The lock itself was fairly simple, though time had gummed up the works a little. Still, in less than a minute Angelica felt the second tumbler shift and the bolt turn. The door creaked open - though with the sinspawn's shrieking the sound could only be heard a few feet from the doorway - and revealed an empty room with a hallway leading south.
"Lead the way, I got your back.", the hobgoblin grunted as he fell in behind Angelica.
Angelica heads into the darkness, her eyes easily adjusting to it as they always do. Leading the way she makes to explore what lies beyond the door.
Harbug looks over at the yowling sinspawn one last time, spits on the ground in its direction and turns to follow Angelica.
For her part, Shabbezz can't want to get away from the keening Thassilonian horror. She's practically herding the others onward from the back of the group.
The hallway heads southward before taking a slightly western tack. At the end is a large room. The room was apparently once a large barracks of some kind, with crumbled beds and other furniture. An exit from the room leads off to the east.
Angelica waves the others to follow as she goes through the room for anything hidden or valuable.
Angelica finds nothing of value, but as she examines the room, she does find that behind a tumbled down set of shelving is a stairwell leading further down into the darkness. She also sees that the eastern passage goes farther than she can see with her darkvision.
"I got your back.", Krass grunts.
"I can't even tell how far above... or below the water level we are anymore." Harbug mutters as he follows a few feet behind Krass.
"Hard to say at this point," Shabbezz agrees with the orc. "I suppose that as long as we're not currently drowning the concern is irrelevant."
Tia stayed close behind Shabbezz, sling at the ready. Where is this Clicky-Legs? Surely there isn't something we missed. The Druid thought to herself as the group proceeded.
Angelica turns to see everyone just staring at her, waiting for her next move. She stares back for a little bit, before making a decision. "I don't know how big or small this stupid Clicky-legs is, but maybe he wont fit under this rubble. Let's go east, make sure there isn't anything else up here before we go further down." With that, she turns to the path east and leads on as before.
Angelica moved eastwards until the hallway opened up before her. A damp natural grotto opened in the earth here, its stone ceiling rising forty feet above. Fat columns of brick support the northern end of the room, and the floor of the southern end has been carved into a low dais upon which stands a statue of a beautiful woman wielding a ranseur. The woman's likeness was similar to those you have seen before in this structure - the Runelord Alaznist.
The Druid moved up, quietly, behind the Rogue and whispered, "See anything? I may be able to see in the dark now, but not too far."
Shabbezz waited quietly for Angelica's response.
"Argh, I bet this place is filled with arcane magicks ..", the hobgoblin complained.
[b]"Well, let's take a look." Harbug replied before chanting a quick spell and moving forward.
Angelica creeps forward into the room, with a quick and hushed "Nothing yet." back at Tia's question. She stalks up to the first pillar, to use it for cover as she checks out the room, heading to the next pillar as she goes.
Angelica moved into the room, making for the first column. She was about halfway there when she felt a ropy something slap her in the face. Then, she was nearly yanked off her feet by something attached to her face. She caught a glimpse of some strand of something leading to a hunched form behind the column, like a giant crab. These perceptions were fleeting, however, as she fought against the inexorable dragging pull against the flesh of her left cheek.
Angelica is snared, and is being dragged at a speed of 10' per round.
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Krass rushed forward to the aid of his companion.
Hearing a scuffle up ahead and seeing her companions break into a run, Shabbezz dashes in after them.
Seeing one of her companions getting dragged away, Tialara moved forward and launched the bullet from her sling.
Angelica feels the goo hit her face, and the resulting pull of it, before getting a complete look of revulsion across her features. "Ewwww! Wha ish lish?" is all she can manage with the strong pull on her face. She brings her hands up and in a scissor-like fashion tries to use her claws to snip the line.
Angelica reached up to snip the filament reeling her forwards, but the claws had no effect on the tendril. Worse, she felt her hands starting to stick to the filament. She yanked her claws away and leaned back against the inexorable pull.
Harbug moved forward with the others, reaching out to try and deliver a spell through the filament, but wasn't able to grab the thin line in the darkness and with Angelica flailing around trying to break free. Through the pain in her face, Angelica leaned back against the pull, halting any forward momentum for the moment.
