Its "A" Dungeon (Inactive)

Game Master Terquem

Ballar sighs as his belly rumples. Starday. Starday's scurr'd fish an tapioca. Definit'ly. A second later he spots it. Like an art critic viewing a painting, the dwarf tilts his head and, speaking with his hands, points to a spot on the wall with an oddly shaped stone, Tha's tha spot. Definitely. Tis plainly tha apex o'tha masonry. Although it's bald'n a wee bit, tha arch comes ta view an...Ah, yes. There. See how tha spring'r meet at tha base?
Turning to see if anyone is paying attention, Ballar's expression freezes. A faint noise escapes his lips, Jacquelyn...

Day 6, afternoon (approximate time of day, 12:30 pm) (turn76, 4 of 6)
Suddenly an extraordinarily tall, almost human-like woman storms into the water-trap chamber, and sees all of you through the open doorway into the next chamber.

She is dressed in a patchwork dress, of black and gold materials, and pieces of yellow straw extend from the sleeves. Her dress is slit on both sides and as she moves you can see the dark color of richly stained wood that make up the parts of her legs. Her face is like that of a beautiful doll. Her hair is thick and wild, black and unruly and resembles a tangle of several rolls of yarn. She has smooth, delicate features, a pleasing nose, lips like a well made bow of red ribbon, and large eyes that seem to glow a deep bluish black.

She is tall, taller than a normal human woman. And although her body seems extraordinarily well shaped, her arms and legs are even longer than they should be for a body such as hers. That incredible body is full, curvaceous, and her chest is beyond ample.

The dress she wears is held closed by large silver buttons.

There are ten buttons, but she can only fascinate…

You! the tall wooden woman points at Jim, I know you, you were with that wizard and his bird. Is he hiding in there? Come out Jasper, come out right now. You owe me a thousand gold pieces. If you don’t pay me now, I’ll take it from your friends, and I’ll make them like it!

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 +2 vs enchantments
Jim looks at the woman-thing and sighs. "Hello again. The bird isn't here. Go away."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

I'm going to count to three, and if that bird doesn't come out, I'm coming in, one, two...

Oh my, umm, you'll have ta excuse'm my dear - vow o'celibacy ya know. Ballar grins like a kid in a candy store as his eyes soak in the splendidly carved figurine. His mouth dry, he tries to explain, But umm, he's quite right. Tha oth'r wizard, Berenwyr got word of ya winnings and prompt'ly left ta go settle. Perhaps ya pass'd each oth'r on tha way down? Still smiling, he points to the secret door behind him, I don't suppose ya know what's behind there, do ya?

Ballar's Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Ballar's Will Save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

So far diplomacy is not going to get you out of this battle, does anyone else want to try?

Billy looks at the amazing...figure, his jaws dropping and his eyes a clearly ogling stare. Realizing his poor form, the suave straightens himself and coughs to clear his throat and buy himself some time to compose a thought. He opens his mouth...and realizes he doesn't have anything to say. So he shuts it, and stands there looking like a fool.

Surely an amicable resolution can be achieved here without resorting to violence. You seem to be constructed for far more pleasurable endeavours than petty debt collection. Can they not come to some sort of other agreement or accommodation? Perhaps an exchange of services?

Besides, I can assure you they do not currently possess enough wealth to pay the debt, indicating Jim, Teirest and Ballar. If you agree to postpone the collection of said debt, I'm sure they will be happy to pay it in full in the future. Interest included of course.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Realizing his words are not likely to sway the formidable construct, Keryth hastily adds. And I just want to point out that I wasn't even here earlier. Nor friends with this bird you speak of... surely you can't hold me responsible for some random avian's dereliction in debt repayment?

will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Teirist stares a hole in the ground, pretending the woman-thing isn't here. Upon hearing Keryth's promise for him to pay a debt he glances up and at Keryth. He clears his throat.

He says softly, "Do not presume to spend my coin, wizard." his eyes then drop back to the ground, or to the dagger than just appears in his hand which he uses to clean his fingernails.

Keryth calmly looks at Teirest, ignoring any implied threat that may be intended, before speaking to him in elven...

Billy listens to the conversations, and realizes there is some back story the party is withholding from him. Seeing the new wizard joining in speaking gibberish like he's involved and not wanting to feel left out, the ranger turns to the dwarf and speaks in nacho-man's native tongue as well...

And, there seems to be something WILL savey going on.

