Oops, forgot the potential critical, there:
Should it apply, have rolled twice again.
Tariq casts Guidance on Tydus.
"The blessings of Sarenrae be upon you."
Reza moves into the room and hops up on the central table.
Durandel moves up behind Lyriah, and draws a dagger in preparation for throwing it.
Lyriah moves into the room beside Novid, on his right, and speaks her prepared enchantment.
Tydus rushes in, surprisingly quickly for a dwarf, and slashes at a pugwampi. His blade connects, but the otherworldly nature of the gremlin's hide means it only does half as much damage as such a swing normally would.
Lyriah moves into the room beside Novid, on his right, and speaks her prepared enchantment.
Tydus rushes in, surprisingly quickly for a dwarf, and slashes at a pugwampi. His blade connects, but the otherworldly nature of the gremlin's hide means it only does half as much damage as such a swing normally would.
Lyriah moves into the room beside Novid, on his right, and speaks her prepared enchantment.
Lyriah stands where she is and tries to hit the Pugwampi on the left with an arrow.
After Lyriah's failed shot, Novid sees the difficulty of attempting ranged attacks. Instead of firing, he begins telling a tale of how a few brave heroes were able to fight off a horde of vampire spawn, which bolsters the resolve of the party.
The pugwampi all turn their bows towards the paladin standing atop the table.
Tydus strikes quickly, and the pugwampi falls before it can release a shot.
Reza remains on guard just in case another one of the pugwampis emerges from some shadowed alcove in the room.
"That the last of 'em?" he grates out.
"Nope. Never mind," Reza says, seeing the other ones around him. He swats at the one on his right with a sword.
Reza's scimitar slices down and fells a second gremlin.
The remaining pugwampi shoots at the paladin, but the dart cannot pierce the warrior's scale mail.
OOC: If I'm on an attack of opportunity:
[i]If I'm not on an attack of opportunity, nevermind!
Reza quickly whirls and slashes at the last foe, and manages to fell the last gremlin.
"Any other ones?" Reza asks, huffing and puffing from the exertion and the heat.
No further pugwampi appear, in spite of the recent echoing sounds of combat.
“Is everyone alright?” Lyriah asks, looking directly at her brother with concern.
“I don’t get that same feeling that I got when the Pugwampi were around, but let’s check the dining hall.” Lyriah suggests, then casts a Detect Magic spell again, to keep up as the party visits each room.
Reza nods to Lyriah when she asks if they're alright, and then follows the group towards the dining hall, sword still at the ready.
Begin Search and Aquisition.
Tydus is able to find a large number of tracks. It is apparent that the pugwampis regularly used the kitchen, but in addition they regularly traversed the hall with the statue, the nave towards the dome, and even went into the room with the baboons.
The pugwampi have nothing of value beyond their tiny weapons, and the kitchen seems empty of treasure, though the oven is functional and there are a few pieces of kitchenware which may be salvageable.
The dining hall contains broken tables and chairs, and large patches of the roof have collapsed.
The room which the baboons occupied has five beds with empty metal lockers at the foot of each. There is a red and orange mosaic on the north wall, representative of a flame or sunburst. The room is covered with filth and animal hair.
Nothing valuable is found in any of these areas.
The southern room contains 10 bunks in various states of disrepair.
Two stout wooden doors are in the east and west walls.
“Perhaps someone should check the door in the southern bunk room, before we check the double doors or the corridor.” Lyriah suggests after poking her head in the southern bunk room.
Reza nods.
"Certainly."
He makes ready to go and check the Southern bunk room next, once the group is ready to follow to the next segment of the monastery.
There appear to be no occupants of the bunk room. The western door obviously leads to the dining room, but the east door leads to unexplored territory. The ceiling in this room is mostly intact, so this may make a decent resting place with minor repairs.
There appears to be nothing of value in the bunk room. Other closed doors loom ominously.
“We should check behind the east door,before we check the rest of this place, but this might be a good place as a base of operations.” Lyriah said.
Durandel hears nothing beyond the door, but he sees the wood is dark and grimy, and he detects a dank, musty odour. The door is also somewhat swollen.
Lyriah scrutinizes the door, then pauses in thought as she tries to remember her alchemical and botanical classes and the possible dangers of moulds and and what the dangers the door’s odour could reveal.
“The warped door and musty, dank odour is unusual for this climate. I think we should be cautious here.” Lyriah said pensively.
Reza nods.
"Agreed," he says. "Wonder what's causing it..." He moves to the door, ready to enter, his sword and shield in position.
The group ready themselves as Reza tries the door.
It is stuck, and will require much more effort if he wishes to open it.
Reza puts his shoulder into it.
With a great deal of effort, Reza is able to shove the door open. It was blocked by a profusion of fungal growth, mainly mold.
The mold covers the floor beyond the door, and covers the steps of a descending staircase in the north half of the area beyond.
The southern half is the remnants of a ruined tower. The wooden floors, stairs, and roof have collapsed long ago, and now lie in a jumble at the bottom of 40-foot-high walls.
"Lovely place," Reza mutters under his breath, sweeping away a few cobwebs with his scimitar.
He covers his mouth and nose with his tunic, seeing the mold disturbed.
"Anybody see any more of the locals?"
Lyriah kneels down near the entrance, cairfully attempting not to breath in any spores while she examines the mold and tries to determine what variant of mold this may be and if it will have harmful affects on our group.
“The mold is growing in an unusual pattern. It almost looks like a wave coming from the stairs to the door. I’m not sure what that signifies, if anything. Should we head down, or secure this level first?” Lyriah says as she stands.