"Yous need all those slashies? I like use my claws, but could come in handy to have slashy too."
If none of the goblins complain, he'll take the +1 longsword as a backup weapon for now. He also picks up the other amulet of natural armor +1 and puts it on.
"Why ye' get anything ye" were shanks plaything if not for Kovak and company..."
Kovak uses one of his many sticks to heal up
"Oooh, Kigaar healies Torch?"
"KOvak heal Mugmuff too?"
kovak Smack Ye with his stick, but does not leave a hit... Smack smack no damage"
Bart grins and daydreams about eating the wand once it's out of charges.
Bart will gnaw on the wand long enough to get 3 charges out of Kigaar.
"Let's go kills things. Burnclaw's burnclaws itchy... needs scratchings."
The route leading out to the manor is a 3-mile hike along a narrow path that follows the Foxglove River from the covered bridge where it flows under the Lost Coast Road to the dark sea cliffs overlooking the Varisian Gulf. Here, wild sea birds call out to a roaring ocean that churns hundreds of feet below. As the you near the manor, it almost seems as if nature herself has become sick and twisted. Nettles and thorns grow more prominent, trees are leafless and bent, and the wind seems unnaturally cold and shrill as it whistles through the cliffside crags. The path slowly rises, bending around a steep corner in the cliffs, and then the old building looms at the edge of the world. The strangely cold sea wind rises to a keening shriek as the manor comes into view.
The building itself appears to loathe its perch high above the ocean, as if the entire house were poised for a suicide leap. The roof sags in many places, and mold and mildew cake the crumbling walls. Vines of diseased-looking gray wisteria strangle the structure in several places, hanging down over the precipitous cliff edge almost like tangled braids of hair. The house is crooked, its gables angling sharply and breached in at least three places, hastily repaired by planks of sodden wood. Chimneys rise from various points among the rooftops, leaning like old men in a storm, and grinning gargoyle faces leer from under the eaves.
Night is just settling in firmly as you approach the decaying building.
Why in the world would Ripnugget want to live here anyway?
"This place look cursed. We sure we wants go in? I mean.. I NOT SCARED!" Burnclaw gets instantly defensive when he realizes that he said something that could be misconstrued as weak.
Burnclaw moves up to the entrance to the building that faces the water and listens behind the door for longshank movement.
Mugmuff joins Burnclaw in approaching the house, but he goes up to a window and peers in if he can.
Torch approaches cautiously.
Bartclets out a whistle, almost too high pitched to be heard. A few moments later a dire bat swoops down and lands by Bart.
As though nothing unusual happened Bart hops on the back of the bat and does a quick scout around the perimiter of the estate.
"Why so scared bitey-one? Purpus protect you."
Nurpus then heads towards the building.
As the group slowly makes their way towards the rotting and ruined building they notice the true amount of decay that seems to have taken hold on the structure. Greasy black and green splotches of mold and mildew cover the walls and windows with a thick disgusting film. As Bart takes to the air he disturbs a small flock of ravens perched upon the ruins of an outbuilding, the birds quickly taking flight and scattering in all directions.
Checking the perimeter there are two doors that are noticeable on the first floor, both of which appear to be locked. The windows look like another access point, however no view can be gained to the inside due to heavy curtains being pulled closed behind each window on the ground and upper floors.
Looking back down the road you came along you notice a small band of goblins who have camped a good distance away from the house, likely here to provide reports back to Ripnugget on your progress as well as acting as a source of fresh recruits for those goblins who fail to make it out of the house alive. Evil GM cackle...
Having checked a window and found it well covered, Mugmuff will circle the house ,noting the second door, checking it to see if it's locked, try to assess how hard the lock might be to pick without actually picking it... then circle back around to the front and report his findings to all..
Then he'll approach the front door and make an attempt at the lock there...assuming there are no traps...
If Mugmuff finds no traps on the door and it is unlocked, Burnclaw will burst through the door, using Stunning Irruption to stun any creatures in the room behind the door.
Burnclaw quickly lowers his shoulder and smashes through the door, the rotten and mildewed wood buckling and splintering as he crashes through into the dark and creepy house. This oak-paneled chamber must have once
been breathtaking, but is a sad sight now—the floorboards are warped with moisture and the paneling scratched and spotted with mold. A grand
piano, its surface splotchy and keys warped, leans tiredly in the southeast corner. Additional doors can be seen in the south and east walls.
