Scratching the side of his head, Keil remembers there were two other doors left unopened in the Gnoll's chamber. Spitting in the direction of the statue, the fetchling turns but rather than follow the goblin down the hall, returns to the Gnoll's chamber and the two doors there.
"This place so big."
Arlok continues to follow.
Keil checks out both doors in the gnoll room and sees the north door leads to an empty room, used as a garbage chamber by the gnolls. The south door Keil notices is trapped, with a pressure plate that triggers the trap. The fetchling manages to determine the trap is a simple dart trap. Jamming the plate allows him to open the door safely.
The door opens into a corridor that leads a short distance before it ends. This corridor has three iron doors along its southern wall, each with a small barred window in the center of the door.
Before the tiefling can investigate further, a commotion is heard out in the hallway...
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As you peer down the corridor, an eerie howl announces the presence of a hyena...at least at first it appears to be. As it draws closer you realize the gaping wounds in its side indicates this is no living beast.
Keil halts his investigation of the southern door. Drawing his sword, the fetchling returns to the door leading in the passage and waits. Should the creature make it as far as his position, the shadowy man plans to catch it unawares.
Grezzor ambles out of the statue room with an irritated look on his face. "By the Hells...what is going on..." He notices the shambling zombie hyena and stops abruptly. "You guys have this right?"
His cold ray nails the zombie nearly dead on, freezing a good chunk of its body.
The zombie continues moving right at Brok...
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but he manages to evade the slavering teeth with ease.
Grey felt fairly useless against the undead. He sighed in exasperation and said a prayer to guide Brok in the fight.
Brok slashes at the undead creature.
Malzii bolster's Grezzor's aim should his magic be needed. Meanwhile, thanks to Praetor's magic Brok returns the attack on the hyena zombie, slashing into its flank deeply and nearly cutting off its hind legs. The zombie, while seriously wounded, still is moving.
Raaz watches to see whether his help will be needed here, as do your orc hirelings.
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Arlok lumbers out of the statue room and looks at Brok for a moment. "Brok need help killing it?" He swiftly moves up the corridor, his glaive arcing up...
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...and cleaving it in two! Skaing off the bits of zombified flesh from his blade he faces Brok, a look of disappointment on his face. " Arlok no like them when they is gooey."
Brok wipes off a bit of dead dog flesh on the rotting thing's pelt and looks to Arlok.
"Thank's big 'un." he says to the half-ogre.
Then he pads down to the opening in the north wall and takes a look.
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Keil checks out both doors in the gnoll room and sees the north door leads to an empty room, used as a garbage chamber by the gnolls. The south door Keil notices is trapped, with a pressure plate that triggers the trap. The fetchling manages to determine the trap is a simple dart trap. Jamming the plate allows him to open the door safely.
The door opens into a corridor that leads a short distance before it ends. This corridor has three iron doors along its southern wall, each with a small barred window in the center of the door.
Keil leans his head around the frame of the door as Arlok cleaves the zombie in half. Yanking his head back, he manages to avoid being splattered with any undead dog goo. "Hmph." Not bothering to hang around to learn where the creature came from, the shadowy man returns his attention the door at the south and the three iron doors contained behind the wooden barrier. Checking that the plate to the dart trap is secure, the fetchling moves down the corridor, examining the three iron doors as he goes.
Brok scouts ahead seeing the opening to another corridor that travels north for about 35' or so before turning east. No doors can be seen however.
Keil checks each of the doors in the 'cell block' and sees each of the cells appears empty, though there is a smattering of straw on the floor of each cell. As he reaches the third cell, his keen eyes pick up another pressure plate, a dart trap aimed at anyone who peers through the grille into the cell.
The shadowy man immediately moves his foot away from the pressure plate. Looking around for something to jam the plate proves difficult however. Undaunted, the fetchling crouches low to the ground, keeping well below the grille of the cell and gingerly applies pressure to the plate to 'safely' trigger the device.
Keil triggers the device and he hears the trap discharge...
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...and feels the dart hit the back of his arm, drawing a small amount of blood. Fortunately the dart does not seem poisoned.
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Despite the chatter from the kobold, Varg's trained ears hear the click from the triggered trap and immediately goes into a defensive crouch. When he sees only the dart sticking out of the careless fetchling's arm, he stands back up and continues to monitor the door. As he does so, he glances at Malzii:
Want to take a bet on whether to dark one, or the goblin, is the first to get himself killed by a trap?
