Palace of the Vampire Queen (Inactive)

Game Master Terquem

Taking 20 was fine.

Windel casts Detect Magic,

and picks up the weapon to examine it.

His eyes grow wide in excitement as a child with a new toy, and as if he already understands its purpose, Windel separates the weapon into two pieces. The lower handle pulls away revealing a slim, milky white colored dagger made from something that resembles bone. It appears almost too delicate for practical use, and looks ceremonial in nature. Then with a gleeful chuckle, Windel turns and tosses the axe, now heavy at the head, away from him. The axe spins through the air, and cackles with yellow light. It comes to a stop in mid air just a few feet away from Windel, and returns to his hand in a blur.

Hal hadn't said much for the last few minutes, but he hadn't been idle. As soon as the bugbear had started going on about the dead coming back to life, Hal had started collecting heads and tossing them one by one into the fire. The nuances of goblin politics and nobility were beyond him, but the gristly work of laying the dead permanently to rest, that he knew, and went about with stoic single-mindedness.

"Sister? Wait, never mind." he shifts a bit in an embarrassed way, "So, how'd you end up in ther?"

"Windel, I know he's not a dwarf but I've got no skill with bandages and injuries. Could you take a look at this poor thing. Kinda reminds me of my hunting hound I left back home."

Miagnik blinked when Mazrim said the word Sister.

For some reason, even as she and Stephanie had spoken, it hadn't registered to him who it was they had just rescued.

He spun and pointed, surprise evident on his face. "Melodak!? Melodak the Terrible of the Fox-Spider Clan of Central Balor! You'd been gone so long... Many thought you'd died!!" A wicked grin spread across Miagnik's face. "But no. You are alive, a hero among our people and now we have you free again... Heh heh ha ha, now we are so much stronger."

Miagnik was simply thrilled to have a hero of such high caliber among their group.

Windel is fixated on the weapon he has procured. Snapping out of it momentarily, "S...s...sure Maz, I...I...I'll heal allies, not the enemy," He glances over at the bugbear. He possessively shifts the axe to one of his hand then he motions for the pup to be brought forward.

heal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

He begins to remove a splinter from a tender paw and he puts a little salve on an open wound, while Maz holds him offering comfort.

Miagnik blinked when Mazrim said the word Sister.

For some reason, even as she and Stephanie had spoken, it hadn't registered to him who it was they had just rescued.

He spun and pointed, surprise evident on his face. "Melodak!? Melodak the Terrible of the Fox-Spider Clan of Central Balor! You'd been gone so long... Many thought you'd died!!" A wicked grin spread across Miagnik's face. "But no. You are alive, a hero among our people and now we have you free again... Heh heh ha ha, now we are so much stronger."

Miagnik was simply thrilled to have a hero of such high caliber among their group.

Melodak's smile is like the edge of a waraxe,

"Yes, many have attempted to end my life.... this group captured me while I traveled with Stephanie's entourage.... they caught me off guard and stripped me of my weapons before I could fight back."

Rownig puts his picks and tools away then glances around the room at the family reunion.

He's notices Windel's possessiveness with the weapon but remains silent for the time being. A valuable weapon fer a war cleric... suppose, but n'ver known 'im to be so, er...greedy, even fer dwarf. He shrugs and moves over to Hallister, "Any baubles or coin on 'em?" Rownig will do a search of the remaining deceased creatures before stacking them for burning.

He spun and pointed, surprise evident on his face. "Melodak!? Melodak the Terrible of the Fox-Spider Clan of Central Balor! You'd been gone so long... Many thought you'd died!!" A wicked grin spread across Miagnik's face. "But no. You are alive, a hero among our people and now we have you free again... Heh heh ha ha, now we are so much stronger."

Princess Stephanie rolls her eyes. "Oh please... she's hardly THAT big of a deal." She mumbles to herself. Then stands with the tallest posture she can muster and presses her robes neatly about her. "I'm glad you're well sister. Now do you have any idea where they've taken Whiskey? I sense he's still alive, though I can't determine where..."

The gnomish princess steps back into the foul room, quickly changing the foul odor about it with a wave of her hand. The citrus-scent that emerges is far more tolerable than the stench of animal excrement. She first searches for any other cages in the dark, then after finding that unfruitful begins running her fingers along the walls in hopes of finding something that could indicate another passage or cubby.

Miagnik wrote:

He spun and pointed, surprise evident on his face. "Melodak!? Melodak the Terrible of the Fox-Spider Clan of Central Balor! You'd been gone so long... Many thought you'd died!!" A wicked grin spread across Miagnik's face. "But no. You are alive, a hero among our people and now we have you free again... Heh heh ha ha, now we are so much stronger."

Princess Stephanie rolls her eyes. "Oh please... she's hardly THAT big of a deal." She mumbles to herself. Then stands with the tallest posture she can muster and presses her robes neatly about her. "I'm glad you're well sister. Now do you have any idea where they've taken Whiskey? I sense he's still alive, though I can't determine where..."