WILL: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

An Evil Wizard heitir Boloran búið þessa stúlku. Við hittum hana fyrr í mál 6. síðu 69. Berenwyr sannfærður hana að fara topside að finna eitthvað til að skemmta sér með. Hann sendi fugla Jasper sinn til að sýna veginn. Virðast bird Ráðgjafinn fékk í spilinu með henni og missti mikið af peningum. Berenwyr yfirgaf til að setjast skuldir, en það lítur út eins og hann annaðhvort aldrei gert það eða fastur okkur frumvarpinu.

Intuition: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Feeling as though his heart may break, the dwarf mutters, Ave gotta bad feel'n 'bout this.

Day 6, afternoon (approximate time of day, 12:30 pm) (turn
76, 4 of 6)

The tall shapely construct appears to pout, which only makes her look more desirable. She then folds her arms, her very long arms, under her chest, and extends her left leg out of the slit in her dress, stamping her foot just a little and then taps her toes on the floor lightly as the stranger tries to explain the situation to her. After he finishes, she seems still, for a moment, then unexpectedly she smiles at him, unfolds her arms, and says

Alright then, you seem sort of cute, not as cute as that little hairy fellow standing in the corner, but cute, in your own way. And you are almost as smart as the Book of It’Dupree, he’s a friend of mine. So, it’s a deal. But, wait!

She puts her fists on her hips, and puffs out her chest.

I want security. Ten percent, up front, now. She holds out one long delicate hand toward the group.

Keryth completely ignores the construct's flattery aimed at himself and raises an eyebrow when it professes its attraction to the cheese stained Ballar. Shaking his head he thinks to himself, There is one for everyone indeed.

At its demand for deposit, Keryth calmly replies, My dear, you already agreed to the deal as stated. This additional demand is tantamount to extortion. At the very least it is a counter proposal. One made under the strain of duress I might add. And as such, one that I am disinclined to accede to. We do not even know for sure that the debt you are here claiming to be owed is valid. We would demand proof of said debt before any payment would be forthcoming. Now we have offered in good faith to make good on the repayment, should it be proven that you are indeed owed this sum, we will settle up then and not before.

And as the others have reported, Berenwyr has departed for the sole purpose of settling the debt with you. What assurances do we have that he has not already paid you? Or that if he does so after we have paid, that you will return our coin to us?

Flattered, Ballar grins childishly while trying to straighten his beard and free it of nacho crumbs. Then, doing his best Juane Martinez de Marcilla he smoothly whispers to the beautiful doll from across the room, Flechazo.

Teirist leans against the wall, not willing to look at the woman-thing. He continues examining his fingernails.

Jacquelyn stops tapping her foot. Her head tips to the side and her mouth opens slightly and she looks at Keryth as a dog looks at a sound it doesn't understand.

She blinks once, then twice, and then makes a click with her tongue against her teeth, and says

Okay, I guess that makes sense. Gee I wish the book was here, he knows all about these negotiations and stuff. Well, alright. I'll take you at your word. When you come up to the town again, come by Kitty Laverne's Boom Boom Club. I'll be applying for a job there and I think she'll hire me. Good luck heroes.

This encounter is over, and the challenge was successfully overcome by Keryth's diplomacy. I'll post an xp award in the discussion thread. Moving along now, what will you do next?

Ballar whistles as Jacqueline exits the room. He quietly repeats the construct's request, Kitty Laverne's Boom Boom Club... and leans against the spot where the secret door is.

Keryth is mildly surprised that his fast talking actually succeeds in placating the construct. Hmmmmm he quietly murmurs as he contemplates the next encounter with the odd construct while tapping his chin thoughtfully.

Looking to Ballar he adds sarcastically, I would have had you pegged for a stone golem man myself...

"Now that's just racist."

Not to mention, just ewww... Teirist says.

Keryth glances at Jim, cupping and hand around his ear. What is that Mr Kettle?

Back to Teirist, And lusting after a wooden construct is ok?!

"Gotta admit she was curvy and soft in most of the right places, stone is just...hard. I mean, I am not judging if you are into the hard stone golems..just sayin." Teirist says.

Sarcasm is lost on you I take it? And got to admit?! Curvy and soft?! Is that why you were averting your eyes? For fear of succumbing to unnatural lust? I am not the one blowing kisses or waxing poetic about an animated bunch of sticks.

On the brightside, the world wouldn't have to worry about you procreating that way... and spreading your progeny further. Nodding in agreement with himself he adds, Yes, I think that is best. Carry on with your perversions.

