Anzath halts the line and draws her blades, illuminating the passageway.
Bedlam complaining that he can't see (being in the back), bumps and pushes his way to the front.
Be under figure in dere. Me thinks it be staring at us.
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The creature stands up, breathing heavily. In heavily accented common, "Do you open my chamber, at this long last? I can no other answer make but thanks, and thanks; and ever thanks; and oft good turns are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay..."
It lurches towards you. It smells like death.
Up the hall,
WHUMP
The door shudders again.
Tragershen checks the floor and walls of the corridor behind the secret door. Are there... skid marks? Does it look like the ooze (poo ooze? Pooze?) has been in here?
It's clean.
Bedlam looks from the creature to the door back to the creature.
Anybody be gots un bucket of nails, sum planks and un hammer?
Anzath looks to Aurora, "Do ve kill it?"
As soon as he saw the humanoid figure, Talathel quickly sought to identify its true nature.
Lolygert peers into the dark, trying to make out the figure illuminated by Anzath's blades, his nose wrinkling from the new death smell, "Why does everything stink really bad down here? " he asks no one in particular, reaching for his bow and knocking and arrow....just in case.
Aurora wrinkles her nose as the humanoid figure is illuminated. She retains a cautious hand on her mace but makes no move to brandish it... yet. "Stay where you are, it is not safe in the corridor. Who are you?"
Talathel recognizes the ghast for what it is.
"O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days,
So full of dismal terror was the time!"
"Also, I'm very hungry... may I eat someone?"
Talathel speaks in drow sign language where the ghast cannot see.
Can a silver-tongued person tell this ghast that the direction that we came from has someone he is welcome to consume?
The dwarf still looking at the door behind them, asks.
No? Nails? Planks? Perhaps, sumting heavy?
The dwarf looks for anything heavy to place in front of the Door O' Poo.
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The dwarf looks for anything heavy to place in front of the Door O' Poo.
"I don't see signs that it has been in here, and it may not be intelligent enough to look for a hidden portal. Perhaps if we do not make too much noise..."
Anzath is least concerned about the pooze. That desk should hold. She's most concerned with the hungry ghast ambling toward them.
Seeing the body language of Anzath go distinctly "slayer", Talathel likewise charges, aiming for a flanking position to skewer the ghast from.
Anzath lunges forward and slashes the ghast into another, more permanent death. "Thanks, and ever thanks..." it murmurs as it falls.
Talathel appears by her side a moment later.
Bedlam, with one eye on the hall behind, stands in the doorway, requesting construction supplies.
The unmentionable thing keeps knocking on the door.
Dat weres dramatic!
Talathel resumes his usual ready stance.
"Does anyone have suggestions for how to efficiently harm that faecal foe?"
"I advise avoiding it. We don't know what it is, or what will harm it, but it didn't seem very bothered by what attacks we did make..." Aurora rubs her face. "Either bunker down in here until it stops, or try to find another place to hide out at."
"On that note... Bedlam, stop standing near that door, else I vote we lock you out if it breaks loose and you're not in here."
Lolygert lowers his bow and stows the arrow, commenting to Bedlam, "Wow, she's fast."
He looks back towards the latrine, "I don't want to get trapped in a room when that poo-thingy gets loose. Let's check out dead-guy's home and move on..."
Bedlam looks once more at the Poo door, before rejoining his friends.
Be leading on den.
Anzath searches the twice dead ghast, holding her breath.
"Poo monster iz slow. Ve kan keep moving and stay ahead."
There's a small chest in the shadowed corners of the room.
"Accepted. We move on. Though I would assist in trapseeking on that chest first. We require resources."
Anzath works side by side with Talathel, feeling at ease in his presence, but eager to move quickly.
No traps. Inside the chest is 200 gold.
Bedlam pretends not to hear the Poo....
"Let us retrieve the gold and be gone from this room."
Tragershen will cast detect magic and detect poison on the chest and its contents to help make sure it isn't trapped with either.
Tragershen OK's the treasure as safe.
Talathel scoops it up.
Everyone scrambles out and to the south!
Bringing up the rearguard position, the dwarf studiously ignores the fading sounds of Poo....
As the party heads down the corridor, the dressed stone facings on the walls begin to crumble, revealing the rough-hewn bedrock beneath. The scent of rats is overpowering, and you see them scurrying around in the shadows. For a moment, all you hear is the distant whumping of the poo, the scurrying and chittering of the rats, and your own footsteps. Then, suddenly, a woman's scream cuts through the semi-silence. Ahead, you see a dull glimmer of light where the tunnel opens out into a larger room.
Anzath signals for the line to halt as she creeps ahead, hugging the wall, to take a look.
When Anzath signals for the stop then steps forward, Tragershen signals her.
Regardless of whether she sees or responds, Tragershen will cast extended see invisibility on himself.
Affirmitive.
Bedlam looks behind.
When Anzath is invisible and moving forward, Tragershen will use sign language to give the others updates on her movement until she is out of his sight.
Aurora joins Bedlam in keeping an eye on the group's rear.
Talathel holds position near the front, in case Anzath requires swift assistance.
Anzath sees an open cavern about one hundred in diameter. An underground river flows through the far end of the cave. On this side, though, is an elven or half-elven woman wearing tattered roguish leather armor. She is under attack from dire rats...
Twenty three dire rats! She keeps trying to outrun them, but they keep pace with her and nip at her ankles. She's heading towards an exit--collapsed rubble blocks the bottom of the tunnel, but there's space at the top.
Anzath stays where she is, and stays invisible. She motions for the others to come up to where she is to see what she sees.
“It must be trick. No one elze iz down here.”
Adelie signs to the others, Should we help? The elf, not the rats. Or do we watch and wait and avoid falling into a trap?
Talathel does not hesitate.
"They will come for us next. I strike.", he says, moments before he charges the nearest vermin.
Bedlam smiles.
Why not be leading dem into da Poo room?
Initiative
Talathel leaps into the cavern, killing a rat with effortless ease. The elven warrior can't resist the temptation to use a reach weapon against a numerous and flimsy foe.
About half of the dire rats turn on Talathel, while the others swarm over the barrier in pursuit of the rogue. Her screams echo through the cave.