So to make sure the blood suckers are dead.
With an irritated growl Sandor says softly but with intensity So just ta be makin sure here. We're gonna be lettin this lil one live? Even tho he be workin for a necromancer unsupervised? Sounds like a willin accomplice ta me. He been experimentin on dead people, 'n that just ain't right. Besides lockin 'em in the hutch is all well n good, but the next friend that comes along will have 1 more ally wit em.
Sandor pauses to let it sink in, and glances at everyone leaving Gaius for last as his glance lingers slightly. So do we actually take prisoners?
Killing in the heat of battle is one thing. Intimidating a prisoner and even roughing him up a bit is perfectly fine, but if we get to the point where we are causing disfigurement, limb loss, blindness or some other grievous injury to a prisoner I think that crosses a line.
Odric begins tying the albino gnome securely, carefully interposing himself between the prisoner and Gaius.
Murdering a prisoner because he is inconvenient to us is evil and I won't tolerate it except possibly in some extreme circumstances. These are not extreme circumstances gentlemen.
Odric looks around with a crudely tied gag in his hand. Does anyone have any last questions before we stuff this guy into the cabinet? On the way back through here I intend to collect him up and turn him in to the guard.
Odric is resolute, images of the anti-paladin's gushing lifeblood still fresh in his mind. My friends, I'm no saint, but wrong is wrong.
Morkeleb shrugs. I believe he poses no real threat. I don't object to your plan.
To the prisoner . . .
He has been told of his fate--turning him in--and has been warned against alerting any of his associates to us. Do as you will.
The ranger bounces on the balls of his feet a few times and rolls his shoulders. Bucho senses the excitement and starts toward the south western passage before stopping and looking back at his master as if to say "what are we waiting for?"
Grym smiles as he recalls the dog and scratches the dogs ears and hefts his svord with his other hand.
Are we done interrogating? Anything else we need to do before we move on? Grym looks around at the other party members and then motions toward the south western tunnel. The ranger and his dog head over and wait for the rest of the marching order to form up. In the meantime he will keep watch in that direction.
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Odric is ready as well. He hangs back, ready to watch the way they came as the party advances. He begins to warm up, quietly but with vigor and violence.
I agree with Odric. Killing helpless prisoners should not be condoned. We're well within the city limits and I would guess that a guard station will not be far away. He won't cause any harm tied up here. Just make sure to muzzle him, too.
Ferox casts Brand, etching the symbol of Abadar onto the creature's forehead.
Looking to Mork to translate, Don't let us find you in foul company again, or we won't be so lenient.
It'll fade in a couple of days, but Ferox doesn't tell him that.
Morkeleb nods to Ferrox, and translates.
Now, Rolth could be in the "experiment room" west of here. once we find him, I propose that everyone who has a missile weapon concentrate on him to bring him down quickly, while the front-line fighters keep the inevitable undead off of us. Agreed?
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Grym, the western egress from this room is a naturally formed hallway that seems to last only 3-4 yards before opening into another room. You've never visited a necromancer's lab before, but if it smells like this combination of a charnel house and cesspool, then truly they are a depraved group of individuals. It's hard for you to focus your senses through the miasma, but you think you hear the sound of dismemberment on a large scale, and some kind of muttering coming from a voice so deep you can't really understand the words.
Probably another gnome...Odric whispers with a grin.
With the message spell, Grym whispers back to the others. Shall Gaius and I sneak forward for a closer look?
Stealth
Do it!
Gaius grins and tries to meld into the shadows.
Stealth:
Apparently the whites of his teeth are visible. Let's hope it's enough.
The ranger slips forward into the shadows. Holding his blade back under his cloak he revels in the hunt. He cringes slightly at the rogues footsteps. Though still quiet, he is usually capable of better. Gryms mind wanders for a moment as he ponders if the Calistrian is walking funny because he is suffering from one of the diseases common to prostitutes...
He does. He takes a point of damage as the rune is etched.
Ferox says a quick prayer to Abadar (Guidance) and follows the ranger and rogue.
Stealth:
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As the three scouts advance in, the room is noticeably darker than the laboratory you've just left behind, but still there is some ambient light. It looks as if some experiment went awry. The majority of this room contains a nasty-looking stretch of mud—a partially collapsed sinkhole—kept damp by rivulets of water seeping from the walls. A patch of solid ground extends into the mud to form an island, on which is heaped a reeking pile of body parts. To the north, a rickety wheelbarrow sits on its side against the wall. You all notice at once a disgusting creature to the southwest. The three-legged freak is mostly mouth. Three tentacles, two tipped with barbs and one with eyes, extend from its sides. In clear Taldane, it shouts, "WARM FOOD!"
Both groups see each other, no one is surprised. Initiative!
Ferox:
Odric:
Grym:
Gaius:
Morkeleb:
Sandor:
MONSTER:
Love of the gods, its a HUNGRY SHITE MONSTER! The ranger hollers to warn his comrades.
Odric is suprised. He emits a warbling shriek at the horrible nasty creature's freakish appearance, of which he can only see the briefest of glimpses down the passage and around his compatriots' shoulders.
Better part of valor?
Did someone have some alchemist's fire? Maybe nuke the room from beyond?
Odric has 4 vials of it.
Morkeleb has alch fire and acid. Ready to throw--and a good idea!!
