“Nah … man’s eating a sausage. Bird, whatever. Anyway, you can’t kill someone while they’re eating a sausage. Besides, if we go in there,” Beldan points to the arch, “and kill everything inside, we might have some questions that need answering later, and this guy seems pretty chatty.”
"True warrior use every trick, kill his enemy. Kill him while he talk, eat sausage, easy. Dad tell me that.
"Wait, me hate dad. Hmm, maybe me think about this more.
"So, you make new leg for birdy? Or you want me kill him while him dis-tract-ed? Heh, Jane teach me that word. It good. Me love Jane. Me miss Jane."
<sniff>
What now, brave derring doers?
"I couldn't care less about houses in Sasserine. I want to know about this place." Altai gestures at the looming arch. "Talk a bit about the cult of Pazuzu too, willya?"
Fixes bayonet to Lucille
KILL, KILL, KILL WITHOUT MERCY!
"Well, there's some rooms down there on the bottom, and a spiraling staircase up to the main antechamber. Eromrivin brought some...spiders back from somewhere. I think he's dead. I think a lot of us are dead; I don't know if the priest is or not.
There's spiders in there now though. They f@%% your face. When you're asleep. Then you pop their babies and die.
We were headed out of there, man.
Things used to be good. We stole, we collected. We were honest magsmen one and all. Then Festus came.
Said we were the sons of Pazuzu, his Lord. Said Pazuzu could give us wings, if we served him well enough. Give us back our wings.....
Find good people. That's the kind Pazuzu likes. tempt them with their heart's desire, then turn them wicked.
So as thieves, we're pretty good at that, see? Scouting out the pure; leading them into temptation.
I got no time for religion no more. I don't want wings no more.
I just....wish things were back the way they were. Those were innocent times. I got no use for wings."
“Ewww, spiders …” Beldan looks disgusted, then thoughtful. “Maybe we can tie strips of cloth or something around our mouths so they can’t face f&!@ us? It’ll probably work better with normal mouths than freaky beak mouths like these bird guys have.”
"Can't hurt, though I imagine that the spiders only become a problem if you are helpless or paralysed. Of course, those are the symptoms of many spider venoms." Altai turns to Old Cooty. "Thank you. Gather up your buddies," he gestures vaguely the way the other kenku took off, "and get back to the city. Look me up at the temple of Kord, and I'll see what I can do for you."
"Them guys? Long gone. Long crawl there. Better get started."
Just then, fifteen gish attack. j/k.
Elgan looks thoughtful.
"Ah don' ken whar dese spahders cum frum. But dey don' soun' so bad. Not un'nateral ah means. But if'n dese been brought heah frum anudder place. Well, When yeh takes away a critters nateral enemies, dey gets dangerous wit'out deh udder critters tah keeps 'em in balance. Sose ah don' reckon ah gots no trouble steppin' on a few, jes ta keeps 'em frum gettin outta han'." The cajunelf says, his accent unusually thick for some reason,...
Oso covers his mouth with part of his blanket. "Good idea, Belda-, mmpphh, phhrmm, go?" When he takes the cloth away eventually.
"And this Pazuzu sounds like a good enemy to have. Not sure what magic I can add here and now." He starts checking wands and scrolls.
"I've three scrolls of lesser restoration which will help if someone suffers a poisoning. And one scroll of neutralise poison for a bad case. Otherwise try not to get poisoned, please."
"Let's just be ready for swarms of creepy-crawlies. While big spiders are scary and disgusting, I'm more worried about hordes and hordes of the little guys."
It's a leisurely climb down to the beach; and a short wade out under the arch to the outer arm....you're in knee deep water, and the sea lazily ebbs and laps at your legs. It's all wet feet to get over there.
The cave mouth is tall; nobody needs to crouch; perhaps an ogre would to enter. It's narrow, 5 feet wide give or take.
It stinks in there. Like a chickencoop full of wet hens. There's avian dander floating in the breeze as well, and clots of bird fuzz float about in the entrance.
The stink of fowl sublimates the fishy smell of the sea.
From what you see, it's pitch black about 5 feet into the mouth of the cave.
