Atharessa continues to stand in defence of Princess Stephanie, while she fires another crossbow bolt. This time aimed at the Bugbear, but she misses.
Hallister grins a wicked smile as he curses the Bugbear and kicks.
Reflex Save:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
The dwarf’s boot connects squarely with the large Goblin’s groin and the monster gulps air as he staggers backward. But his feet are placed awkwardly, he begins to shuffle his feet as they lose traction in the thick grease and then pitching backward, throwing his arms wide, his feet sweep up and the Bugbear falls prone on his back.
Internet has been buggy today and I cannot edit the above post, so I might just leave it as is, but i misread hallister's post and it turns out he actually missed with his attack, but let's leave it as it is.
Miagnik tossed the bottle of Vegetable oil up into the air and looked over at the fallen Hobgoblin. He had been rightfully afraid of the priestess the other day, but had dared to order Miagnik around.
Sure, he didn't know who I was at the time consciously, I was playing my part masterfully at the time after all, but he had to have felt it somewhere in his subconscious. He will NEVER give me another order again!
He then moved over closer to the Hobgoblin and threw the bottle down right at him.
Ranged Attack:1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 5 - 4 = 21
Huh, wow. I honestly wasn't expecting to land a critical threat with the glass bottle... Miagnik is calmly walking 10 feet down to E-17 and is hurling the glass vial down at the Hobgoblin.
And that is a critical hit. He is now covered in vegetable oil. Does that do any damage? Improvised weapon maybe? He was actually trying to smash the glass in his face.
Day 7, Late Morning, 3/56 (Current Turn/Turn of the Clock)
Round 5 wrap up
Rownig swings but the goblin dances out of harm’s way, but just as the little monster is about to laugh at Rownig’s failure, Widel catches him in the side of the head with a glancing blow.
Miagnik – As the Bugbear is prone (I know I’ve describe this creature as a Hobgoblin before, but for the record I am using Bugbear statistics, but he looks more like a goblin and is not hairy) I think a ranged attack against him would not score a crit, but I’m going to describe something that fits I think anyway
Hallister – I’m gong to use the first roll of that series, which is kind of funny being it is a “flurry” of blows after all, haha, and treat it as a hit
Hallister advances with determination, and is not fazed by the slippery oil at all. As he rains down blows on the fallen Bugbear, Miagnik slowly steps up and hurls a vial of nasty smelling oil onto the Bugbears face.
Looking in the direction where the oil came from, the Bugnbear’s eyes grow wild in fear as he realizes what must be coming next and he creams, ”No, please, don’t burn me, no. I surrender, you hear me I surrender. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” he tosses aside his weapon and shield.
The last standing goblin upon hearing his boss surrender, also drops his weapon and falls to the floor pleading for his life, shifting his pleas from Rowning to Windel rapidly.
I had made a comment about smoke, and I think that we are all guilty of ignoring it in latter posts, but let’s try to bring it back.
The smoke in the room is slowly clearing, but it still obscures some vision and is acrid tasting.
End of Combat Rounds
DM Notes:
Bugbear, AC 21, ff 20, t 11; m 20; F +2, R +4, W +1; hp 22, AT +6, Dam d8+3; CMD 16
GoblinsG2, AC 16, ff 14, t 13; m 30; F +4, R +2, W -1; hp 13, AT +3, d6
(GoblinCleric – dead)
(YellowG2 – dead)
(GreenG2 – dead)
(BlueG2 - dead)
(RedG2 – takes 8 points of damage)
All Group 1 and Group 3 Goblins are dead or have fled
Moralane has fired 5 arrows
Stephanie has fired 2 bolt
Yeah, I got confused about the fact that it's normally a ranged touch attack but I turned it into a normal attack. This works awesomely though.
Miagnik had been about to cause the oil to ignite on the bandit leader but as he surrendered and began to beg for his life, Miagnik stopped. He stared at the pitiful creature before him, disappointment clearly displayed across his face.
He looked up at the rest of the group and began to give orders. "Secure the room and look for valuables, make sure none of them are pretending to be unconscious. Tie that one up." He said pointing to the other Goblin who had surrendered between Rownig and Windel.
Then Miagnik turned his attention back to the former bandit leader if front of him and raised his fingers in a snapping position.
"You remember me? Yes, I am the leader of this group you see here. You are alive only by my graces at the moment. Tell me, what does Priestess Galinea plan to accomplish here?"
