Mort stands there, awkwardly moving his rolling pin from hand to hand.
Derlan looks around at the group "Guessin' we do, ye said something about a tribute? What is the tribute and the cost?"
"Go there, in dark caverns and cleanss them. Just pests there. You do and you get ssafe passage and my wordss of what I ssaw."
Mort seems to jump slightly at the words. "What sort of pests?"
"Pests, pests, well they are small, with bad smell and built evil traps! Very nasty. You strong. You can rip apart one in midair. Yes, Yess, we small and weaks."
Derlan looks at the caverns they are indicating. He steps in 2 steps and allows his natural vision to take over looking for heat patterns to follow.
"I dun see anything but that dun mean nothing, sounds like your talking about Kobolds or something similar."
Eriethiel nods her agreement, ready to continue.
"Then it is done! I am Sif, and my word is my bond! If you manage to slay them all, I will also offer you some items we have found."
The woman leads you through a small crowded chamber,this cramped cave is filled with metal junk covering almost every inch of ground. The precarious pile rises up in a heaplike hut to the northwest.
t to a tunnel complex. These narrow tunnels and nondescript caves have little headroom, with ceilings reaching a height of only 5 feet, forcing most Medium creatures to stoop slightly in order to navigate them.
Eriethiel nods to Mort and Derlan. "After you..."
Mort sighs and nods to the elf. He shoulders his new flail and takes point.
You enter a new little cave. Please all make a perception check. From now on..... roll twice and take the lower result! For all D20 rolls!
You see a little being standing just ahead of you. And the piece of sharp jagged metal he throws at you, but misses!
"Um, guys? There's a little person there. And he's not happy!"
Eriethiel gasps and gets ready to defend herself.
The little ugly thing moves a step aside and launches a bolt from.... a "ballista"?
Eriethiel calls out to the thing.
Dinali you know this is a Jinkin gremlin and beasts of that sort never give up. They have DR 3/ cold iron. Everyone in their area has bad luck.
Mort sighs and seeing Dinali firing, he steps up and swings! for damage!
Eriethiel attempts to bring the creature down as well.
Mort, with a mighty swing manages to kill one. Suddenly another pops around the corner, just to be dissolved by an acid dart to the face by Eriethiel.
You manage to kill two.. some seem to remain, you can hear their high pitched voices.
Derlan moves up with Mort, patting him on the back
"Well dun me boy, we got's em on the run now."
Derlan moves a head hammer ready to crush some skulls.
One indeed comes charging into you. Your attack more than manages to kill him before he drops dead. He was trying to ram a ragged piece of metal in you. Following the caves onward you find crude traps, that are easely dispatched by Ibarra until you find 2 more in a bigger cave.
Cave 2
Cave 3
Several different passageways converge on a narrow ledge overlooking a rubble-filled cavern. The far wall is made of a smooth, dark gray metal. A single circular door, tightly closed, sits on the metal wall just above the upper level of the rubble.
Using another ballista the lone ugly enemy shoots at dinali
Mort sighs deeply as he sees yet another dog-man. He steps up and swings!
for damage!
for damage!
No, just move and attack. Mort's still too cautious.
My fault. It´s the parties turn. Did the ini half asleep. First jinkin, party, second jinkin.
Mort misses by a relativly small margin.
Eriethiel casts a spell, trying to disable the creatures enough to let the others take care of them.
Derlan attacks the closest gremlin to him shouting "By the Forge Fathers will I will drive ye beasts from this cave!" Swinging his hammer down wards with 2 hands.
The beast slides away from Derlan's hammer as he connects solidly with the stone.
The one at mort withdraws to throw darts.
Unfortunately for the jinkin, the barbarian connects quite solidly and kills it. The other moves back to use a trap to hammer the barbarian with a huge spike comming down from above . But Mort has a lucky moment and the spike just.. barely misses him. Then dinali´s spell washes over him and but he reists.
The bigger one is still standing but moves out slowly from the grease, the smaller falls prone.
Looking at the ledge and the unstable ground the big one disappears in a puff of smoke and reappears on the ledge.
Party is up Dinali misses.
Derlan gives the beast a stern look. "Ye get down here ye darned beast, magickin' away like that isn't fair."
He pulls out his cross bow from his back loading a bolt and firing at the gremlin.
The bolt goes wild, Derlan looks down at the cross bow then back up grumbling "To much grease laying around"
For the next week I will be at Gen-Con and/or decompressing after Gen-Con. If you're there, I'll be around the Sagamore Ballroom running PFS all through the Con. Feel free to look me up! However I will probably not be accessing the boards much so feel free to NPC me if needed!
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Botting Mort.
Mort swings his flail hoping to smash the evil beasty.
Enraged he berserks.
Feeling the sting the Beasty tries to tumble away from Mort trying to land safely in the grease.
But morts aoe misses
it falls prone
Derlan will slowly make is way over to the beast picking his hammer back up as he does.
"Ohh lil' beastie ye shouldn't have dun what ye did, answer us why ye attacked us."
Eriethiel waits for the creature to respond...