"Well, gents. I believe we now have their attention. Perhaps a strategy is in order?"
Wits will aim his crossbow at the one attempting to climb the rickety structure and fire.
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"Well, gents. I believe we now have their attention. Perhaps a strategy is in order?"
Wits will aim his crossbow at the one attempting to climb the rickety structure and fire.
Attack:1d20+5
Damage: 1d6+1
Witz's Bolt slams into the Creature, causing a silent cry of pain.
<cough>
Loads tumbling bolt and fires at the one climbing the steps.
Wits reloads and fires again at the monster climbing the platform!
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CRIT!
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Racheting another bolt into place Reynard lets fly at one of the oncoming beasts.
Just waiting for Luc's action.
Draw and throw another dagger!
Dean's bolt clatters to the floor, even as Luc's dagger embeds itself into the beast climbing the structure. By now both creatures have mounted and are on the platform with you, they move forward to attack,
Reynard's bolt strikes the create just as it closes, while Wit's ripped through flesh in an impressive way.
The wounds begin to heal though, even as you watch.
Dean holsters and draws his crossbow and smacks at the beast with his cane.
Wits reloads and fires again at the creature attacking Dean!
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Luc will try to flank the creature!
Dean's blow glances off the thing's thick hide, while Luc manoeuvres under the wooden platform to attack the other beast from the rear, causing it to silent-screem in as his dagger rips into it. The beast crumbles to the floor, twitching.
Wit's bolt flies high into the air, crashing into the wall opposite with a ping.
The remaining beast swipes again to Dean, this time with two wild claws, and a savage jaw...
The other creatures wounds still appear to be closing, and it isn't losing blood any longer....
"Aach"
Dean stumbles five feet back from the creature and casts CLW on himself:
Luc, Reynard, Witz?....
Sorry will post later.
Wits will reload and fire again!
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Luc will coup de grace the creature on the floor.
Wits will reload and fire again!
Attack: 1d20+5
Damage: 1d6+1Confirm:
Attack: 1d20+5
Damage: 1d6+1
Witzs bols shreds through the creature's flesh, causing it to fall back unconscious.
Luc will coup de grace the creature on the floor.
Luc severs the creatures head, and is covered in a gorey blue ichor. It soon stops pumping though, leaving a cold dead mass on the floor.
That would require a heal check to know on the second that went down. You haven't seen anything else in the room.
Heal
Reynard's eyes scanthe room, taking the time to study the creatures for any lingering signs of life.
Luc retrieves his thrown dagger and tries to clean the blue ichor off himself with his waterskin.
Wits lowers his crossbow and then eagerly heads over to one of the fallen creatures. He uses his knife to carve chunks of flesh from the beast and place them into a vial he stoppers. He begins to do an autopsy, noting in a clinical mutter the placement of vital organs. "Fascinating!"
Luc's attempts to remove the gore are remarkably unsuccessful, the smell is also quite potent.
Wits slowly gets himself covered in more gore, but in his case, appears to enjoy the process.
This large chamber was obviously once a prison, as testified by the nearly two dozen cells that line the room’s perimeter. A rickety wooden platform overlooks the room, with two flights of stairs descending to the prison floor ten feet below. A five-foot-wide wooden walkway runs from the northern edge of the platform to a passageway to the east.
As its appearance suggests, this room was indeed used to keep prisoners. Skeletons lie in most of the cells, prisoners who starved to death ages ago. Although the walkway above the room looks rickety, it’s actually quite stable.
"That one's still alive...amd it's healing. We'd better finish it off rather than deal with it again on the way out."
Reynard gestures toward the non dissected carcass.
Please see the discussion thread, or you may get confused :)
Reynard walks over and using his rapier, pins the beast to the floorboards until it's life-force is completely spent.
A quick search of the room shows this to be a long disused prison. The straw of the cells contains nothing of any worth.
Following the planking into the off-shooting corridor, leads to a room, 20 by 15 ft.
The room 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 are two doors, one leading south, and one continuing east.
What do you do?
Emmanuel looks around the torture chamber wondering about the horrific events that must have taken place here. "Man. This place hurts." Turning back to the group, "Well, which way? There ain't nothing good down here, so just point me in any direction and let's see if we can't put some more of our own hurt on whatever else is down here." He pauses a moment then continues, "Then maybe we can get down to eating some real food. Rations suck."
"Hmmm," Dean considers, as he examines the antique devices. "These are old enough to be worth a bit of coin to the right collector." He smiles wryly at the group. "You'd be amazed the number of professors who enjoy decorating their offices with such ... conversation pieces. They find they provide the right ambience for nervous students waiting to see them."
"I say. This place certainly affects a certain demeanor of pain and agony, does it not? I would however like to study the tools at some point in order to compare notations on interrogation methods. The results may be academic to my studies on pain receptors in certain alchemical reagents. At any rate, I say we head east first. Might as well see what's there."
Listening to Dean and Wits, Emmanuel just stares at the two in silence and thinks to himself...Freaks!. "East is fine with me. Any objections?"
The Eastern door opens as silently and easily as the other internal doors have done.
Through the door, stairs lead down into darkness.
Dean is ready as a cat and alert as an owl, but his cane rattles against the stairs before he moves to silence it.
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While being somewhat aware, Wits' collection of glassware and tools rattle too terribly to be stealthy. Distracted by this, he is not as ready as he should be...
"I can't see a thing." Emmanuel whispers to the others while being unnaturally quiet.
Perception
Stealth.
As you descend the stairs, you enter a much larger chamber, 25ft North-South and 45ft to the far side the room was unlit before you entered, cold, and smelling faintly damp. There is a low moning sound as though someone were in the next room sleeping, but having nightmares. It seems to come from the room itself though.
As Dean enters, he is covered in a spray of foul smelling acid
Dean instinctively shields himself with his cape. "Cayden's tankard! Something's spitting at me from the corner," he calls back to the rest of the group.
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1d20+4Dean instinctively shields himself with his cape. "Cayden's tankard! Something's spitting at me from the corner," he calls back to the rest of the group.
The light source assumption is good, unless everyone else hides in the corridor like scared kittens...
Did I mention this is a full round, not a surprise one? Just in case it matters.
Perception: 1d20+11...add +1 for traps
Disable Device: 1d20+12
Stood in A1 is a distorted beast that may once have been a goblin. Now, it has 4 arms, and carries a longsword, hand axe, and silver dagger in three of them. The fourth is currently being used to wipe acid from it's lips.
You'd notice all that on entry (and I should have posted when Dean entered), so feel free to tweak your action Luc.
Reynard whips his loaded crossbow up and sends a bolt streaking towards the monstrosity with an oath.
"I say! I would very much like to examine this creature at length! It seems to have been mutated by some external factor previous unknown. My thesis on mutagens is almost completed and would surely benefit from the vivisection of this horrible freak. Do try to take him alive if at all possible!"
Wits will load and fire his crossbow at the beast-man.
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