Johund steps over the corpse, examining the rope. "A warnin'? A trap?" he whispers, before looting the bodies.
"I smell a warning. Keep the masks on. I have a feeling that it might help protect us from some 'cunning' trap. Or give the friends of these idiots a moment's pause before we gut them.", she says, kicking over a corpse to see if they have anything of interest on them.
After a few tense moments reinforcements come around the corner. They blink for a second but one of them points out how Johund's heavy armour under the robes and they fire... Johund and Amadeen avoid the worst of it, their robes getting damaged but not themselves.
Johund
Eluvias
Amadeen
Poor fools...
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"Sod this! You're dying!", Amadeen yells, irritated by nearly getting punctured. She sprints into the room, reaching a corner. For a moment, it looks like exertion has winded her. But no, it is her vomiting!
Vomiting wasps, who surge forward to assail the nearest poor fool!
Eluvias stabbed his sword in the direction of one crossbowman, causing fire to shoot out and engulf him. He then slashed the blade in the direction of the second, causing more flames to engulf the man. Within seconds everyone was either covered in flames or way being mauled by a swarm.
Johund runs forward and buries his dagger in the bandit's stomach! "Now that ain't polite," he whispers menacingly.
Johund runs forward and buries his dagger in the red bandit's stomach! "Now that ain't polite," he whispers menacingly.
Eluvias stabbed his sword in the direction of one crossbowman, causing fire to shoot out and engulf him. He then slashed the blade in the direction of the second, causing more flames to engulf the man. Within seconds everyone was either covered in flames or way being mauled by a swarm.
"Sod this! You're dying!", Amadeen yells, irritated by nearly getting punctured. She sprints into the room, reaching a corner. For a moment, it looks like exertion has winded her. But no, it is her vomiting!
Vomiting wasps, who surge forward to assail the nearest poor fool!
...who starts screaming!
The lone man runs around the corner in seek of allies. Swinging open a door wildly he calls in. "We're under attack!"
Johund
Eluvias
Amadeen
Poor fools... Orange -8
Amadeen jogs up to the corner, just enough so she has an idea of where to will the wasps to turn towards - and advance!
Johund spews a tirade of swampfoul language from behind his mask, running forward into the hall.
Eluvias thought for a moment about using more of his magic reservoir, but decided against it. The poor fools didn’t seem worth it, and there might be more to come. He kept pace with his comrades.
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Johund spews a tirade of swampfoul language from behind his mask, running forward into the hall.
Eluvias thought for a moment about using more of his magic reservoir, but decided against it. The poor fools didn’t seem worth it, and there might be more to come. He kept pace with his comrades.
Amadeen jogs up to the corner, just enough so she has an idea of where to will the wasps to turn towards - and advance!
As the wasps sting him to death the man screams "NOT THE BEES!"
As ye enter the new section of corridor you can see the doors the man opened. Three matched doors stand on the corridor’s east side. Each is carved with the images of lordly feasts, although a hooded gray figure appears in each image, silently watching.
You recognize the image as the god Norgorber in his aspect as the Gray Master.
Through the doors you can see this mess hall’s north and south walls are fitted with shelves containing mismatched goblets, platters, and bowls. A number are made of fine porcelain emblazoned with crests of noble families. A raised table with three lavish chairs stands at the east end.
Seeing the ally killed by wasps in a panicked state two of the figures move. One opening a door beside him and moving away. Another opens another door into the corridor and rushes across it both shouting and trying to raise the alarm. The last two try to buy time moving back behind the table at the head of the room, one turns it over for cover while the other shoots at Eluvias.
Johund
Eluvias
Amadeen
Poor fools...
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With a roar, Johund races down the hall, his bulky frame propeled by divine force as he flies through the wasps. He stabs his hunting knife down between the man's neck and shoulder, blood bubbling up over his hand.
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"Follow the screaming! That's where we'll find them!", yells Amadeen as she keeps jogging up the corridor, only stopping at the doorway.
"Huh! Norgorber cultist! Let's show them what murder really looks like!"
Then, she will the wasps to cease stinging a dead man - and go for livelier meat!
