Erin draws her rapier .[occ]will move to G7[/occ] and attack Damage
"More sinspawn! Who knew Sandpoint was literally crawling with such evils? No longer! Rrrraaaaaagh!"
Garrokmal sees the raised platform, the cells below and the sinspawn standing by the railing and makes a snap decision. He rushes toward the sinspawn to his right and slams into it with his whole body behind his shield. He tries to keep his momentum, hoping it will push the monster either over the railing or down the stairs.
Hieronymous follows the mighty half-orc into battle, swinging his mace at the sinspawn on the left.
"It seems Angradd favors me this day!" he exclaims, with a mix of surprise and satisfaction as his mace strikes home.
Garrok barrels into the room almost immediately and attempts to shove one of the vile creatures off the platform. The wrathspawn jumps out of the way at the last second and the half-orc vents his rage.
Hieronymous follows close behind and smashes his mace into the outstretched claws of the other wrathspawn, it yanks back the injured hand with a hiss while Erin moves forward and makes a quick shallow poke with her rapier in its pasty leg.
Katarina whispers some dark sorcery under her breath while entrancing one of the Wrathspawn with her movements.
Enchanted by the magic, its eyes droop and it falls forward on to Garrok's shield.
The injured Wrathspawn lashes back at Hieronymous while favoring its injured claw.
The wrathspawn rakes a hand full of talons across one side of Hieronymous' neck then cringes as it tries to use its injured hand. In anger it lunges in to bite at his arm but is stopped short by Hieronymous' protective chainmail.
That's one crowded landing... Without much room to maneuver and knowing his throat can't support much more bard song without rest, Zafzalurg instead utters a few arcane words and summons a vicious, dog-sized rat that materializes behind the wrathspawn. The rat immediately attacks the fleshy creature before him.
Garrokmal's eyes go wide for a moment as a giant rat appears from nowhere at the gnome's command. More than just song and dance, that one.
With a sleeping wrathspawn at his feet, he buries his longsword deep into its chest. Hopefully that does it for him.
Hieronymous grinds his teeth in pain, "Errgh, foul beast, is that all you've got?"
He swings his mace one more time.
A giant rat appears and tries to bite one of the wrathspawn before it while Garrok puts his longsword through ones chest and Hieronymous pounds the other down with his mace. Both of the creatures lie on the ground twitching in their death throes.
You stand in what looks like is an ancient prison.
Erin will tumble to E8 as a move action .Acrobatics
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"Impressive moves, miss! If that thing were alive it would surely be feeling that. Save your energy - I get the feeling we'll be needing it still..."
Garrokmal looks over the prison room as he runs the flat of his longsword along the monster's lifeless arm, causing a rivulet of black blood to run through the wooden slats. "I wonder where exactly we are below the town..." Pulling out his compass, he tries to get his bearings.
"Well, might as well make sure there are no poor souls chained up below. Someone take a look at those two, as well - they may be carrying something of value."
With that, Garrok walks down the western set of stairs, makes a circuit of the cells, looking for people or valuables and returns up the eastern stair.
"What do you say - continue east?"
Garrok makes a round of the room inspecting the cells and looking for anything of interest but comes up dry in his efforts. There seem to be many skeletons and you notice that the wood and the metal in this room seem to be remarkably well preserved for how old it would have to be.
After everyone gives the room and the bodies of the wrathspawn a good looking over, you decide to head east once more.
You come to a small square room:
This room contains several ancient relics of what appear to be torture implements, although their function and style seem strange and archaic.
In one corner sits a spherical cage with spikes protruding inward from its iron bars. In another stands what appears to be a star-shaped wooden frame, its surface studded with hooks. And in the center of the room is a long table covered with leather straps and a number of cranks that seem designed to rotate and swivel. Each of the devices cause a chill to run down your spine accentuated by the spots of blood that have soaked into the wood and iron of the contraptions over the long centuries. Thankfully, the have long ago decayed into useless bits of wood and metal. A door to the south stands open while a door to the East is shut.
To the south another room joins the torture chamber in what appears to have once been a study. A few crumbling chairs and a collapsed table lie amidst the scattered remains of countless books and scrolls with bits of spiky writing in a strange language. Further south stand three stone doors, each bearing a strange symbol with a seven pointed star.
