With Sir Florace's rope, Arden is able to climb out of the pit without too much trouble.
The construct also does not recognize Sir Florace's crest. "Invalid input. Please present crest for passage."
I suggest someone who can make it across the acid bridge go and check all the old rooms for a crest.
On further recollection, I remember a plaque on the wall in the room with the raven. I'll go back and get it.
Sharpe tries to take the plaque off the wall.
Sharpe makes it back across the acid pit. He grabs the crest. It's rather awkward to carry: a circle about 2.5 feet in diameter and weighing 50lbs.
Some time ago (maybe an hour-ish?) you heard a loud crash, like a landslide. You didn't see any obvious source, but the kobold activity increased and seemed to scatter somewhat. You went into the cave, making your way past a collapsed-looking area. You were about to get into a confrontation with a couple of kobolds when you were all attacked by some undead creature. Being sneaky, you managed to hide as it went after the other two. You're in the same room as the creature, who seems per-occuppied with the way you came in (where the other kobolds ran away). You're next to a door. It's locked.
Sharpe puts down the crest, crosses the acid and returns to the room with everyone. He says, "There's a heavy crest that we need to carry across the acid. Perhaps Tiger should get it since he's pretty strong and dextrous and not too injured. You may want to drop some of your gear to make it easier."
Aki quietly attempts to unlock the door.
Tiger grumbles, but he puts down his weapons, takes off his armor, and goes to grab the crest. The whole process takes about 5 or 10 minutes, as he insists on doing it neatly.
He puts his armor and weapons back where they go before dragging the thing the rest of the way back to the golem.
When you approach a bend in the hallway, you start to hear voices. A quick peek around the corner reveal four figures. The first is a half-elf garbed in a brilliant white raiment, with a golden trillium painted on his breastplate. The same flower forms the crossguard of his bastard sword. The second appears human, dressed in rough brown leather armor wearing several bandoliers strapped about his chest and carrying a battered musket against his shoulder. The third is a pale man with long silver hair wearing a ragged grey cloak. He almost appears to be sniffing at the air with his strangely snake-like nose. The last is a fuzzy looking man with hair and a moustache the color of orange rust. Many weapons of dubious quality have been strapped to the back of his armor.
The fuzzy man seems to be lugging something circular and heavy looking towards you. Or rather, towards a large four-armed construct with three legs that stands before you in the middle of the hallway.
With a whirrrrre click sound, the construct appears to scan the crest. "Input: Accepted. Passage: Granted." It then steps back against the wall and sags slightly, as it appears to go into a dormant state.
Ooh, Tiger is all about making people jealous.
Once the group has been granted passage by the construct, they continue onwards. The next door is unlocked.
Tiger opens the door, and continues. He'll walk along past the bars, looking for some sort of keyhole or latch.
Arden looks for a way in as well.
As Tiger enters, he fails to notice the tripwire across the door, but he manages to catch himself before falling prone.
Perception
Init
Distracted as most of you are by Tiger's fall, only hawk-eyed Sharpe notices the strange humanoid creature starting to lumber towards the group, its pallid flesh stretched tightly over its starved frame.
Ghoul Fever: Bite—injury; save Fort DC 13; onset 1 day; frequency 1/day; effect 1d3 Con and 1d3 Dex damage; cure 2 consecutive saves. The save DC is Charisma-based.
A humanoid who dies of ghoul fever rises as a ghoul at the next midnight. A humanoid who becomes a ghoul in this way retains none of the abilities it possessed in life. It is not under the control of any other ghouls, but it hungers for the flesh of the living and behaves like a normal ghoul in all respects. A humanoid of 4 Hit Dice or more rises as a ghast.
It's a ghoul. Attacks cause paralysis, and probably disease. It's probably resistant to channeled energy.
Sharpe moves to 30 ft. from the strange creature.
Out of nowhere, a small, dark figure charges at the beast, silent as a shadow. Catching the foul creature by surprise, her dagger strike flies true, stabbing it right in the neck. The monster attempts to retaliate against, but to no avail. The nimble newcomer deftly dodges away.
With his padded, clawed feet, Tiger can run like nobody's business, and he charges the thing with his morningstar, leaving an opening for his teammates.
The stranger takes a short step putting the monster between herself and the cat, slashing with both hands.
With a loud bang, Sharpe fires a deadly silver bullet at the creature.
Tiger swings and misses, but between the combined fury of Aki and Sharpe, the beast manages to go down.
That hole looks like it was made recently with tools, and not from the collapse of the tower.
Hole? Florace looks confused, like he missed something.
The cloaked figure stoops to investigate the hole. She's short, and lithe at a mere 2'8" and 24lbs. She's clothed in a large thick black cloak. Every inch of her is wrapped in black bandages under dull black leather armor. Her face is a featureless shadow underneath the heavy hood.
Aki doesn't learn anything new.
And Sir Florace might want to re-read the initial description of the room under the spoiler, as that mentions the hole in the North wall.
"We should take a look at what is beyond the hole." Finally noticing the small cloaked figure, Arden says "Hello. Thank you for your help. What can we call you?"
Tiger mutters, "Hopefully, you do not expect us to be calling you 'enemy,' as that may end a leettle badly."
"Aki" she squeaks. "Who are you all?"
"I am Arden, a scholar of many things. This man with much panache is Tiger. This elfish knight, Sir Florace, is a very good fighter. And this is Sharpe the sharp shooter. We are here to investigate the collapse and check for anything that needs rescuing. Would you care to assist us?"
After his introduction Arden turns towards the chests behind him. "You know I nearly forgot about these."
After his introduction Arden turns towards the chests behind him. "You know I nearly forgot about these."
I am Sir Florace, a paladin.
He peers into the hole. Then he investigates to see if there's anything else of note in the room.
The only thing Sir Florace can see is that the hole goes along for a while.
"Darkness does not trouble this one. Follow my lead?" And Tiger walks slowly into the tunnel, looking around carefully has he does.
A pair of low barricades made of timbers and rocks partially block the passageway, which opens into a larger cave beyond.
Tiger attempts to gracefully scramble over the barricade, his tail swishing through the air for balance.
And then stops, remembering that Arden has mentioned the chests in the room. "On second thought, yes, Arrden, we should see what is een those chests—since it does not seem likely that anyone else will return to this ruin after us."
When Tiger clambers over the barricade, a stalactite swings down like a pendulum to smack him in the face.
Sir Florace checks for traps on the chest.
Aki, you look like the sort who might be able to get these open. Maybe they'll contain something pertinent to our investigation.
"Ow!" Tiger shouts, and tumbles off the barricade, his face smashed and bloody.
It doesn't seem to have a way to get in. Aki says fiddling with the cage. Can anyone tell if it's magic?
Aki looks around the room to see if there is anything that might be a key or lever to open the contraption.
"Greetings Aki!"
Sharpe searches for hidden ways to open the cage.
There seem to be two slots in the floor on either side of the cage. Any ideas on what to do with them?
"Looks like something fits in these slots. Do we have anything to try?"
"We could... try finding a healer?" Tiger suggests, a little off-put, as blood drips down his face.
"I'm not opposed to that idea.
Florace frowns. As long as I don't fall into the acid again on the way back.