"That is Lokmorr the Betrayer." Amira tells with a smug smile.
Bupkis cautions everyone, "Yellow dust on the rug — anyone knows what that is?"
He asks Amira, "What is the story of Lokmorr? He kept in cage here? How long time is that?"
"The story is depicted in that room we came through earlier and its title is 'Lokmorr the Betrayer'. I'm not sure how long ago it was, but the stories about Nargrym Steelhand are old - centuries old." Amira tells. "Lokmorr killed Nargrym out of envy and got punished by burying him with Nargrym."
Amira takes a look at what Bupkis points at. "Burn it. It's a yellow mold! Don't touch it!"
"Probably some sort of poison or mold spore. Does anyone have any way of clearing it?"
Listening to Amira, Daseem rather tentatively suggested, "Oil m-mebbe?"
"Does anyone have magical fire? The effects of dousing a rug in oil and then setting it on fire are rather unpleasant in a confined place like this." Amira comments.
"Bupkis has alchemist's fire," the goblin suggests. "Can try scraping off mold from distance."
Ivan steps up. I can call upon tha flames O' my ancestor's forges if we need magical fire. Well, I think I can. I've ne'er tried it as of yet.
Bupkis declares, "Me scrapes mold from rug, Ivan burns it!"
When everyone is ready, he floats his knife over to the rug, and starts scraping off the mold.
If bupkis is successful, Ivan will approach closer and point his hammer towards the mold. After several seconds, a gout of flame fans outwards from the top of his hammer.
The scraping off doesn't really work. But dousing the rug in flames does, the mold turns brown.
Unfurling the rug shows a bronze abacus with hematite beads (worth 600 gp), a large drinking horn engraved with entwining oak leaves and silver inlays (worth 135 gp), an ivory measuring rod with carved Dwarven numbers (worth 25 gp), an obsidian statuette of a female fire giant (worth 250 gp), a wooden box containing a set of eight bronze measuring weights (from 1/4 ounce up to 5 ounces) carved to resemble squatting goblins (worth 130 gp), and a sack holding 400 cp.
Daseem peered at the junk they'd uncovered, no doubt some it would fetch a princely sum but much to Tessa's chagrin Daseem had never been interested in artwork or gold if he was honest. Perhaps the statuette's could be used as improvised weapons in a pinch...
Poking around the room Daseem wondered if there was anything else here?
There is nothing else of value found in the grave.
Well, there is the steel hand that is at the wrong Dwarf's arm.
After a while Ingrahild and Umlo come down into the grave. They are appalled by the destruction that lets this grave and memorial look like a war zone. "What happened here?" Ingrahild asks in high pitched tone with eyes wide.
Bupkis tries to explain the best he can, "Somehow Lokmorr the Betrayer here in the tomb. Something escapes iron cage, so Lokmorr maybe kept there? Still don't understand if was undead or what. Slain now!" It all seems terribly confusing.
"We will clean that out and restore it to properly honor our ancestor." Ingrahild tells. She looks around the mess and considers what to start with.
Daseem comments, [b]"Difficult to s-slay whatever it was... Nasty mould t-on everything too..."/[b]
"Bupkis helps!", the little goblin declares, and starts to carefully tidy up the broken glass using telekinesis.
Daseem really wasn't sure what to do next, they hadn't really found anything significant, perhaps this was a busy. Glancing at the others he asked tentatively, "W-what should we do now?"
After helping Ingrahild and Umlo clean up the tomb, Bupkis searches around some more.
"Thought there supposed to be giant-slaying weapons here."
Amira takes the hint and starts checking what of the items found could be giant slaying material.
As that doesn't really work out she sits down and takes out a feather and a glass that she fills with wine. Then she again casts a spell to identify the magic.
"These 'boots of the winterlands' are for cold weather and help walking on snow. I hope we don't have to go to that climate." Amira shudders at the thought. "This armor, made of fignernails of giants, also has some magical properties. Besides protection, it either intimidates or enrages giants. It's disgusting."
"Last we have this spear. It is a giant bane longspear, that cruelly rips out flesh when pulling out after critically driving it in."
"The steelhand is magic too, but as no one is lacking a hand..."
Nargrym Steelhand took this spear from the dead hands of
the taiga giant warlord Neveraka, and used the weapon for
the rest of his giantslaying career.
Fitted with a menacingly cruel 2-foot-long barbed iron
head, this Large +1 giant-bane longspear can skewer an
opponent, lodging beneath the flesh and holding fast.
On a confirmed critical hit with the spear, Heartspit’s
wielder can attempt a combat maneuver check to
grapple the target as a free action. This grapple
attempt does not provoke an attack of opportunity
from the target if that creature is not threatening the
wielder. While grappling a creature with Heartspit,
the wielder can move or damage the target with
the spear only on the wielder’s turn. The wielder
is still considered grappled, though he does not
have to be adjacent to the target to continue
the grapple. If the wielder ends the grapple or
the target successfully breaks the grapple, the
target takes 4d6 points of slashing damage
as the spear’s barbed head is ripped free.
Giant’s Nail Scale Mail
Nargrym Steelhand crafted this scale mail coat from
fingernails pried from the hands of hill giants he had slain.