Hieronymous looks around the torture chamber and then in at the study, "Hmmm, what kind of a person reads books next to a torture chamber?"
He looks at the spiky writing on the remains of the paper in the study and then looks at the seven pointed stars and tries to think about anything he may have seen like them.
The language appears to be Abyssal, you've seen it in texts somewhere before.
The symbol is the same as was on the statue earlier, it seems to be a symbol of the Runelords.
While searching through the texts, you come across a scroll that's preserved, it radiates magical energy.
Hieronymous waves his hand over the scroll and mumbles vaguely, almost as if he has no idea what he is uttering.
"I don't like the look of these doors... Miss Erin, what do you think, could they be trapped?"
Garrokmal then listens closely for any sounds the might be coming from behind the three doors.
Hieronymous mutters, "Hmmm, can't tell what this scroll is, but it radiates magic, looks like some sort of evocation, we'll probably want to hang on to it, maybe sell it or whatever. Someone remind me I have this when we get back to town!"
He carefully puts the scroll away in a relatively safe place within his cloak and then moves to stand near Garrokmal, mace at the ready.
Erin moves up to the first door and listens Yes Sir I'll have a look Mr Garrokmal. She will check the first door then moving to the next .Perception then disable device
Seeing Hieronymous examining the scroll, Katarina snatches it from his hand with a wink as he attempts to put it in his pouch. "Let me have a look at that, I think I might know what it is!"
She unrolls it and smiles,"I've seen this spell before, it's a Flaming Sphere spell!" Then frowns, "But I can't cast it, the elements don't speak to me like they do you."
Erin spends several minutes closely examining the door, running her fingers along the frame and the cracks and crevices in it. Then she checks the second door and finds no traps.
Hieronymous looks with a little apprehension at the scroll, "Flaming Sphere eh? That doesn't sound like something I'd have a lot of luck with, but I suppose I could give it a shot if we ever need it."
Erin steps from each of the three door after opening each in turn . There clear
Behind each of the small doors you find a small room. Inside each is a humanoid skeleton. On the first you notice a normal human sized skeleton, but the arms of the bones are very thin and fragile, almost like a birds. On the second skeleton you see that the head has grown to enormous deformed size. The third skeleton had a large rib cage that extended all the way down to the pelvis, with stunted bowlegs below it.
There's nothing else in the rooms but some bits of ancient straw and a clay plate.
"Do you think those are Sinspawn gone wrong? I was going to suggest that if we were going to camp down here as this room is pretty defensible, but those skeletons..." the gnome doesn't finish his sentence, instead he shudders visibly.
"In truth, I'd like to be out of this room as soon as possible. So, do we go east or return to the statue room and pick a new path?"
"Whatever they were, they're not going to be bothering us now. Yes, let's continue on."
Garrokmal heads back to the previous room and opens the eastern door.
As they leave the study, Hieronymous carefully closes the doors to the small rooms with the skeletons in them, partly because of Zaf's unease, but also because it makes him feel better.
You open the door to find a set of stairs carved into the rock leading up. The stairs lead up for thirty feet before opening out into a room with a vaulted ceiling that reaches twenty feet overhead. The floor of the room is strewn with many pits carved into the stone, each of them sealed off by a flimsy wooden grate over the top. From within these pits come moans and soft low groans.
The rooms only occupant is a twisted misshapen goblin, seeming to whisper something to one of the nearby pits then stands up as you reach the top of the stairs. The first thing you notice about it, is an extra arm, then the smoldering longsword that it holds. In the other two are held a dagger and a hand axe. It sneers and screams as you enter.
"What fresh hell is this!? Look out - it's a, um- a... Kill it!"
Garrokmal regains his composure as his training kicks in - he smoothly steps forward and to the side to give Hieronymous a clear view of the mutant, then lunges with his longsword.
Still feeling exhausted from that fight with Tsuto... I hope we find what we're looking for soon. He braces his shield, ready for an attack, but unsure which arm will make it...
Garrok advances into the room and swings at the monstrosity, missing narrowly. A quick glance into the nearby pit reveals a twenty foot drop and a zombie clawing at the walls.
