"Do you know of any room that is particularially flammable?
"Tell them to have a tournament. Then you kill the winner."
Azulth groans. "Okay, how do you pantomime 'tournament?' I DON'T SPEAK GREMLIN, RAZZY!" Azulth angrily swipes at the closest of the creatures, although he doesn't intend to hit it.
"Hmm, I could understand what they say, with an extract, but I couldnt talk TO them. What if you just draw a circle, put two of them in it, and give them weapons? They seem violent enough to get the idea already."
"Do none of you listen? I speak their language"
"Well then get talking!"
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Alton tells the gremlins that they are to fight for their leader. To find the strong of the group they will fight amongst themselves. But before he can continue they all break into fighting each other en mass. Soon enough only eight of them are standing, likely exhausted as they look at each other and then to Azulth, likely hoping he will take them with him.
it occurrs to me that 8 gremlins are more manageable than the multitude previously before us, we have another option beside killing them, we could take them with us, instruct them not to steal from our group, I animate a few a few skeletons to stay with them, keep them out of trouble, add some numbers to them in case they are attacked without devoting serious resources to them, and presto we have a rear guard, half of which don't sleep,
"I mean, they're pests, and I get this weird feeling whenever I'm around them, like I'm gonna trip or something, but we could bring them along. Keep them in the back, far enough away that they don't bother people." Azulth nods. "Should we just have them stay here while we go to the caravan, though?"
*Eeegghh* or something along that sound comes out of the halfling, "Yes I guess they are living things and with some training could be useful, do we even know if they have genders or how do they reproduce? I could keep an eye on them as you go get your caravan, who or what is in this caravan? Otherwise I will be in the forge."
"I could make you some more company, sadly they won't be very talkative, now then, are we in consensus?"
"Well, i do not know if they have genders or how they reproduce. They seem willing to cull their own numbers at Azulth's word easily enough, however. I DO agree that we should keep them out of sight of the folks of the caravan, as i did analyze and report that one of these creatures ruined the ritual of the old card-reader. To answer your last question, there are mostly Varisians and an errant gnoll or two in the caravan. They are looking to take this temple over."
"Gnolls with humans, the humans must be pretty strong to keep them working." the halfling says rather impressed. He waits for some kind of action.
"I think the gnoll has a sort of... affectation for one of the humans."
"Anyway, let's get moving then, eh group?"
"Hey, Mage you want to tell them to stand down and protect me? Should I take them to the kitchen or someplace else?" The halfling in the black robe says not knowing Alton's name.
"Certainly, for the record, my name is Alton, of the house VenRysn," he then communicated to the gremlins, congratulating them on being the strongest of their kind, and naming them their chief guards, telling them their first job was to protect the halfling, while the rest of them went to join up with our caravan,
After communicating such he goes to animate 8 of the fallen gremlins,
"Ah nice to meet you, you may call me Baris," He says happily.
well met barris he says with a grin before turning to the speaking one,you may eat the ones that do not move if you wish, I have no orders regarding them, but gather all your belongings, weapons and valuables, for soon we leave, stay in the ruin until our return."
"Interesting turn of events. Not sure the lady will like it, but she shouldn't be too mad as long as we take them with us."
The little vermin look at Alton confused, then they pick up their few meager possessions, drag the dead bodies and carry only a few away with them following the halfling as he goes to the forge.
"So. Uh. Back to the caravan?"
"Sounds like it. Was there anything else in the basement?"
"wait... we didn't clear the basement. Let's do that."
"Shall I set it ablaze?"fire, that's all they think magic's good for
"the basement? No. There might be texts down there."
"Books? Alright, alright. Let's go looking..." Azulth grumbles to himself, content to follow Arasmes on the way to the basement.
"Alright, let's go. Maybe keep those things up here or something, don't want them getting in our way."
Arasmes leads the way downstairs, keeping an eye out for threats.
(take better of those two and add to above)
+2 to spot traps; +4 to hear details or find concealed/secret objects
SO:
Perception 20
22 vs traps
24 vs audio details or concealed/secret objects
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The monastery’s undercrypt is a series of ten-foot-wide rough-hewn passages dug in a double-cross formation. The main thoroughfare runs north to south, with two similar eastwest passages crossing the main hall about fifty feet apart. An eerie silence pervades the cool subterranean funerary network, which must contain the bodies of scores—if no hundreds—of honored worshipers of Sarenrae in shallow niches carved into the walls of the east-west passages. Many of these skeletal remains have been roughly tossed from their niches, and countless bones and skulls line the floor.
