Bedlam signs
Why not just wake him by butchering a pig, a sheep, or even a horse; so that he wakens smelling a beautiful bouquet of bounty!
The dwarf smiles.
Den we be just visiting nice like!
Adelie signs ”Good idea, Bedlam. You should go find us a sheep. I think I saw one back that way.”
He waves vaguely down the corridor into the darkness.
Adelie retreats from the room to float near Mone and Aurora. He hopes Tragershen decides to cast Detect Magic, but he doesn’t feel strongly enough about it to say anything more.
Anzath fishes out a set of common manacles and simple lock.
Aurora nods to Adelie and takes up position near Tragershen, mace and shield at the ready to protect the squishy wizard if anything goes awry.
Before Tragershen casts the hideous laughter spell, he'll cast detect magic on the sleeper and his immediate surroundings. If he discovers anything with the spell, he'll relay it silently. If he doesn't find anything, he'll relay that and, when the others are ready, carry out the plan.
Adelie and Mone follow Aurora, ready to help her protect Tragershen.
Marthek's eyes (both of them) flash open as Tragershen begins the chant for Detect Magic. He roars in fury, clutching his greatclub in his hands.
Tragershen does indeed detect the presence of magical auras.
Having heard the Oh s~!$! That happened! from back where his friends are; messing with a Not-Cyclops, Bedlam begins walking back!
Anzath drops manacles to the ground and draws her bow to fire off an opening shot.
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Lolygert watches the preparations , magical and otherwise, to deal with the mystery of the large, muscled guy.
He's about to add his own suggestion, "Why don't we..." when the muscle-man roars in fury.
Lolygert blinks, impressed....then not one to be one-upped, gets angry himself....and roar's back!
Lolly's ferocious roar causes the prone barbarian to quail somewhat.
Adelie watches Tragershen to see what the wizard does next before casting his own spell.
Talathel holds his movements until after Tragershen gets a chance to strike.
Bedlam wades back toward his friends grumbling
Go git un pig. No, go git un sheep. Me be not un farmer! How me be knowing what da sheep be?
The dwarf stops at the rear of the group. Standing on his tiptoes, the dwarf struggles to see the developing scene.
Sumone be press'n pause on da remote?
Adelie, while still airborne and near the back of the group, begins to cast call lightning.
Gelver starts to shove his way forward, screaming at the top of his lungs.
His voice echoes deeply into the inky blackness of the corridor. Hobbaby joins him.
Ippolit sighs and takes up a position at the rear, peering into the darkness and readying his guisarme against any threats that might sneak up behind you. He intends to survive. "I really should request my own light source," he mutters.
Marthek rips out Anzath's arrow. Red, living, human blood pours from the wound, but he doesn't seem to slow down at all.
Instead, he leaps to his feet, taking a swipe from Gelver:
Your madman swiftly chops their madman on the throat. For unknown reasons, probably related to universe-level mechanics beyond the ken of humanoidkind, your madman's sword just doesn't hurt their madman all that much, despite the absolute perfection of the shot.
Yours yells "CURSED, CURSED!"
Theirs yells "MARTHEK! DIE DIE DIE!" and brings down his greatclub on yours, his eyes filled with RAGE.
It is Gelver's lucky day. He pulls his tower shield between himself and certain death, shrinking down behind its protective arc. The impact has a sound like close thunder, but somehow Gelver's equipment holds under the blow, and he even maintains his footing. Gelver stares over the rim of his shield and into the looming eyes of the other madman, screaming "NETHYS! THE CURSED! BOTH CURSED!"
Marthek roars.
It's a noisy scene.
Not wanting to be left in the rear, while folks are just window shopping, the dwarf bullies his way to the front. Arresting his progress once the Large Oak Tree! presents itself, Bedlam looks (way) up at it.
You be un Giant? Me taste ta find out!
The Alchemist--swiftly--applies this to his Bite!
Bedlam's bite takes a Large! chunk out of Marthek. Because Marthek is in a corner of a room, there's just one more space for a non-reach melee combatant to engage him.
Anzath falls back a step and holds until after Aurora's blessing to shoot, now into melee.
The shrieking earns a cringe from Aurora. With another uttered prayer, a faint white glow flows through the air for just a brief moment.
