Once more Karrak channels healing energy.
"Kabirri brings the dead gnolls back as shousuva. I don't know what role the living altar plays. Is it a guardian for something else?" Karrak investigates the remains of the stone creature, and then communes with Torag in prayer in an attempt to learn more about it.
Kn. Religion?
Karrak prays for further healing on Lockjaw.
Dorn-Dergar is holding a charge from consecrated ability (+3d6/2 to undead, will save allowed)
HP=35/35
Channel Energy 1/6 remaining
Deflection Aura 0/1
Touch of Good 4?/6
Level 0 (5/day):
Read Magic
Create Water
Light
Guidance (touch: +1 competence 1 roll)
Detect Magic
Level 1 (4/day + 1 domain):
Prot. from Evil (Domain slot) (touch: 1 min/level, +2 deflection AC, +2 resistance saves; extra bonus against compulsion and evil summoned creatures)
[strikethrough]Know the Enemy[/strikethrough]
Sanctuary
Remove Sickness
Magic Weapon
Level 2 (3/day + domain):
Barkskin(Domain slot) (touch. +2 natural armor. 10 min/level)
[strikethrough]Spiritual Weapon [/strikethrough]
[strikethrough]Summon Monster II [strikethrough] (for CMW)
Remove Paralysis
Surmount Affliction
Level 3 (1/day + domain)
Magic Circle vs. Evil (Domain)
Remove Disease
What remains of the creature are only piles of soft black rock with an unsavory cool and oily feel.
Karrak explains what he has learned to the party. "I think that was some kind of foul elemental. I don't have to tell you to be on guard, but Kabriri's weapons are disease and filth."
Retrieving his dropped crossbow and the fired bolt (if possible), Karrak prepares to explore through the door to the left of the former altar.
Karrak finds his arrow and moves to check the other door. It opens to what appears to be a guard chamber. It is slightly musty, but does not smell of death. There is a door on the opposite wall.
Chitleen is intrigued by the soft and oily rock, smoothing some between his fingers - smelling the dust and even tasting it...
Craft (Alchemy):
Knowledge (Dungeoneering):
Knowledge (Nature):
...trying to unlock any secrets it might hold...
The cleric pauses to listen at the door before opening it.
Perception with guidance
The healing burst wash away the effects of altar and ghoul as Tararr is able to move without retching once again.
"Elemental? Damn. Nah kind a elemental I've seen."
The paladin looks to the others as they begin to move about, then watches as Chitleen sucks on the remains of the creature.
"On your guard, boys, might be a wee beastie out there. Who wants to lead?" Karrak loads his crossbow (magical bolt) and waits for the others to be ready.
The door is a bit stuck and requires a shove or two to open it up. The next room looks to have been an armory and is littered with broken racks and toppled stands. In addition to the broken weapons that carpet the floor, it appears that the room has been used as a midden as well and there are scattered bones and rubbish added to the mix. You spot a rat or two gnawing on some old trash. It all looks rather old though and the smell is only faintly musty and moldering.
In addition to a door on the east wall, there are narrow stairs leading upward and judging from the loopholes, you are likely inside the battlements below the tower.
Tararr takes up the lead 10' in front of the first man. Using his keen senses to guide them, Tararr moves in slowly. "What you fellas want to do?" he as in a hushed tone.
Chitleen secretes a few handfuls of the rock within his satchel, for later investigation in depth... before being relegated to following the stealth of dwarves onwards. In answer to Tararr's question, he sniffs before suggesting they follow the stench onwards...
Tararr nods and moves in the direction indicated by Chitleen's astute sniffer.
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Chitleen secretes a few handfuls of the rock within his satchel,
Chitleen detects a melange of smells though not the overpowering stench of death: there is mold and corroding metal, vermin and rot. And something strange akin to wet fur from the direction of the stairs. Tararr moves in through the trash toward the stairs.
Chitleen does not speak in detail of any nuance of scent discovered, but does herd Tararr towards the stairs.
Lockjaw follows behind Tararr, doing his best to sneak in stone armor.
Lockjaw and Karrak follow behind, not doing a particularly great job at moving stealthily. This is not helped when both suddenly feel a piercing pain as a crudely formed caltrop hidden in the garbage suddenly pierces their feet.