Angelica is snared, and is being dragged at a speed of 10' per round, but she managed to keep from being dragged forward this round. She can attempt a Strength check or Escape Artist check to get free. Any attacks on the filament must be rolled as normal.
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"I can't even get a hold on this thing!" Harbug yells as he swipes around in front of Angelica. "Forget it, I'll try the old-fashioned way."
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Krass rushes forward and slams his shield into the beast, quickly followed by a thrust of his sword.
Tialara moved forward and launched her final icy short sword.
Shabbezz looked on in muted horror as the thing's appendage brought Angelica closer to itself. Figuring that her cantrips wouldn't do more than annoy it, she instead reached for her crossbow and stepped into range.
Angelica managed to break the filament with her claws, freeing Harbug and Krass to charge the creature. Sword and scimitar cleaved the air and bit deeply into the creature's body. Shards of thick chitin spun across the floor as the two hammered the creature to the ground.
Angelica was freed from the filament, but about a foot was left dangling from her cheek.
No one seems to have many problems with this fight :(
Sorry Angelica, I totally missed that claws do slashing and bludgeoning (I'm still trying to figure that one out) damage.
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Tied to the creature's leg is a pouch containing a dozen polished rocks, two dozen tiny teeth, and a bracer that looks to be the twin of the one used by the mite king as a headpiece. It lookslike you have found the lost crown, and Clickylegs.
Shabbezz stows her crossbow, secretly glad that the danger ended without her having to act.
She looks at the bracer as it is upended from the bag.
"Is that...? I think it is! It looks like we've found Clickylegs and the mite king's crown. Now we can return it and get some rest."
"Might want to see if it is enchanted, Shabbezz..'
"This was clickylegs?" The orc mumbles incredulously while looking down at the battered corpse. "Oops." Shortly following Krass' request, the orc recasts the spell he had up before entering the room, examines the items in the bag and then turns to check the rest of the room.
The "backup crown" has traces of conjuration magic on them, but none of the other items in the pouch are magical.
ANgelica just figths back her urge to gag as she pulls at scratches at removing the sticky substance from her face, "Leave it to ugly little bugger to have a pet almost more disgusting than a spider. What is wrong with those guys?" As the others look over the remains and the stuff it carried, she decides to give the room a more thorough once over, seeing if there was anything else of note in such a big chamber.
"If I remember my texts correctly, mites have a condition that makes them notable compared to most other known fey, but exactly what that was escapes me at the moment. Regardless, I recall them being special somehow."
She helps load up the gear, and mentally reminds herself to pick up a magical Hackensack when they get back to town.
"In any case, now that Harbug has properly checked the items let's hurry and get the crown back to the king so that we are free to go, yes?"
Checking the room for anything else of interest, Angelica finds another passage leading from the room to the east.
Krass leads on to the east, wanting to make sure Angelika isn't the one walking into an ambush yet again. "You got my back, Angel?"
She nods, still pulling at the gooey remains of the odd 'webbing' the thing had hit her with, rubbing her cheek a little to try and get rid of the tackiness of it. She takes up a spot right behind the big guy, and watches primarily for any signs of danger ahead of him, so she can warn him before he walks into any.
Harbug looks at the bracer, not quite exactly certain what it is, puts it on his head as if it were a small crown, and follows the others while chuckling a little bit.
As per usual, Shabbezz takes up the party's rear, sighing in resigned exasperation at the sight of her snickering orc competition's miniscule chapeau.
Angelica moves along the eastern hallway, followed closely by the others. It connects with another passage running north and south. To the north, she could see the web-covered floors of the spider room. To the south is an open room, half-circular in form, with giant brick oven and the remains of ancient tables along the walls.
"Might want me to go upfront now Angelica.."
Angelica looks both directions, before suggesting, "Well, I think we know where the spiderwebs go. So, no surprise but I think we should go the opposite direction. See what's down this way." She indicates the southern path toward the new room. She continues her position right behind Krass, keeping her eyes out for any troubles.
Shabbezz remains quiet and allows her more physically-inclined party members to lead the way.
The room was definitely a kitchen, if the racks of rusty spits and rotting table remains were any indication. A pair of large brick ovens were set into the semi-circular wall, and a hallway leading back to the west was visible.
Shield clutched against his side, Krass advances forwards. If nothing flies at him, he'll call the rest in so that they may search the room.