There must be some serious inbreeding in this place. Then erin will tumble in to area C8 acrobatics And back stab
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Erin somersaults forward, attempting to get behind the hideous goblin, but it threatens with the smoking longsword and pulls her up short. With a deft evasion she's still able to sneak in a stab into the creatures ribs, producing a gasp of pain as the blade slides out.
Katarina moves up the stairs and into the room, then takes a turn for the Northern corner. As she goes, she hums a soft tune under her breath. She finishes the hex and waits for the sinister looking goblin to fall asleep, but the magic of her hex slips around it without taking hold.
The goblin screams, "You not s'pse to be here! Korvus make you bloody chunks of meat!" then coughs up stream of green bile that he sprays forward toward Erin and arcs into the tunnel toward Hieronymous. He then cackles and takes a step back.
Erin Reflex
Hieronymous recoils as the mutant spits in his general direction.
He reels and holds his hand to his mouth, overwhelmed by stench.
Hearing the hiss of acid, Zafzalurg cautiously steps up to the edge of the hallway to see the newest threat.
"What twisted madness is this..." he whispers, then begins to summon another extra-large rat, suspecting that the group will want to occupy that third arm with something other than their own bodies.
Hieronymous tries to act but the nausea overpowers him, all he is able to manage is a stumble.
Garrokmal winces as he sees his companions covered in bile... He maneuvers around the doors in the floor and approaches Korvus. He had been thinking about trying to scare the mutant, but seeing his friends reeling with sickness, he decides to try to do away with the beast right away.
"Puke on my friends, huh? I have to smell them, you know! RARGH!" He attacks the thing with vigor.
Garrok manages to maneuver behind the beast and cut a nasty chunk out its wiry leg. Korvus screams in pain then spins to face the half-orc.
Erin moves cautiously around behind the goblin while Garrok keeps it busy, then lunges forward with her rapier extended.
One of Koruvus' extra arms bats the attack away as he continues to face the larger Half-orc opponent.
Katarina, miffed that her hex failed, scowls at the deformed little goblin with a look you know would kill if it could.
Still angry at the stab from Garrok, the goblin lashes at him with all his many hands, an onslaught of goblin fury.
Koruvus spends all his fury against Garroks shield, battering at it like a crazed animal but isn't able to reach the soft flesh behind it.
Erin steps back then lunges at the goblins lower spine DIE ! Rapier Damage [dice] 2d6 [dice/]
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The conjuring of a dire rat completed, willed into existence behind the goblin, Zafzalurg then steps up to confront the grotesque creature. The sickle becomes a visceral extension of his people's hatred of this deformed embodiment of their ancient enemy, and the gnome swings without mercy.
Zafzalurg
Dire Rat
Hieronymous shakes himself, dislodging some of the goblin's flem. He looks at the flimsy wooden covers over the holes doubtfully, and not seeing any safe way to approach the enemy he decides to try something he hadn't tried for years, stomping his feet and yelling in a booming voice, "Spit on me? You little cur, I'll rip all those scrabbly little arms off and you'll have none!"
Garrokmal glances briefly at his comrades... Quite the fighting force they've turned into! No time to relent now!
With the thief opposite him, he takes advantage of the mutant's surrounded state and attacks.
Erin steps back then lunges at the goblin with her rapier
Zaf finishes his spell and a furry friend appears behind Koruvus. With a thrust, the gnome relieves his enemy of a slice of ear, while the rat barrels in to sink its teeth into his leg.
Hieronymous' voice booms through the caverns beneath Sandpoint and the mutant goblin visibly shrinks back away from him and doubt spreads across its hideous face like a mask.
Erin lunges with her rapier and a line of blood appears across the goblin's chest.
Katarina produces a laughter than sends chills down your spine.
Koruvus strikes out wildly trying to drive you back.
"Nasty Rat! Koruvus make you into paste." The rat dies in a spray of blood and the goblin continues its bladed frenzy.
The axe whizzes by Erin's head but misses.
Caught up in killing the rat and the blood that's washing down the walls, the dagger comes no where near hitting Zaf.
Why want this thing die!! Erin plunges her rapier at the things eye . Damage