Attack 1 = Tiger, Arden, Sharpe, 4= Florace
As you search for the key on the table, Sir Florace hears a soft swishh by his head as a small scorpion-like tail flashes past his face in a close miss. You all turn to see a small, red-skinned creature with fiendish wings attacking you. The raven is nowhere to be seen.
Not recognizing the creature (and not carrying silver), Tiger will draw his trident, swivel, and stab.
Sharpe loads a silver bullet into his musket .
Tiger swings at the small creature, managing to hit it but it doesn't appear to even scratch the small beast. As Sharpe loads his gun, the creature flies into Arden's face, hissing at him and manages to scratch his face.
And Tiger will keep jabbing the thing, now with new and improved flanking.
Sharpe shoots an alchemical silver bullet at the creature.
After Tiger and Sharpe's attacks, the imp looks pretty beaten up, but still alive. As soon as Sharpe's silver bullet hits its flesh, it starts to shriek. "Eeeeee! Mercy! Mercy! Don't kill poor lil' me!"
Arden shivers as the imp scratches his face.
Arden's first strike misses, but he manages to grab the imp long enough to deliver his spell. It shrieks and falls to the ground.
He's not dead yet. And he can heal quickly.
Arden stands with his sword over the imp's chest.
"Well," says Tiger, a little put out, "I thought we were going to havve mercy on him."
"Imps can heal quickly. It would have been a short time before he wakes up, turns invisible and into a giant spider to kill us off. His poison did a bit of damage to me." Arden mentions to the others.
"We should give him another chance, he's not that big of a threat to all of us."
At the earliest opportunity, Sharpe loads another alchemical silver bullet just in case.
"He did ask us for mercy," Tiger says, pondering, "But I know little of imps, and whether they can be held to their word. [b]"He did attack Arden, so maybe he should be the one to decide."
Sir Florace detects evil on the creature, just to be sure. He keeps his sword ready, but has a cast to his expression suggesting considerable inner turmoil.
I stab it again.
"I hate poison. Never want to touch the stuff again. Imps are devious devils. I'm fairly certain they will lie to lead you to damnation."
I sensed that the creature is as evil as the bird was, as you might have expected. Perhaps it is for the best. Though he doesn't look altogether satisfied.
And with that, the imp is impaled upon Arden's sword, stone cold dead.
Now that it's been pointed out, you can all see the secret door to the North.
Tiger sheathes his trident, wipes off his hands concernedly, and opens the door.
The door opens without any problem. You follow a few hallways for a while until you reach a turn. The floor falls away here as not far ahead the corridor turns east, though a seven-inch-wide ledge continues along the south wall. The walls are very smooth, offering few handholds. The remainder of the passageway is filled with a five-foot-deep trough filled with foul-smelling, thick green sludge.
I suppose we have no choice but to continue. Maybe someone more nimble should try to slip across and see what's around the corner? Could be there's somewhere to affix a rope to help the others cross.
"The green sludge is acid, however, it appears the acid is not as strong as it used to be."
"Sharpe why don't you go across first as you are the most nimble." Arden ties a silk rope from his pack to Sharpe's waist. He holds on to the the other end.
Sharpe nods his head, stowing his musket and starting to make he way across the narrow ledge.
He skillfully navigates the area, peeking around the corner. "The ledge actually doesn't go that far around. It stops short leaving about a 25 foot length of acid. I...think I can see a door on the other side, but there isn't anything all that obvious that I could tie a rope to. It also looks like that weird bump on the ceiling from earlier continues into this area." He points up towards the ceiling.
"This room is... troubling, yes? I do not want to swwim in acid. Maybe we should searrch more for another way."
"We could build a bridge across with supplies from town. And also get some healing."
Seems to be either that or wading through it. The safe option would be Sharpe's suggestion. Another possibility is looking through some of the cells. Maybe we can find a hidden door in one of them?
"There's that strange bump on the ceiling we should probably check out." Arden goes back out following the bump in the ceiling to its source.
Sir Florace tries to open all the cells to see if they're locked. Why don't we try to see if the key and knife-keys we found open any of these cells so we can look around them?
Sir Florace looks into all the cells.
The wall the bump leads to does not seem particularly strange in any way.
Sir Florace goes through and examines the cells one by one. All the ones in the main area are open and seem empty. As he goes through the ones in the hidden area, he has to unlock the cells using the regular looking key . Each one seems to contain one or more skeletons of prisoners long dead. As he approaches the cell with the poor prisoner who had begged for food, no sounds greet his ears. In fact, the room seems to be completely empty, save for some food and water sitting untouched in the center. Upon close inspection of the room, he discovers a secret door in the North wall.
"Was our preesoner a ghost, then? This is quite spooky, yes."
And Tiger will carefully open the door, although he has absolutely no idea what to make of what he sees inside.
It is a small lightning elemental. Careful if you are wearing metal. Does anyone speak Auran?
Florace asks the elemental if it happens to speak Common, Elven, or Celestial.
The cloud continues to hover in its location, unresponsive.
Perhaps a Tiefling with less scratches than myself.
Arden looks at Tiger and says "Why don't you give it a try?"
"Excuse me, Meester Svvoen, but I am wearing metal armor and carrying eight-teen deefferent metal weapons. Maybe Meester Sharpe over there in leather should try it.
"Fine, but someone else is taking the next risk." Sharpe pulls the lever.
When Sharpe pulls the level, the machine begin to move, pulling the chains from the weird bump in the ceiling. At the same time, the black cloud slams into Sharpe, letting out a sharp crack of electricity.