Brok does not detect any dangerous traps on either of the doors and both open into empty rooms. Neither room has seen activity recently and they both look safe to rest in if you desire.
"More big empty. Stupid place. Stupid Goat waste space."
"Empty is good" - Grezzor smiles at Arlok - "Allows us to rest and recover if needed"
"Stop here and rest so that dragon-Malzii's magic will recharge?"
Happy to rest his weary bones, Keil finds a corner of the room, curls up into a ball beneath his cloak and closes his eyes.
Before we bed down to rest, Brok checks the door in room 25, checking for traps and listening if it appears untrapped.
(+3 for traps)
Brok sees the door is not locked or trapped, and it opens to yet another empty room. There is a door in the opposite wall however.
Brok repeats the process with this latest door.
(+3 for traps)
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Initiative
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Brok opens the un-trapped door with ease. As he peers into the dark chamber his darkvision reveals water dripping from the ceiling of this room, sparkling and glistening on thousands of spider webs that are as thick as string. His keen eyes spot the makers of these threads, a pair of large spiders that rouse themselves from their torpor and move to the attack!
Arlok moves past Brok as he calls out about the spiders. He readies his glaive for the spiders to rush forward.
"No point in trying to burn the webs" - the goblin points out - "The room is just too damp" - he finishes, moving to the doorstep, and a vivid cone of clashing colors springs forth from his hands toward the spiders.
The sound of Brok opening other doors stirs Keil from his rest. Rubbing his eyes, the fetchling follows the limber goblin into the next room and the next after that. The sight of spiders does not exactly fill Keil's heart with any joy. Stepping to the side, Keil readies his bow knowing the strain of knocking an arrow and drawing back the string will be painful. Remembering their efficiency with the undead, the shadowy man lets the warriors pour into the room ahead of him.
Grey moved up to see what the commotion was about, his zombie following at his heels.
"More vermin." he mused dispassionately. He gestured toward the spiders. "Kill them."
Grey busied himself aiding his allies.
Grezzor advances into the room and, realizing the spiders would be unaffected by his illusory spell, instead sends his flaming sphere into the room at one of the spiders.
Keil switches to a more appropriate weapon as Arlok prepares for the spider's onslaught.
Praetor sends his zombie minion into the fray, while he bolsters the goblin ranger's next attack.
Vargrenz readies to attack the spider once it enters the range of his fists...but the spiders have other ideas...one of them skitters higher in the webs out of range and twisting its abdomen at the duergar, it sends a strand of webbing at Vargrenz...
miss.
...but Vargrenz ducks under the strand easily.
The other spider climbs along the wall and over the corner, sending a glob of webbing at Arlok...
...despite the distance the webbing slams into the godling and spreads over his body, hardening quickly as the strands spread over his body.
The goblin wizard wills the sphere to again roll over the same spider as before.
Brok aims his crossbow at the closest spider and lets fly.
Then he reloads.
"Nothing hold Arlok."
After bursting free Arlok moves underneath the spiders so if they move or shoot webbing again he can take advantage of the opening.
Varg calls back to Grezzor.
Got any make me big magic left?
Grezzor sends his magical ball of fire upwards, crashing into the spider and flaming it to a crisp.
Malzii uses her ancestor's blessings on the fetchling even as Arlok tears off the webbing as if it was nothing but a minor annoyance, while Brok sends a bolt into the abdomen of the remaining spider.
Grey ordered the zombie to stop and wait, then stepped in with Arlok to swing at the spider.
Stepping out from around the corner, Keil spies one of the wounded spiders, the one with a particularly nasty leak in its abdomen. Biting hard on his teeth to keep the screaming pain in his joints from distracting him, Keil looses his arrow.
Vargrenz tries to provoke the vermin into biting into his tough flesh, while Praetor's swing goes low, missing it completely. Keil's shot is far more accurate here, drawing more dripping ichor, but not killing it.
Raaz moves to the door's edge and sends a dark crackling bolt of electricity at the last spider...
