|
As Jair presents the unholy symbol, all light extinguishes for a few seconds. You hear a silent scream within your minds. Jair's head momentarily fills with images of her deepest, darkest fear, before the vision subsides and the light returns.
Swinging open the door in front of Wyatt, you find the room contains all sorts of crates, barrels, and boxes. There are three other doors, and an opening leading down a far hallway.
|
Doubtful instantly goes on the alert, as the lights go out and his eyes adjust to the darkness, muttering something under his breath.
As no further danger seems to manifest and the lights come back, he looks around scowling, before moving across the room to the next door hugging the wall and giving the altar a wide berth, as if expecting it to have more tricks up its metaphorical sleeves.
|
Imrana will scan the crates and boxes with detect magic, idly humming to herself. She notes Jair's run-in with some sort of magical spell in her book with little fanfare.
"The standard rule when confronted with multiple ways to progress is to take the leftmost one. It has been this way since the time of the Great Nex."
|
|
"It's not a maze" Doubtful mutters in response, staring suspiciously at the various doorways as if expecting it to prove him wrong any second.
"We're looking for the merchant lady." He adds sullenly. "When looking for a person in charge, I'd think you'd go down the middle."
He waves absently at the doorway in question, then sighs slightly with a shrug. "It's all goes wrong, whichever way we go."
He glances at Wyatt with a frown. "I don't think they'd like us going through their stuff."
|
|
As Vaughn begins to walk down the hallway, a voice calls out.
"Welcome, welcome! What is it you're here for? Drugs? Poison?"
Once you come into view, you'll see a wide, open chamber that smells of rotten flesh and harsh chemicals. A curved workbench with dozens of drawers sits against the southern wall of this room, its surface covered with surgical tools, body parts, and alchemical items. On the workbench, a hairless six-legged rat the size of a housecat floats in a vat of blue liquid. The creature’s body is covered in surgical wounds that have been carefully sutured shut.
A much larger version of the rat-creature stands in one corner, accompanied by a small-grey skinned humanoid, grinning wildly.
Thorn can tell the area positioned directly at the entrance at the room has a dangerously unstable floor, and is likely to collapse.
|
Not caring about his knowledge. Thorn speaks, "actually I wouldn't mind looking at the list of gut paste and fang juice. We're just not keen on the old dwarven floor trick. Flip the switch and let's do business."
-Posted with Wayfinder
|
|
Dunkel eyes the floor at the mention of the old dwarven floor trick, confused for several moments.
Wait? Is tha' code fer somethin'?
Narrowing his eyes, he sees Thorn has indeed pointed out strange features in the floor.
He winks and nods.
"Ahhhh!! Aye, good eye lad!"
He then grunts, and tries to scowl, once again attempting to return to play his part as a hired dwarven thug.
|
|
Imrana recoils at the sight of the disected rat-thing, her instinctual disgust overwhelming her curiosity.
"A wayang! I have never observed one of them before."
She kneels down near the wayang and begins trying to sketch him while also marking off a section of the page for notes, switching back-and-forth as he answers questions.
"Are you a normal specimen of your species? Are you considered handsome where you are from? On a scale of 1-10 how much do you like light? Shadow?"
|
|
The big rat-thing is a Kirrix, an alchemically altered version of a riding rat commonly employed by ratfolk. They are immune to disease and are also capable of consuming diseased material, water, and air, storing the diseases within themselves. While this is primarily used to ensure sanitation in the communities, it can also be employed as a weapon, expelling pathogens onto its enemies. Typical afflictions include bubonic plague and filth fever.
"I wasn't expecting in today...and I suspect that you aren't the delegation from Nagajor that's coming in next week. Who sent you, exactly?"
|
Jaïr smiles at the rat and says I don't think so, as I don't know what Nagajor is.
We are independant avistani's businessmen who have acquired relics and it seems that they are quite difficult to sell in the open market.
We've heard that here, we could find a buyer for it. That's the reason we are here today.
We would like to do the trade today as we are in a tied schedule and we want to go back as quickly as possible in Avistan.
Do you want to look at what we have to trade ?
|
|
Doubtful sees the wayang about to attack, and leaps into action, calling a warning to the others.
"I don't think he's friendly."
With a mighty surge, he leaps over the weakened section of floor as if it were a mere crack, landing nimbly on the far side, and rushing at the man with the vial.
"Don't think you should do that." He mutters, morosely, as he aims a punch at him.
, for non-lethal damage plus stunned (DC 16 fortitude negates)
|
|
The wayang leaps back in shock, desperately flinging a vial of some sort at Doubtful. Glancing off him, it lands on his workbench, creating colorful flames as various alchemical substances ignite, but leaving the dwarf unscathed. He sputters with rage at his companion.
Kill them! Kill them now!
Dunkel and Wyatt are up.
|
|
Dunkel, with the understanding that a trap lies before them, quickly mutters the words to a spell and then rushes over to a cavern wall.
"Dun worry Doubtful! Ah'm right behind ye!"
HP: 45/45 (10 temp); AC: 14 (T10/FF14)
F: +7*, R: +1*, W: +3* (+2 vs poisons, spells, SLAs)
Telekinetic Fist (1d4+1) Uses Left: 5/5
Cure Light Wand Charges Left: 35/50
Mage Armor Wand Charges Left: 42/50
Spells (CL 4th; concentration +6)
1st — [ ] burning hands (DC 14), [ ] enlarge person (DC 13), [ ] feather fall, [ ] shocking grasp
2nd - [X] false life, [ ] see invisibility, [X] spider climb
Stats above reflect mage armor is active
|
|
Wyatt's first arrow hits, causing the little thing to shriek in frustration.
The Kirrix rushes towards Dunkel and the others, and violently coughs, spraying Dunkel, Jair, and Thorn with an absolutely foul array of bodily fluids, partially digested food, and substances that are better left unidentified. Each one of you feels (and tastes) some get into your mouth, nose, and other exposed areas.
Thorn, Jair, and Imrana are up.