Jones gets into flanking with Darius and stabs it with his rapier.
The creature misses Jones, who pokes it, making a slight divot on one of its appendages.
Bulldozer repeats with more accurate strikes.
You're running into the painful confluence of doing half damage BEFORE subtracting 10. So anything energy-wise needs to deal at least 21 damage to do anything.
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Bulldozer smacks the Construct twice, hard, though not as much damage goes through this time.
The construct slams Bulldozer twice.
Or tries to, but whiffs against the nimble, armored Duergar.
Darius' feral senses seem to raise to a point and his sight changes. It more focused as outwardly it begins to cover in midnight fur and elongate. The snapping of bone and sinew reshaping was sickening, though recipient seemed not to notice. Eventually over the course of this and the last ventures.. Darius' morphing had ended.. he looked much like a Wolf.. standing on two legs wielding a sword now the size of a greatsword in both clawed hands.
A Howl escaped from his maw and He came down with the blade and a vicious bite.
Darius hurts it, but it stays intact as his jaws close on a hard lump of metal instead of a weaker point.
Jones pokes it again.
Jones hits it in something vital, apparently, because the creature finally falls over despite the low power of the thrust.
With the combat over, the group can take another look at the painting. In the background of it is another creature, hard to see, that appears to be some sort of four armed gorilla.
It resembles a Girallon.
There are 3 doors. The sound of loud snoring comes from the leftmost one.
Darius raises and eyebrow as his wolflike head sniffs the air, checking the door for traps or if it was locked
The door is neither locked nor trapped.
Darius opens the door, somewhat quietly.
An ugly, bushy haired man lays sprawled on the bed. Even in sleep his form is massive, and he would tower over any in the party currently if he were upright (save, maybe, Darius with his Mutagenic form).
The room reeks of smoke and copper, as if someone has been burning pennies.
As you enter the room his eyes snap open and he awakes with a snort.
Darius looks down at the man and speaks, half in a growl; " Who are you? " The wolfin Darius says his whip now in his hand coiled up cracking his knuckles in his other clawed one.
The huge man sits up and swings his legs off of the bed, setting them down onto the ground with a solid thump. "You're in my room, buddy. I'll ask the questions. Who the hell are you?"
Darius spits on the ground and grins " Your room you say? How fittng. Are you the butler of Caromarc? Considering we were invited and so far there has been nothing but oddities.. trying to kill us. That might include you, assuming you arent the Beast's brother. "
"Who's Caromarc? I'm nobody's butler. And nobody's brother, leastways not anymore."
"Anyways, I asked your name."
Darius smirks somehow with his new face, " Then why are you in his house using his rooms, much like the trolls in the front gate? How long have you been staying here? " Darius seems to Glare at him.
"Because this place is abandoned. I checked around a little bit, and besides some monsters that were easy enough to avoid, there's nobody home."
"And you never answered my question - who are you?"
Darius sighs and gives his signature response " I am Darius of House Ral'Algul, A family of Chelaxian professional Hunters.. Monster Hunters to be Exact, More specifically of the Lycanthrope variety at it's core, though we do wipe out the other evils. And you are...? "
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Sledge cracks his neck, his perceptive eyes evaluating the other members of Darius's group. He seems satisfied with what he sees, and says, "The name's Samuel Sledge. I'm a professional hobo."
"Also, I think it's only fair to ask, if you hunt werewolves, why in the hell do you look like one? 'He who hunts monsters'?"
Darius seems mildly annoyed that it seems like Samuel Sledge insulted him. " A monster I have been called before for my expert ability at slaying said creatures but I am a proud Half-elven man. What else could you be speaking o- " As Darius swung his arm aloft he got a glimpse of it.. hair? No thats not right, it was thicker.. fur. Black Fur, slick like his hair, he touched his fingertips together.. claws.. he knew it would make him Feral.. but this was..odd. Placing his hand slowly up his neck and face.. the fur continued and the shape.. was vastly different. He would have questions, but at this time would get no answers.
" *cough* This... is simply a temporary.. mishap it seems. I am borrowing the strength of the creature and thus it seems my form has.. morphed. No matter. We will be going forth and clearing our way to Caromarc, you can enjoy your room. "
"Now hold up. I need to get out of here pretty soon and so do ya'll - and from what I've seen, this place is regularly crawling with nasties. There's safety in numbers, and I'm quite capable of carrying myself in a fight. Whaddaya say we work together?"
Darius turns to the man and looks him over, " And what is it that you can do professional hobo? You may be somewhat large.. but otherwise I see nothing distinguishing about you.. save for the smell.. If you wish to leave the way back has been cleared, however there is a mob that wishes to burn down this place soon "
"I can beat the tar out of most things I run into. Plus, I came from that way, and I avoid going back the way I came - gotta keep moving forward, y'know?"
" What if that is the only way out.. unless you want to jump down 200ft t the water that is? "
"Places like this almost never have one exit."
Darius shrugged, " Well then, I see no reason for you not to as one of my faith. Leaving you behind would be a misdeed, never know when that Air elemental trap may go off again, and drop someone to their doom. Let's hope you are good as you say. " Darius turns around and walks away, exploring the other areas now.
There is a door (easily unlocked by Jones) in the Guest bedroom Sledge is staying in that leads onto a narrow balcony that gives a glorious view of the waterfalls. With no handrails.
The room across the hall is nearly identical, and contains nothing of any real value, besides comfortable beds.
In the next room, Darius' search reveals a number of valuable technical manuals, and a fine Jade and Gold writing set, and a fine ink jar with a silver clasp (worth 150 gp, 300 gp, and 50 gp respectively).
Jones, with help from Darius and Sledge, uncovers a hidden, locked cupboard in the final room (which appears to be the master bedroom).
Darius looks it over.. and then lets Jones go about Disabling it.
There is a Wyvern Arrow trap on the cupboard.
Jones can Take 10 and disable this trap with no issue.
The wardrobe is crammed with fine men’s clothing—10 noble’s outfits, six scholar’s outfits, and one royal outfit. One of the dressing table’s drawers contains a jewelry box holding a silver chain worth 50 gp, a gold snuff box set with a topaz worth 400 gp, a platinum-
handled magnifying glass in a leather case worth 600 gp, and a monocle with a silver chain ending in a diamond pin worth 800 gp. The secret cupboard contains several chests of coins totaling 2,000 gp, and an ivory figure of goats.
The ivory figure radiates magic.
Darius looks over the figure and makes a simple overview of it before passing it to someone more skilled. In his current state thinking was difficult.
Jones examines the figure.
Jones examines the figure.
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