Gnome* Wizard/4, HP 15/23 (2 NL), AC 13 (T-13, FF-11), Fort +0 Ref +5 Will +4 ---- Init. +8, Perc. +2
Stephanie slides her crossbow back into her satchel with a sigh of relief, then turns to thank her protector, Atharessa. "You are a good guardian. Thank you for your thought, and for your shield." With that, the princess gives a slight curtsey, followed by an attempt to pin her hair back behind her head where it was out of the way.
When the group came in, there was something the goblins were gathered around, cooking it seemed. Princess Stephanie strides toward the center of the room to inspect the large pot. She tries her best to keep an eye on the hidden doors where some of the goblins have already escaped them.
Day 7, Late Morning, 3/56 (Current Turn/Turn of the Clock)
Little by little the acrid white smoke from the burnt webs dissipates.
When Miagnik threatens the Bugbear, the hapless creature spills his guts, telling everything he knows
“Galinea would raise an army of the dead, if the Dwarven Woman would let her. She is an abomination, that one Galinea and was once the favorite consort of the Goblin King, Vardrug. Vardrug and his Witch, Uthpah, have gathered a following dedicated to the Goddess Zeenthia, the All-Mother, and taken prisoner the Gorro’s of four tribes. Vardrug and Uthpah are on the next level below us, with their followers. Galinea was turned into what she is by the combined efforts of the Dwarven Woman and the witch Uthpah. There are more like her, but Galinea is the most powerful among them. The dwarven woman, her name is Omara, at least that is what I have heard her called. She does not come her very often and I have heard it said that she is in league with a powerful Knight of the Dwarven Empire. It was she who raised the Vampire Queen, or so it is said, but Galinea has also said that the Vampire Queen has always been here, for hundreds of years, waiting and gathering her followers. Galinea is afraid of the Goblin King, his witch, and their followers, death walks among them, and Galinea cannot command them. She can be reasoned with, Galinea, she is no fool, but she craves power and control and will not hesitate to destroy anyone that she sees is a threat to her. She obeys the King only out of fear of the Dwarven woman. That is all I know about them. About this place I will tell you that I, and no Goblin I know has ever ventured as deep as the fifth level, deep, deep down it lies, and it is where the Vampire Queen can be found. The King has been there, and the witnesses with him, though I have never met the King, nor his witch. I serve Galinea, but if you spare our lives, I promise to leave this tomb and never return. We have been starving. There has been nothing to eat for days.”
Rownig:
While the Bugbear goes on and on telling everything he knows, you examine the walls and other features of the room. You find the secret door, where the cleric died, and where the one goblin had escaped, and you can tell that it is not trapped in any way. But, then with a last look see, you examine the raised stone structure in the center of the room. It has a trap door, concealed to look like it is part of the base, on the north side. This door is only eight inches high, but it is twenty inches wide, and could be a drawer. As you examine it, you discover a thin strip of stone is balanced on the top of the edge of the drawer or door, and it is clear that this piece will fall if the door is disturbed, setting off some kind of trap. You can attempt to disarm the trap if you wish.
Miagnik:
You know the names of this Goblin King, Vardrug and his witch, Uthpah, but they are dead! They have been dead for over fifty years (Vardrug was a cruel king, and there was constant strife among his followers while he was alive. He is legendary for being known to keep the heads of his enemies fashioned to his throne. You have heard this name, Zeenthia, but your research into the Goblin Gods of long ago has revealed that she does not exist, and you are certain that this name is made up by someone, probably a Goblin Cleric looking to start a new religion. It has been common, in the past, for Goblin Clerics to make up names for Goblin Gods when they are in reality the followers of the most vile and evil of the Goblin Gods in order to lead Goblins astray. The two most prevalent Gods worshipped in this way are, Rath’Zeen, a six-armed Goblin Spider-Queen who is the Goddess of Discord and Chaos, and Nas’Kolgag, the Goblin God of the Lost Dead (Goblins that have died but are denied proper burial rights, these become angry spirits who torture animals in the night, and bring bad dreams, Nas’Kolgag is the most powerful of these spirits and is worshipped as a God by some Goblins, and is an enemy of the Goblin God, Haav’Threen, who is a Shepherdes of Lost Souls and a companion deity to Mafolin, the Dwarven Helmsmen of the Dead (both are Gods that are not Evil, but are representations of the power to bring the spirits of the dead to the proper afterlife as understood as Karuk, the concept of Death shared by all races of the world). Haav’Threen is a Ghostly Goblin Girl, she is pale and tall, and she leads Goblins who have been buried correctly to the Goblin Afterlife. In your training as a follower of Mafolin, and other proper death Rites, you have been taught to report any activity you find of followers of Nas’Kolgag. Nas’Kolgag is represented as a skeletal Goblin-Spider like creature with four arms, four legs, and two heads, each watching in opposite directions at the same time, always looking for the lost dead.