Sandor feels the energy of the universe slow down and realize that it is waiting on him this time. In all of his sublety he moves up presenting himself to take the brunt of the creatures attacks. If I still have enough actions, I will fight defensivly
Grym slips to the side to allow the walking juggernaut of a dwarf by. (One space west) The ranger sheathes his blade and readies his sling to fire.
Ferox stays right where he is, and lets loose with his bow.
Attack:
Damage:
ROUND 1
Seeing as we're kind of far away, throwing a flask is hit-or-miss (so to speak). Morkeleb retrieves his Magic MIssile wand and fires away.
Damage:
Round the First
Odric leans The Eagle against the wall and draws 2 flasks of alchemical fire from his pack.
Round the First
Odric runs to the fore, The Eagle poised to strike.
With his weapon aloft, Odric is determined to put himself between the disgusting monster and his physically weaker and more vulnerable friends. As he approaches, the stench makes his eyes water and hurts the inside of his nostrils. To be honest, he harbors the tiniest bit of jealousy for the powerful smell of flatulence detected amongst the bouquet of fetid muck, rotting flesh and Sandor's armpits.
The truly heroic smell of the monster's fart-breath leaves even Odric's most cherished stink bombs in the dust. He can't hold a candle to this creature's gas. To be honest, if he did hold a candle to it the whole cave might erupt in flames.
ROUND 1
Gaius withdraws from the room, moving to just behind Ferox. He draws his hand crossbow.
Done.
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Grym and Sandor advance with caution, ready to explode. Ferox keeps his position and lets fly. The arrow hits home, prompting a "FOOD IS POINTY!" from the beast. Morkeleb follows suit with another blast from his well used wand. Odric gets as close as he can with the Eagle up.
The monster takes action, inching to just out of range of Odric's wind up. He lashes out with his extra long reach. The first is a vicious bite attack on Sandor:
. Sandor is saved by Dwarven engineering....a good shield. Ichor and sickness drip from the teeth. The lascerations may be the good part of getting hit with such a bite.
Two tentacles also lash forward, against Grym and Odric:
Grym:
Odric:
Desna smiles......
Round 1 is complete. Begin Round 2! Map is here.
ROUND 2
Morkeleb continues the minor, but relentless assault as if the wand held limitless charges!
Magic Missile damage:
Round the Second
Trusting in his armor Sandor moves 4 to behind the monster bashing back tenticles and teeth along the way to set up the flank.
Attack with The Axe Fighting Defensivly:
Damage:
AC=24
Grym is impressed with the dwarfs bravery and tenacity. The ranger does his best to try and give cover to Sandor by slinging a bullet into the maw of the beast. Eat lead you fragger! Grym shouts as he lets fly
Sling attack I didnt add in a flanking bonus, does that start this round or next?
Bullet damage
Round 2 update
Sandor, you begin to circle around for the flank - and the creature lashes out with his horrendous bite:
Bite: By Torag! It's got Sandor's head in it's mouth!
Confirmation: Thank the gods it was just his shoulder!
The bite takes a heavy toll, however:
To make matters worse, the mud seems to be deeper than expected. It's difficult terrain in the mud squares, so each counts as 2 squares for movement. Sandor doesn't get his swing, but does find position. The dwarf buckles down and prepares for mortal combat.
Grym lets fly with another stone which connects with the beast as the heroes continue to chip away at the otyugh.
Morkeleb's missile adds to the assault.
Ferox is up, technically before Morkeleb. MAp update at the bottom of the round.
Whoa those teeth are longer than I thought ta get up underneath that plate. Cmon Odric move in and let ya eagle land. Ya needs ta show him who's the flatulance king around these parts, I'll try and keep him focused on me
Odric looks for an opening, hoping Ferox can create one with a well-placed arrow. The Eagle circles gently, searching for a roost...
Ferox knocks another arrow, takes aim, and looses pointy pain at the creature.
Attack:
Damage:
Odric, feeling less and less conflicted aboutthe jealousy he feels welling up inside him, feels something else welling up inside him. He rips a fart intended to intimidate and cow this unruly beast. He screws his face up, tilts his hips to one side and waits a half a heartbeat.
When all that "erupts" is a tiny, high pitched squeak, Odric becomes more embarrassed and angry. He runs forward in a blind rage and attacks!
The Eagle comes screaming down onto some unknown portion of the creature's anatomy.
Apparently, the bit of sh!t monster The Eagle finally roosted on was a vulnerable one. The heavy carven eagle drives deep, the eyes glowing as they plunge into the monster's mottled flesh. As they emerge, the head of The Eagle is covered in sticky brown ichor. The smell is overwhelming and Odric is extremely displeased.
Damage:
Total: 39!
Morkeleb shakes off the minor bits of offal that made their way to the back of the group--which seems to have been mostly blocked by Odric's lately diminishing, yet still impressive, girth.
In appreciation for keeping the splash from hitting me too badly, Odric, allow me to offer to clean your gear after we rest! Of course, that goes for everyone else too.
Morkeleb once again tries to Detect Magic in this sh1thole.
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Sandor.... that bite doesn't look so good. [spoiler=Sandor]Fortitude save: . You grit your teeth and wipe the wound clean. You're fairly certain you'll be fine.[/dice]
Cure Light Wounds:
The Goddess smiles upon you this day, Sandor, Gaius says with a wink.
It looks bad but I am a hardy dwarf. While I am here I search the area for our missing Shoanti ( I think that's how ya spell it) and any other valuable trinkets
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