Mottied's Rappan Athuk

Game Master Mottied

"Well that was... unpleasant... The tales of this place are no exaggeration. I feel that we should perhaps pick our battles more carefully. We can't fight everything, and if there are options, maybe we should consider them.

The tall Shoanti fingers the hole in his robes... and back.

Malazzesh looks around. "Want to rest here? Maybe we make home base here with good tall ceilings."

"Whilst I enjoyed the flash of flames you produced, your choice of abode leaves a lot to be desired." Harnet says darkly, his nose twitching at the stench of the dead bugs. "We can perhaps choose somewhere a little more welcoming. Though I see no reason why we shouldn't rest a moment to regain our strength. See Morthak, he's left his life waters and flesh on the hard ground and splashed over the dead worms there. If any more of you want the chance to feel the arcane's power over life, let me use its power to heal on you. And you too Morthak, once you've finished your exploration of the carnage." He takes his wand and touches Morthak. "Form an orderly queue!" he chuckles.

Once he has satisfied his companions appeals for his magic, he starts to move around the room, looking for any magic that requires his attention. Once he has completed this and understood the auras, he says "Let's find a comfortable place to rest, not this forsaken chamber."

Casts detect magic as many times as required to search the area, including the bugs.

Is Morthak the only one who needs wand healing?

Harnet doesn't sense any magic in the immediate area.

Morthak searches up and down but anything hidden has already been found.

Would everyone like to sleep in this room and if so is anybody going to keep watch?

"If we are planning on calling it a night, I would prefer to leave this complex. We can spend the night in Zelkor's Ferry where at least there are walls and relative safety. Anything could come upon us here in this place, and we have found no room that can be easily secured."

If we found a room that could only be accessed by secret doors then I would be inclined to use that as a campsite. Barring that a room with only one door that is easily barred would be okay. But we haven't found anything so far that can be easily secured, and we aren't that far from town.

Meanwhile going back to town allows us to sell off our stuff and see what there is to buy. We have a significant amount of loot already.

Is Morthak the only one who needs wand healing?

IIRC Erigga and Red Feather are both down 2 points, but if we are leaving or making camp they can probably suck it up.

It looks like we have two votes for Zelkor's ferry/Not this dungeon and one for the parasite room. I will leave up the vote until later today.

"I guess now is as good of a time as any to find out how quickly things move into area's that we've cleared. I'm OK with going back to town".

Erigga shrugs. "We are not in any hurry are we? Going back to town sounds a good plan."

The once bright day is now met with the glistening sun and the sound of leaves rustling as the wind picks up.

The forest is dreadfully silent with the occasional swaying tree but luckily you crossed without incident.

The long trek back is met with a full-moon. Nothing is seen tonight not even the occasional deer scavenging for food. What an odd night some of you think while walking along the river.

Everybody has made it safe back to Zelkor's ferry. The guards while surprised are happy that everybody came back in one piece.

It's the dead of night now and most are asleep with the only light radiating from the guard post and the inn.

Entering the inn is met with only Amelia washing dishes."I'll be right out." she exclaims.

A warm smile erupts upon seeing everybody in one piece."You all must be so tired." She leads everybody back into the same rooms.

Everybody is woken up by Amelia knocking on the wooden doors."Breakfast is ready." Ysbel and Amelia starts serving everybody and by the looks of it nobody new came in today.

It's bright and early and there is enough time to sell/buy anything you would need and still leave at a reasonable time. If that's what everyone would like to do that is.

Everybody is back to full health and Red Feather is cured of his Con drain

Morthak will (preferably accompanied by the others) head around town to sell off the various goods they have acquired, starting with Rasmus Pye's Trading Post.

The spreadsheet lists the total value as 2385 but the chainmail, longsword, and shortbow would normally be sold for 1/2 value. So I am assuming that we actually have 2287.5 gp.

See discussion thread for stuff about shopping.

Igneous heads out with Morthak and grins at the gold acquired, "More ta' come!"

