They're mostly on the subject of alchemy.......mostly.
Huzzah!
Huzzzah!!!!!
"What's in the cabinet?"
It's locked...
It's locked...
"Well then. Let's just see shall we?" Edwin asks with a smirk, pulling some thin wires from his coat collar,...
The lock opens.
It is filled with skins. Human, or humanoid.
Scores of them.
Disgusted and fascinated at the same time, Larissa carefully removes skins to see if she can determine anything about who they might have been.
"The skin-stealer's stash. I guess I should have expected to find this somewhere. Unless his partner is also a skin-stealer - the description from the zombies makes me doubt it - he probably wouldn't want to be in here anymore than we do. We need to check the other door."
"I rather suspected that 'The Beast' was not the ONLY 'monster' in Lepidstadt. Sometimes I hate being right all the time." Edwin sniffs.
He is moved and disturbed by the contents. Truly.
"Yes. Let us see what surprises lie behind door #2." He adds with a gesture to the aforementioned door.
"By the Dawnflower's flame..." Is all that Rholf can manage upon seeing the skins...
ewwwww
heh heh...
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Disgusted and fascinated at the same time, Larissa carefully removes skins to see if she can determine anything about who they might have been.
[dice=Heal]1d20 + 13
"The skin-stealer's stash. I guess I should have expected to find this somewhere. Unless his partner is also a skin-stealer - the description from the zombies makes me doubt it - he probably wouldn't want to be in here anymore than we do. We need to check the other door."
Mostly humans.
One, though,.....was a mongrelman. An eight foot tall mongrelman, from the looks of the skin.
"Yes. Let us see what surprises lie behind door #2." He adds with a gesture to the aforementioned door.
Whenever this happens, I'm gonna need places and whoever's opening the door to describe what they're doing.
Also, Ragnvaldr.....is overwhelmed by a cloud of chemicals from the vats; he's in this study room now, heaving into a trashcan and feeling useless.......
for the time being. He just as much as drank bleach, and is out of circulation, until such a time as Fatey shows up......
Guarding my chitlins
Larissa will concern herself with the ranger's welfare.
He looks like he'll be okay.
Alinya takes a moment to ward herself as Larissa tends the fumigated ranger. "I suspect we should be prepared for trouble through this door."
"Indeed." Edwin agrees absentmindedly. He peers intently at teh door a few moments,...
No traps.......unlocked.
Larissa brings up the rear of the group, having decided that the greenish tinge to the warrior's face is not a sign of a serious long-term problem. She does wonder, idly, if the younglings give off a pheromone that he was allergic to.
I've got Edwin in place; Ragn is taking a sitdown in the room you just examined.
Need positions for Rholfy, Larissa, Alinya and Leik, and somebody can do something.
Leik will be towards the rear of the group with the beh-behs
Larissa's just ahead of the dromite horde, subtly checking the air for unusual scents the egglings might be putting off.
They're not too stinky; they smell like mildew though.
Placed L and L.
Huzzzzah!!!
Got it.
Need Alinya's position.
Huzzzah!!!
Nitey nite!!!!!
The short wizard cranes her neck to see past her taller companions.
"Anything much to see?"
"An excellent question. Shall we see?" Edwin asks, raising an eyebrow and glancing at each person to ensure they are prepared. He holds his loaded crossbow in one hand, and gently takes hold of the door handle in his other.
Edwin then yanks the door open, stepping to the side both to provide clear line of sight for his companions, and to remove himself from possible harm's way.
Perception rolls for Edwin, Rholf, and Alinya please......the door swings open inward.......
Okay.
In the square marked "G" ABOVE the top of the doorwat, standing on the wall like he was f*!*ing Spiderman, there's a little, pale, red headed dude with an axe, waiting to split the first guy through the door's skull. He don't look right. He don't look altogether human. He looks like he's got plenty wrong with him.
But, Edwin's on to him pretty good.
Initiative.
One guy roll for group; if you beat Spidercreeper's roll it's your go.
Huzzzzah!
"Well spotted, Edwin! That man does not look altogether ... well. I say, do you need help? You seem agitated." Alinya doesn't expect good results from her attempt at conversation, but it never hurts to start politely.
Perception:
Rholf hefts his shield a little, loosening his shoulder muscles in preparation for the coming fight.
Grim determination etches his features "Drop the weapon." is all he says to the little guy.
"Ware the fellow on the wall. He seems to be, unreceptive towards visitors!" Edwin warns when he pushes the door open."
"Ware the fellow on the wall. He seems to be, unreceptive towards visitors!" Edwin warns when he pushes the door open."
"If I knew you were coming I would've baked a cake, fellow.....come in! One and all!!!" he whispers, hissing with a gravelly voice.
Perception: 1d20+5
Rholf hefts his shield a little, loosening his shoulder muscles in preparation for the coming fight.
Grim determination etches his features "Drop the weapon." is all he says to the little guy.
"Aye. On your precious head, I shall do just that."
Initiative.....
He chops Edwin with his axe, nicking him in the forehead.
A rivulet of blood runs down his face to drip off his nose.
He takes 3 hp, and save for dc 15 fortitude or he takes 2 strength from the poison on the axe.
Three winged homunculi flop to the ground as well, taking positions in the doorway and to the left and right, clogging up the entranceway.
They're small, and reptilian, and winged.......
group's attack!!!
"Come on in and get some, you sots!"
Leik throws one dagger at a homunculi if he can or the axe man (whoever he has a shot to)
then he forms and charges another dagger in its place