With a roar, Johund races down the hall, his bulky frame propeled by divine force as he flies through the wasps. He stabs his hunting knife down between the man's neck and shoulder, blood bubbling up over his hand.
Eluvias moves swiftly up to the pair who are digging in.
"Follow the screaming! That's where we'll find them!", yells Amadeen as she keeps jogging up the corridor, only stopping at the doorway.
"Huh! Norgorber cultist! Let's show them what murder really looks like!"
Then, she will the wasps to cease stinging a dead man - and go for livelier meat!
The two figures drop their crossbows before drawing their shortswords. Hasty clumsy slashes miss Eluvias and they both try to back away from him.
Johund
Eluvias
Amadeen
Poor fools... Red -2. -1 Str
Amadeen sprints into the room, taking cover behind the table, while willing the swarm to keep chasing their prey!
Johund's uncanny speed sends him flying into the northern room. His dagger lashes out at the northwestern thug.
Stepping over to the man Johund was fighting, Eluvias calmly whispered a spell that infused his blade with the chill of winter.
Johund's uncanny speed sends him flying into the northern room. His dagger lashes out at the northwestern thug.
Stepping over to the other man, Eluvias calmly whispered a spell that infused his blade with the chill of winter.
Amadeen sprints into the room, taking cover behind the table, while willing the swarm to keep chasing their prey moving towards the door by Johund.
One figure is still unaccounted for.
Johund
Eluvias
Amadeen
Poor fools...
"Folks, try to keep a path clear for the wasps so I can send them in. They'll sting whomever they're touching."
Amadeen will try to move the wasps through the door as far as they'll go. If she can't get a clear path, she'll try to line them up for movement later.
All the while, she will move into fresh cover.
Eluvias, meanwhile, kept pace with the queen. He stood by her side with blade drawn, as if though a bodyguard.
Johund moves after the wasps into a new area. This room is a kitchen. A large hearth takes up most of the south wall, and there’s a basin for washing up against the west wall. Dry goods, provisions, and cooking gear clutter the space... A door lies open to the south.
Heading through the door he heads into the corridor. "I found him, he's got friends!" He calls back to the others. He darts back quickly while he waits for the others to come.
While the hunted man reloads his crossbow a new figure moves to pursue Johund and with an outstretched hand a bright rainbow of colours washes over the priest.
A metalic serpent slithers into the corridor before Johund.
Johund
Eluvias
Amadeen
Poor fools...
In order not to accidentally have Johund stung repeatedly, Amadeen jogs into the room just behind her wasps.
Johund dats back inside the room while Eluvias casts a spell and moves forward.
In order not to accidentally have Johund stung repeatedly, Amadeen jogs into the room just behind her wasps.
As an iron serpent slithers into the room Johund stabs at it however his blade just skreeches across it's metallic hide. His own armour protected him from retaliation however.
Amadeen sees a figure hurl a flask towards her swarm but overshoots. Shattering off the tiles the area where it covers sizzles.
Johund
Eluvias
Amadeen
Poor fools...
Being sure to take the long way around, so as to not be caught up in the swarm, Eluvias encased his sword in electricity. Anyone who had been around him long enough knew what that meant.
Realising that the swarm of wasps is nearly spent and that her companions are now in their would-be path, Amadeen leaves the swarm where it currently hovers.
Instead, she looks for the very fortune of the foe that she can see...and begins laughing out loud, even if muffled by her mask.
Johund strikes his blades off the iron cobra twice but they only screech off its hide.
Being sure to take the long way around, so as to not be caught up in the swarm, Eluvias encased his sword in electricity. Anyone who had been around him long enough knew what that meant. This was a lesson this particular person was not going to live long enough to learn...
Realising that the swarm of wasps is nearly spent and that her companions are now in their would-be path, Amadeen leaves the swarm where it currently hovers.
Instead, she looks for the very fortune of the foe that she can see...and begins laughing out loud, even if muffled by her mask.
The metallic snake tries to bite Eluvias but the elf proves too fast.
Johund
Eluvias
Amadeen
Poor fools...
With but one enemy left, Eluvias sought to end the creature the best way he knew how. Namely, applying an enchanted blade to it’s head.
Amadeen abruptly ceases laughing as the person falls, steps up and launches a crossbow bolt at the metallic snake.