Mazrim:
As the party takes the prisoners you follow Rownig around the room. When you are near the secret door where the goblin cleric died trying to escape, you hear the whine of an animal in distress.
Atharessa blushes, when the Princess thanks her, and seems to stand a little taller.
Princess Stephanie:
The cauldron hanging over a small pile of glowing, red-hot coals is a stew. It is brown, thick, and lumpy, and a dwarven foot floats on the surface. When the Bugbear mentions the Goblin King by name, Vardug, you are insulted, as this is not your step-father. You are fairly certain that your step-father, the goblin who is the Goblin King now, is safe, many miles away with your Mother (remember your real father is a Dwarf, this is why you are a Gnome, right, but your Mother is the Witch who verified the right to be King of your Step-Father. You have heard stories of this Vardug the Cruel, he died over fifty years ago.
Hallister:
You listen as the Bugbear talks, and the only thing that you take note of is the name Omara! You do not know this woman, personally, but you have knowledge of her. Your order has investigated her repeatedly, and every time the investigation has been called off due to the powerful influence of Sir Guisse! This dwarven woman Omara, is a suspected necromancer.
There is a lot of overlapping and scattered information in the above spoilers. If you have any questions, please ask.
Miagnik listened, staring hard and ready to snap his fingers releasing the spark but eventually he lowered his hand. The talk of death following the false King and Witch, as well as the revelation of the group up here starving made him feel suddenly like he'd been a puppet. "Hmm, well you are just full of useful information, aren't you? But you are a fool, Vardrug and Uthpah have been dead for 50 years and Zeenthia, is a false Goddess. Whoever they are, they never cared for your lives. You were nothing more than puppets to them. A resource to stop potential intruders like us and when you died, whether you starved or died fighting, they would just use your raised bodies again!" Miagnik was beginning to seethe with anger.
He started to pace back and forth, his mind was working in a frenzy. "You were their leader, you knew some if not all of them by name. How loyal could your group have been by this point? Fear is a powerful motivator, but it could only hold you so long until you deserted. How many are there, and how many of those were fanatics? What of Krrthin the Mad? How dangerous is that one?"
He looked at the rest of the group. "Ask questions if you have them, I can't think of everything, myself."
Male Dwarf Fighter (Lore Warden 2)/Cavalier(hunt master1) HP 36 / Init +3 / AC 15 / Per +6
"A couple things, what's a Gorro? What does this all have to do with these tombs and this 'vampire queen'?" he pauses and looks away for a moment, "Did you hear something?" then Mazrim will cautiously move in the direction of the sounds.
M Dwarf Rogue 5, Init 5(7), P10(12traps), HP 35/35, AC 15(16), 13 T, 10 FF, Save F: 3(5 pos/sp), R: 7, W: 3
"Found sumthing of interest, 'ere" Rownig calls back. "Think it's trapped...maybe the leader should open it." He grins at the bugbear. "Confess up...what's the nasty surprise 'ere?'
Gnome* Wizard/4, HP 15/23 (2 NL), AC 13 (T-13, FF-11), Fort +0 Ref +5 Will +4 ---- Init. +8, Perc. +2
"BLASPHEMY!" Stephanie yells as the bugbear names "Vardug" as the Goblin King. "Lies! All lies!" Her cheeks are growing flush with anger, her voice rising in pitch. "My father is the Goblin King, not... Vardug..." She reacts as if saying the name leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. "And he still lives, with my mother to verify his right to the throne! "Take it back!" She demands. "You filthy treasonist! Take it back!"
Still breathing heavily, face red with anger, she pauses for a moment near the cauldron. She looks to the others, then back at the pot--replaying the bugbears last words in her head. Her voice is suddenly controlled again, silky even; and one eyebrow slowly begins to rise. "Wait, you say you've had nothing to eat? Yet this looks like a stew right here?"