"Ow!" Karrak stifles a cry of pain.
Perception
HP 34/35
Fort save
Tararr looks about for what the other dwarves are complaining about. "You boys okay?"
"Walkin' trap."
Lockjaw checks the bottom of his boot.
"Ruined mah boot."
If nothing interrupts, Karrak takes a few moments to treat his and Lockjaw's injuries in a mundane manner.
Heal Lockjaw with Guidance and ToG (DC 15)
Heal self with Guidance and ToG
"Can't walk fast, have to use magic on myself."
"Watch out for those spikes."
Dorn-Dergar is holding a charge from consecrated ability (+3d6/2 to undead, will save allowed)
HP=34/35
Channel Energy 1/6 remaining
Deflection Aura 0/1
Touch of Good 2?/6
Level 0 (5/day):
Read Magic
Create Water
Light
Guidance (touch: +1 competence 1 roll)
Detect Magic
Level 1 (4/day + 1 domain):
Prot. from Evil (Domain slot) (touch: 1 min/level, +2 deflection AC, +2 resistance saves; extra bonus against compulsion and evil summoned creatures)
[strikethrough]Know the Enemy[/strikethrough]
[strikethrough]Sanctuary[/strikethrough]
Remove Sickness
Magic Weapon
Level 2 (3/day + domain):
Barkskin(Domain slot) (touch. +2 natural armor. 10 min/level)
[strikethrough]Spiritual Weapon [/strikethrough]
[strikethrough]Summon Monster II [strikethrough] (for CMW)
Remove Paralysis
Surmount Affliction
Level 3 (1/day + domain)
Magic Circle vs. Evil (Domain)
Remove Disease
magical (+1) bolts: 19
Perception:
Chitleen points a lithe finger towards the refuse pile "A dog-thing lurks..."
Knowledge (Dungeoneering):
Fort Immune Disease
Karrak doesn't seem to register the canid thing in the garbage and bends to attend Lockjaw's wounds. Chitleen however, recognizes the dog-like gremlin with a visible shudder. It is a pugwampi, a foul gremlin that resembles a bipedal asthma hound chihuahua. The bizarre creatures are surrounded by an aura of misfortune and as with many fey, have a slight resistance to spells and weapons not made of cold iron. They worship gnolls much to the hyena-men's disgust.
The strange little creature gives a squeal when it realizes that it has been spotted.
Chitleen
Karrak
Lockjaw
Tararr
pugs
Surprise:
Chitleen hisses both in disgust at the pugwampi, and also with concern that it might stir a nest of opposition to come. Wary also of caltrops in the area, he does not foolishly charge forward - instead spending his advantage taking bow from his shoulder and readying an arrow.
As Karrak bends to look at Lockjaw's foot, he spies the strange creature. Not recognizing it, he aims but does not fire.
The creature leaps up the stairs and is joined immediately by a big rat easily twice the creature's size which totals maybe two feet long. The sick puppy does a strange little dance and casts a spell. Suddenly pale gray tendrils erupt from the garbage all around you wrapping around our ankles and legs with their mildewy grasp. Spores are released with the violent motion and the air is filled with clouds of the choking dust.
Reflex: Reflex:
Fort: Fort:
Resisting the virulence of the spores, Chitleen is instead stuck fast by the garbage vines. Taking aim with his shortbow, Chitleen mutters a prayer before loosing an arrow...
Bowshot:
...though the wrapping vines foul his aim.
reflex
reflex
fort
fort
With some effort, Karrak struggles through the tendrils to come next to Tarrar, and blesses the berserker with a Touch of Good.
Sickended and wrapped up, Tararr again finds no outlet for his impotent rage.
Round 1
HP = 53/59
AC/T/FF = 21/10/21
SR = 10
Weapon Equipped = +1 Adamantine Warhammer
Speed = 20'
Lay on Hands/day = 2/5 (2d6)
Channel/day = 1/2 (3d6)
Divine Bond/day (5 minutes) = 1/1 (Weapon +1)
Smite Evil/day = 1/2 (+2 hit, +5 damage, +2 deflection AC)
Status Effects = None
Entangled by the pugwampi's spell, Lockjaw attempts to break free.
Remaining entangled, he tries again.
