Simon's missile injures one of the goblins, but doesn't drop it. They spring to their feet with shouts of alarm!
Round 1 (ongoing):
Initiative order
Goblins-acted
Nectanebo & skeleton
Aeilin
Simon
Kerastes
Muusa
The goblins rush forward and attack the nearest target! Unfortunately for them, it's the skeleton, and they're using piercing weapons. One misses cleanly, but the other manages a significant hit! The skeleton is hit for 7 HP; with its DR, it takes 2 HP.
|AC 20, T 13, FF 17|HP: 39/39*|F +6*, R +4, W +5 (+2 vs Necr/curses/TNLs, +1 vs fear/conf)|Init +2, Perc +8|CMB +6 CMD 18|Deadspeaker 3/3, Ghostly Horde 1/1, Focus: ?? Gloaming, ?? Azrael, ?? Guidingstar, ?? Perun
The skeleton's spine has been significantly knocked out of alignment by that lucky strike (it's down to 2 hit points now), but that doesn't stop it in the least from retaliating.
claw vs goblin to its north:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 damage:1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
claw vs goblin to its north:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 damage:1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
The bloodrager advances and cuts down the last goblin. Out of combat!
The armor you found in the last room turns out to be chainmail +1. The goblins were apparently playing dice; the pot includes a pair of nonmagical silver earrings, 110 silver pieces, 60 gold pieces, and a potion of lesser restoration. A rough tunnel winds away to the northeast and down.
HP 22/22 | AC 14 11T 13FF | F+3/+5/v cold R+4 W+8, all +1 v. cold | Init +1 Perc +12 | CMD 11
Human Tien Unsworn Shaman/2
"I don't know, Nectanebo--that armor will look funny when the skeleton is wearing it," says Muusa with a wide grin. She looks at the group. "Aeilin is still unwell, and Simon is out of spells. I wonder if we should 'hole up', how you say, and sleep here."
She looks at the tunnel. "Or somewhere safer," she adds.
HP 12/12 | AC 13 | CMD 14 | Fort +2 Reflex +4 Will +3 | Initiative +7 Perception +7
Simon gives a smirking laugh at Mussa as he shrugs agreement to Nectanebo's request. "I don't know ... I think old Bonesy might look quite fetching in some fancy-pants magical armor."
He rifles through the collected gear with the toe of his boot. "Resting is smart," he says, as if he hadn't suggested it multiple times already, and I'd suggest climbing back across that pit. Put it between us and," he nods to the unexplored tunnel, "whatever we don't know is down that way."
He looks over at Kerastes, "Either way, you should take this potion. That plus some rest could undo what those stirges did."
HP 12/12 | AC 13 | CMD 14 | Fort +2 Reflex +4 Will +3 | Initiative +7 Perception +7
With Muusa, Nect, and Simon suggesting a rest, I think we have a majority. If we do that, are there any kinds of rolls any of us can make to try to boost Aeilín's save against that negative level?
With Muusa, Nect, and Simon suggesting a rest, I think we have a majority. If we do that, are there any kinds of rolls any of us can make to try to boost Aeilín's save against that negative level?
I’d already rolled it, since Simon suggested resting, and I thought it would happen while I was away. Unless Carbide wants another roll.
HP 22/22 | AC 14 11T 13FF | F+3/+5/v cold R+4 W+8, all +1 v. cold | Init +1 Perc +12 | CMD 11
Human Tien Unsworn Shaman/2
Muunokhoi spends a quiet hour sitting with her weasel, occasionally muttering and pointing to the sky, the earth, and various cardinal directions. Eventually she stands up and smiles.
"I'm ready for the tunnel. No hair today; I'd rather give bad luck to anything we might meet," she chuckles.
On returning, you find that the goblin bodies have disappeared, along with any of their gear that you didn't take. From that room the tunnel winds and ascends through numerous switchbacks, eventually opening out into a much larger chamber. Most of the room appears to be a natural cave, although some work has been done to finish it--thick, square columns support the low ceiling, and the floor is partially paved.
And I have to go do some actual work, so the rest of the room description will have to wait.
