Garrath and Brandark takes each of the left and right ramps, ready to strike. They are then strangely uplifted by their new comrades words.
- Elektra will position herself at a point to see the action, both left and right, and be ready for when the Uglies move.
The Uglies attack. Garrath strikes down dead the one to the right. Brandark gets his axe into one to the left, even as he sees a third with a Ranseur in hand follow.
Elektra will send forth a spray of Acid on the one on Brandark.
The orb of Acid hits true.
The remaining Uglies gang up on Brandark.
The injured one tries to bite the Dwarf, while the other thrust with his polearm.
Again Brandark becomes Sickened by sinful wrathful thoughts that plague his mind.
With the extra inspiration from Calene, Kelvin will put an arrow in the Ugly that bit Brandark. It falls.
Shalelu will move to the Northern most point of the platform as she watches Kelvin put an arrow in one and falls. She takes Deadly Aim at the one with the Ranseur.
She sticks the Ugly.
Round Two
If the last ugly has not gone down, Kelvin takes a shot at it.
Ow, you fuglies have a lot to learn about trying to chew on a Dwarf.
With that, Brandark shifts off the steps and attempts to hack down the Ugly with the Ranseur.
Calene's focus shifts towards Brandark. She rushes down the stairs, hands flickering through a series of short prayers as she casts a spell. At the bottom, she extends her hands towards the dwarf, and lets the healing energy wash over him.
"Is there a proper way to chew on a dwarf?"
No Calene, that is why things that know dwarves, have learned not to try and chew on us. Too tough and stringy apparently. However, my thanks to you and your god for the healing.
Moving closer and stabbing down Elektra tries to aid Brandark.
Garrath ducks under the wooden walkway that connects 10' above and rushes to help Brandark. "Dwarves are not for eating!
Calene rushes forward to provide healing to Brandark. Garrath capably negotiates a dead Ugly's body and supports for the ramp to attack the Ugly with a Ranseur.
The Ugly sees the Barbarian approaching an opportunistically takes an attack with the Ranseur.
But the Barbarian was just too quick, dodging the attack. Garrath then manages to slice into the Ugly, dropping it.
Victory!
Debris, bones and cracked skull litter the Prison. Most of the cells that line the walls contain skeletons.
Kicking the Ranseur out of the uglies hand, Brandark then lops it head off.
These things seem awful bitey, and it makes me sick.
"Those things just like you, don't they Brandark" says Kelvin, chiding the dwarf, "but they can not seem to bite past your tough hide!"
Kelvin helps search the room, while the condition wears off Brandark, then he climbs back up on the platform and stealthily heads down the corridor to investigate the next area, with everyone else trailing.
Grinning at Kelvins comment, Brandark quips I could always let them by to chew on you
"I doubt they will be chewing on much any more," Calene chimes in, prodding one with her rapier.
Calene wanders over to a pile of bone, and takes a knee to get a better look. "Old or new?" she mumbles to herself.
Calene notices that the bones are humanoid. They are quite dry and brittle. They have been dead a long time, but Calene is uncertain how long. The curiosity is that the wooden platform, walkway and ramps should have crumbled from decay if they too are as old as these bones.
When Kelvin moves up the hallway, he sees a room that contains several ancient relics of what appear to be torture implements, although their function and style seem strange and archaic. In one corner sits a spherical cage with spikes protruding inward from its iron bars. In another stands what appears to be a star-shaped wooden frame, its surface studded with hooks. And in the center of the room is a long table covered with leather straps and a number of cranks that seem designed to rotate and swivel.
There is a door to the South and East.
Looking at the torturing chamber Elektra just sighs.How much pain must have been inflicted here. Gripping her ranseur tighter she moves to the middle of the room casting a spell of reveal magic auras.
Elektra will find a very faint magic aura on everything. The best you can discern is that it is some kind of preservation magic.
"Nothing really of interest here, let us move on!"
"Hey there is something in this cell" Kelvin mentions to Brandark. "Watch my back while I unlock the door and check it out" He searches for traps, then picks the lock, and if the "red glint" is not alive he will pick it up and show Brandark and the others.
southern
eastern
"I'll check out the southern door first, then the eastern door." as he listens at each door and searches or traps on each door.