Caught in the tendrils and overcome by nausea, Karrak struggles to move. Unable to advance, he lays a hand on Chitleen invoking Torag's blessing.
"Lockjaw, they got an aura?"
The hideous creature chortles as the adventurers are totally ensnared in the web of mycelium that erupts from the trash heaps. The pug leaps upon his rat ride which bounds up the stairs as another half dozen of the creatures run down bearing tiny bows. They dip the arrows into suspicious tiny pouches and take aim.
Round 1:
Frustrated and half-straining against his bindings, Chitleen notes the arrival of the fresh pugwampis... and so orderly grouped also. A hand slips the mycelium tomb a moment and goes to his satchel...
Alkahest: or
Round 2
HP = 53/59
AC/T/FF = 21/10/21
SR = 10
Weapon Equipped = +1 Adamantine Warhammer
Speed = 20'
Lay on Hands/day = 2/5 (2d6)
Channel/day = 1/2 (3d6)
Divine Bond/day (5 minutes) = 1/1 (Weapon +1)
Smite Evil/day = 1/2 (+2 hit, +5 damage, +2 deflection AC)
Status Effects = None
"Tha got a death wish!"
Round 1:
Frustrated and half-straining against his bindings, Chitleen notes the arrival of the fresh pugwampis... and so orderly grouped also. A hand slips the mycelium tomb a moment and goes to his satchel...
Alkahest: 1d20+7-4+2 or 1d20+7-4+2
Don't forget I gave you +2.
Figuring the elf has the best weapon against the little creeps, Karrak expends his final Touch of Good to bless Chitleen once again, before struggling against the tendrils...
...but finds no more strength than a child.
Used to tossing his lunch after excessive alcohol consumption,Tararr fights through the illness and breaks free. Roaring in indignant rage these little flees will feel his wrath.
Tararr snorts the spore out his nose and breaks free, lunging at the tiny gremlins. Lockjaw continues struggling against the resilient fungus, but cannot escape. He is certain these creatures are fiends, but detect no evil .
Chitleen hurls a bomb that manages to land amidst the arrayed fey laying waste to the gremlins. Three go down and two more are seriously wounded though the druid seems fine. Karrak grants Chitleen a blessing to bolster his efforts, but cannot manage to break out either.
The pugwampis scatter away from the enraged dwarf firing their bows at him. One arrow hits. The druid casts a spell and Tararr's weapon becomes red hot.
The arrow hits and falls to the ground unable to penetrate the warrior's thick skin. But, even as he smiles he feels his beloved urgrosh blaze in his hands. Fury grips the berserk dwarf as he rips a stone the size of a halfling from the ground and hurls it at the druid.
Round 3:
Unwilling to spend another of his vials of alkahest, Chitleen stands and exchanges vial for bow - readying a shot to send at the druid should it attempt to call upon divine art again...
Round 3
HP = 53/59
AC/T/FF = 21/10/21
SR = 10
Weapon Equipped = +1 Adamantine Warhammer
Speed = 20'
Lay on Hands/day = 2/5 (2d6)
Channel/day = 1/2 (3d6)
Divine Bond/day (5 minutes) = 1/1 (Weapon +1)
Smite Evil/day = 1/2 (+2 hit, +5 damage, +2 deflection AC)
Status Effects = None
With a surge of strength the smelly paladin breaks free and moves up the slope while drawing his hammer.
"Come 'ere you!"
Tararr drops his burning urgrosh and stoops to lift a boulder from the trash. He hurls it at the rat mounted druid at the top of the stairs, but the heavy object flies low and smashes against the wall below the druid. Lockjaw tears free of the grabbing tendrils and wades forward through the trash toward the base of the stairs. Chitleen nocks an arrow waiting for the gremlin leader to try another spell.
With the feeling of nausea past, Karrak prays for strength and strains to break free.
Karrak continues to struggle against the rampant mold, but at least the spores have settled and no longer affect the adventurers. The pug on ratback begins casting another spell, but loses it when Chitleen's arrow grazes the gremlin. Giving a snarl, the creature spurs its rat up to the next floor and sends another wave of archers down to hold the stairs. About 10 more of the foul creatures pack the upper stairs and send flights of arrows at the nearest dwarves. Only two arrows manage to hit Tararr singeing him as they burst into flame.