Johund still can't land a proper blow on this thing.
With but one enemy left, Eluvias sought to end the creature the best way he knew how. Namely, applying an enchanted blade to it’s head.
Medium spider venom (3)
Mwk short sword
"Toss the junk, take the good stuff. I like that for an ethos! Let's backtrack and check out the rooms we legged it past. Say the northeast first."
”Yes, it will be nice not to burden ourselves with rubbish. We can always send peasants to collect it if we are so inclined.”
This chamber is a small barracks with a pair of double bunks and a small privy in the north wall. The eastern portion of the room is partitioned into a pair of cells with doors made from iron bars. Inside each is a shoddy bunk and a rusty bucket.
There's some kind of strange fleshy creatures under one of the bunks.
Amadeen peers in and stops still.
She whispers, while pointing with a slender finger:
"There's a fleshy thing underneath that bed there. Get ready to stab it."
She will wait for the others to get themselves ready while keeping an eye in the creature's direction.
This horrid mass of eyes, mouths, and formless flesh stares in all directions, its countless maws twitch... thanks to Amadeens warning you are not caught off guard.
Disgusting, loathsome, and hungry—these are the only words that properly describe the gibbering mouther. A foul beast that lurks in underground caves, sewers, and nightmares, mouthers have no societal, ecological or religious significance other than their ability to drive those that listen to them mad. Some scholars believe that gibbering mouthers are a lesser variant of the much more dangerous shoggoth, while others theorize they are a punishment by some powerful being or deity inflicted on those who have offended it.
Amadeen
Johund
Eluvias
Monster
As soon as Amadeen gets a good look at the *thing*, she glares at it, and says:
"I don't know what it is. I just know that it's going to die very soon!"
She finishes with breaking into her trademark cackling.
Eluvias walked up and swung his blade at the creature. He had no idea what it was, and really didn’t want to touch it. Few enemies stood for long against his black blade, and he hoped that this one wouldn’t be any different.
Johunds plants both daggers hilt deep into the mass of flesh, aiming for two of its eyes.
As soon as Amadeen gets a good look at the *thing*, she glares at it, and says:
"I don't know what it is. I just know that it's going to die very soon!"
She finishes with breaking into her trademark cackling.
Johunds plants both daggers hilt deep into the mass of flesh, aiming for two of its eyes.
Eluvias walked up and swung his blade at the creature. He had no idea what it was, and really didn’t want to touch it. Few enemies stood for long against his black blade, and he hoped that this one wouldn’t be any different.
...and once more Eluvias was correct.
This chamber is someone’s personal quarters. A comfortable bed stands in the southwest corner. Several small keepsakes, including a couple of small leather journals, clutter the wall shelves.
The keepsakes on the shelves include a gold chess piece worth 25 gp, an ivory comb worth 40 gp, and a statuette of a woman with a lyre worth 15 gp.
Amadeen has a quick browse of the journals, while musing:
"Next room on the left after this. I still wonder what the heck that thing was, besides a pincushion."
Aside from Norgorbor the name Tarin Dars comes up frequently but ut will take more time to properly get an estimation of the journals content. Tarin seems to be this persons superior and held in respect by the writer.
"Interesting. This Tarin Dars bears noting."
”Indeed it is. We can not afford to allow such cults to take root in your lands. If he is near, we should remove his head from his shoulders and leave it on a spike as a warning to others. Speaking of which, I do believe that we should begin the process. At this rate, in a few years, we could have an impressive collection. There could be signs to go with each head, so that all may know who crossed us and what their fate was.”
The double bunks and footlockers in the alcoves of this room suggest it serves as a barracks. The walls are decorated with simple paintings and murals which include sketches of building, temple and ruin layouts with notations suggesting how to get past obstacles and traps. Two small privy chambers stand against the southern wall, and doors exit to the southeast and northwest.
Three figures, equipped like those previously seen, stand ready with their crossbows using an upturned table as cover.
Amadeen
Eluvias
Johund
Goons
"Cow'rds!" Johund bellows, closing the gap between them and the crossbows. He crashes over the table, slashing his dagger in a wide arc that rips across the throat of a cultist, sending a spray of blood against the wall.