M Dwarf Cleric 5, AC 18, T 10, FF 18, HP 10/41, I 0, P 4, F 5, R 2, W 8; +2 vs. fear, +2 vs. poison, spells, and SLA
Windel listens intently, "What of this dwarven woman, Omara, who she be and who is she in leagues wit'?" He scrunches his face and is taken aback at Princess Stephanie's abrupt reaction.
At Stephanie's outburst, Miagnik found himself momentarily entranced by her rage. Anger always showed what someone was capable of and stripped away all pretensions that usually masked those who lived in polite society.
When she spoke calmly again, he regained his ability to move. Then as she was looking at the cooking pot, Miagnik suddenly realized what she might do and decided he couldn't let her do that just yet. So he quickly stepped up to her and grabbed her hand.
In a harsh whisper he spoke, "Stephanie, I know what you're thinking. He is a fool but he is also a source of information. Don't let your anger rule your actions."
Gnome* Wizard/4, HP 15/23 (2 NL), AC 13 (T-13, FF-11), Fort +0 Ref +5 Will +4 ---- Init. +8, Perc. +2
"Then speak the truth, traitor." Her voice growls slightly as she tries to maintain composure. Stephanie's hand stalls near the cauldron, measuring Miagnik's and Rownig's words. "Or I guarantee you'll have enough food to last the rest of your miserable life."
With so many demands coming at him at once, the Bugbear, begins to shake with fear. More than once he opens his mouth to speak, but then slams it shut when another voice shouts at him. Finally, as the Gnome girl approaches the cauldron, he shifts to his knees, and shouts,
“That’s all we’ve managed to put together in three whole days! Now, now, listen, listen to me, I’m telling you the truth. I don’t know nuth’in about this Vardug. I’ve never seen ‘em, but they talk about him, Galinea, and the others, they, oh, and Krrthin, gods be damned that one is insane I tell you. She’s a butcher, a maniac, and she has a following of five with her. They’re all armed with crossbows and swords, and the best armor we’ve got. They say she’s been blessed by the Vampire Queen, who ever she is, I don’t know anything about her. Then there are twenty, maybe thirty more of our kind to the east, and another group to the north, about fifteen of them, and they’re working on clearing out the other tombs. That place there, mister, the one you found a trap in, that used to hold urns for the dead, and we moved them out. We didn’t want to at first, but they forced us to, and we’re damned for that I know, but there are more urns all over this place. If that platform is trapped it ain’t one of ours, I’ve never searched it. To the west, is a place we sealed up, its overrun with undead that Galinea can’t seem to get control of. “
When Mazrim moves toward the secret doork, mentioning he heard something, the Bugbear looks the other way, and says, in response to Mazrim’s question, “A Gorro, the gorro, you know, the leaders of a tribe, usually three or five of the oldest of a tribe that make up a council that decides what’s best for everyone. They say that this Vardug has at least four gorro’s held prisoner on the levels below us.”
Finally, the Bugbear drops his head, and cries, It’s this damned place, this damned place. You’re not supposed to come to this place, my father used to say, and my mother said it was cursed because of an old legend about a village of murdering dwarves who killed some strange people who washed up on the shore after a storm, but I don’t want to be here anymore. You hear me! I don’t want to be here anymore. They told us we’d take back the island from the dwarven king. They told us we’d be an unstoppable army, but there’s only a handful of us, and, and,” he gulps hard, before going on, “The number of the dead ones keeps growing and growing. Please, don’t let them take these others, some of them were my friends. They shouldn’t be brought back to die at your hands all over again. I got no right to ask you, but I’m begging you, let me go and I’ll go to every Gobblin village around and tell them that the false king is being challenged right proper and that the revolution is a failure, please, just don’t let them turn me into one of those flesh eaters.”
Miagnik made no move to release his grip on Stephanie's hand. He wasn't sure what she would do if he should and he was momentarily dumbfounded that the Hobgoblin had actually stated doing exactly what he had been planning to have him do.
"Well, that settles that then. You have a decent head on your shoulders and I suggest you keep it that way. The information you have given us is valuable and I see no reason to kill you any longer."
Without looking away, Miagnik called to Windel.
"Windel, I'm not sure I burned many to death. There is still a chance some may be alive. See if you can't get them stable."
He then refocused himself completely upon the Bugbear.
