Sucking in a breath and glaring at the retreating form. Turning to look around at the others who are still staying, "Are you all ready to continue on?" Why am I still here?
René blinks as one his meat shields runs away. Now why didn't I think of just doing that. Now it would look look extra bad if I followed suit. But I guess so long as we still have two, I still have a shot at getting away with my life if-- when things go south. Plus knowing my luck, I'd just run into more of the creatures while looking for the way out...
Still slightly dazed, René shakes his head. "Wha...oh yeah, right. Onwards?" He indicates the one exit from the room.
Tylur looks at Nimreass as he strides off to back to town. 'Another time I would have followed just the same. There can be no fault in his choice.' Tylur looked on at the others their faces but determined to find Tsuto and whatever else was brewing down here.
"I am ready. Let's move on."
Tylur sees the stair going down. "Before proceeding we should see what the rest of these catacombs hides. I think we missed a passage heading east in the previous room and there looks like there is a another passage in this room. Let us head down the passage in this room if we are lucky it will meet up with the other one. Once cleared then I feel safe proceeding down below."
Disappointing. The one time I thought an Elf-blood might prove himself worthy of my respect... how foolish of me.
"I hope you find a lifestyle that suits you better", Logar says to Nimreass with a superficially warm nod. He wipes some of the sinspawn's brains from his tankard and reattaches it to his belt, looking around at the party, as if hoping for them to expect him to follow the half-elf.
"Do not worry. I know what I signed up for when I joined you down here, and by my tusk and my tankard I will make sure you all return to Sandpoint safely when this is over to make your own decision, to stay or to leave."
He closes his eyes and smiles, his own words filling himself with confidence.
"Let's move."
Was it something I said? Cordwin thinks as he sees the departing Nimerass. He shrugs and joins the others. Let's hope that was the last of those fellas. he says motioning to the dead sinspawns,
Before moving further into this area, Cordwin uses his wand of curing and heals most of his own wounds. The Bard then leads the search of the cells in this area, and after finding nothing useful, everyone decides to move back up to the wooden platform and continue to the east. After twenty feet you come to a room, with a door to the south and a door to the east.
This room contains several ancient relics of what appear to be torture implements, although their function and style seem strange and archaic. In one corner sits a spherical cage with spikes protruding inward from its iron bars. In another stands what appears to be a star-shaped wooden frame, its surface studded with hooks. And in the center of the room is a long table covered with leather straps and a number of cranks that seem designed to rotate and swivel.
"Not very inviting. Cordwin can you use your magic to determine any enchantments. It could be a trap but we have a little choice but to investigate.
Ignoring the torture table in hopes that the males will let her keep away from it out of misplaced but much desired chivalry and instead looking around the rest of the room. Hoping to catch some clue of where to go next.
René's eye twitches. "What in tarnation were these here fellas up to down here? This ain't no normal smuggler's outfit, no sireebob. Iff'n we survive what's ta come, I reckon we should come back here an' turn this lot inta scrap metal."
Hadley twitches his nose in agreement and René's words, taking a special dislike to what is clearly a hamsterball of death.
Eying the implements warily, René gives them a wide bearth, choosing instead to check out the two doors.
Cordwin is fascinated by the various torture implements and wishes he had more time to study and document them. Not that he was into torture mind you, but just the history. Many of these methods hadn't been used in a very long time.
He detects magic around the room and uses his knowledge of engineering to determine if any of these still worked or had been used recently. He will also look for anything else interesting.
Tylur heads in his head turns to the torture implements and then shakes his head in disgust at it. "This whole set of caves should be collapsed. No good has come from here as far I am concerned. This only shows how depraved Tsuto and the priest's daughter actually are."
Logar searches around the torture implements in disgust when Tylur catches his attention. "...the priest's daughter? That's a character I don't recall you mentioning before. Who is she?"
"She was thought to be dead. Burned in a fire that destroyed the old temple along with her father the priest, but we found a journal when we escaped from Tsuto that indicates she lives. She has begun to transform herself into some vile abomination. She wants to rid herself of her heritage Tsuto says. It seems she is the real leader behind the attacks on Sandpoint. I believe Cordwin has the journal if you would like to see further when time permits."
Cordwin taps his bag. Aye! Got it right here!
Cordwin looks around the room with his magic sight, and sees nothing. The torture implements are so old that they are mostly rusted through. Everyone looks around the room but finds nothing of use, and listening at the doors provides no hints or clues what is beyond them.
Hoping to get things over with soon, René points to the eastern door. "This'un?"
Tylur nods his head and slowly pushes the door open.
"You lead, I'll follow."
Shrugging and moving to follow, "Not even sure it matters which way. There hasn't been anyone in this room for a while."
Opening the door slowly, you see a set of stairs heading down a bit, and proceed down them where you come to a room, with one other exit out the south.
The ceiling of this strangely cold chamber arches to a vaulted height of twenty feet. The floor contains eleven wooden lids strewn haphazardly over eleven five-foot-wide pits in the ground. From the darkness within these pits echo up strange shuffling sounds and, every so often, a low moan.
At the other end of the room is a goblin, with three arms, one holding a longsword, one holding a dagger and one holding a hand axe. It moves to attack.
Cordwin will say in goblin, We are looking for Tsuto, we are not interested in you!
He will then try to think what kind of goblin has tree arms and how to defeat it.
René eyes the pits warily. Given what was guarding them and the room they had just come from, he would not be surprised if more horrors were lurking down them. But he supposed they were probably less of a threat than their goblin guard. "Whoa there, fella. What's wrong? You so bad at hitting they had ta give ya another arm to even things out?"