A stream of infernal curses roll off of the fetchling's tongue. Yanking the small dart out of his arm, Keil tosses the small projectile down the hall. Even though he'd put some of his anger behind the throw, the act does little to stem his disgust for his sloppiness. Turning his yellow eyes away from the dart, Keil looks into the cell, deciding the one that's trapped probably has something of value to protect.
Brok keeps watch, waiting for the others to catch up.
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Grezzor moves forward to inform Brok of what they have found - "A trap back there" - he explains - "Keil has... Disarmed it"
Grey chuckled. "That is certainly one way to do it."
It does not take long for the fetchling to find under one of the flagstones of the floor in this small cell, a cache of items: 200 gp, a holy symbol of the goddess Muir, Lady of Justice, Goddess of Virtue and Paladins , a vial of holy water, and a small ornate mirror in a gold frame (100 gp).
"More treasures... We be rich when finished here."
Dead gobs need no riches...
Keil's ears pick up the other's words. Sneering in their direction he shrugs his shoulders, apparently unphased by his handful of critics. Or so he'd like to think. Sure he was reckless to venture off on his own, careless even. But triggering the trap was a risk he was willing to take, To hell with them!
Snickering at the irony of his thoughts, those he now travels with consider the underworld home, hell would be like a vacation for them, the fetchling turns his attention back to the cell. There the seductive glint of precious metal soon puts the shadowy man in a good mood. Collecting the coins and 'decorations', Keil bags the loot and heads back down the hall to join the others. Noticing the doors, the fetchling peruses the doors.
"buy better food...." Arlok scoffs and thinks for a moment.
"Malzii dumb. No better food then free. Coin used for ale and mead. Too bad there no rive of ale or mead. Arlok build home and live there." He chuckles.
Keil listens at both doors, north and south, hearing nothing. He also does not find any traps and both doors are unlocked. He also notes the corridor continues a short distance before turning due south.
Grezzor cannot help but chuckle at the conversation between Brok, Malzii and Arlok, but his attention stays focused on Keil.
Magical statues, two rooms of gnolls and wandering undead... Keil ponders the nature of this dungeon to himself. Looking up at Brok, "Clearing rooms takes priority." Then waving a hand to no one in particular, "Watch the corridor," he presses his hand on the door handle to the north. Hoping it is not another statue, the shadowy man pushes open the door.
Keil opens the door and by the fetchling's vision sees a large room, empty save for two features: A door mounted in the center of the east wall and an open pit at the western side of the room.
Nothing reacts to your presence.
Brok enters the room and looks around.
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Brok looks around the room yet does not notice any traps. The open pit in the floor also does not appear trapped, as there does not appear to be a false floor that covers up the pit.
"Puzzling." Following Brok, Keil too enters the room, making for the pit first. Rubbing a finger over his chin the fetchling reviews the traps he'd seen in this dungeon trying to piece something together, Classic false floors over a pit. Spiked pit. Pressure plates. Gas. Falling boulders... Keil's yellow eyes dart from one possibility to another.
Entering the room Keil heads straight for the pit. He sees the pit is a simple one, 20' deep with a stone floor at the bottom devoid of any spikes or other dangers. His keen eyes do spot a faint discoloration in the stone ceiling directly above the pit, indicating a falling stone block that would fall into the pit crushing everything in it. The fetchling does not see anyway to trigger the trap, which means there is no way for him to disable it.
"Agreed." With no visible way to disable the trap, Keil decides to avoid it...but only for a second. A mischievous grin curls across his lips and two yellow eyes turn towards the duegar, "I need a volunteer."
Keil chuckles, moves past Varg and disappears out into the hall. A few minutes later he reappears dragging the body of one of the dead gnolls behind him. Giving Varg a wink as he goes the fetchling drops the body at the edge of the pit then kicks it over the edge.
With Raaz's help Keil drags the dead gnoll body from the hallway and heave it into the bottom of the pit. The body tumbles down before landing at the bottom with a loud sickening *crunch*, the sound amplified by the walls of the pit. Nothing else happens as Keil can see the weight placed at the bottom of the pit is not the trigger for the trap.
Raaz wipes the gnoll blood off his hands and glares at Keil. "Are you done wasting time here?"