While Casey revives Adonai Reynard walks up to the bugbear and draws his rapier. Taking his time her dispatches the bleeding thug.
The goblin looks at the dead bodies around her, and at the great hulking two legs around her, and bursts into tears. Running through the door and out. Kicking Adonai on the way past for good measure. She flees past Jerjia, and up the stairs.
Reynard dispatches the bugbear in short measure, and Adonai is roused.
What to do next. You have two more doors, and a corridor to explore. Oh, and the cave system you left wide open.
Wits steps to the door in the western wall, checking it for traps.
Perception:
The door opens into a 15ft long corridor, with another closed door at the end.
This door opens into a larger room, 10ft by 30ft.
The southern wall of this room is a bank of cells with iron doors, six in all. The rest of the room is obviously a torture chamber; a rack sits against the far wall, an iron maiden stands to the north, and a fire pit smolders below a spiky cage dangling from a chain in the ceiling to the east.
There are two doors in the North wall.
"Ooh," Jerjia exclaims in interest, examining the rack and the spiky cage. "You should bring your new girlfriend down here, lawman."
Adonai raises an eyebrow as he looks at Jerjia. "But aren't you my new girlfriend?"
"Psssh!" she scoffs with a smile. "In your dreams, lawman."
Where now?
Jerjia looks around, from the caves to the corridor to the doors leading out of the torture chamber. "Too many ways to go, Sparky," she complains to her lizard. "I know!" she says, brightening. "Let's split up and each take a way!"
"We're wasting time, eventually they'll figure out we're here. MOVE!"
Reynard sweeps through the first of the two north doors.
"We're wasting time, eventually they'll figure out we're here. MOVE!"
Reynard sweeps through the first of the two north doors.
"Gotcha." Adonai's hand glows as he heals himself again before heading to the second door and bashes it open.
Adonai takes one more swing at the bugbear before stepping to side of the door .
"We're wasting time, eventually they'll figure out we're here. MOVE!"
Reynard sweeps through the first of the two north doors.
Through the door, a short tunnel leads into a small room.
A dusty nest of rags, dog hides, and straw sits in the northeast corner of this room. To the south, a long workbench cluttered with pliers, hooks, tongs,saws, and knives runs along the wall.
There are no other ways out of it.
Wits walks into the room. "This seems a bit too useful for goblin work. Let us see what is what." Wits proceeds to search the room.
Perception:
Wits walks into the room. "This seems a bit too useful for goblin work. Let us see what is what." Wits proceeds to search the room.
Perception: 1d20+9
In typical goblin fashion. The torture instruments on the table are rusted and blood stained, some even being broken. Scattered in amongst them though, are 6, very similar, keys.
You have 6, jail cell like doors in the torture chamber, and one remaining door North from here.
Where you going.
It's cool down here, and damp, and you've probably spent a hour or so wandering and poking at this point.
"Shall we?" Reynard says approaching the northmost door.
Reynard moves through the next double-door system emerging into a much larger room.
Stone fonts containing frothy dark water sit to the north and south of the eastern entrance to the room, and twin banks of stone pillars run the length of the long chamber. At the western end, shallow stairs rise to a platform about two feet off the ground. The walls surrounding this platform are lit by hanging braziers that emit glowing red smoke, giving the place an unnerving crimson lighting that throws the bas-relief carvings of countless monsters feasting on fleeing humans into lurid display.
A black marble altar stone, its surface heaped with ashes and bone fragments, squats before a ten-foot-tall statue. The sculpture depicts a very pregnant but otherwise shapely naked woman who wields a kukri in each taloned hand and has a long reptilian tail, bird-like taloned feet, and the snarling head of a three-eyed jackal with a forked tongue. Its left kukri flickers with fiery orange light while the right one glows with a cold blue radiance.
Two emaciated, hairless canines, with a strange air of menace and cruelty about them, are stood in the room, and turn to face Reynard.
Init:
"Good gracious, what are those? Oh well, KILL THEM! KILL THEM WITH FIRE!"
"Well...heck." He says as he prepares to fire on the mangy dogs.
"The $^@#!?"
Reynard quickly fies off a shot at one of the dog things, his mind trying to rapidly assimilate what lies before him.