The gnomish princess steps back into the foul room, quickly changing the foul odor about it with a wave of her hand. The citrus-scent that emerges is far more tolerable than the stench of animal excrement. She first searches for any other cages in the dark, then after finding that unfruitful begins running her fingers along the walls in hopes of finding something that could indicate another passage or cubby.

"Quickly, does anyone have any weapon to spare?" Melodak asks coming out of the cage, giving a small, but significant nod to the dwarf which freed her...

Melodak great avatar.

"Plenty o'small weapons in that room...the dead ain't be needing 'em anymore. Perhaps, they'd be better used in your hands." Rownig motions to the large room.

Melodak great avatar.

"Plenty o'small weapons in that room...the dead ain't be needing 'em anymore. Perhaps, they'd be better used in your hands." Rownig motions to the large room.

The goblin heroine moves, not rushing, to the room and searches the corpses for a weapon...

What is available? Spears and or axes are favored

Day 7, Late Morning, 4/57 (Current Turn/Turn of the Clock)

As Hallister goes about the grisly task of beheading any of the already dead Goblins, he discovers that the Goblin that fell by the secret door (the Goblin Cleric) and two other Goblins burned by the flame of the webs and Miagnik's spells, are barely alive.

The Bugbear removes his chainmail armor, and leaves his shield and weapon behind, as he and the few surviving Goblins leave the room under Atharessa and Moralane's watchful eyes.

What is left behind are suits of leather armor, and suits of "Half-Chain" (a pieced together suit of armor made from mostly leather components with a few patches of Chain mail on the chest and back), as well as several small knives, four small morning stars, three small spears, and the medium sized gear of the Bugbear.

You find no coins on the bodies (apparently the Bugbear was telling some truth about the state of pay for the Goblins). But the Table where some kind of game was being played with clay tiles has thirty eight silver pieces, and ninety two copper pieces on it left (After the escaped Goblin had already scooped some of the coins up, remember?)

The Dog responds well to Mazrim and Windel as they feed and care for the animal.

Mazrim, do you have any questions about this animal? Let's treat it as a Dog with limited, 30', dark vision. When the party is ready to move on, and you have finished stating the animal, let's say it is still suffering 2 hit points of "non lethal" damage, that will go away in a few hours, but is otherwise ready to fight at your command.

The "Half-Chain" armor is small sized, light armor with the following statistics, +3 Armor Bonus, +6 Max Dex Bonus, -1 check penalty, 15% arcane spell failure, 30' speed, weight 15 lbs

The secret door indicated by Melodak is in the south wall of the cage room.

Melodak will attempt to claim the half chain, a morning star and a spear.

"I am ready for revenge..." she grins evilly

"Well then, before we get moving..." Miagnik turns his attention back to the Bugbear. "We should send them on their way."

"We got three live ones here." Hal says from near the door. "Better move fast if you want to keep 'em that way."

Rownig chuckles at Hal's comment.

Melodak begins stripping, about to change into her new armor.

and my sister is a princess

Stephanie scoffs at her sister's unbecoming behavior. "For the love..."

She considers trying to conceal the unlady-like behavior with dancing lights, but figures that might just draw more attention to it. It hardly surprises her, but it still shocks her.

Want to make sure you're aware that I'm loving how Melodak is coming together. That the disgust and frustration is purely on the PC side.

Aye....dat's more gobl'n then I wanna see, lass." He then takes a stuff his cheek with some tobacco leaves. "Windel, whatcha doing?" As he watches the cleric stomp a small spider near the corner of the room. Grinding it completely underfoot.

The dwarf uses the tip of the new dagger to scrap off the remnants of the spider, "Just killin' time." He looks over to Hal, "We ready yet t'git movin'?

"I thought for certain my friend was in here..." Stephanie pipes up, with a hint of controlled concern. "So I'm not convinced there's something we aren't missing here. But perhaps I will have you come back once we've searched a bit further."

I'll take this action now, I'm going to be gone for the day.

Rownig will offer the Princess one of his skins, "Ain't whiskey but it's a fine ale, if ya be needin' dat drink so badly." He then moves in to search for that hidden door in the cage room.

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21+1 if traps

Disable any device, if needed.

DD: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Day 7, Late Morning, 4/57 (Current Turn/Turn of the Clock)

The Goblin survivors leave and Atharessa reports that they did, in fact, leave the dungeon.

The group now gathers around the small chamber where Melodak was found and prepares to continue on. Rownig examines the secret door in the south wall and discovers it is neither trapped nor locked.

Are you all ready for Rownig to open the Door?

Ready as can be.

"Give it a pull...or push."

The newly dressed and armed Melodak is first in line to go through the door, a half grin on her face, spear in one hand morning star in the other

Rownig wrinkles his nose at Melodak's odor, "Y'might wanna take a brush and soap to that armor, when y'get a chance." With that he opens the door to let the eager Melodak through.