"Now, you listen and you listen well. You are lucky that I happen to despise the undead more than I do you. You are going to take as many of your friends as survived, you will convince them to give up this mad dream they have, and you will all spread your realizations as far as you can amongst our people. Do this task well and there may come a day when I will honor your name. Lie and suffer a fate worse than you can know."
M Dwarf Cleric 5, AC 18, T 10, FF 18, HP 10/41, I 0, P 4, F 5, R 2, W 8; +2 vs. fear, +2 vs. poison, spells, and SLA
He frowns in the little one's direction. "Praggul Strongfist is seen as THE God of War. I put the enemy down, I don't tend to heal 'em. You can waste your abilities but I'll be savin' my divine blessings for those worthy."
Miagnik blinked when he heard Windel's outright refusal to do as he had said. He had felt triumphant, a burning fire of victory over the enemy's they had just dispatched, and Windel had just thrown a bucket of cold water over that feeling.
He thought about arguing with the Dwarf, he hadn't meant to have him use his magics healing their recent enemies. Merely to use his mundane skills to stop their death. But no, that would be both time consuming and make Miagnik look far less imposing.
Slow and steady, Miagnik. Moving too fast makes Dwarves dig in their heels. Must build their trust slowly. Still, can't let him have the last word.
"Hmm, fair enough Windel. I do not possess any real skill at healing others." He looked down at the Bugbear. "If you wish to try and save any of your friends, be my guest. I hope you're better at it than me, for every one you save it will make your job easier."
M Dwarf Rogue 5, Init 5(7), P10(12traps), HP 35/35, AC 15(16), 13 T, 10 FF, Save F: 3(5 pos/sp), R: 7, W: 3
"Well, if there's nut'in to be 'fraid of with this sneaky trap, ya won't mind sticking yer big paw inside. Don't worry, if ya lose yer hand, better you then me." Rownig simply spins his two bloodied handaxes in his hands. "Besides, you had no problem eating a brother dwarf in your stew." He nods at Windel, "Brother Windel is not nearly as forgiving of one's crimes."
Day 7, Late Morning, 3/56 (Current Turn/Turn of the Clock
)
Working on a hunch, Mazrim searches the wall for the secret stone that will open the concealed door and luckily it is exactly the same as the similar secret doors they have already discovered.
With a push on the stone the wall slides inward, and away, revealing a space beyond. It is a short and low tunnel, five feet high and five feet wide, that opens into a secret room. There is a closed in smell coming from the room, as if an animal is keep here and it lives in its own filth. A quick glance into the space beyond reveals a small room, ten feet wide, east to west, twenty feet deep, north to south.
There is a Dog and a caged Goblin female in this room. The Dog appears to be weak, and whines pitifully, while the Goblin female stares back at Mazrim with intense eyes.
Atharessa hauls the Bugbear to his feet and drags him over to Rownig.
”Wait!” The Bug bear cries, as Rownig explains that he wants the big Goblin to open the trap. ”I don’t know anything about this trap, but I’ve heard that these traps sometimes release poison gasses that fill the room. Maybe there’s something that can be done to check it for that kind of trap.
With this new information, Rowning examines the drawer closer, and he can see that the trap mechanism is attached to fine metal wires, and could be connected to devices set all around the platform.
“I’ll do as the Fire Master asks, I swear. But if you ask me to open this concealed drawer, I can’t tell you that I know what will happen,” The Bugbear moans.
M Dwarf Rogue 5, Init 5(7), P10(12traps), HP 35/35, AC 15(16), 13 T, 10 FF, Save F: 3(5 pos/sp), R: 7, W: 3
After studying the trap Rownig will attempt to disable it but not before he wets a cloth and wraps his face. Perhaps that'll give me a few second to scurry back if this goes bad.
Rownig carefully wedges four small pieces of wood into the upper gap of the drawer, and then pushes upward with his thumbs as he pushes inward with his fingers. There is a noticeable click sound, and then a spring pushes the front of the drawer outward and down, revealing a metal handle on a box that can be withdrawn from the base of the pedestal.
Miagnik walked over when Mazrim had called to him, he looked at the Goblin trapped in the cage and tried to identify her.
K. Nobility:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 And botched.
Nothing immediately jumped to his mind upon seeing her, but that didn't mean she wasn't important. "It's likely she was one of those taken prisoner along with Stephanie. She's in a cage after all and not dead, so she's important. Stephanie, do you recognize her?"
