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"Well struck, Jamie."
Simon gasps and suddenly stands digging through his pack. At length, he holds up a headband of two entwined silver snakes, with both jaws holding half of a large ruby, that rests on the brow when worn. “I forgot to tell you, Aladdin. This is for you. Bolgrith suggested it would be best utilized by your talents. I think it has magic in it.”
He holds it out for Aladdin to take.
Simon hangs back, and aims at the great monster’s chest with the longspear.
“Flank! Attack it from both sides!” he calls.
Aladdin still has a turn left.
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Simon follows up the chain right after Jamie. As he recovers at the top, he looks around, his eyes wide with realization. “Rolg isn’t here?! I thought I followed him up! I was certain I grabbed his shoulder…”
“Oh!” Simon suddenly brightens, approaching the door. “Of course!”
“Excuse me, Master Dwarf.” The lordling takes hold of the key. He looks up at the hole in the ceiling, “Turn the key, find the link. I see chains up there!” he points, “Chain links! Up the chimney, ere you sink! I’ll bet if I turn this, that roll of chain will drop, and we can climb out of that opening up there.”
“This door in front of us must be false,” he knocks on it, “Hear that? It sounds completely solid behind here.”
Before anyone can stop him, Simon twists the key further in the lock. As the young man supposed, the roll of chain overhead uncoils and falls to the floor of the small room. Tumblers turn in the lock, and larger mechanisms in the door shunk as heavy deadbolts retract. The door suddenly blasts open, releasing a great deluge of black oil. The thick grease glugs inside under great pressure, and soon the low-ceilinged room begins to fill. In no time at all, the depth of the oil raises from waist height to chest height. The now open door continues to gush oil into the room, and shows no sign of slowing. The chain is covered in oil from the initial explosion of inky grease.
What do you do. The small room is filling with oil, threatening to drown you. There is a chain at the center of the room leading up a ten foot chute, with an opening at the top. Pass a Climb DC 15 to move one-quarter of your move speed, due to the oil on the chain, your hands, legs, and body. The distance to climb is 15 feet total. The oil will break your fall, so you will not take fall damage. But, you will start to suffocate if you wait too long at the bottom.
Simon nods and tries to peer down the pit a safe distance away. "I can't shoot them, angle isn't right. And it's too dark down there. Hm ... "
Logan can see that the stone floor is littered with these rocks. The nearest one to him is at the foot of the stair.
“No objections here,” In seconds, Simon has his bow out, nocked, and aimed. He slowly exhales and releases the arrow.
Rolg and Logan still have standard actions. Bolgrith's rope-gathering and walking to Jamie took up his actions, unless he as a swift he wants to use.
“Nice work, Aladdin!” Simon says as the sorcerer casts his light spell. “Now, to find the trigger. Jamie, Logan, don’t move…”
“Logan, you mentioned you had some experience with traps in the Borderguard? Would you like to use these?” Simon holds up the set of well-made tools for picking locks or other small mechanisms. Masterwork Thieves’ Tools grant a +2 on Disable Device attempts. Remember that ACP applies to Disable Device too :P
“Not that I’ve used them to steal anything,” the young noble adds, his ears turning pink.
“I’ll go. Watch out Jamie!” Simon calls down the stairs. He makes sure his pack and weapons are secure, and then launches himself forward.
“Jamie, move the light closer to the steps. Let’s find that second trap.” Simon unshoulders and digs through his pack. In a moment he produces a roll of pockets containing tiny, fine tools.
Did Logan or Aladdin want to jump? Roll Acrobatics!
Embarrassed, Simon quietly trades his spear for a torch from his pack, and stirs the lingering embers of last night’s campfire until the wadding ignites. “Not everyone can see as well as you two,” he says to the dwarf and hobgoblin. He marches into the tunnel after Logan, shedding light on the rough-hewn stone and the threshold of the concealed doorway. He continues a little further, and lifts his torch as he gazes up the pitted rock at the end.
“Superbly found, Bolgrith. This wall looks like it must be climbed, but I cannot see how far it goes. Were your dwarf eyes able to spot the end? Rolg?” Simon calls from the end of the tunnel.
If you haven’t guessed it, a dungeon-crawl is about to begin. Please see Discussion.
Logan knows that stone structures (natural or hewn) are usually pretty sturdy :P
Simon answers the hobgoblin. “Agreed, Rolg. We should at least rest the night to see if Aladdin returns. If he doesn’t, well, uh, we’ll sort that out tomorrow.” He shifts uneasily for a moment.
He looks at the fissure curiously. “If we get to the other side, I promise we won’t go far, we’ll climb back for the night’s watch. Bolgrith said it would take a lot of magic to move someone to another world, more than he is capable of, respectively. I'm no mage. There isn't much to do but wait.”
Simon peers into the narrow crevasse. He carefully extends an arm inside, up to his shoulder. Frowning he backs away and looks again. “At the very end of my reach, the crack feels like it widens. But I can’t see...”
These are your previous findings:
While Bolgrith’s search of magic turns up only the imbued items worn by his companions, the deepsighted eyes of his kind notice that the wide crack at the back of the cave appears to widen slightly and continue deeper into the rock, turning sharply right after a few feet. Moreover, the texture of the stone at the turn suggests that this fissure was hewn by stone-carving tools. Backing up to reassess the deceptive break in the stone, he thinks that some of his more spry companions, such as Aladdin or Simon, might be able to squeeze through, especially since the opening widens after about a foot or so. As for himself, Bolgrith knows he would need to remove his armor to even consider an attempt at entry.
