|AC 9, T 8, FF 9|HP: 9/9|F +2, R -2, W 0|Init -2, Perc -2|CMB +2 CMD 10|burning sands 1/1
"Tell me about it," Says Heraclitus, as the contents of a bag of marbles and pieces of a board game begin spontaneously creeping out of its pack and floating around its head.
Dusty sheets cover the furniture of the front hall — all save a large portrait flanked by unlit candelabras above the fireplace directly opposite the front door. The room smells musty and old.
Perception, DC 20:
Something has chewed holes in the baseboards of the walls, that look like a Tiny creature could pass through.
Survival, DC 20:
From the looks of the dust on the floor, a Small humanoid has been through this room in the last year.
The portrait over the mantle has been slashed and torn, leaving the subject unrecognisable, though a strong widow's peak can still be seen. The plaque at the bottom of the wooden frame has nearly been scratched out, but the name is still legible, Lady Rena Illirigarde. As you inspect the room, the candles around the painting ignite one by one, and a scratching sound can be heard from the doorway to the east.
"Huh, what? Where? Thalionwen's attention seems to be totally focused on the slashed painting and it's plaque, completely ignoring the rest of her surroundings. She says a quick incantation to detect magical auras around the painting and candles. "This is very strange."
Daedîn, upon hearing Callus, nods and enters the room, going just to the right of the doorway, observing and covering his companions if/when they enter...
This room’s walls are polished steel, and it contains several workbenches littered with broken glassware and alchemical apparatuses. Four tall mirrors hang from the walls. The bare floor suffers blast scars, as if some great explosion had taken place here. The light is coming from an alembic stand in the corner.
A few vials are still intact, with some liquid in them.
[Spoiler=Craft (alchemy) or Perception, DC 15]Two flasks of acid[/dice]
Daedîn will cover his companions while they enter the room...
"Jazk, you might want the acid flasks...I already have some and Callus has his bombs...Callus mentioned swarms earlier, and if we run into any, our weapons won't be of much use..."
The air becomes chilly, the steel walls frost over, and a strange vision of the intact laboratory appears in the mirrors. Lightning from two generators blasts a tiny figure with limp wings as a woman with a strong widow’s peak observes. The tiny creature seems confused and screeches in protest as its arms drift left then right like hands on a compass. The woman seems displeased with the results and the creature’s pleading squeals. She shuts off the device, picks up the little figure, and throws it in a box covered with skulls. She closes the latch just as the vision fades. The frost begins to blacken and flake from the walls like ash, and as it does, it clumps together into hundreds of tiny creatures that twitch with life. The ashen swarm slowly begins scurrying about, giving you all time to act.
Elf Female | 9/9HP| AC 15 T 13 FF 12| Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +3| Initiative +8| Perception +4
Thalionwen steps outside the room to get away from the spiders.
Move. I'll ready for if any other threats get into range of me.
Thought I had burning hands memmed...but no, for some reason had chill touch currently instead.
LG Vishkanya Shining Knight/Holy Warrior **Rebuilding**
Ack! Run AWAY!
Looking at the minute creatures and back to his blade, the man frowns. "I'm not gonna be much help here.... Daedin, get out of there!" he hollers to his companion, as he flees the room.
"Any of you good at slaughtering tiny creatures, have at it!"
Daedîn tosses the acid flask he had handy at the swarm...
Flask:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Damage:1d5 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Jazk remember you got the acid flasks earlier, so you can attack next round...this being a surprise round and I have higher initiative than the swarm, I should be able to move before it next round...
Sorry GM, must've fat-fingered the d5 on my mobile...added 1 for PBS (an earlier DM said I could add the + 1 PBS damage, is that wrong?)...didn't know 'bout the * 1.5...
Daedîn sighs relief and then follows the others towards the other door down the hall, eyes alert for signs of danger, bow at the ready...
This spacious reading room is covered in dust. Expensive furniture hides under sheets, except a round table whose polished stone surface is completely clean. A large, open box carved with skulls sits near the table, and a mirror hangs on the door to the north. One of the chairs is currently glowing with an eerie radiance.
