The main chamber contains a variety of torture devices including an iron maiden, which you are familiar with. However, there is also a tank which looks like a special invention of the torturer. It is about the size and shape of a coffin. Apertures set into the tank's lid over the face, torso, and groin of anyone trapped inside can be opened or closed individually. Glass tanks with metal lids sit nearby, and these tanks can be filled with any sort of liquid (such as lye, diseased blood, or near-freezing water) or small vermin (such as spiders, fire ants, leeches, or ticks). The tanks can then be affixed to any of the openings - depending on the settings, the tanks can either slowly drip their contents or quickly empty them onto or into the person trapped inside.
Lorth frowns at the plethora of torture devices on display, and his mind focuses upon the bone devil that appeared and left. They needed to be ready for it to return at any time.
The paladin heals himself with a gentle touch. And borrows a charge of the CLW wand.
"I am fine, shall we continue."
Yup, secret door it is.
Bofus leads the company stealthily down a set of stairs to emerge out of another door. Peeking out of the door stealthily he sees a cavernous chamber lit by the flickering illumination of hundreds of red, blue, green, black, and white candles fitted into niches all along the walls or into candle holders affixed to the sides of the long pews that line the southern half of the room. The ceiling caults to a height of what looks to be nearly sixty feet, but it's hard to tell for sure due to the hundreds of dangling leather strands festooned with scales and claws. These grim decorations clatter and twist softly on faint breezes, hanging in places down to just ten feet off the ground.
The northern half of the room is raised five feet above the floor of the southern half; a short flight of stairs to the east leads up to this area. The raised area is dominated by a large stone altar. Stony dragon heads rise up like the curling fingers of an upturned palm around the altar, which itself is stained, scorched, and pitted. To either side of the altar stands a twelve foot tall stone statue of a five-headed dragon, her leering heads snaking down to look at the altar as if in curiosity. Each statue has a long tail that ends in a hooked stinger.
Five large alcoves twenty feet off the ground overlook the northern half of the room; there seems to be no easy way of reaching those lofty perches. Each alcove is occupied by a dark blue dragon.
The dragons appear dark blue in color. You would estimate that they are about 16 feet long and weigh over 2000 lbs each. It is not quite as big as the dragon Tyrgarun, but then again, there are five of these nasty looking reptiles.
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Based upon Bofus' description:
Knowledge(arcana): <-- not paying attention apparently
"Well I could pop in start smashing them, but we need a better plan than that. Any grand fire spells in that magic infused body of yours Tirion? With haste and fireballs, we can make short work of them."
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You do have that neat new staff...
How about this as a start of a plan: I can sneak back to the entrance of the secret passage and plug one of them with a dragonbane arrow or two, and get 'em to try to chase me down the passage . If they all follow, we could try to bottleneck 'em at the other end, here.
"I need a bit-o-healin if we plan to be taking on more dragons." Mirrin says.
At first glance, you do not estimate that the dragons would be able to fit through the secret passageway.
"Great idea, wall as many of them in with a wall of fire, and we will take out the ones that aren't walled off first."
"Perhaps there are other places to look first, I can't see the path to victory in a direct assault"
"Ok, we can look elsewhere. But those dragons are up to no good."
Tirion raises his eyebrow as he looks down, if ever so slightly, at the halfling.
Up to no good? You don't say. I thought that they were here for fundraising event to rebuild Brindol.
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Trust Tiron to try his hand at lightning the mood. See what I did there? Blue dragons..lightning...heh
after a pause for cricket noises at his terrible joke,
Yeah, let's keep this entrance in our back pocket. Might come in handy later...otherwise we'll keep searching!
let's go back out of this unpleasant room, east then north?
Bofus returns through the secret door and proceeds up the staircase. He then leads the party east into the main hallway of the Upper Fane. Further to the north, a set of stairs descend. There is also a set of double doors to the east as well as a passageway east.
Bofus, you hear some words being exchanged in draconic beyond the doors, but you cannot hear anything spcific. You also notice that the wooden door is locked.
Tirion simply shrugs, knowing that the diminutive thief is going to open anything that is locked. With or without approval.
Mirrin just follows about eager for blood. Bites does the same, though already covered in blood.
This large hall is lined with open monastic cells, each fitted with a simple bunk and a personal wooden shrine that looks almost like a bird bath surrounded by coils of long serpentine bodies and draconic heads.
Bofus enters very quietly and immediately notices three hobgoblins donning armor preparing for battle. Some others are also out of site, but you hear the voice of a creature with a menacing voice.
"Shall we go and ruin their party?" Red offers with an 'innocent mischievousness'.
"Goblins?" Mirrin perks up suffenly quite eager.
Tom waves his wand twice, shield appears on him and bless for the party.
"Let us hit some goblins."
He stays hidden as the hobgoblin priest finishes strapping on his banded mail armor, and a steel shield bearing the emblem of the red hand. Then he draws a heavy mace and stands ready to fight.
The halfling rogue passes through the door and disappears from sight. A moment passes and you do not hear back from him. How do the rest of you wish to proceed?
Tommy rides into the room.
This large hall is lined with open monastic cells, each fitted with a simple bunk and a personal wooden shrine that looks almost like a bird bath surrounded by coils of long serpentine bodies and draconic heads. Before you, three fearsome hobgoblins stand armored and ready for battle.
Tommy rides into the Cleric's chambers and the battle commences.
Round 1
Tirion
Bofus
Red
Tomkin
Mirrin
Lorth
Hobgoblins