
Selina Aldaeth |

I am assuming it bit Selina...
Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Selina screams in pain at the creature's bite, and with rage in her eyes, spins the curved blade and aims it for the dreaded creature's head, "Die, you unholiest of beasts!"
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Kwin Avassar |

Well done, Selina. Well done. Kwin continues to choke and gag on the creatures scent.
Why don't we make sure there is nothing valuable on that unfortunate and then go outside for some fresh air? I can barely keep my eyes open because they're watering so bad from the smell. Maybe a meal and short rest outside will rejuvenate us all some.

Kwin Avassar |

Holding his breath, Kwin will check over the creature to see if there is anything of interest on its person. After that, he'll make a quick survey of the room and then be ready to move back outside.

Valynie |

Gasp ! I aggree !
Once outside
We were too noisy there ! Kaduk , I would propose this following routine now . If we see a door ahead , you go on to check traps , listen at the door for noises and then give us a sign to come . As this put you in more danger than us , this is only a suggestion . Feel free to naysay it

Kwin Avassar |

Now, why are we outside again?
My fault, my friend. The stench really did a number on me and I just needed some fresh air. Let's have a quick meal out here and then we can delve further below.

Kaduk Jaskar |

Kaduk Jaskar wrote:Now, why are we outside again?My fault, my friend. The stench really did a number on me and I just needed some fresh air. Let's have a quick meal out here and then we can delve further below.
Heh. You should see my room at the inn I used to stay. When they wanted to charge extra for 'housekeeping' that's when I decided to start adventuring again.

Yurggen Flintfinger |

those with lying, scheming orc blood, can call me Mr. Flintfinger!!! :-)
Well if the directions were right...this was the place. Yurggen set down and began to cook up a meal of several hares he had shot on the trip in, some large turnips, and some kind of green tubular things that he spotted some deer eating.
Just as the stew came to a boil, he heard a commotion behind him, and saw a bedraggled group emerge from the ruins. Standing he pushed his spectacles up closer to his eyes, and lay down his pipe, bowing in the direction of the newcomers.
"Well now just in time for lunch". Yurggen Flintfingers the name...brewing and making things are the game". "There's plenty here if you're interested".
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Dexterity Check
Perception DC-2

Kaduk Jaskar |

As Kaduk left the dank air of the delve, his olfactory senses were greeted with the smell of cooking and the sight of a bespectacled dwarf. Quite a place to set up shop, Mr Flintfinger. The smell might attract predators. Best if it were finished quickly. What's there behind your back? Strong smelling for seasoning eh?
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Yurggen Flintfinger |

Yurggen carefully eyes the elf, then the bow then back to the elf. He then slowly and carefully lowers the bubbling bomb to the ground.
Then with a roll of his eyes..."Elves"! "ok, you got me". "You've uncovered my dastardly plot". "I came out and built this campfire, and cooked up all this delicious food, in an effort to draw out any suspecting adventurers from the ruins". "Little did I expect a full adventuring part to arise to my lure". "Now I will take on all of you by myself, defeat you and take all the treasure that you won so handily". "Now do you want to eat or feather me with arrows"?

Kwin Avassar |

Well, the fact is we did come back to the surface to lunch.
Kwin eyes the food, as though by his gaze alone he could determine if it were poisoned. Then he helps himself.
As an after thought, with a mouth full of food, he asks Oh, you aren't in league with the forces of Rovagug, are you?
He gives the same purposeful gaze at the dwarf, as though by his gaze alone he could determine the veracity of the dwarf's words.

Valynie |

"A choice! I love having choices! Let's see .... Somehow, poisoning people's food does not strike me as something the destroyer's people would indulge into... Ok , I'll kill you after eating if the food is not good . On second thought, if it is not good , we'll force you to eat everything . for once revenge will be a plate served hot. the goddess would approve "

Yurggen Flintfinger |

"You know now that I think about it...maybe you'd better not eat any". "What with your delicate elven stomach, this stuff doesn't have any honey, or butterfly dust, or pine cones or daffodils or whatever you tree huggers eat". "Everybody else though...dig in"
Note to self. Add a rank of Profession cook at level 2 :-)

Kwin Avassar |

So, Yurggen. We are in the process of seeking fame and fortune nearby, while devastating the plans of a cult of Rovagug nearby. There is strength in numbers. And, I'm told, strength in dwarfs. Would you be willing to lend your aid in our goals for an equal share?
Kwin glances at the others to make sure he hasn't overstepped his bounds.
Assuming Yurggen agrees, we will head back down to the room where we just slayed that undead creature. As we head down, Kwin will quietly brief Yurggen on the other ways that they have already gone, and what they've seen so far.

Yurggen Flintfinger |

So, Yurggen. We are in the process of seeking fame and fortune nearby, while devastating the plans of a cult of Rovagug nearby. There is strength in numbers. And, I'm told, strength in dwarfs. Would you be willing to lend your aid in our goals for an equal share?
Kwin glances at the others to make sure he hasn't overstepped his bounds.
Assuming Yurggen agrees, we will head back down to the room where we just slayed that undead creature. As we head down, Kwin will quietly brief Yurggen on the other ways that they have already gone, and what they've seen so far.
"Well I'd come out here hoping to do just that, but seeing the way you guys are tearing into this food...I'm thinking about opening a food stand right here". "I mean think of how many adventurers come out of the dungeon...which is not known for it's culinary delights I might add, hungry and flush with treasure to pay for it".
"But know I'd be bored". "Of course I'd like to join your troop". "Thought I might just hire someone for the food stand idea"...but anyway I'm ready to go when you are". and with that Yurggen goes off behind a boulder, and pulls out his pack, resplendent with it's many loops, and bandoleers.