Str 12/Dex 13/Con 13/Int 17/Wis 12/Cha 14
HP 20/27
AC (lamellar armor) [Tot 17] [Touch 12] [FF 15] (armor+4 dex+1 dodge+1 natural+1)
CMB:+4 (+3BaB +1strength)
CMD:15 (+3BaB +1strength +1dexterity +10)
Fortitude save +5 (+4base +1con)
Reflex save +2 (+1base +1dex)
Will save +5 (+4base +1wis)
BaB+3
Initiative+1
Perception +7
Caster level check +11
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Climb +6 //Intimidate +7 //Knowledge Arcana +10 //Profession(Sailor) +5
Spellcraft +10 //Swim +7 //Sense Motive +4 //Survival +9
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Speed 30ft/9mtr
+1 Scimitar [att+5 dam1d6+2 18-20/x2 type S]
Shortbow [att+4 dam1d6 x3 60ft type P] 14 arrows
Prepared Spells :Level 0(cantrips):Daze(will DC13);Acid Splash(1d3 acid);Light;Detect Magic
Level 1:Shocking Grasp x2(4d6 elect);Shield(+4 AC);Magic Missile(2d4+2)
Level 2:Web (reflex DC15); Bull's Strength (+4 str)
Arcane Pool(1/2 magus level+int mod)[5]
Carrying 40lbs/light emcumbrance/check penalty -1
Iolana keeps hammering on the skeleton between her and Mugambi.
"We need blunt weapons damn."
Truk misses ... the skeleton's serpentine neck makes for a difficult headbutt target.
Syndlara hacks with a tighter grip.. with more force than finesse she shatters enough bone to bring it down to a lifeless pile of debris.
Iolana chips bone along the jawline as the creature turns to claw at the exposed flesh of the unarmored half-orc.
Mugambi continues to assault the undead but his aim is still off mark.
Stamping upon the bones of her felled for,sending the shattered brittle shards scattering across the floor.She hurried over to the next skeleton,hammering at it with the butt of her pistol.
CMB
Confirm
Gatherine shatters another skull.
The third skeleton drops.
Gatherine did a dance as the second serpentfolk skeleton's wedge shaped skull shattered like a vase beneath the butt of her pistol.She whooped at the remaining ones,shaking her pistol defiantly.
Syndlara hops down from the bridge and wonders what Gatherine is whooping at. "They're dead. I don't think shaking your fist at them will do anything," she comments.
Growling in frustration at the skeleton's dodgy moves, the big orc puts up his fist and throws a punishing one-two.
Nobody,dead or alive,sticks me! she retorted.
Iolana sheathes her blade and checks her wound.
"Congratulations Gatherine,now for that door....."
Iolana detects no magic emanating from the red-veined bronze door. The door is not locked or latched, but it is heavy... and the hinges creak loudly the moment she tests it.
Gatherine rummaged through the bones and tattered cloth that used to be clothing.Perception
"We...we are exp...exp...EXPECTED I think...
Heh...hehehe...this will...will be like t...the showdown in a s...storybook."
Truk joins Iolana in throwing open the heavy doors. "Alright you soddin' bastards! Show yourselves!"
Mugambi joins the others near the bronze doors.
...Mugambi,my shoulder huuurt. whined the dwarf maid,scooting close to the healer.
Mugambi awaits for all to be together and touches the divine energy that haunts him.
Dere, dere. Mugambi makes it bettar.
"I...I guess we are...ready th...th...then?"
The door creaks open. Beyond it is a short hallway and T intersection to the left and right. There are stairs up in both directions.