Roll Kn: Nature or Engineering if you wish to chime in.
Simon nods approvingly. “A man of action, I see. Very well, lieutenant! We gladly accept your aid.”
Simon enters the cave, studying the walls as he rounds the bend in the tunnel.
Simon clears his throat, nodding at Logan before answering Jamie. “Our objective was to locate this ‘Key of Honfogalas’, said to be found in Wolftooth Cave. We received our instructions from a mysterious person, using the alias of ‘Karajhin’.” He raises a hand to forestall any protest, “I know, I know. Why follow the orders of someone we know nothing about? Heh, perhaps for that very reason, to riddlespeak. It is my hope that once we retrieve this item, this mystery will be ousted, either by his design or by our ransom of this key. His vast knowledge and resources suggest a man of great means, and it would be a disservice to the Commonwealth and the Wyldotes if I neglected to investigate a man of such power.”
"split five ways" meaning: Rolg, Bolgrith, Logan, Jamie, and Aladdin? Simon already excluded himself from cash winnings (just not item winnings).
"Bolgrith has a point, Jamie. Wait," Simon divides Balion's gold evenly among them, adding 340 gold bits to each share of the platinum found in Naja's pack. "There."
He stores the jeweled headband and the ruby in his bag as the party grabs the rest. "I hope Aladdin is not gone forever. Squall was able to appear and disappear easily, maybe he will help our mage friend back to us," the young noble hopes aloud.
Was Balion’s body searched before buried? Were his valuables buried with him?
Simon is silent as he helps with the grave, and listens quietly to the words of the others. After a few moments of quiet, he intones,
”Although his time seemed all too brief—
After a solemn nod, he turns to leave, and stops to rest a hand on the dwarf.
Simon returns a respectful nod to Logan, and his eyes brighten at the mention of Patrick and Brenan Stonebit. “The bravery and service of your father is known to many in the Commonwealth. Call me Simon, save the “Sir” for the court and their pomp. I trust that Brenan is doing well -when we parted he seemed determined to drink himself blind- though I had hoped he would keep mum about our goings. But! As Deadeye saw fit, you found us here and just in time. You have our thanks, lieutenant Stonebit.”
Simon shifts uneasily. “In truth, I will tell you the purpose of our trek, but we lost at least one of our number today. Please let us bury him before we discuss it.”
“Bolgrith, did you notice the manner of Aladdin’s disappearance? Do you know anything about that?”
and to keep Bolgrith from digging through past posts, the results of previous knowledge checks:
Aladdin’s disappearance was not like the false-Balion’s invisibility witnessed the day before. Apparently, his problem summoning his eidolon worsened, and resulted in this odd manifestation of the conjuring magics. Bolgrith supposes that Aladdin may have gone to Squall’s home plane, but there is no evidence to support this, nor has he read of such a thing happening. The spell needed to voluntarily shift planes requires a very strong magical ability, that much Bolgrith could be certain of. Wherever Aladdin is, it is a surer bet that he did not intend on going there.
Simon’s comment on Brenan is not surprising -he was oft heard bellowing “WORK HARD, DRINK HARD” at any and all hours of the day. And night. It is joked that a drunk Brenan works harder than ten sober lumberjacks (a joke that he attests to be true).
Simon follows the escaping snake-man, and drives the spear forward seconds after Naja’s failed attempt to bowl over the stalwart hobgoblin.
Jamie moves to cover the crack in the cave wall as she rebuckles the shield to her arm.
Simon whispers to Logan. “I have not seen Master Dwarf cast such a spell. One of our number, a sorcerer, vanished just as the fight with this fiend began. I believe he found a magical necklace that could produce fire -and lots of it- but he is gone. I haven’t had time to worry about him until now.”
Then he raises his voice to the unseen Naja. “Leave Balion’s body alone! Let’s finish this!”
Despite his fury, Rolg’s flail bounces off hard scales and receives a smirk from Naja, though his mocking is cut short when the faithful dwarf stabs deep into his side.
Simon steps over Balion to stab at Naja’s flank.
Rolg and Bolgrith’s sharp sense detect a crunching, scraping noise -metal on metal. The rhythm to it suggest someone -or something- approaching the cave in heavy armor.
Naja adjusts his footing at Rolg's attack.
Simon backpedals and tries again with his spear. "Die, you filth!"
The longspear punctures the snake-man in the center of his chest, as though Naja's tough hide were mere cloth. Dark blood gushes and soaks his robes. The deep wound pulls Naja's attention from Balion, to Simon.
Blood stops seeping from the many bite wounds on Jamie.
Rolg's first swing glances off hard scales, and the second, harder swing certainly connects, but Naja's skin seems unnaturally thick, for only a trickle of dark blood spills from what ought to have been a harmful blow. Naja spares the hobgoblin a look of annoyance.
"Jamie! No!" Simon thrusts his longspear at Naja.
Glad to see Simon is back to his old self. I'll post badguy tonight.
Simon brushes away the charred parts of his cloak and shirt, showing blackened chainmail and a badly burned chest beneath. Undaunted, he cries, “You’ll have to do better than that!”
Following Rolg’s advice, he sheathes the scimitar and produces a longspear from his back as he moves into the edge of the silenced area.
I'll post badyguy turn later.