Shozole Ribole |
"Yes! I am small! I can look! Yes!"
Posting from mobile, so I don't even remember is this guy has Climb, but that won't stop Shozole from adventuring for copper!
Everyone can recall numerous other times during the ill-fated trading trip that started with Shozole believing he can climb when he, in fact, is horribly inept at it.
Was it just Familiars that used Dex for some str-based skills, or was it all Tiny and Smaller creatures?
Emraeal Briskfury |
I think it's Tiny or smaller creatures. Stats for such creatures in the bestiaries seem to assume that if I recall.
Now that the chain is exposed, Emraeal tries to get a better grasp on what the mechanism could be.
KN (engineering-untrained): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
GM Tektite |
The ridge/tube is only large enough to hold the chain, so you can't really see what door it goes to. You can follow the ridge and see that it goes into the wall in the west corridor and the wall around the corner. Green line on map.
Emraeal ponders the chain for a bit and can only come to the conclusion that it operates something.
Emraeal Briskfury |
Emraeal votes for following the ridge back and forth either way to determine its source. If that's not possible, continue to the door to the left.
Shozole Ribole |
Shozole is not in a position to lose anything with any decision, so he agrees with the loudest person.
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Shozole Ribole |
As much as I'd love to take the suggestions of looking in the Hungry Man's cell, Shozole would not have really thought anything of it beyond the feeling of anger that the ghost-Baron did not turn his pockets inside-out for him.
GM Tektite |
Throwing his shoulder into the door, Boris easily knocks the door open. Looking inside, there can be little doubt what purpose this chamber once served. The dank room stores an ancient rack, a fanciful brazen bull, an iron maiden, a cauldron, iron chairs with sharp edges and cruel protuberances, and a wooden table upon which sit various implements of torture. A bronze plaque affixed to the western wall depicts a crowing rooster above crossed spears. Underneath the spear, a short phrase is inscribed.
GM Tektite |
As Boris steps into the room, he sees that the inscription under the spear reads, Confession Cleanses the Soul—Pain Clarifies the Mind. At that moment a raven appears in the room, perched on the iron maiden. “Greetings, fine citizens of our glorious empire! So good to have visitors, though I fear I have no refreshments to offer. I assume you are here for the treasure. Well, I’d be happy to assist, provided that you give me what I require! It has been so long since I was able to ply my trade. I require only that each of you shed your life’s blood in this room—simply take a seat in one of my lovely chairs.” The raven squawks.
Emraeal Briskfury |
For future placement purposes not sure if Garen will want to be up front with Boris. If so, Emraeal does not mind being in the second row with Shozole. If Garen wants to be in back, Emraeal can take his place in the front with Boris.
KN (something?-untrained): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
"Ho there!" the elf speaks up. " My name is Emraeal, this is Garen, Boris, and Shozole. Who might you be? Why is that you require blood? Is it in service to some deity? Or in service to yourself?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Emraeal Briskfury |
Squawk!
I thought a certain sylph and his pet bird were in here for a moment.
Emraeal looks around at his companions for assurance. "Well, if you are true to your word I think we might consider it. But how much blood do you need exactly? I have shed my blood many times, often for less noble causes. But if you are a friend and require but a little blood that is not too great a cost."
Shozole Ribole |
"No! That chair looks like it hurts!" Without waiting for a response, Shozole turns to Emraeal, the smartest person in the room. "How do birds talk? Never heard one talk before, no. Are they worth many coppers? Yes? Many coppers for talking birds?"
Emraeal Briskfury |
"Ravens are highly intelligent." Emraeal reassures Shozole, loud enough for the raven to hear. "I will not act without consensus."
Shozole Ribole |
"But you should! Treasure is good! Yes!"
Playtest note: I really wish I could have had worse Int; this feels too dumb for a not negative modifier character.
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Shozole Ribole |
"Yes! No spikes, but treasure! Yes!"
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GM Tektite |
Boris leads the way into the secreted hall, following it north, then west. After about sixty feet, the corridor turns south and continues another sixty feet before turning east. The floor drops away here as the corridor turns east, though a seven-inch-wide ledge continues along the south wall. The walls are very smooth, offering few handholds. The remainder of the passageway is filled with a five-foot-deep trough filled with foul-smelling, thick green sludge.
Shozole Ribole |
"No! Not treasure! Grossness! No!" Shozole, despite his eagerness to climb, finds an idea that is only slightly better. "Big Bear! Yes! You are strong! You should take big pot in the other room and make it a boat! Yes! Gross boat! Boat for Shozole! To get treasure! Yes!"
Shozole Ribole |
Yup. Seemed like the most boat-y and not hurt-y thing I could find in the description. Shozole will probably wants oars, but won't think about out until he gets halfway there. It's a "Give a Mouse a Cookie" kind of deal with him.
Throwing his shoulder into the door, Boris easily knocks the door open. Looking inside, there can be little doubt what purpose this chamber once served. The dank room stores an ancient rack, a fanciful brazen bull, an iron maiden, a cauldron, iron chairs with sharp edges and cruel protuberances, and a wooden table upon which sit various implements of torture. A bronze plaque affixed to the western wall depicts a crowing rooster above crossed spears. Underneath the spear, a short phrase is inscribed.
GM Tektite |
A 16 on Climb will not make it, not really that close either. If it is an Acro, yep, it'll make it, pretty easily.
How big is a cauldron?
Boris tries to scale the wall, but finds his claws can't dig in enough for purchase, and slides back down. I am going to assume you wisely tried the wall where there was no risk of falling in, for testing purposes.
Shozole Ribole |
Ah, any time I think of Cauldrons, I think of a Witches Brew, Cauldron of Flying-sized unit.
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Shozole Ribole |
Ha, even it's it's only sized for feeding 4, he'll try sit in it like a bulldog in a box that's too big for him, then realize his blunder.
Perception on Sludge: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21