Wow, thread explosion. Doesn't happen to me often :)

Billy watches the entire encounter come and go, and quietly repeats after the dwarf's repetition of the construct's request. "Kitty Laverne's Boom Boom Club..."

The ranger of suaveness shakes his head to clear the idle thoughts as he ponders. "So, what were we doing before all...that? Something about searching the walls?" He resumes searching the walls as he waits to see what the rest of the party members have in mind.

Ballar turns to Jim and comments, He's plainly not familiar with Boloran's work.

Day 6, afternoon (approximate time of day, 12:30 pm) (turn76, 4 of 6)

After Jacqulyn has departed, and a few simple words are exchanged between the new friends, Ballar can’t seem to recall what the focus was only a moment ago, and casually leans back against the wall. The handle of his reserve stein, worn on his belt, triggers a latch disguised as a stone and the wall slides away from him.

The dwarf’s expression changes, his usually calm and curious smile, is replaced by a resolute pout as he thinks Oh, drat, not again… and he falls onto his back into the small opening beyond the door…

Anyone want to roll for “What lies beyond the door?”

Day 6, afternoon (approximate time of day, 12:30 pm) (turn76, 4 of 6)

Ballar falls on his back, but with the reflexes of a cat, well, maybe a big, tubby, slow, and somewhat overfed cat anyway, he rolls onto his front, stretches out his head, looks left and then right.
Ballar has discovered a passageway, going north and south. It is twenty feet wide, and goes thirty feet in each direction.

Bloody Hell!
Ummmm, oi you lot! Found someth'n...

"Ballar, did you just fall through the wall?"

"Nice, Ballar! That is some fine dwarvy skill!"

Standing up, Ballar tries to look professional, Right, well not quite exact'ly. I mean obviously aft'r find'n tha door, I knew tha tha key ta open'n doors like this is quite easy, so'long as ya know yar masonry. Tis rath'r simple really...
Switching gears, the dwarf takes out his trusty bag of nachos and steps to the side to let the real professionals take it from here. Umm, nachos anyone?

"Ballar, I think you should see an alchemist about your... nacho... hobby." Jim suggests before motioning to Teirist, "After you."

Keryth declines the offer with a polite wave of his hand as he follows the others through the doorway.

"Thanks!" Without thinking, the ranger grabs a handful and starts in on one.

What was the FORT save again?

Last I checked, the flavor was zesty purring maggot cheese - a dwarven delicacy. No save necessary.

Ballar slides up next to Billy and enjoys a few nachos for a job well done.

I think you have to roll like a 15 to pass it. Basically you just hurt yourself...I mean your dice needs to be something like 15, plus your fort save bonus

Teirist walks through the door and then points at each way in turn and under his breath you might hear him saying "
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Catch a tiger by the toe.
If he hollers, let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. "

He then turns and says, "Let's go that way!" And points in the exact opposite way he last pointed.

1=North: 1d2 ⇒ 1

"Elf science; I don't pretend to understand."

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Hehehe! Tha wisdom offit! Ballar rubs the zesty maggot cheese powder from his hands and crumples up the bag. A'can smell tha treasure from 'ere!
Wrinkling his nose the dwarf frowns, 'Course tha maybe tha nachos...

Day 6, afternoon (approximate time of day, 12:40 pm) (turn 77, 5 of 6)

Taking a moment to update all of their maps and various notes, the group eventually files into the passageway and watches as Teirist determines which way they are going.

You can see that the passageway goes thirty feet to the north, but then what can be found remains a mystery…

Would you like to spend all of turn 77 taking a quick break, and then I will roll a WME check, or do you want to go to the discussion thread and roll on the periodic check to see what is to the north?

Break, it's bad mojo to miss the mandatory rest period.

Seconding the break, although I think Ballar's nacho supply has run out...

Break indeed.

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Break! Pass the nachos.

Why are there orange smears all over the map...

Waiting in the passageway, the group checks gear, enjoys a drink or two, and begins to wonder just how many nachos a dwarf can carry

WME?: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Everything seems quiet

Day 6, afternoon (approximate time of day, 12:50 pm) (turn 78, 6 of 6)

Tierist stands up and dusts himself off and then heads down the hallway, "South we go!" but then heads north.

"South it is!" Billy stands and follows the card carrying member of many things, clapping and leaving a slight trail of nacho crumbs as he does.

"Sounds great." Jim responds, watching Teirist head off. "Wait, but isn't that...?" he looks around, shrugs, and follows. "'South' we go."

Keryth follows the outers in silence. A mild headache beginning to form.