"But they don't crawl underneath the door."
"Neither do we!"
"Alright, let's wait for a minute and check it again.
With that many webs, surely there should be some casualties, leaving us less spiders to clean up."
"The torch goes in first, and any oil if any gots some. I close the door and we lets it burn for a minute or two. If anything comes out from under the door, use the alchemist's fire. Of if we open the door and find a problem, use the alchemist's fire."
You send a burning torch flying inside the room.
Soon, some tiny spiders get under the door.
Then more spiders.
Then even more...
Spiders, spiders everywhere!
"Walter, ready that flask!"
Mary taps Walter for guidance, and takes distance from the door.
Aralu orders her minions to stomp the spiders once they stop being on fire.
"Ohh nononononono..." Walter pass the flask in his hands to Katara and moves away from the door, already drawing another flask, "Try not to miss, girl!"
Katara growled waiting for enough spiders to be in a big enough area so she could use the alchemist fire in her hands.
Zurka waits patiently for the swarm to form, though his magic was of little use against it.
"Fall back! Everyone, fall back!" Meurasod slowly backtracked a few steps away from the door as the spiders began to pour out.
The spiders pour indeed...the writhing mass seems to sense your presence, and hunt you.
Katara threw the fire at the swarm hoping it worked effectively before backing up yet again and hearing about the oil would dig into her bag to retrieve it.
Katara sends the alchemic fire right in the massive bulk of spiders, and some of them burn, but not all.
Aralu rummages in her pack, curses from time to time and finally draws a torch.
Walter throws the vial of alchemical fire and watches as a couple spiders burn... far less than he had anticipated.
Some spiders die, but not enough to disperse the swarm...
So they attack, covering thoses who are closest to the door
Cringing at the biting she would uncork the oil and pours it out where she is at before stepping out of the swarm swatting off the bugs. "Catch that damn oil on fire."
The swarm is now fully formed, but diminished by the fire, nearly halved.
Meurasold starts to retreat, while Aralu takes a torch in her backpack.
Mary and Zurka waits, perhaps not sure about what to do next...
Mary touches Katara for a guidance.
Zurka steps back and takes out a torch preparing to light it next round.
Katara would pull out another flask of oil to see if it would be needed as she swatted more spiders backing away.
Mary heals some of Katara's wounds
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Walter steps back while drawing another vial, his last flask of alchemist's fire, and readies himself to throw it as soon as Meurasod leaves the area. "If you don't want to be covered in spiders AND fire, I suggest you to move, Meurasod!"
"Oooohh that stings!" Meurasod falls back towards Walter trying to keep himself interposed between the tiefling and the swarm of spiders, swatting himself as he goes. "Get em off me! Get em off!"
Between the last flames of the first vial of alchemical fire, and the new fiery explosion, the swarm of spiders is cooked and blasted.
Of course, a few spiders, here and there, scutter on the floor, but they no longer pose a threat to the group
Walter is caught by surprise when Meurasod runs towards him for help and soon after the lobs his vial above the dwarf, he moves forward to help him get rid of the reminiscent spiders. "Hum... not that I'm complaining... but next time should be a nice idea to ask the ladies for help... when I need someone touching me a lot, I always try the ladies first..."
"Well..." Walter scratches his goatee, "... it could have gone better but it also could have gone faaar worse."
Walter then moves inside the room once filled with spiders, looking for anything worthy. Just to make sure, he scanned the place for magic items and auras.
Ugh...he sounds too much like that guy from the camp.
"And you are then 'unlucky' enough they refuse your advances?"
Ugh...he sounds too much like that guy from the camp.
"And you are then 'unlucky' enough they refuse your advances?"
"Not at all!" Walter laughs, "In my opinion, you are only considered 'unlucky' when you have a good chance of succeeding and for some reason you fail... my chances were never good from the beginning! When they don't refuse I'll consider myself lucky!" he laughs once more.
"You might not have thought about it but if our lives are some sort of a game, being ugly as the wrong side of a mule is like playing it on the 'hard mode'..."
Zurka watches the banter between the witch and the newcomer in front of him silently, a small smile upon his face. It did not take her long to forget Baldrek...as it should be. Time is fleeting here and pleasure must be taken when you can.
Now that the spiders are gone, you can get a good look at the room.
Besides too much webs to bother counting, there is nothing of interest, except a secret door to the east, toward Gorloth's "throne room", that Katara and Walter quickly find
"Seems as if that was a waste of time." Zurka comments. "Still no sign of those we are hunting either." He points out the door in the east wall of the corridor. "Perhaps that leads to some answers."
]"A pity that there are no valuables.
But you are right Zurka, let's try the other door."
Mary casts guidance on everyone.