"Abomination...What are they doing down here?" Gripping his
Tylur steps to the south, and readies an action in case the three armed goblin attacks, while Rene, taking no chances forces the goblin to have problems swinging his weapons. Cordwin tries talk to the goblin, and figure out why it has three arms.
The goblin moves, all the way up to be near Logar, waving its weapons and screams "for Erylium!"
Cordwin will shoot his crossbow at the goblin.
Trying hard not to hit his friends, Cordwin misses.
Tylur sizes up the abomination up as it rushes the party. "You would champion that creature? Then may Sarenrae's fire purge you of your miserable existence." Tylur steps up and whips his chain at the goblin's feet attempting send the creature to its feet
Reaching forward to touch Logar on the shoulder.
René snorts before muttering under his breath. "Good luck with that..." Probably best not to mention that he thought they had already killed his master.
Logar steps up and raises both his weapons, prepared to attack.
"I think even ugly things deserve to live", he says, sizing up the hideous goblin with his eyes, "but I really want to put you out of your misery."
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vs AC 18 Logar
Logar steps up to face the three armed goblin, and attacks hitting it with his flail. Aurora, renews the guidance on Logar for next time. Tylur steps forward, trying to trip the creature, but his spiked chain misses wrapping around its legs. Rene also steps up and evil eyes the creature, and cackles to keep it going. Cordwin steps up past Aurora, but cannot see the creature with his friends in the way, so he roots them on.
The goblin swings all three of its weapons at Logar, connecting with the longsword and wounding the cleric.
René tsks in disapproval as the 3 armed goblin manages to land a blow despite him cursing the creature's luck. Maybe there is something to this three-armed thing after all... 3 attempts do increase your chances of success over 2.
Hoping to try a different tactic from before, he pulls out his dagger and attempts to distract the critter.
Seeing that Aurora is casting guidance on Logar, Cordwin thinks it might help to heal him with the wand.
That's it Logar and Tylur! Show this thing we ain't playin!
Tylur attacks with his spiked chain trying to get the goblin's attention.
Gritting his teeth against the slash's pain, Logar makes another double attack, beating and cutting at the deformed goblin. I wonder, what could that demon have done to him to make him like that?
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vs AC 18 Logar
Logar tries another double attack with the flail and with his tankard, and while the flail hits, the tankard goes wildly over the creatures head. Aurora stays at the back of the line of adventurers, keeping an eye backwards so nothing sneaks up on the group. Tylur swings with his chain at the creature but misses. Rene swings at the goblin, not worried about hitting it, but only distracting it so Logar has a better chance. Cordwin reaches past Rene with his wand of curing and taps Logar, healing the cleric.
The goblin swings with all three weapons, but only hits with the sword, wounding Logar.
Cordwin, holding what is now a useless stick, cheers his friends on. He hopes they can finish the creature before they need healing again.
Keep tha pressure up!
René gives a mocking laugh. "Only one fer three? No wonder ya needed the extra arm! Yer other two're useless!" He continue to wildly swing his dagger at the creature.
Tylur lunges forward with the spike aiming for the goblin's chest.
Keeping her eyes on the already traveled path since she would have to climb over people to do anything.
vs AC 16 Korvus
vs AC 16 Korvus
vs AC 18 Logar
Logar continues to swing with both his flail and his tankard at the hurting goblin in front of him, but misses with both. Aurora continues to watch behind them, noting that nothing, so far, has come up from behind. Tylur swings at the creature, and just connects with his chain. Rene cackles, and tries to aid the two warriors, but he is just not that good at it, while Cordwin, tells the group to keep the pressure on the beast and put it down.
Korvus swings with all his weapons, but the damage to his body is beginning to tell, and he misses every time.
Tylur is almost about to breath a sigh of relief as he watches the aberrant goblin tire from some of its wounds, but his teacher had taught him never to let up until his opponent lay dead.
"Beast your death will bring me no joy. But die you will!"
Cordwin, not being able to offer much to the combat, cheers his comrades on.
"Awww, wassamatta? Are ya gettin' tired? Baby needs a likkle nappy-nap time? Ahahaha!" René continues to mock and jab at the goblinoid, both physically and verbally.
Ashamed at failing to land both his attacks again, Logar decides to concentrate on aiming rather than mocking. Good will doesn't help, though, as the half-orc misses twice.
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Keeping her back to the rest of the group and glaring down the hall.
vs AC 18 Logar (really, not one number in double digits!)
Logar, concentrates on hitting the creature, rather than speaking to it, but misses both times. Aurora keeps on looking to the rear, however so far nothing has come up from behind the group. Tylur also misses, while Rene cackles to keep his hexes on the creature in force, and while he does try to help Tylur, his distraction proves ineffective. Cordwin encourages the group to finish off the creature.
The three armed goblin continues to swing, but its wounds are slowing it down, and it misses.
He doesn't look to well! Put him out of his misery!
"Yeah that would be great." Continuing to glare down the hall.
I should probably learn more tricks to help swing fortune in our favor. Sure, I can jinx the enemies, but it doesn't do much if our luck is just as bad.
René continues his mocking and distracting leaping, hoping one of their fighters finally manages to land a solid blow. He lunges at the three armed goblin, swiping at its face with his dagger. Triumphantly, he holds up his fist. "Aha! I got yer nose! What dya think about that?" He waves his closed fist at the creature, falling back on the old trick adults so often played with children.