...but the bolt impacts on the webs above it harmlessly. Muttering a vile curse he yells, "Get out of the way! I need a clear shot!"
The tiefling's ire proves unfounded as the spider, sensing it is vastly outnumbered and also feeling the heat radiating from the flaming sphere, retreats further upwards into a crack along the ceiling and out of your sight.
"Done" - Grezzor nods. He was about to send the flaming sphere after the remaining spider, but decided against it since the spell's effect would be about to end.
Shifting his arcane focus, he casts a simple detection spell, and surveys the area for magical auras.
Keeping one eye on that crack in the ceiling where the spider disappeared, Brok searches the room for anything valuable.
(+3 for traps)
Neither Grezzor nor Brok find anything valuable in their searches, although Brok sees two large cocoons in the room, which contain thousands of tiny spiders that run away into cracks in the walls once they are cut open.
"We need safer place to stay if we gonna sleep now." Brok says to the group.
"Jam door after we go so that spider momma not come back for vengeance."
"Next safe. We rest if tired. Arlok fine, hungry but fine."
"Bar both doors." Keil points to the door leading into the spider lair and the one most of the party is currently in. Pausing to rub his aching hands the fetchling points his nose in the direction of the adjoining room , "We can rest there, barring the door to the corridor." Casting his gaze from one member to the next, Keil looks to entertain other suggestions however he is already looking forward to a long rest.
Grezzor collects some of the webbing from the cocoons for later inspection, then prepares to bunk down.
Deciding to rest up for the night and finish tackling the dungeon in the morning you all set out to bar the doors as best as you can before setting up a makeshift camp.
Thanks to Grezzor's fire magic and the cooking skills of Brok (paired with a helping hand from Malzii and also Praetor) you manage to make an...edible meal from the gnolls and other vermin you fought previously.
Raaz suggests to set up a watch, despite your barricades. Nodding in agreement you take your scheduled watches. Nothing manages to disturb you though you do note the passage of some creatures on the opposite side of the door at several times during your watches.
The rest of the night passes...leading to the dawn and the rising of the sun, according to Brok. As you have decided to avoid the daylight before you wait for the setting of the sun...
As you all begin to stir and then prepare for your excursion, Keil does note his crippling joint pains have vanished completely, as if he was never injured.
Grezzor takes some time to renew his arcane studies in the morning, and also some time to perform a few tests on the piece of webbing he collected, for tensile strength and resistance.
After a while he stands up - "Ready" - he pipes in, munching on some dry bread - "I guess it makes sense tat Scoot feels awkward next to hostile arachnids - as far as I am aware there is no reason why they would act differently towards him than toward us" - the goblin reasons.
"Arlok ready. Need go find more food for day. Be nice to find wild boar. Arlok like pig. Orc pretty close to pig. Orc maybe good to find too."
"We finish mapping this level and then see what we find on third level of dungeon."
Upon waking, Keil moves gingerly at first. Having spent the last few hours of the previous day in grievous pain, the thought of continuing with the affliction fills the fetchling with trepidation. The pain's absence however fills his heart with joy. Immediately he spits. Peace and happiness are foul emotions which cloud the mind! They are meant to be purged!
Focusing his mind, the shadowy man fills himself with the hatred he'd felt for this place while hobbling around with a common stick. With a snarl he offers a quiet prayer to Hel, vowing to ride this place of its pestilence just as the goddess has seen fit to rid him of his affliction. In Her praise he will paint the walls with the blood of his foes!
Shrugging on his pack and adjusting his blackened cloak, the fetchling nods to the goblins that he is ready he approaches the door, listens and then silently disappears into the hall to continue their survey.
Leaving the sanctity of your campsite, you continue your explorations of this dungeon level. Keil scans the corridor for traps or any other dangers and finds it clean. The corridor winds its way southward, after angling east for a ways, for a long ways before ending in an apparent dead end. You do see two doors in the west wall of the final section of the corridor.