Jalik maintains his rage and uses his claws on the zombie.
Amiri hits the zombie with a sling bullet, that makes a soft >thud< sound as it hits. The damage impact does not seem to be very profound. Bruce falls back as Asuna waits.
Jalik channels white light, briefly offsetting the greenish glow form the tower core, and burns the goblin undead further down. Jalik then proceeds to rend apart the frontmost zombie.
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When the foremost zombie goes down, Kirito rushes in to bite at the second one.
Kirito bites the zombie in the waist and gives it a proper shake.
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The dinosaur rips into the putrid flesh of the decaying goblin, and tears it to shreds.
Yes, lets get back to town. I have some business to take care and there is no way of knowing how big this place is. We will come back another day. Amir says making his way out of the dungeon.
Fort Inevitable is just a couple of hours away from the Emerald Spire. It's a bastion of law in an otherwise lawless country, and the firmly clenched first of the Hellknights is clearly felt within the walls of the fort. The party is looked at with a level of distrust, and it soon becomes apparent why. The hell knights regard adventuring - raiding dungeons and ousting bandits and goblins - as viglantism. Those who seek to adventure anyway should obtain a warrant to do so. In good Cheliax nature, his is a formality more than anything else, costing fifty gold and requiring a party to hand over thirty percent of proceeds. Those who do not have such a warrant... well... the law is harsh here.
[b] I am with Amir, time for a trip to the Fort. ]/b]
Caranthir and Fellgrim are enjoying a stay in the Red Lantern inn of Fort inevitable, as a message from Venture Captain Smine reaches them. A messenger boy delivers a letter that reads Heard you were in the area. Keep an eye out for a pathfinder group, and assist them if necessary. Ensure they do not run into trouble with the law in Inevitable, I have to bail out agents often enough as it is.
The Red Lantern inn, which is the only choice for weary travellers.
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A tall, athletic elf with intelligent eyes stands on the porch of the inn, on the lookout for a group of fellow Pathfinders.
He carries a finely-crafted longbow with a sure hand, and quietly checks his two quivers.
Seeing a motley group of four well-equipped adventurers, he can't help but think it might be the group he is looking for. Nodding to Fellgrim, the two approach the group.
"Well met! he calls out to them. "I am Caranthir Silverhand, and this is Fellgrim," he says as he gestures to his companion. "Might you be Pathfinders? If so, we have orders to assist you, if you require assistance, and also ensure that we comply with all local law."
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A well armored, scaly Nagaji stands near the back of the group. His weathered shield hangs from his back and his simple morningstar hangs from his belt. He looks constantly to his surroundings, trying to pick up clues where he can, grateful to be back in an area where the light extends beyond the reach of his weapon.
He turns to see the elf as he is addressing Asuna, and does his best to read the elf's lips. Unfortunately, he just can't seem to make out the words.
Thissstle. He says, extending his scaled hand. I've spilled blood with these companions, I suppose I can give them the courtesy of speaking aloud, even if I cannot even hear my own words.
You should know that the godsss have blessed me with divine power, and cursssed me to never hear again. You may need to write down what you need to sssay. When it comesss to battle however, I know my place. He says tapping his trusty board and chalk first, then his shield as he finishes his comments.
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As each companion is introduced, Fellgrim pays more attention to their equipment than to the individuals themselves ... as only a true tinker would. His own equipment seems new and sparse; the mark of inexperience ... and a limited budget. He is eager to hear about the parties adventures to date, pestering his new friends with questions and listening closely to their stories as he tries to accompany them during their resupply trips to the market and arcane shops around town. The child like enthusiasm he displays seems totally at odds with the alchemical supplies and bomb casings swinging from his belt when he bounces as he talks.
"So there is more of this ruined fortress to explore? How big do you think it might be?"
The many lines of shops along Juliver way provides easy access to all kind of wares, and the adventurers have little trouble getting access to the products they're used to having at home.
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After making his purchases Bruce is ready to go. "Given that his necromancer is working with goblins I doubt he is one of the wizards we are looking for."
Bruce also took the time to register for the license to explore the tower and explained the Pathfinder Society would gladly pay the 30% fee for any artifacts found. Let the bean counters deal with it, we all get a flat fee anyway.
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"What are you two good at?"
Fellgrim replies with a barrage of words running together with no discernible break to breathe ...
"I am a tinker. I have some skill with devices; although I am still saving up for a set of tools. And I am not so big as to be in the front during a fight ... but I am okay with a long spear and a few bombs; although I am still working on my precision with those, so I don't use them around friends ... my potions master at school said that I was pretty good at healing draughts and a few other tricks, so I can do that too; although not very often it seems ... maybe I should just stick to the healing extracts; what do you think Asuna?"
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The party, re-entering the now-abandoned fortress level, plod through the darkness until they find the spiralling staircase down, illuminated by the eerie green glow of the central spire. The steep stair descends through solid bedrock for fifty feet before ending in a stone-lined room. A large stone door stands directly south of the stair, a small alcove lies to the east, and another door to the southeast is slightly ajar. An extinguished torch rests on the floor of the alcove.
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"Let me check it out first," Bruce says before activating the light spell on his way finder. He checks the area for traps.
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The magical darkness that was so ever-present on the higher level doesn't seem to linger here. The green spire casts of a sickly green glow, and further down the hall luminescent mushrooms create a dim lighting from irregular, greenish-white furry patches.
Checking the area, Bruce finds a secret passage, just behind where the torch was dropped.
The door to the south is solidly locked, but free of traps.
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Skaarr follows the others, in his new set of plate mail armor. He's much louder than before, each of his movements offer clanks of various volumes. The half-orc warlock's face is hidden behind a visor made by the hell knights to resemble a howling devil. He follows the others with his trusty greataxe in hand. "I put people to sleep and kill them mostly. But I can do a little healing if necessary," Skarr throws in.
The hidden passage leads into a small alcove, from which another passage leads into a chamber.
A curving wall of glowing green crystal bulges out into this chamber from one corner. A stout wooden table stands along the wall opposite it. On the table lie three rotting human corpses and the remnants of a strange spider.
One of the human corpses has had all of its extremities severed, and its torso has been opened to reveal the internal organs. Another dismembered corpse has spider legs sewn onto the stumps in place of the removed limbs, all of which are neatly arranged near the rest of the spider.
A bucket full of reeking, old blood sits on the floor under the table, and needles with lengths of silken thread attached are stuck in a hand-sized block of bloodstained wax atop the table.