No hint of the usual respect for one far above his social station was present in Miagnik's voice. He regarded Princess Stephanie as easily as one would a good friend.
Gnome* Wizard/4, HP 15/23 (2 NL), AC 13 (T-13, FF-11), Fort +0 Ref +5 Will +4 ---- Init. +8, Perc. +2
Stephanie hears a familiar voice from the secret corridor. Here eyebrows pressed, but eyes wide in shock, she looks around quickly at the others searching for confirmation that it might be who she suspects it is. As could have been predicted, no one shared her shock as no one seemed to recognize that voice. So Stephanie rushes into the room.
It's too dark for her to see anything yet, though the smell is overwhelming. She quickly covers her mouth and nose with the sleeve of her robes and waits for her eyes to adjust. There's no need to wait, however, as she hears the voice once again out of the darkness.
Melodak wrote:
"Stephanie."
"Sister!" Stephanie exclaims. She can now see the dark outline of the cages, as her eyes desperately grasp at any light they can find. "We must free her. Is she ok?!" Stephanie turns frantically to Miagnik, concern plastered across her face. "Is my sister ok?"
"Sister!" Stephanie exclaims. She can now see the dark outline of the cages, as her eyes desperately grasp at any light they can find. "We must free her. Is she ok?!" Stephanie turns frantically to Miagnik, concern plastered across her face. "Is my sister ok?"
"Stephanie. I am as well as can be expected after being locked in a cage for gods know how long. Get ahold of yourself and get me out"
Gnome* Wizard/4, HP 15/23 (2 NL), AC 13 (T-13, FF-11), Fort +0 Ref +5 Will +4 ---- Init. +8, Perc. +2
"That's what I'm doing!" The concern in her voice now replaced by the tone of sibling bickering. "My friends will have you out shortly." is her last huff, before a reluctant and subdued: "I'm glad you're ok."
Then turning back out from the room, Stephanie seems to recall something. "My Whiskey." She recalls. "He should be here as well, I felt it!"
"We must free her. Is she ok?!" Stephanie turns frantically to Miagnik, concern plastered across her face. "Is my sister ok?"
He hadn't seen her like this before, Stephanie was usually calm and collected but not at the moment. He was about to reassure her they would have her out soon when Melodak cut in first.
Melodak wrote:
"Stephanie. I am as well as can be expected after being locked in a cage for gods know how long. Get ahold of yourself and get me out"
Her voice is not warm...
Miagnik was not pleased with her tone, but he did think the commanding tone was sobering. They were after all still in enemy territory.
Day 7, Late Morning, 3/56 (Current Turn/Turn of the Clock)
Rownig takes a quick stab at the lock on the cage, hoping to snap it open quickly, but the lock is old, the pins and slot are rusted, and he fails. With a sigh, he takes one knee, and a deep breath and tries again, taking his time and having to use several small wedged tools to keep the lock steady as he works on it, and in a few moments it opens with a pop.
I applied a take 20 on this lock for you, as its DC is 24, and you missed that the first time, k?
Windel sets the long narrow wooden box down on the raised platform, and removes the loose lid to reveal a treasure worthy of a king.
Inside the box is a long handled axe. The head of the axe is about the size of tow ands, and the steel is free of blemish, rust, dent, or flaw. The axe head is balanced by a short spike that appears to be made from a different kind of metal. The handle is made from black oak, and it is smooth, lacquered and inlaid with fine lines of gold that make wave like patterns as they wrap around giving the impression of a blowing wind. The handle is thick, and seems unusually long. There is a raised ring around the handle much too high up from the bottom to be practical, but Windel can see that it is here that the handle comes apart. The lower third of the handle detaches, and perhaps conceals something within the shaft.
Mazrim’s tone and approach are welcomed by the dog, who seems unable to rise from the floor and scoots toward him until the rope stops his movements. It is then that Mazrim notices that the animal has gotten its right front paw caught up in the rope around its nexk. The animal welcomes the few pieces of food offered to it, and as Mazrim carefully releases its paw, the animal licks Mazrim’s hand.
M Dwarf Cleric 5, AC 18, T 10, FF 18, HP 10/41, I 0, P 4, F 5, R 2, W 8; +2 vs. fear, +2 vs. poison, spells, and SLA
Windel will cast detect magic on the fine long handled axe, "Mighty fine lookin' weapon." He then works on the lower end of the axe to see if his suspicions hold true.