Surprise round
"Ooh, puppies!" Jerjia exclaims, walking to the edge of the stone platform. "Harump-HER!" she tells the dog-thing on the floor, commanding it to stand down.
You can use this skill on a creature with an Intelligence score of 1 or 2 that is not an animal, but the DC of any such check increases by 5.
EDIT: She'll try to handle the one Reynard didn't just shoot at.
Casey looks at Jerjia with concern as he moves to get a clear shot on the one Reynard attacked.
Reynard's bolt slams into the side of the furthest hound, but falls uselessly to the ground.
Jerjia moves forward, cooing at the other hound. It completely ignores her, and keeps prowling. As one, both hounds let out an unearthly howl, that echos from the walls. The echo seeming to take minutes to die.
Will:
Wits covers his ears, shaking his head at the sound as he sees Reynard's bolt fall to the ground. "I don't think these are normal dogs!" he shouts.
Moving to where he can see the first beast, he pulls a bomb flask from his pocket and shakes it vigorously. He then throws it at the nearest hound!
Attack:
Damage: fire and 6 fire splash
The hound howls (more normally this time) in pain as the acidic gunk hits it.
Jerjia shrieks and barrels through the others back out the door.
"Wait for me!" Adonai follows Jerjia out the door and to gods know where.
"Wait for me!" Adonai follows Jerjia out the door and to gods know where.
Casey looks at the fleeing paladin, an eyebrow slightly raised. "What the heck's wrong with him?" He asks, truly not caring.
Reynard freezes then uncharacteristically bolts from the hounds.
Seeing the fleeing party, all save the gunslinger and himself, Wits shakes his head. "I believe we have been abandoned. Oh well, let us kill them with fire!"
Casey looks around, unable to disagree with the gnome. "Hm." He surmises.
Seeing the people in front of them running, and only one visible target left, the two hounds charge at Casey and attempt to bite him, the first one cuts a deep gouge through Casey's armour . The second misses.
H1: ;
H2: ;
Wits hurls his next bomb at the dog that bit Casey, hoping to catch the other in the splash as well!
Attack: ranged touch
Damage: fire and 6 fire splash, Reflex DC 14 for half
Perception:
"Great Galloping Goblins! They're flying devil dogs! No wonder their yapping unnerved the others!"
Casey raises an eyebrow as he notices the strange phenomenon. Not a moment later he can't quite avoid the nasty bite. "Dang. That smarts." He says as he steps back and fires at the dog.
The hound manages to avoid the worst of the explosion from Wits, but neither of the hounds seems to appreciate the fire much.
Casey's shot hits, but doesn't seem to do so much damage as you would expect, one of the hounds though, does look to be tiring; dripping some sort of ichor...
Everyone else continues to flee
The Yeth hounds move in again, and attack Casey, their bite penetrating his armour and inflicting grievous wounds.
H2: ;
"Good gracious, man! Stop bleeding and help me kill these fiends! Gunman? Gunman? Oh my. This has gone all pear shaped, hasn't it?"
Looking down at the disabled and bleeding man, and seeing his comrades in arms having fled, Wits decides that discretion is the better part of valor and decides to beat a hasty retreat. However, he decides to bring the gunslinger along as well, perhaps as an experiment in "favors" or perhaps owing to some shred of altruism in his alchemical soul. To facilitate this, he pulls forth his precious mutagen and drinks it down.
For a moment nothing happens. Then he begins to shake, swelling and growing as muscles bulge and his brow thickens. He huffs loudly, and then says out loud, "'Allo, 'allo. What's this then? Two naughty dogs and their plaything all worn out? 'Fraid even lacking in mental acuity as I am, I can see that this won't end well, doggies. Very well then. Until next we meet, my cursed canine friends! Come bleeding poppet, the Master of Tears will see to you!"
The misshapen gnome grabs hold of the gunslinger and spends all his round pulling him out of the room and as far away as he can get.
Mutagen effects: AC 18, FF 15. Strength 12, Intelligence 14.
As Witz pulls the body of Casey back through the doorway, the hounds move to snap after him. They appear to be stopped by some invisible force at the doorway though, and instead of coming through they howl again...