This thick coat of +2 scale mail is crafted from waxy
scales of varying sizes with a sickly, jaundiced color—the
grime-stained fingernails of dead hill giants. Any
creature of the giant subtype who comes
within 30 feet of giant’s nail scale mail
must succeed at a DC 16 Will save or
take a –4 penalty on attack rolls and
saving throws for 1d4 rounds. This ability
functions as a gaze effect. It is a mind-
affecting fear effect, but it does not stack
with other fear effects to create stronger
fear conditions. A giant who succeeds at the
saving throw is immune to this effect for 24
hours. If a giant rolls a natural 20 on its saving
throw, it becomes enraged by the sight of the
armor. The giant gains the effects of the rage
spell for 1d4 rounds and is compelled to attack
the armor’s wearer for the duration of this effect.
Bupkis says, "OK, we have giant-slaying weapons. Where we go now?"
"This armor, made of fignernails of giants, also has some magical properties. Besides protection, it either intimidates or enrages giants. It's disgusting."
"What?!" grunted Daseem in disbelief. He gave the armour a sidelong glance, that sounded more than a little unpleasant!
"B-burn it?" he ventured.
"With that settled, we can move on to Minderhall Valley to find this Storm Tyrant, that Grenseldek was so infatuated with, right?"
Bupkis checks with Ingrahild and Umlo, "Tomb good? We help if more needs doing." Goblins don't worry much about burial sites, but he can tell that it's important to dwarves.
Once he's sure the tomb is adequately restored, he declares, "Ready to go to Minderhall Valley."
"No, it's fine. It is our honor and duty to finish this work and restore order to our ancestor's grave. And to burn this traitor and all that were with him" Ingrahild tells. And Umlo nods.
Bupkis decides, that he'll help anyway until it is finished and stay for the following celebration. Umlo gut a bottle of dwarven ale he opens for the occasion and offers some for all who'd like.
After a good night's rest they say their goodby and part ways.
The way to Minderhal Valley is about 40 miles and it's no easy path as it runs right through the wooded mountains. On the second day of travel, it gets easier. You reach a river that runs in the same direction as your path of travel. An overgrown footpath runs alongside the stream, allowing for faster travel. In the afternoon you come upon a remote cottage.
In a small clearing a few hundred feet from the stream, a wisp of smoke trickles from the chimney of a two-story stone cottage. Its front door has been bashed inward, its splintered panels hanging crookedly from a single hinge. Several large chips mar the exterior stonework and a sizable hole has been torn in the thatched roof. Loud crashing noises come from within.
Bupkis is unsure about Umlo's dwarven ale. He tries a sip, and finds it bitter, but curiously refreshing after a hot day's work. In the morning he bids them goodbye and wishes them a safe journey.
He looks at the scenery and wildlife as they travel through the rugged terrain. When they spot a cottage on the second day, he advises his companions, "Bupkis sneaks and has a look."
He moves carefully and quietly towards the structure, wanting to remain hidden from whomever is making so much noise.
Daseem watches Bupkis sneak off, and waits patiently for his return. All the while Daseem daydreams of duelling Storm Tyrants for the greater glory of Gorum!
Aware that Bupkis was likely creeping towards danger, one part of Daseem's mind kept an ear out for any trouble.
Bupkis creeps closer, trying to determine if this is a simply a giant household, or if someone needs help.
Menrozzar, giant-slaying spear in hand, waits for Bupkis to report back, keeping an eye out for danger.
Daseem looked at Menrozzar and breathed, "There's a b-baby in there!" He drew his sword, growled "Gorrrum! and advanced towards the house with a determined look in his eye.
Bupkis retreats to rejoin his companions.
He tells them, "Some giant-speaking creature wrecking things in house. We should stop it!"
Bukis sneaks up and looks in one of the front windows.
earlier
Ivan nods, Any good dwarf would see to it that this place is given its due. I'd not leave it ruined an' in this state. He also helps to clear out and at least tidy up the tomb.
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present
Ivan Barrels through the remains of the door, helping, inadvertently, to keep attention off his sneaker teammate. small flashbacks of his own home coming to his mind as he does so. He takes any hit the creature may give, and returns it with his own.
Not by my beard ye overgrown duergar!
Ivan dashes into the room and smashes the large green creature's knee. With a roar the troll turns around, biting and clawing at the dwarf. But he only gets metal to eat.
Menrozzar rushes after Ivan and stabs with the giant-slaying spear, roaring as he transforms into a draconic-looking creature.
Bupkis follows the others through the door and tries to shoot the ugly green monster. "Not your house!"
Daseem squeezes past Menrozzar and with a Gorumite oath on his lips he rushes forwards to savagely attack the Giant!
The troll claws at Daseem as he rushes through, ripping into the flesh. He roars in pain, as the steel wepons dig into his flesh. Then he turns at Menrozzar to rip him apart.
Bupkis powers up and launches another bolt at the troll.
Daseem could feel the glory of it, they where trying to save a baby - no doubt its mother ravaged by this brute. His sword fell upon the giant with righteous anger!
After another barrage of blows the troll goes down. But you notice, that even though the creature should be dead, it is still healing.
Ivan grabs a torch from his pack and lights it. He turns to the others,
Ye might want ta' wait outside or hold ye breath.
He then slowly starts to cook the troll. After he is satisfied, he spits on the charred corpse.
With the troll down, as Ivan starts lighting it on fire, Menrozzar goes to search the house for the crying baby they'd heard.