Thordak is simply taken aback at the level of horror that has gone on here. "You may have to consecrate it twice, lad," he says to Tomaru. "This is beyond anythin' I've ever seen." He takes a look around just to make sure there is not someone - or 'something' - still alive in here.
"Consecrate it and salt the earth," Lym growls.
"I don't know...some fresh curtains and a few throw pillows...we could make a summer home out of this place," Praxim growls as he gingerly pokes about the hides.
Rhianni stares at Praxim. "Hurry, lets just get out of here, once we are sure there are no others."
"Traveling peddler comes by...'Howdy, friend. You wanna stay fer suppah? Snort snort!!'"
"'Pull up a chair. It's real comfy, like was made of you...I mean...fer you!'l
Praxim kicks a pile of not skins, only to realize too late that it was a pouch of teeth.
"Have you been drinking again?" Lym asks, horrified. "Here? Now?"
"There's none here. Let's keep moving."
"Have you been drinking again?"
Without turning around, Kellen responds,"Whatever it is he's drinking, give me a sip will you?"
"Excuse me if a bit if dark humour helps keep me from wanting to crawl back into that bottle,"
There is nothing of value in the room. The thought of where -who - those skins came from is a sobering one. The skinned face now looks back at you in a forlorn manner, hoping for a rescue that never came...
OK - checking the door across the hall.
Whenever people are ready, Kellen will open the door. He'll precursor it by saying, "After what we've seen so far, best keep your stomach and eyes wary, eh?"
So distracted by his bit of macabre, Praxim has completely forgotten to scan for evil auras. He remembers just as Kellen starts to open the door, and starts scanning the room beyond.
Lym mutters a cantrip to scan for magical auras and, one arm supportively around Rhianni's shoulders, advances -- but makes sure to stay at the rear of the group.
Rhianni, with a tear drop falling down a cheek, is thankful for Lym's arm and comfort.
"Tears will have their time," Lym whispers, "but now is the time for fire and steel, Rhianni. Let the sorrow feed your rage until we are done with this foul place; then is the time for mourning."
He remembers just as Kellen starts to open the door, and starts scanning the room beyond.
Seeing the tell-tale stare of the paladin as he opens the door, Kellen adds succinctly:"No worries there, Praxim."
It’s difficult to gauge the exact dimensions of this cluttered room, thickly packed with old crates, broken farm equipment, and furniture.
Cast Light on my holy symbol and cautiously move into the room for a better look.
Perception:
Kellen does the same - looking for signs of anything unusual: traps or doors or limbs, etc.
"Bric-brac; junk mostly from the looks of it." he says quietly.
Thordak follows the others in, scanning the room himself...
...and seeing a whole lotta nothing. "I think you hit it right on the head, lad. Bunch of junk to be sure."
Rhianni watches from the door as the men search the room. She uses her magic to search the room from afar, trying to find valuable magical items.
Nothing of note is found or detected in the junk room.
Seeing only the door at the end of the corridor, Rhianni suggests they go that way, having not found anything interesting in the storage room.
In a hurry to get done with this, Tomaru opens the double doors.
Its...a hallway.
Lym starts scanning for magic.
Moving on to the next set of double doors, then.
Can Praxim sense any auras down here?
There are no traps on the next set of double doors. There is one aura ahead and to the right.
Kellen signals the double doors are clear and readies to open them once the party has gathered.
Rhianni follows the others, keeping herself behind the armed and dangerous warriors.
Thordak prepares to kill whatever lurks behind the doors.
As the doors begin to open, they are suddenly slammed out wide when two giant tentacles lash outward toward Kellen. The tentacles wrap around the rogue, lacerating his flesh. While you watch in horror, the tentacles yank Kellen into the room.
This damp, steamy room reeks of rotting vegetable matter. Pools of mud and stagnant water dot the mossy floor, and the walls are caked with thick swaths of puffy fungus and mold.
Rhianni shocked by the sudden appearance of the tentacles, points her finger at Kellen, "fac ut anguillae lubricum" as Kellen is covered in a dark coloured liquid. Then Rhianni moves back, to let the fighters have easier access to the terror beyond the door.
Caster Level 6
School conjuration (creation); Level bard 1, sorcerer/wizard 1
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, M (butter)
Range close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
Target one object or 10-ft. square
Duration 1 min./level (D)
Save see text; SR no
A grease spell covers a solid surface with a layer of slippery grease. Any creature in the area when the spell is cast must make a successful Reflex save or fall. A creature can walk within or through the area of grease at half normal speed with a DC 10 Acrobatics check. Failure means it can't move that round (and must then make a Reflex save or fall), while failure by 5 or more means it falls (see the Acrobatics skill for details). Creatures that do not move on their turn do not need to make this check and are not considered flat-footed.
The spell can also be used to create a greasy coating on an item. Material objects not in use are always affected by this spell, while an object wielded or employed by a creature requires its bearer to make a Reflex saving throw to avoid the effect. If the initial saving throw fails, the creature immediately drops the item. A saving throw must be made in each round that the creature attempts to pick up or use the greased item. A creature wearing greased armor or clothing gains a +10 circumstance bonus on Escape Artist checks and combat maneuver checks made to escape a grapple, and to their CMD to avoid being grappled.
"Oh, it just never ends!" Lym exclaims as she thrusts her hand forward. "Sagittae magicae, omne errore vacuae, e manu meu evoletis!"
Four darts of pure force hurtle forth, impacting the tentacles.
Tomaru (who wasn't included in the initiative) casts Spiritual Ally to help his friend.
Spiritual Ally: possibly with flanking
to hit +2 if flanking
to hurt
So surprised he barely utters a word, Kellen focuses to break free of the tentacles.
Tomaru (who wasn't included in the initiative) casts Spiritual Ally to help his friend.
Spiritual Ally: possibly with flanking
to hit 1d20+9 +2 if flanking
to hurt 1d10+2
The creature roars in pain as Lym's missile's hit it. Tomaru's spell also has an effect, albeit a slight one.
Kellen feels his limbs cease to answer his commands. Even breathing is a labor as muscles freeze up. Then, with one tentacle, the monstrosity opens its fibrous maw and stuffs Kellen inside. With the other, it slams the door closed.
"Hurry! Break the door down!" Lym shouts.
As soon as someone does and she has line of sight on the creature again, Lym hits it with another barrage of magic missiles - her last offensive spell for the day...!
"Rhianni, use the wand!" she calls to the beautiful Sorceress. "The necromantic one! Wither its life!"
Kellen feels his limbs cease to answer his commands. Then, with one tentacle, the monstrosity opens its fibrous maw and stuffs Kellen inside.