Detect Magic please... statue, well, water, and all.
Nothing radiates as magical.
HEALING
Assuming everyone's totals are correct...
Wand of Cure Light, Odric:
OH MY GOD ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO THIS DAMN WAND, ODRIC?
Close enough.
Scroll of Cure Moderate, Grym
Cast Cure Moderate Wounds, Grym
Wand of Cure Light Wounds, Grym
Good enough.
OH MY GOD ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO THIS DAMN WAND, ODRIC?
My thanks Gaius
Sandor:
Without getting too close, can Sandor discern any seams along the 'joints' in the statue that might indicate mechanical operation (rather than magical)?
"Thank you Gaius."
And *please* Morkeleb, don't put any ideas into his head about poking.
The ranger takes his job as rear guard seriously. He keeps at least one blade in hand as he keeps watch. The big brindle dog sniffs the air next to his master.
Perception
Bucho scent perception
Odric edges up to Grym, until their shoulders just touch, then backs off a few inches. Once he has oriented himself a little to the side and facing a different direction, Odric keeps his eyes on the direction he is watching.
He leans towards the Ranger a bit and with a quick sidelong glance at his friends asks, So hey Thorgrym, have I told you about the Brewpub I want to build?
Feeling Odric's shoulder and positioning, the ranger welcomes the big warrior's prescence. Not so much for help keeping watch, he is still pretty that he and the dog can cover the whole end of party more then adequatly. But if something nasty comes rushing out of the dark he would be hard pressed to find another warrior better to make a stand with. Between himself and Odric (with Bucho to help fill in any gaps) he would confident to take on just about anything.
Now hearing the Stout's question, Thorgrym keeps a grim visage but smiles on the inside wondering what sort of ideas Odric could be coming up with. Sometimes they would shockingly astute and other times only slightly more coherent then the ramblings of drug addled lotus smoker.
Speaking quietly No, you havent.
Well, we have been so busy lately I haven't had much time… but I have been thinking about how I can piece together a little brewery of my own. I think it would be enjoyable after all this excitement dies out.
I think I will put the brewery itself up first, then maybe a storefront to sell my brews in bulk to local taverns.
Odric grins in much the same way he typically grins before delivering a telling blow in battle.
Don't breathe a word of this, but my real objective is to build a certain brand loyalty. As the taverns of Korvosa sell the brew of Odric the Stout, patrons will start to really appreciate it and ask for it. Then… I'll build an addition to the brewery with a bar and a common room, which should draw patrons from all over the city.
Odric laughs quietly, The sails should flock to my coffers, and I can build wealth while doing the brewing I love!
Do you have plans for some gainful employment once we have settled the current unpleasantness?
A long silence stretched out as Grym thought about it. He might go back to tracking down criminals and bounty hunting. At the time he was basically a street rat himself and the coin seemed unbelievable. He no longer needed the money. But he didnt like seeing people get away with wrong doings. At least at times he would probably still do that.
He had also started to earn the title of a "ranger". He had done almost all his work in the city and urban jungle. He had thought about taking Bucho and going out to live in the wilds for a time.
Suddenly realizing that Odric was waiting for an answer, Not sure. What ever needs to be done I guess.
You know, while I operate the brewery I have started to develop relationships with the Korvosan Guard. With your history, maybe you might like to be a guardsman as well some day, of only for a time.
Odric rolls his shoulders, adjusting the fit of his new armor and marveling at the comfort it provides.
I might even continue to climb in the guard if I can. I enjoy this feeling of fighting against evil, and I do love the city…
Another long pause from the ranger before he responds. Hmm... Maybe, we will see.
As the party listens in to the two warriors discussing the future, the statue room awaits someone with the bravery to enter.
Lads, I just have to ask, do ye think we ought to try that lever back there. It might control this overgrown serpent or something. It might also open a pit to the nine hells - I'm just a curious Man-Orc
Gaius strolls in, slowly but casually. His keen senses sharp, on the lookout for danger.
Gaius, you notice at the last second that the room is trapped. Narrow slits in the masonry would likely result in a blizzard of razor sharp weapons filling the room. You don't see how to bypass it, but you might be able to disarm it.
Odric raises an eyebrow to Grym, as if to say, "see?"
Good catch Gaius! Thank you for saving me from absorbing the flying steel. And Sandor, thanks for the reminder on tactics.