HP 12/12 | AC 13 | CMD 14 | Fort +2 Reflex +4 Will +3 | Initiative +7 Perception +7
Simon wakes up as he does every day ... in a foul, cloud-headed mood. It's become a welcome reprieve when he spends the first hour of the day sitting by himself, petting the fiery-pelted cat.
After about an hour, he walks back over by himself, still yawning. He scratches at his always-mussed hair, "Oh, look ... trail tack for breakfast. Again." Then he looks over at Muusa with a look of confusion. "Wait ... what? Your hair is right there."
Without much more said, he readies for another day. The prospect of more dungeon-delving does brighten his disposition a bit.
HP 22/22 | AC 14 11T 13FF | F+3/+5/v cold R+4 W+8, all +1 v. cold | Init +1 Perc +12 | CMD 11
Human Tien Unsworn Shaman/2
"I could show you the power of my misfortune curse, Simon, but you wouldn't like it," says Muusa with a grin. 'I don't swear loyalty to any spirits, so I can choose different ones each day. I like my hair to be long, but I think curses are better around here."
She puts her weasel in its usual carrying pocket and it sticks its beady-eyed face out, whiskers twitching.
|AC 20, T 13, FF 17|HP: 39/39*|F +6*, R +4, W +5 (+2 vs Necr/curses/TNLs, +1 vs fear/conf)|Init +2, Perc +8|CMB +6 CMD 18|Deadspeaker 3/3, Ghostly Horde 1/1, Focus: ?? Gloaming, ?? Azrael, ?? Guidingstar, ?? Perun
The others find Nectanebo already up and wearing the enchanted chainmail when they finally awake. He is playing a complicated-looking card game with an exceptional-looking deck of cards...and strangely, it seems that he is trying to play against his pearly orb and his coat, both nestled against walls as he plays their hands for them. Stranger still, though, is the fact that he sometimes seems genuinely surprised by his 'opponents'' actions. At one point he gently but firmly accuses the orb of cheating. Out of the corner of your eye, it seems to be winking.
There's what seems to be an improvised campsite further in--tattered furs, a few small and foul-looking bedrolls, sacks of food, and battered old crates and casks. No one seems to be occupying it at the time, though.
As you're preparing to advance cautiously into the chamber, the occupants make themselves known. Nectanebo is the only one who has any inkling of their presence, though. A quartet of goblins rushes into view; three are typical, while the fourth wears a chain shirt and carries a longspear that's rather taller than she is.
|AC 20, T 13, FF 17|HP: 39/39*|F +6*, R +4, W +5 (+2 vs Necr/curses/TNLs, +1 vs fear/conf)|Init +2, Perc +8|CMB +6 CMD 18|Deadspeaker 3/3, Ghostly Horde 1/1, Focus: ?? Gloaming, ?? Azrael, ?? Guidingstar, ?? Perun
Being at the rear, Nectanebo has the time to actually listen to what's ahead of him, so he is hardly surprised when he hears stirring up ahead that is decidedly at odds with the steady drumbeat of Kerastes' footsteps.
Oh, how thoughtless of them - they left their midden right at the entrance, He thinks as some unseen wind ruffles his coat. Suddenly, a tangle of old bones from their refuse heap organizes itself into a decidedly unnatural facsimile of a coherent skeleton, and lunges at the nearest goblin.
Round 1 (ongoing):
Murgmo-acted
Nectanebo
Aeilin
Simon
Muusa
Goblins
Kerastes
The goblin with the spear steps a little closer and chitters out the words of a spell. An intense wave of fire washes out over Kerastes and the skeleton for 10 HP; DC 12 Reflex save for half damage.
A short life, but a merry one. If you hadn't done that, she probably wouldn't have used that spell right away, with only one target in reach. Kerastes might not be very happy about it at the moment, but at least Aeilin and company are still unhurt.
HP 22/22 | AC 14 11T 13FF | F+3/+5/v cold R+4 W+8, all +1 v. cold | Init +1 Perc +12 | CMD 11
Human Tien Unsworn Shaman/2
Muusa winks at the tall goblin. Misfortune Hex, DC 14 Will save. She moves up a bit, but not so far that Aeilin cannot take a good swipe at the goblins.
"Bad luck to you!" she calls gleefully to the goblin.