Igneous heads out with Morthak and grins at the gold acquired, "More ta' come!"

"No doubt... it is our destiny." Morthak nods.

Morthak stops for a moment, and slaps himself on the forehead.

"We should have skinned the worms! Those skins might have been worth something."

"You really will do anything for gold Morthak, those worms were ... disgusting." says Harnet not hiding his disdain at even the thought of skinning the worms.

Want to get a rod of extend and a few scrolls to put in the spellbook, that's my current shopping list.. but first a ring of sustenance. I'll look to get the spell Rope Trick to make a safe place to sleep in the dungeon ..

Ramsus has these spells available for trade. 1st—charm person, sleep, unseen servant 0—detect magic, mage hand, open/close. Other then that any scrolls would either need a order through the keel boats or you have to find them yourself. Keelboats take 1 week for a full trip.

"You really will do anything for gold Morthak... "

Morthak chuckles.

"It's not the gold, Harnet. But our quest is important; whatever we can do to further that, we should do."

Despite Morthak's assurances, Harnets face wrinkles up as a shiver goes down his hunched back. "Well, next time, you can do it whilest I keep watch from a distance."

He takes in the trip around the town with his companions, letting his eyes take a special interest in the magic shop, with scrolls and other items for sale. "Pray tell me, how much would your scroll of sleep be, it might be of interest? And if I could but copy from it?, I'm sure I can help you with another of mine." Harnet knows that the spell is one he could use, from a parchment, but it was not one he remembered well in his head. Strange how that happens. If he could copy the spell onto one of his scrolls, now it would be interesting.

" Ahhhh sleep quite useful that spell is." Ramsus reaches under his deck and procures an especially large and messy tome.

"One of my favorites" Some pages loosen as he slowly flips the pages. "If you manage to have a scroll for a trade I would be happy to let you copy." Ramsus says to you with a smile.

I'll move things along now.

Everybody makes it back to the mouth of doom with only the occasional deer lurking about.

It's a brand new day and you barely scratched the surface of the dungeon. What would everyone like to do?

"Shall we return to the Mouth of Doom and pick up where we left off?"

Erigga shrugs. "I do not see a reason not to..."

Once more, she readies her shield.

"We can try those other chambers we didn't enter.." says Harnet smiling. "It will help with completing the map I'm drawing." he says as he pulls out the work on the map so far, with the chambers visited showing and the doors behind which are the mysteries of the deep.

one vote for exploring the current floor.

What does everyone else want to do?

Nobody has any preference on which direction to go inside the dungeon?

Morthak would prefer to check the rooms we've already been through. On the way to the snake room there is a door that we passed - perhaps we can start there.

Revisiting the snake you can see that it has been tampered with. There are chunks of flesh missing and it has been moved around pretty carelessly. The room with the parasites have not been touched since yesterday.

Backtracking to the room nearby you see that there are ten crudely-built wooden beds in the room, each with a wooden footlocker underneath. All of the footlockers are empty, with the exception of a candle stub, a mouse skeleton, a needle and thread, and a bent copper piece.

Full size map has been updated.

Igneous looks around at the room.

Can we tell how long it has been since this room was used?

No longer then a week.

If the mouse skeleton consists of just dry bones:

Morthak gently takes the mouse bones from the footlocker, and the needle and thread. He attaches the skull to his armor with a bit of thread, adding it to his collection of fetishes.

He looks at the others.

"Let us search this room to make sure there is nothing hidden. Then, perhaps back to the north to the hallway just north of this room."

Search (Perception): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Redfeather nods at the small man's respect for the spirits, and looks around the room for anything that might have been missed.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 Perception

Erigga joins in the search attempt even if thinking that the halfling's eyes are pretty capable of spotting anything dangerous.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Malazzesh lights a fresh torch and carefully examines the room with the others.

Aid Another to get you a +2.

The bedsheets sprawled out on the floor and on the beds.

Whoever resided in this room were either forcibly removed or evacuated.

no loot unless you really want that copper piece from each blanket.