Like Aurora, Adelie winces at the sudden cacophony of roars and crashes. He reluctantly adds to it by calling a bolt of lightning to strike Marthek.
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In case it might be of some use, Tragershen continues to focus on his divination spell. He peers at the dangerous man they face, hoping to determine if some sort of spell upon him is the cause for his aggression or his power.
Marthek bears the brunt of the bolt and takes the toxophilite's torrent of arrows.
Tragershen's Detect Magic notices magical auras aplenty. After trying to focus through the magic-aura Santamas Tree that is Bedlam, Tragershen sees that Marthek's greatclub is magical. Marthek himself radiates an aura, and it's stronger than the greatclub--a faint aura, but Trag knows a faint aura means a level 6-10 spell.
Trag is focused on Marthek, but he sees many auras bubbling around his party members. Oddly, he notices an aura radiating off of Gelver. He's only had one round to see it, so that's all he knows at the moment.
As Bedlam takes a bite out of crime...err...giant...big fella, he thinks how nice it would be to get a Santa hat.
The enraged Lolygert doesn't notice that his roar had no effect, but it really sounded great!
He joins Beldam in confronting the large , clubbed man engaging with his great big sword!
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Talathel steps in behind Bedlam and stabs. And stabs, and stabs, and stabs.
Hopefully, at least one stab will do *something* to this crazed and powerful foe!
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Shouv'ov be stay'n yer big ass in bed today!
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Marthek goes the way of many a barbarian--caught napping, overwhelmed by numbers, knocked unconscious and out of rage... he is now dead.
Blood soaks into the ratskin nest where Marthek dreamed his restless dreams. The herculean club lies unattended for the first time in gods only know how many long, dark years.
Gelver turns away from the mammocked body of his foe. He flings himself in front of Aurora and, sheathing his sword, falls to his knees muttering "Cursed... cursed." He rubs his face with his free hand as if plagued by invisible flies. But this isn't necessarily unusual behavior for Gelver.
Tragershen sees the spell fade from Marthek's body, slipping away before he can ascertain anything else about the nature of the magic. Where once radiated an aura, now there is only a dead man. Less distracted now, he notices very faint auras in the rat nest.
"Sh!t."
Anzath lowers her bow and looks around the room.
Tragershen continues to concentrate on his spell, even though the melee has concluded. He tries to discern the aura that he glimpsed on Gelver, and he takes note of the auras in the rat nest.
Bedlam pauses. His blue eyes squeezed shut. Body tensed. A single drop of perspiration slowly and nervously limps down his face to hide in his beard.
After a full minute, the dwarf nervously chuckles
Me no Paladin! No worries den!
The relieved dwarf searches for loot!
Tragershen finds an aura on Gelver. He'll have to use his knowledge of arcana to determine what exactly is going on.
Bedlam and Tragershen quickly determine that the lesser auras in the rat nest emanate from a series of scrolls and a spellbook. While digging in the blood, he also finds a gold ingot that is worth about 400 GP in coin.
Aurora drops her hand to Gelver's head and makes a hushing noise. "Yes, this place is cursed. That is why we are here," she says before bringing the hand down under his chin and attempting to encourage him back to his feet.
Adelie scowls at Marthek’s body.
”Oops. Well, at least we’re okay.”
Knowledge (arcana) .
After he checks the scrolls and book for poison, he'll let one of the trappy people check for traps, and then he'll examine them.
Tragershen can't quite figure out what's up with Gelver.
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"Whatever it was about this place that drove him mad, his suffering is at an end now. We should ensure in some way that he does not serve the minions of Orcus in another involuntary way."
Bedlam merrily gathers up the magical scrolls and spellbook. He hands them over to Tragershan.
If'n be finding any un me types ov formulas, please be letting me copy dem.
The dwarf then readies his gear for more s'ploring!
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Tragershen doesn't have Read Magic prepared, so if he wants to dig into the spellbook and scrolls he'll have to use the more cumbersome Spellcraft + Detect Magic method, unless I'm forgetting something important.
Also, he doesn't have Light prepared. I'll assume that Lolly is using his Light cantrip, which seems to be the party's sole light source at the moment, what with Kritfisher sheathed.
Do you settle in for some identifying, or do you push on?
"We can sort through the materiel later. We can press on for now."
Adelie bobs up and down in agreement.