“Not much point trying to sneak in then,” shrugs Beldan, squinting into the cave. “We’ll need some light. Who wants to go first?”
I'll Do Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!
oops....wrong thread.....
"I'll go first. Or do anyone want to borrow these?" Altai gestures at his fancy new goggles.
Guess I'm waiting for takers; I'll go to the store and be back in 1/2 hour.
okay....mback.
It goes at least 60 feet; it's pretty much straight; maybe bends a leeeetle bit.
“If they let me see in the dark, I’ll wear them,” volunteers Beldan. “I can sneak in, poke around, sniff out any traps maybe … just come running if I yell, or if you hear something that sounds like me being ganked.”
Beldan sneaks down the corridor.....
Beldan:
The corridor goes from "a7 to a1; then hooks right at a sharp angle; Beldan's at a1. Everybody else starts about a7.
Initiative.....you all hear Beldan gasp and cry out.
Init
Beldan:
The creature claws and then lashes at Beldan with a wicked tongue.
Bel takes 30 from the wicked talons; and needs to save d.c. 19 or be paralyzed.
The party hears battle; ripping and desperate mouthings from Beldan!
Your go.....
Beldan's desperate cries are suddenly cut short. Sounds like he's been ganked.
Bel:
Heath:
Bel:
** spoiler omitted **
Heath:
Heath: ** spoiler omitted **
Bel:
"Boccob's beard! Gittik, Oso, go save his ass!" Altai throws a glowy rock down the corridor as far as he can to light their way.
The rock spacks against the wall, and plops down on Beldan, lieing in a heap; theres a fist-sized spider, a hastendeath, crawling on his left buttock. He's at a1 lieing there. at a1 on the right, there's a curve in the corridor. There's something in b1, something humanoid.
F+$~! That was f#+&ing scary!!!
anybody who moves to a1:
anybody who moves to a2:
anybody who mobes to a3:
anybody who mobes to a4:
anybody who mobes to a5:
anybody who mobes to a6:
anybody who mobes to a7:
Sounds like some dates I’ve been on.
Mothy;
Thinking about it, what the hell;.....I think it ought to be a move action.
(edit) oh, and as per the standard, Mothy, being paralyzed, gets a new save every round, or this could be a long time.
"Um, this might burn a little..." Altai wiggles his fingers, and suddenly a bolt of viscous greenish sludge zooms towards the spider on Beldan's backside.
Unsure of what to do, Pip hangs back and starts up an inspiring tune
"What has eight legs?
And lay tons of eggs?
Crawls on you like a rider?
What's ugly and mean?
With fanged poison green?
A spider, spider, SPIDER!"
Oso runs down the corridor to Beldan then he grabs the man by the foot and calls on Kelanen to send them back to the beginning.
"Don't worry I come for you."
"Worry, it is undead creature coming."
Woah.....that was a nailbiter......*goik*
"Um, this might burn a little..." Altai wiggles his fingers, and suddenly a bolt of viscous greenish sludge zooms towards the spider on Beldan's backside.
The bolt of a mystic pH slams into the arachnid, burning it alive; it smolders and is shot off of the hapless Beldan.
Unsure of what to do, Pip hangs back and starts up an inspiring tune
"What has eight legs?
And lay tons of eggs?
Crawls on you like a rider?
What's ugly and mean?
With fanged poison green?
A spider, spider, SPIDER!"
The cave echoes with a cheerful taunting ditty; the party is amped and ready to dance.
Oso runs down the corridor to Beldan then he grabs the man by the foot and calls on Kelanen to send them back to the beginning.
"Don't worry I come for you."
"Worry, it is undead creature coming."
Oso jolts into action, sprinting to just before the prone rogue, grabs him, and as the thing puts one devilsome handtalon on the curve in the wall, the cleric can see that it is a skeletal tengu, wrapped in a toga of it's own entrails and possessed of a long, probing tongue below it's empty eye sockets. It starts to lunge at him, (aoo) he teleports away; one talon swooshing where Oso's head just was.
GITTIK'S UP TO BAT!!!
Anybody seen Aubrey?
Oh; I'm on call until Monday; I'll possibly be in and out......plus tomorrow's Thanksgiving in the U.S.A. Not really planning much on this end, just on call.