Str 12/Dex 13/Con 13/Int 17/Wis 12/Cha 14
HP 27/27
AC (lamellar armor) [Tot 17] [Touch 12] [FF 15] (armor+4 dex+1 dodge+1 natural+1)
CMB:+4 (+3BaB +1strength)
CMD:15 (+3BaB +1strength +1dexterity +10)
Fortitude save +5 (+4base +1con)
Reflex save +2 (+1base +1dex)
Will save +5 (+4base +1wis)
BaB+3
Initiative+1
Perception +7
Caster level check +11
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Climb +6 //Intimidate +7 //Knowledge Arcana +10 //Profession(Sailor) +5
Spellcraft +10 //Swim +7 //Sense Motive +4 //Survival +9
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Speed 30ft/9mtr
+1 Scimitar [att+5 dam1d6+2 18-20/x2 type S]
Shortbow [att+4 dam1d6 x3 60ft type P] 14 arrows
Prepared Spells :Level 0(cantrips):Daze(will DC13);Acid Splash(1d3 acid);Light;Detect Magic
Level 1:Shocking Grasp x2(4d6 elect);Shield(+4 AC);Magic Missile(2d4+2)
Level 2:Web (reflex DC15); Bull's Strength (+4 str)
Arcane Pool(1/2 magus level+int mod)[5]
Carrying 40lbs/light emcumbrance/check penalty -1
"One way is as good as the other, unless we find some tracks"
Trul takes a look as well.
"This way, then," Syndlara says, heading down the north tunnel.
Pistols drawn,Gatherine brought up the rear.
Mugambi limps in the middle of the group keeping a light spell cast on his cestus.
Iolana casts a light spell on her blade a walks alongside Truk,keeping an eye on Syndlara.
Syndlara gets to the lead of the group - going up the steps while Iolana and Truk take a moment to inspect the floor. By the time everyone makes it up the steps, the floor drops underneath Syndlara. One side lowers 5 or 6 feet instantly. In addition to the bang of it hitting, there is a squishy sound... there is something dark, wet, and wriggling in the new opening toward which Syndlara begins to fall.
Garborn, is walking towards the rear, with Gorba guarding his rear and Fleek his flank.
"Oh no..."
Iolana reaches the edge of the fallen floor, worried about the elf.
"Syndlara, are you all right?"
Syndlara easily hops back to avoid falling into the pit.
You see the wriggling under the fallen floor is a mass of centipedes... slimy and foul, but they do not appear interested in being out in the light.
After a few seconds they fully retreat into the shadows.
The pit is a little less than 10 feet across.
Syndlara waves a hand dismissively. "I'm fine. Saw it coming," she says. "Anyone have some rope? I should be able to jump across, but I'd prefer not chancing it--and I really doubt Gatherine would be able to make it."
Truk fishes out his length of rope and tightly ties it around the elven woman's waist. The big orc offers her a wink and laughs.
"I've got this end. Give it a shot."
Initially hesitant to attempt the jump, she takes Truk's encouragement as a challenge. "Alright," she says, and takes a running leap across the chasm.
Acrobat
Gatherine backpedaled a pace,adjusted the straps of bulging backpack,and bounded forward with a shock of her short yet limber legs.She cleared the gaping hole in a single leap,landing on the other side without so much as a wobble.
Mugambi gladly uses the rope to get to the other side.
With the rope secured by Gatherine and Syndlara, the pit is manageable by all.. though it takes a little time.
As the last of you make it over, you hear a airy voice. It sounds like someone trying to talk with just their breath. "Aaaaaaah heeeeeeee aaaaaaah..."
It seems to be coming from the pit.
About thirty feet further north, the tunnel turns left.
Truk looks down at the pit suspiciously before moving forward. "Ya, I don't wanna know what's down there..."
The big orc lumbers north and hooks left.
"I'll follow Truk, not out of cowardice but logic.I don't want us to split."
The varisian girl begins walking, then stops one last moment : "Besides, if whatever is making that sound wants to mess with us, i'm sure it will sooner or later,so it is pointless to worry now."
Mugambi will follow the others but before going he quickly grabs a pebble from the floor casts light on it and tosses in the pit to see what is at the botton.