Rownig wrinkles his nose at Melodak's odor, "Y'might wanna take a brush and soap to that armor, when y'get a chance." With that he opens the door to let the eager Melodak through.

Pushing past Rownig, the gobliness sneers, when I was locked up in a dungeon, my captors didn't bring me soap so I would smell pretty for you...

what's the room look like

why does it keep defaulting to DK? That last post should be Melodak

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Day 7, Late Morning, 4/57 (Current Turn/Turn of the Clock)

Rownig triggers the stone that opens the secret door, and Melodak, being impatient, forces her way through the opening before the door has completely cleared the wall.

Beyond the door is a small space, only 10 foot by 10 foot in dimensions, and the floor and walls have an unfinished look to them (perhaps this is a more recent addition to the layout). On the south wall hand several lengths of heavy rope, and a few short lengths of chain, otherwise the room is empty.

The Dog with Mazrim begins to whine, quietly.

As a few of the dwarves slowly enter the room they all notice another secret door, this one is not well concealed as the others, in the east wall toward the south end of the wall.

"I knew this place had hidden rooms, but this is far more than I expected."

"I knew this place had hidden rooms, but this is far more than I expected."

"We have to hurry...because quite honestly... I can't wait to leave this place..."

Her jagged teeth are bared in a grin like a wild animal

Rowng gives the concealed door a look.

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
+1 if trapped

disable device, if necessary: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"Ye may be eager t'git through but caution never hurt anyone." As he opens the door for Melodak.

Earlier

With an eyebrow raised, Stephanie then smirks at Rownig. "I'm sure it is." She replies with a soft confidence. "Perhaps later. I have rather specific tastes, however."

Present

A slight squeel escapes the Princess' pressed lips. "He's close..." she whispers. "But he seems bound. Do be careful as you proceed."

So did we just leave the unconscious goblins behind then? That's a little dark, even for Hal, given what we've learned from the Bugbear.

Did Windle's last Channel hit the survivors?

Before they'd left, Hal had done his best to make sure the wounded wouldn't die, but keeping things alive was a whole lot different than keeping things dead.

He had set the bugbear to caring for them, telling the big furry fellow what to do if they didn't make it.

Not knowing what else to do, he followed the others, sticking close to the front of the group near Rownig.

Those goblins that survived, walked out with the Bugbear, and those that didn't lost their heads to Hallister's thoroughness

Windel would not have healed the goblins. He is LN, He believes in order he has no use for anything that tried to attack the party, regardless of their changed employer. He is very law and order like.

I totally get that, Windel. If the Goblins, regardless of how some Goblins have presented themselves as pawns in this struggle, are opposed to the rule of the Dwarven King, and Windel sees them as revolutionaries with an illigitimate claim, then I can see that he would not heal them.

handle animal?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8To figure out why the dogs whining(fear/danger/excitement/etc)
"So many secret passages but why? I don't know about goblins but so far none of theses hidden doors have been a challenge for dwarven eyes."

"Well, it is a tomb for the noble families and royalty of Goblins after all. It is possible that Dwarves were not expected to show interest in such a place."

Day 7, Late Morning, 4/57 (Current Turn/Turn of the Clock)

Mazrim cannot tell what it is that is making the dog whine, but the animal seems reluctant to go in the direction that everyone is headed.

When the secret door is opened, a short narrow hall extends to the east, and then opens into a room that extends toward the north. Melodak and Rownig creep forward when they hear a soft, non threatening kind of “munching” sound coming from around the corner. When the two of them peer around the corner, to the north, a strange creature is seen standing at the far end of the room.

It, at first, appears to be a large pig, or some other domestic animal, but no, not at all, as it turns in place you can see that it is almost insect like, with spindly legs and a fat armored body. It has a long prehensile tail that ends in two “fins”. Its head is a cross between a lobster (common in the waters north of the island) and a goat. On top of its head are two long antennae that end in feathery appendages.
The creature has its head down near the floor and appears to be “eating” a pile of silver and copper coins.

The room is 10’ wide from east to west, and 25’ deep from south to north, you have entered in the southern most section of the west wall and after a 5’ “entrance way” the room opens toward the north, I’ll try to update the map tonight

Oh look, one of an adventurers and often more specifically the Dwarves most hated enemies. Go to it those with K. Dungeoneering.

knowledge nature?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

"What the crud?" Hal says, lifting a bushy eyebrow at the odd creature.

know dung: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

The bushy unibrow bunches up as he holds up his hand to signal for the party to stop. Odd looking thing. Don't like this one bit....nope.

"Does anyone have an idea what that is....?" Melodak whispers...

if its hostile I'll brain it

Stephanie likewise reaches into her pockets, fumbling for components. The creature looks hideous, which might be reason enough to exterminate it. But in her maturity, she knows better than to judge purely on such superficial conditions. She tries to work her way toward the front of the group... (is this possible? Are we in the room now?)

Readied Action: Color Spray, if it turns upon the group.