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Even a casual look at the remains littering the floor shows signs of a struggle. Some skeletons lie jumbled up against a wall where they fell, their skulls crushed by the blow of a weapon. Many wear the faded orange robes of monastery clerics, often with signs of crippling injuries suffered at the hands of their betrayers.
A20a. A pile of skeletons bearing terrible broken bones
lies at the terminus of this passage. A +1 mace is still
clutched in the bony grip of a skeleton here.
A20b. A corpse of a man in yellowing leather armor—
clearly not a member of the monastic community—lies
at the end of this passage. He wears a suit of masterwork
leather armor and bears a +1 dagger.
A20c. Buried under a jumble of bones at the end of
this passage is a small teak box emblazoned with the
holy symbol of Sarenrae. The box contains a wooden holy
symbol of Sarenrae suspended from a silver chain and a
fully charged brooch of shielding.
Claiming the Monastery
When the PCs have cleared out the monastery and are
confident its dangers are handled, proceed with Part
Three. Award the PCs XP as if they had defeated a CR 3
creature in combat for this achievement.
"Hmm. I wonder if these guys are gonna attack us."
Arasmes takes a piece of debris from nearby and throws it down into the mass of skeletons, to try to stir them to attack if they have the ability.
Darkvision 60
Alton takes the broach and offers the weapons to his Conrad's seeing as he already had a magic weapon.
Arasmes will explore using the left hand rule, following the tunnels keeping the left wall within arm's reach. He will reassess periodically to ensure there are no areas he has missed.
Arasmes will take the dagger if Azulth doesnt want it.
Azulth follows behind the others, his scimitar shedding a dim light as he walks. Catching a glint of metal, he pauses at the same body from which Alton takes the brooch, and slips the symbol of Sarenrae around his neck. Nodding for Arasmes to keep the dagger, he continues behind them, absently humming a tune under his breath, though he treads silently.
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A19. Laboratory
This chamber seems to be an enormous laboratory. Against the north and south walls are two identical daises raised about five feet from the laboratory floor, each accessed by a wide set of curved stairs. Atop each dais is a wide workbench covered in a bewildering series of glass beakers, tubes, alembics, athanors, and other alchemical tools. Some of these containers are filled with a murky green substance.
A massive mold-encrusted basalt table dominates the entrance of the room, flanked by two small tables to the east and west containing surgical tools and sheaves of old parchment. The walls of the subterranean lab were clearly fashioned from the living rock under the monastery, but carefully cut mold-encrusted tiles line the floor, interrupted occasionally by metal drains the size of dinner plates.
Please move yourselves to a specific location when doing the spot check.
plus bonus vs traps, concealed stuff, etc
Arasmes approaches the nearest alchemical station.
Azulth stands by while the others search, less because he wouldn't understand it--he probably would--but more because he isn't interested in alchemy and the like.
Arasmes will generally fiddle with things in an attempt to combat the vile fungus ooze mold stuff if possible, without fighting it.
Alton looks where Arasmes was examining the vials "do you figure the slimes might be ambulatory? We might be able to weaponize them, chuck them in their glass vials and have them attack whoever they're throne at"
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Slime molds explode from the vials also one shoots out from a pipe near the doorway attempting to land on Azulth.
A total of four slime molds are attacking. One is not visible anymore for it slipped into the drainage system as the other three each attack one of you.
The molds simply try to slam Alton and Arasmes, but the third tries to encompass Azulth's head, landing on him.
still need to succeed on a touch attack before engulfing your head.
Alton steps back five feat firing off a ray of arcane fire at the nearest slime "well I guess that answers that question, but I meant for our enemies would be the ones to be harmed by the slimes." He quips preparing to slice through the next one with his blade to conserve the last remaining arcane magics he had left
Alton's blast decimates the slime as it burns away.
Arasmes runs up and tries to discorporate one with his fist.
Now AC 27