take out the crippled ogrekin. You break the bone spears and examine his workshop. You quickly determine that this is the one who made all the traps you found so far.
There is a large chest in the corner of the room.
(It's all that remains of the ogrekin! Sorry, couldn't resist.)
If the chest has a keyhole, Lord Zohan quickly searches the slain ogrekin for a key. If not, he searches for traps on the chest and then uses his quarterstaff to lift the lid while standing as far away as possible, making sure no one is directly in front of the chest.
Perc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
just in case Reflex save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Karla Teg |
"That's... Weird..? I could have bet my father's sword that the chest would be trapped!" says Karla with a weak voice as she reloads her crossbow with a grunting effort.
The strength has been sapped from me! That damned spider! What a poor servant of the Iron Lord I am, barely able to lift a stupid crossbow!"
"I have to ask, how much of a hurry are we in? I would like to take a few minutes to commune with Gorum. I wish to ask for his blessing in accelerating my recovery. Can you guard me in prayer, brothers?"
Lord Zohan |
Old enough to be Karla's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, Lord Zohan at first assumes she is speaking to the others. He casts detect magic and identifies the crap out of the potions, mumbling their names aloud to himself as he goes from one to the next.
spellcraft: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31
A sixth sense tells him to turn around and realize that he was included among the 'brothers' Karla mentioned. He clears his throat in embarrassment.
"Oh, yes. Of course. By all means. We'll protect you. Perhaps one of these potions can help?"
Lord Zohan |
Well, I was hoping to scan 'em without manhandling anything in the chest because I've seen just how deadly these traps can be. [insert image of Serra skewered multiple times here]. However, now that I've pushed my luck with the potions in hopes of finding something to help Karla's weakened state, I shall leave the sack in the chest for a moment and protect her while she does her prayer thing. Assuming nothing interrupts us...
Once Karla's communion is complete, Lord Zohan examines the sack of coins for trip mechanisms or possibly a panel beneath that triggers when the weight of the sack is lifted.
Perc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
If he finds anything suspicious, he asks the three rangers if any of them has experience removing traps.
Zadderk Crowe |
Zadderk didn't so much as bother to raise his crossbow for the prior fight, knowing full well how explosive and powerful the mixture of their group could be. He figured it best to save bolts and meanders about the room looking out the exits, making sure no one else is coming for them. A job he was becoming rather adept at, if only because there was nothing left in the rooms by the time he realized what was happening.
Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (19) + 17 = 36
Karla Teg |
After her prayer, Karla gets back feebly to her feet and extends her arms, palm facing up, breathing deeply: "You are the sword that cuts through the chaos, choosing the unlucky warrior. Spare me this time!"
Afterwards, she seems to move with greater ease, and her smile has come back. She turns to the others: "I'll have my sword back now! You can have my spare one..."
Studied Restoration and Cure serious wounds, cast restoration.
DireMerc |
Zohan doesn't find any traps. I assume he would pick up the pouch.
He doesn't lose a hand I was only joking about that
A blade pops out and stabs Zohan in the hand for 4 damage. The blade is poisoned (spider venom too) so make a fort save dc 17 or lose 1d8 str.
Ok so you wait 15 minutes and Karla prepares her spells. Cast one on herself.
The final room at the end of the hall contains the final encounter of this house. You can hear a female voice shouting out for her boys to come tell her whats going on.
Lord Zohan |
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
By the grace of every god in the pantheon, Lord Zohan manages to resist the spider venom coursing through his venerable veins.
He mutters a string of curses quite unbecoming of a man of his station before peering into the painfully won bag of coins to appraise their value by weight and color. Appraise: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
"Anyone care to play the role?" Lord Zohan whispers to his comrades, after hearing the female's voice.
Lord Zohan |
"The role of one of those ogrekin we felled. They were evidently the children of whatever we're about to face in the room at the end of this hall. Hear that screech emitting from the room like fingernails on slate?" Lord Zohan sucks on the wound and spits out any remaining toxin.
Lucan Arcaranarian |
Lucan shrugs, nods at Lord Zohan, and then yells out in the direction of the screeching female voice, "Coming, mum!"
Bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Holding his sword in one hand and his Wand of Shocking Grasp in the other, he looks at Andras and jerks his head in the direction of the hallway, indicating that they should get a move on. Wasting no time, he heads down the hallway towards the voice.