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Junk, this isn’t junk. If you look st the bolt of the handle, it’s actialky crafted quite well. The blade is made of alchemized silver. She blows some dust off the shield, and looks at it closer.
The Shield is quite beautiful, the leaping dolphin is a nice touch. And the banner, even if it been trampled on a bit, could fetch a good price. Drogun, could you carry these for us. If nothing else, the dagger may come in handy. Who knows what inhabits this place
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Still choking and coughing, Zestel opens his mouth only to close it again immediately. He turns around and braces his hand against the wall, doubled over. There is a brief *hyuurk*ing sound, though he manages to keep his lunch down. He calls out to Vorina while still looking down at his feet.
”Nice. . . nice find. I’m just-*gyrk* I’m just gonna take a second.
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Junk, this isn’t junk. If you look st the bolt of the handle, it’s actialky crafted quite well. The blade is made of alchemized silver. She blows some dust off the shield, and looks at it closer.The Shield is quite beautiful, the leaping dolphin is a nice touch. And the banner, even if it been trampled on a bit, could fetch a good price. Drogun, could you carry these for us. If nothing else, the dagger may come in handy. Who knows what inhabits this place[/b]
"My apologies dear Voa, if you don't mind me calling you that. These fumes have been playing tricks on my mind. Let us not tarry here for too long, which door shall we take, hmm?
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Still gagging, Torgat staggers back into the first room they entered on the second floor. He crouches down near the opposite door, still open to the balcony and fresh air.
"I think we had better enter the last room by going across the balcony. Whatever challenges may lie ahead, we do not want to meet them doubled over and clutching our stomachs."
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After some brief panting, Drogun looks down at his leg with the javelin sticking out of it for several moments before retrieving the second out of four gallons from his back. He proceeds to uncork it and begins to take a couple giat swigs before recorking and lashing it on to his back once more. He then waits a few moments before grabbing the javelin with both hands and ripping it out.
"#$@@$#!!!"
Voarima recognizes the the banner depicting a bird made of living flame. It one belonged to teh Band of th Pheoneix, one of Absalom's most famous hunting lodges during the Age of Blades. She also notes the dagger and shield are also of masterwork quality.
After a while even the sickest of the party gets passed the stench. Fortunately that is almost no one.
Judging from the shelves lining the walls, this darkened room might once have been a storeroom, though its contents have long since succumbed to the passage of time. A crack in the northern wall has apparently let in some rainwater, which has collected in a large puddle on the floor.
Kn (arcana) for more information.
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Voarima thinks back to the various books she has read over the years while they move onto exploring more of the dilapidated tower.
The dagger and shield are exceptionally made pieces. True craftsmanship. The banner too is exquisite it used to belong to one of Absalom’s famous hunting lodge, the Band of the Phoenix. I wonder the last time someone from that Lodge was out here since it was from the Age of Blades.
Her thoughts seem to weave like fabric or the arcane, in and out. She looks up just in time to see a strange little lizard, head cocked to the side staring at them.
Hmm, I think it’s a shocker lizard. Be careful, I’ve heard that they like to gather in groups, intensifying their innate electricity.
She looks around for more sign of them, just in case.
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Torgat's nausea finally passes, and he straightens up unsteadily, listening to Voarima's explanation of the items they found. Braced by the cool air on the balcony, the half-orc feels much better as they enter the north door.
"Perhaps we have found everything there is of interest here. From the shape of this room, though, I think we may still need to check the other door inside the room with the trogdolytes, I'm sorry to say. Hello! What do we have here?"
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Upon following the rest of the group into the last room, Gaderffi pauses when he sees the lizard.
"I agree with Voarima, these things are quite the danger in groups. I hesitate to enter this room for fear of lethal electrocution. I'm not one to cast first, ask questions later, but we should be cautious about this little one here..."
His usual happy demeanor turns to uneasiness, he shuffles nervously on his feet near the door entrance.
The creature happily gobbles up the food tossed it. If it were a dog its tail would be wagging. Instead the two horns quiver and the hum of power whispers in the room.
The lone shocker lizard ambles to the party looking for more of the treats. Its excitement builds as it closes with Voarima, but as it gets too close the charge of its excitement releases catching the wizard in the electrical charge. ,
It tilts its head quizzically, waiting for something.
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Voarima isn’t expecting the electrical jolt that hits her. The jolt seems to skitter across the pooled water, and into her body, intensifying as it looks for an exit through her hand. Her eyelids flutter as her body convulses at the shock. She cannot even speak as she tumbles to the ground, in a lump. Her left leg occasionally twitches as the electricity slowly escapes her body.
She still appears to be alive as her chest moves up and down as her breathing appears slow, her body trying to cope with the trauma.
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”Everyone, everyone step back. Drag our poor elf against the far wall!” Zestel orders with far more authority than he feels. He cautiously takes a trail ration out of his backpack and tosses it to the shocker lizard, then backs up and places another bit of the ration on the ground a few feet away. Using rations he will try to lure the lizard out of the rooms. If successful, he’ll toss the rest down the rubble escarpment hoping that the lizard will follow it and leave the tower. He’ll return and shut the door behind him.
Remember, Zestel currently has electricity resist 5
1d20+6
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Torgat takes a 5-foot step to the northeast (more like a 2.5 foot step, given where I had placed the token - light blue arrow shows his movement). He points his club at the lizard that has downed Voarima, and once again a sphere of green liquid appears just beyond the tip of the club and shapes itself into a spike, then speeds towards its target before veering off to splash harmlessly in one of the puddles on the floor.
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"Wait, no, what? None of this is what I said to . . . you're provoking . . . DON'T GRAB HIM! He'll shock . . . oh what's the point?"
Dejectedly the Wizard walks away and grabs the unconscious elf, dragging her as far away from the shock lizard as possible on his turn, letting the rest of the party kill the poor critter.
The dwarf gets his hands on the scaly creature as Far shoots it with acid. The green dart of Torgat goes wide, splashing harmlessly in a puddle.
Zestel begins pulling his unconscious colleague from the danger.
The creature begins jerking away from its captor, its spasms leading to another growing hum. A charge of electricity runs up the barbarians arms with a popping buzz.
EDIT: ,
R2
Drogun (18): <--here now
Far (16.5): <--here now
Torgat (16.2): <--here now
Zestel (16.2): <--here now
Ylania (13):
Shocker lizard (11):
Gaderffi (10):
Drogun (18): grabs lizard
Far (16.5): acids lizard
Torgat (16.2): misses lizard
Zestel (16.2): pulls Ylania
Ylania (13):
Shocker lizard (11): shocks Drogun
Gaderffi (10): casts infernal healing
The barbarian continues to hold the creature as the allies continue their battle.
R2
Drogun (18): <--here now
Far (16.5): <--here now
Torgat (16.2): <--here now
Zestel (16.2): EDIT delays
Ylania (13): <--here now
Shocker lizard (11):
Gaderffi (10): <--here now
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Torgat holds back, unwilling to risk hitting the group's guardian with his magical acid. I've caused the poor man enough damage today!
"Drogun, while you have it grappled, perhaps you could move it outside and let it go, rather than risk any more shocks? We can just close the door. Maybe it will decide to go somewhere else while we finish our investigation."
Drogun continues squeezing the creature as it gets pelted with acid. Eventually the creature fall unconciouss, lying like a limp kitten in the barbarian's arms.
Voa wakens shortly after the Gaderffi's spell has a chance to work.