As Sandor is looking through his pack for something.. Thanks for the healing Gaius. Well lads ya all know I've started my forge. I sure hope is going ok I do love creating with my hands. 'N that level spins the room I do belive. Just as he finds what he is looking for. As he pulls his spyglass out Gaius enters the room ohh blast Gaius he reaches in to pull the rogue back if needed.
Sandor then looks at the trap In my mind there has to be something that disarms it from outside everyone help me look for it
+2 for stonework
if I can discern the mechanical workings of the trap since they weren't magic.
Gaius prays for Guidance and starts to work at the trigger.
Disable Device:
Gaius gets to work, but at a key moment slips up. In a flash whirling blades flash and twist all about the room. , Gaius tries to jump back, but the blades catch him. . After about a minute of constant whirling, the blades finally return to the walls.
Ouch.
Has the trap reset?
My mistake... Check is actually 21. I forgot to include Trapfinding. Does that make any difference?
The ranger grimaces at the damage the whirling blades did to the party's rogue.
DeGrog's eyes widen as he gingerly flicks some Gaius gore off his pauldron. He silently wonders what kind of pain-loving adventurers he's fallen in with, and whether he'll survive.
Um, Guy-oose(DeGrog has a hard time pronouncing the name) are you gonna be ok? If you need it, since you and yer crew set me free, you can have one o' me healy-swigs (CLW potion, 1d8+1)
failed his Ref save. But his DD check was 2 higher than he thought, so we're waiting to see if that was enough to retroactively prevent the blades!!
YES, that is enough to NOT trigger the blades, but the trap is still active.
Gaius, I've seen you do better in your sleep! Care to try again?
:-)
failed his Ref save. But his DD check was 2 higher than he thought, so we're waiting to see if that was enough to retroactively prevent the blades!!
2nd Attempt:
3rd Attempt:
You engineering check didn't help this roll at all.
Gaius manages to disarm the trap on his third attempt. There's a solid CLUNK when he finally gets it. The room seems safe now.
Odric enters the room.
Odric, it appears that Gaius was successful. He steps into the room and nothing untowards happens.
The ranger and his dog concentrate on acting as rear guard for the party.
Grym's perception
Bucho's scent perception
Grym, in the rear you sense nothing, nor does Bucho... at first. The dog soon picks up a smell. He barks and wags his tail, as if it's a good smell and one he's comfortable with.
At Busho's happy barking, Ferox shakes off his lethargy, an after-effect from the pain produced from the previous room.
Ferox moves into the new room after Odric and Sandor, hoping Bucho's excitement means they are closing on Vencarlo.
He says a quick prayer to Abadar (Guidance) and carefully moves forward to peer down the passage ahead.
I will assume that the lull represents the hour necessary to shrug off the effects of the Symbol of Pain.
The room turns into a hallway north. Eight alcoves line this long, narrow hallway. Inside each alcove stands a human-sized upright iron casket, the image of a sobbing woman decorating its lid. The hallway’s floor is smeared bright red, a mosaic of tiny red stones giving the appearance that the hall is awash in blood.
Can we investigate what Bucho is happy about?
It's down the hall whatever it is.
"Well I'm sure this hallway is harmless" Odric opines. Nonetheless he hesitates before entering. He draws his blade and sets foot on the red floor with a good deal of trepidation.
Detect Magic down the hall, please
Moving forward with the party Grym enters the red hallway. Seeing the multiple coffins, the ranger lets out a quiet swear. I hate the undead.
Odric continues walking forward nervously.
Odric sets off a rather rough trap...
As he makes his way down the hall, the maidens on the West emit a shriek of unnatural tone. It immediately assails the ears of the trio:
Odric:
Grym:
Sandor:
All three of them resist the stunningly loud noise, but that's when the walls by the Eastern maidens retract to show a shower of spikes that shoot out. Since the heroes are still in control, it's not as bad as it could be.
ODric: MISS
Grym: HIT
Sandor: MISS
Grym can't take it on the armor and spikes slam into him for a total of . After a few seconds, the maidens to the east reset into their original positions.
"Well thats what you get for being rear guard" Grym says to himself. " Everybody in front of you makes it through free and clear..."
Ferox waits for Gaius to make the hallway safe for passage before proceeding through.
Odric is done advancing. He freezes in place and waits for yhe "all clear". Once Gaius is done eith this trap, Odric gets behind the rogue and stays there.