"So, whatever came this way, we might want to leave. Let's clear up the way behind, go east where we entered, there were several doors that we should make safe." Harnet grumbles at the trip for nothing.

"Well we know someone used it and recently and likely some force flushed them oot. At the very least we know this is no a good place ta' rest, at least no long term".

"Let us move on. There are other doors back down the last passage to investigate."

Marked on the overall map the next door to investigate. Also, I was getting tired of the "squashed" look so I stretched the map out to normal proportions. Hope folks don't mind.

Morthak and Malazzesh do their normal routine and deem it safe from traps. The two of them give it their all trying to tug open the door but to no avail. They triple check the lock but it's obvious that it's unlocked.

I'm sorry I didn't see your post until after I changed it :x. I tried to resize it but I'm not sure it's completely correct.

You can try a strength check or just bashing it down but that might make a lot of noise. Unless someone has a better idea.

I'm sorry I didn't see your post until after I changed it :x. I tried to resize it but I'm not sure it's completely correct.

Looks the same to me...

Morthak looks around at the others, putting his fingers to his lips. He bends down and puts his ear to the door.

Not sure if the automatic perception check you made counts for listening at the door but if not, use this:

Perception (listening): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Morthak shrugs. "I don't hear anything."

Yea I made counts for that.

The room is dead silent even with Malazzesh and Morthak working together.

Perhaps the door is magically locked... Erigga has no magical knowledge to suggest this though.

"If I remember correctly, there are a couple doors on the other corridor... perhaps one of those doors lead us to the same room... if not, I can always bash it down..."

Red Feather stands ready... spear in hand, as the others determine beyond which portal their destiny beckons.

"Erigga has the right idea, there's more to find here through other doors, and it might just get us in there by another route. It would seem rather daft to announce to the denizens that lunch has arrived by using the door as a gong." Harnet smiles and starts to follow the shield maiden.

"Erigga has the right idea..."

Morthak nods. "Back the way we came? Or further down this hall?"

Harnet does not detect magic coming from the room.

"Back tha' way we came I say. The leas' dangerous way ferst.".

"Back tha' way we came I say. The leas' dangerous way ferst.".

Morthak shrugs.

"As you will. No way to know that there is less danger there than here though, not until the doors open."

Marked "Next Door" on the map again.

Light embers trickle from the wod stove inside as the charcoal has recently been put out. This aged kitchen shows signs of wear but it's condition is still workable.

There is a single pot inside of the burners which is filled with some sort of earthy tea.

Whoever was keeping watch outside notices a silhouette running up the hallway.

Light embers trickle from the wod stove inside as the charcoal has recently been put out. This aged kitchen shows signs of wear but it's condition is still workable.

This is the description of the room we are now in?

Whoever was keeping watch outside notices a silhouette running up the hallway.

Morthak would probably be searching the room so it is unlikely he would be the one "on guard."

But can you be more specific? By "silhouette" do you mean that we can see a creature of some kind, but he is backlit by a light source and we cannot make out his features? Or do you mean (as I suspect) a shadow, cast by a light source out of sight up the hall? Or do you just mean a dark shape, but that there is no light source highlighting it?

Montague would probably be on watch, since he's got decent perception and saves, but is not one of the active searchers.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 Perception

"I think I saw something moving out here".

Malazzesh lets others worry about the silhouette for a moment as he strides over to the stove and reaches for an ember to try to get the fire started again.

"Shadows eh? ... Spooked by the dark ... I'm sure they can wait whilst we finish in here... It seems our little fire friend has plans to start a brew, that will be interesting, more so than watching you slitting the throats of vermin. Though I must say, you do that well my friends. Red Feather be vigilant, in case more shadows return with flesh and blood, and drooling for ours. Can we defend this room easily?" says Harnet smiling as he helps Malazzesh with his chores.

"I think I saw something moving out here".

"Toward us err away?" Igneous once again draws his axe ready to strike.