"I like you, but I think Ezrael's wand is better for you..."
Ezreal draws a wand and as it flares passes the energy through a light touch to Lightbringer. Not accepting less than perfect, the mage does it again repairing one last frayed cable to perfect condition.
The door is still shut. Trose's examination at least indicated that it isn't locked.
Rod bolts two potions. +6+9=15 h.p.
"Wow.....my bladder is floating."
"We need to disarm that trap - we can't take many more blasts like that one."
"We need to disarm that trap - we can't take many more blasts like that one."
"Why don't we just smash it down? Can't trap a broken door," the elf grunts.
"Lets see what we can do, shall we?"
Disable Device: 20 (natural) + 8 + 3 (AP) + 4 (circumstance)=35
"I think I better stand back...for the time being."
Trose, with a greater awareness of the trap, is able to carefully erase the imbued glyphs making up the trap, and disarms it.
"Splendid work, all. Splendid work. All good things, possible through the light of the Flame."
Rod snickers at his own preachiness.
"Healing....running out."
"I'll wait for one of you stalwarts to open it. I might strain something."
"No more traps? Then let's open this thing!" Janosz steps forward and pushes the door open.
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Rodergo makes the sign of the sacred flame over his heart, then takes a swig of bourbon.
Rodergo makes the sign of the sacred flame over his heart, then takes a swig of bourbon.
Pretty good for post #666.....
Janosz pushes open the door. Beyond, the chamber is shrouded in darness, the meagre light from the sunrod lying on the floor behind the party illuminating a few pillars but revealing little of the depths of the next chamber.
A sibilant voice murmurs from the darkness.
"Somebody bring up that light," Runzyl's grip on his weapon tightens. "We're going to need it."
"Choom, you see anything?"
I'll go grab the sunrod.
"Chuck it in there, or what?"
"Hold it for now, until we know more of what we face."
"Will do."
From behind the more aggressive members of the group Ezreal replies angrily, hissing and spitting in the tongue of dragons,
Lightbringer brings up the torch he lit a few moments earlier, and positions himself protectively between Ezreal and the hidden speaker, attempting to shed further light into the darkness.
“Give us the word friend Ezreal,” he says softly.
"I think we've found our guys. They've been waiting for us, but it looks like they would rather hide in the dark now that we're here."
“Then let us bring the light to them,” states the warforged.
I'm out of buffs. I have some offensive hand grenades I've been holding on to; couple scrolls and whatnot. Saving spells for healing as much as possible, but I can do a few nifty things as long as this is the big boss scrap here.
Bringing up the torch makes little more difference to Lightbringer or anyone else without night vision. However, Runzyl sees a bit further. While he cannot see enough to make out the dimensions of the chamber, he can identify what seems to be a forest of pillars in a cathedral-like space.
Gnarly peers in too, his darkvision penetrating further. “Hmm, looks big – I can’t see the far end. Lots of pillars round the edge, and the floor seems to dip as you go in. There’s some big statue or something – can’t quite make it out from here. Can’t see the little scaly buggers yet – no offence, your majesty. Heh!”
Ezreal pulls one of his never-used crossbow bolts from its quiver and with a word imbues it with inner brilliance. Then he offers it to the dwarf, "Here Gnarly, sink this as far back as you can. Let's see what we're dealing with."
As the wizard casts his spell, i draw the last two sunrods from my belt with my left hand and toss them into the room together, mentally steeling my eyes against the impending flash as the land and burst into light.
Trose hurls his two sunrods as Gnarly fires. The rods and bolt clatter down and illuminate a large chamber, almost like an amphitheatre, which dips down in circular serried rows to a central level area. Pillars leap up from the raised walkways, staggered to create a forest-like effect, to the domed roof, and a wide stair leads from the door to the central pit. The whole room is clearly huge, its further recesses remaining lost in shadow.
The pit has no pillars, but instead it is dominated by a truly immense statue of a dragon at it centre. It rears at the centre of the chamber, its shoulders seemingly supporting the peak of the roof, its long neck inclined towards the entrance, its jaws agape as it in the act of breathing its terrible weapon upon those approaching, its hide glittering in the light with encrusted red gems.
Before the dragon, dwarfed by its bulk and the setting, stand three kobolds. One wears rich robes of red and yellow and stands calmly with its hands crossed across its front. Another wears a loose jacket and trousers, similar to those worn by the monks previously defeated, those these are rich red silk rather than brown homespun. A third wears leather armour and wields a bone-white spear. From this distance it is still clear that each is hideously scarred, where sections of skin have been scored or flayed away completely from their hands and bodies. They flinch briefly from the light as the sunrods flare, but regain their confident poise almost immediately.
The robed kobold gazes up and bows slightly, and continues in its sibilant tongue.
"Ez? You seem to know well the draconic tongue. What say these three?"
In a low voice Ezreal relates, "They refuse to speak common, but they do understand it. They want to negotiate. Considering we made an agreement with Choom, I don't see that as a possibility. Besides that, they only offer because that one with the spear must be their mind warping envoy..."
"Shall I open our negotiations with a bang?"
sense motive on the speaker: r14+8=22.
Are they just waiting for us to burn buffs, or are they sincere?
"I am Rodergo Xativa, humble servant of the Silver Flame. How are you fellows doing today?"
As the kobolds speak, Janosz leans over towards Choom. "Hey, Choom", he mutters, "is this room chock-full of traps as well?"
"Shall I open our negotiations with a bang?"
"Sounds good to me. Let's get out of the doorway first, though - I don't like the way that statue is poised. Could be some sort of magical trap or mechanism."
"I thought about that as well."
sense motive on the speaker: r14+8=22.
Are they just waiting for us to burn buffs, or are they sincere?
As the kobolds speak, Janosz leans over towards Choom. "Hey, Choom", he mutters, "is this room chock-full of traps as well?"
"Long time since Choom here. Maybe new traps, but no traps before."
"I only wish that I believed that negotiating with your foul ilk would produce anything but....a mockery of civilized discourse and cooperation between our folk."
init(?) r3 (gaaaaah!)
From behind the others Ezreal quietly casts preparing for his chance to make a first strike.
“We don’t negotiate with evil,” says Lightbringer flatly. He then turns his head briefly to consider Choom. “Not that evil at any rate…”
Abruptly, Lightbringer lets his torch fall, hefts his greatsword, and jogs forward towards the trio of kobolds.
As Ezreal's Fireball streaks towards the kobold leaders, Janosz dashes through the door and breaks left. Finding a suitable spot, he squeezes off a shot at the armoured kobold.
"Boring conversation anyway."
"Boring conversation anyway."