Burnclaw lets the others catch up with him and inspect things if they see fit. Once that's done, he'll similarly smash in the door to the South.
Nurpus will join the toothy goblin in the room gun drawn and search for anything out of place.
Bart will wave for Flappy to hide outside as he draws his comically oversized sword he stole from Amiri and enters.
Mugmuff slips in after Burnclaw and checks the new doors for any kind of traps or locks....
Kovak walks in with bart weapon at the ready "in we creep to look for shiny thing to keep"
Burnclaw bursts through the south door.
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Searching the room you find nothing useful. The piano would probably be worth a good amount of coin if it was restored, and the metal strings inside might be worth something. Checking both doors Mugmuff finds himself greeted by only silence.
Not interested in subtlety, Burnclaw bashes his way through the southern door, and finds himself in a narrow hallway. A door directly opposite the one he just entered leads south, while further down the hallway are two other doors, one leading north and the other east. From somewhere within the walls, each of you hears a low chuckling sound which quickly tapers off into silence.
Kovak laughs himself at the sound, swing his sword around " laugh in the dark, laugh when hidden, kovaks gobs will laugh when wes did ye' in eeeehehehe"
He sings challenging the sound
Continuing his bashing through doors, Burnclaw bashes through the one directly in front of him.
Not to be overshown by Burnxlaw Bart rushes to the nearest door and flings it open too.
"Maybe if house on fire, longshanks come out to play?" Torch offers helpfully.
Mugmuff grumbles "Ripnugget wants this one, no burning."
Closest to a door, Burnclaw continues his brutal destruction of the doors within the large manor, bashing his way through another and into a much larger room. The sound of the house straining and creaking gives this long, high-ceilinged room an additional sense of age and decay. The place smells damp, the unpleasant tinge of mold lacing the air as surely as it stains the wooden floor, walls, and furniture in pallid patches. Moldering trophies hang on the wall to the northeast: a boar, a bear, a firepelt cougar, and a stag, yet they pale in comparison to
the monster on display in the center of the room.
Crouching in the middle of the grand room is a twelve-foot-long creature with the body of a lion, a scorpion’s tail fitted with dozens of razor barbs, huge batlike wings, and a deformed humanoid face.
This is a simple washroom. An ancient metal washtub stands to the north, a ring of mildew crusting its inner surface. A strange, furtive scratching comes from inside the tub.
Mugmuff waits to see if the thing moves, readying an action to attack if it does.
"BIG MONSTER HERE! COME KILL!!"
Burnclaw charges at the creature in the middle, biting it and trying to rip out its throat.
Bart draws an alchemist's fire, planning on tossing it in the tub.
Coming up behind Burnclaw, Torch shouts, "Torch will kill big monster-thingy!" Before anyone can move to stop him, he launches a bomb at the creature.
touch
fire and if a direct hit, creature is on fire!
Kovak sings in delight "kill and stab slash and cut, then wez eat ye fut?
Burnclaw charges into the large room, ripping and tearing at the immediate threat. Despite his best efforts, he is only rewarded with a mouthful of foul tasting hair as the creature doesn't even seem to recognize that it is being attacked, remaining completely motionless. From behind the bloodrager, Torch shouts out and tosses one of his flaming bombs at the monstrosity, the liquid death exploding upon impact and singing the hairs on Burnclaw's head. Still the creature seems not to notice. Torch's senses are assaulted with the strong smell of burning hair and flesh. Despite the direct hit, the flames smolder and quickly die out, the creature seemingly unaffected.
From the tub in the bathroom, the scraping and shuffling sound continues to emanate from within, yet nothing comes flying out to attack the brave anti-paladin.
Burnclaw spits out a mouthful of hair, steps back, and stares at the thing.
"Stoopid Burnclaw. Dats not a thing. Just big scary pillow!"
Nurpus waits for something to move, then he will shoot it.
Not being Torch, Bart decides to foolishly step up to the tub and peek before deciding to toss his fire in or not.
Peeking into the tub, Bart sees a grossly misshapen and pale rat, its body bulging with tumors. Its eyes appear to be completely clouded over and the creature itself seems to be flailing blindly at the sides of the tub in a feeble attempt to get out.