Kelvin does not find a trap on the cell door. The lock was difficult considering the archaic design and extreme age, but Kelvin was able to pick it and open the door. A skeleton lies curled up on the floor, what clothing falls to dust once disturbed. The glint of red appears to have been possibly woven into the hem of its garment. But became exposed as the clothes deteriorated with age. Whatever magic protected the wooden platform, clearly was not on the clothing. When Kelvin reaches down to pick it up, it falls with the dust of the clothing on to the floor. It is a brilliantly cut gemstone.
When Brandark sees it, he will note that it is too bright for a Garnet. It looks like a Ruby. It appears to be nearly three Carats in size.
Kelvin hears nothing and he believes there is not a trap on the Southern Door. Also, there is not a trap on the Eastern door as well. But he hears a very faint moaning sound coming from the Eastern door.
Well, I'll be a son of an orc. That is a nice find Kelvin
Brandark comments as he follows Kelvin into the other room.
Garrath lays a hand on Elektra's shoulder gently, and looks at her white knuckled grip on her ranseur. "If you grip that any tighter, you'll splinter the haft." He winks at her, hoping to lighten her mood.
After listening at the two doors, Kelvin tells the group "quiet beyond the southern door, but there is moaning coming from beyond the eastern door. Neither of them are trapped."
Kelvin hangs back a moment to see which door the group decides to go thru first.
"Moaning? Perhaps Brandark should go first," Calene says, her face perfectly neutral. "Might be that Shayliss followed us down here and laid a trap of her own."
"The only way to find out the reason is to open the door. Are you ready?" If she gets the go she will open the door with a cantrip
Shaking his head, I hope not, whoever she ends up marrying will have a handful to deal with.
Well, lets get this over with After ensuring everyone is ready,
Brandark pulls his shield off his back, and then opens the door to the east.
You see a long staircase descending to the East. It appears to open up into a much larger room. You hear multiple muffled moaning and shuffling sounds. And another movement that is not muffled.
As the party descends down the stairs, they see that the ceiling of this strangely cold chamber arches to a vaulted height of twenty feet. The floor contains eleven wooden lids strewn haphazardly over eleven five-foot-wide pits in the ground. From the darkness within these pits echo up strange shuffling sounds and, every so often, a low moan.
A hideously deformed Goblin with three arms and hands, a weapon in each, rounds the corner at the bottom of the stairs. He appears like he is about to vomit, but instead spews a line of the most foul putrid spittle that one could possibly imagine. The first three in line will be affected, Brandark, Garrath and Calene.
Brandark and Garrath was able to duck most of the foul spittle, only to have Calene take the hideous brunt.
Shalelu will hold her action until she can at least reach the top of the stairs.
Grimacing slightly at the acidic spit that dribbled over his arm from the front of his shield.
Well something fell out of the ugly tree
Brandark rushes down behind his shield and attempts to push the goblin into the room.
If the creature is not dead by the time his turn to act comes around, Kelvin will waste another arrow by missing the creature as he shoots his longbow.
Garrath bellows out his challenge into the face of the mutated goblin and rushes forward, swinging his Falchion.
Calene opens her mouth to utter a word of power, only to have it filled with a noxious, foul substance. The only sound she manages to produce is a light choking noise. She moves back around the corner to recuperate from her traumatic experience.
The Mutant Goblin's Longsword erupts in flames, as he swings at the Dwarf.
Shalelu moves closer to get a more point blank shot. She takes Deadly Aim at the Mutant Goblin.
Shalelu manages to hit the grotesque Goblin with an arrow.
Round Two
Spouting off in Goblin the crazed Goblin erupts in a flurry of blades against the pushy Dwarf.
But the Dwarf's armor and shield, plus the crazed way of the little creature failed to land even one blow.
Garrath watches in amazement at the flurry of three arms flinging around all that metal, and then just chops down at the goblin.
Shut up you overgrown son of an orc!! I still have a headache
Brandark shift 5' south to get out of the line of fire of the rest of the group, and then attempts to hammer the goblin into the dirt.
Calene stumbles back down the stairwell, casting a spell as she descends. After stepping down a few stairs, she halts and extends her left hand, the back side of her hand facing out towards the mutant goblin.
"Drop. Your. Weapons," she calls in a divine command.