Rid of the creature on him, Kayne moves over to it and extends his hand again, once more spraying poisonous mist onto the unfortunate vermin. "Attend schooling, unlock the mysteries of the arcane, and for what, to get bitten by some horrible little cockroach with venomous mandibles, why in the Hells do I even bother sometimes..."
Flint again ignores his centipede, taking the numerous little, ineffective bites from the beastie as he looks for another imperiled ally.
He looks for an insect on an ally, Kayne first (but reluctantly, eying the magic gauntlet with worry), but if he is clear he'll go for either Morgrym and then Myna. Failing to spot a bug on any of them, he'll stop on another on the floor.
"Stupid..! Little..! Things..! Stop squirming and squash!"
Day 5, Tuesday morning, approximately 8:20 am (turn 54, turn 1 of 6)
A hammer hits the floor, then a foot, and then a spray of gas, and then all around the room the sound of the heroes swatting at their clothing, just to be sure.
All the centipedes are dead.
"Well!" Flint exclaims in the silence after all the swatting has ended, irritated. "Was all that worth it?! What did you find!" Flint says, looking around for the shiny dagger.
Myna wipes the centipede goo from his armor as he examines the hidden compartment from where the bugs came.
The false bottom is empty, save for some strange looking pellets that are probably centipede droppings
Myna closes the box up and places it hi his pack.
"Well that was all that was in there...now what about that dagger?"
"Well, I'm ever so glad that we decided to spend valuable time searching for treasures and discovering centipedes." Kayne moves to the chest and peers inside. "Wonderful. They weren't even protecting anything. Just there to cause trouble for greedy explorers." He sighs and turns to Myna. "As for the dagger, it may be of some worth given the jewels on its scabbard, but beyond that I can't say. It certainly doesn't seem magical."
Flint puffs out his cheeks and looks at the room once more, pausing at the stack of iron links. "Well, a bit of swag I guess. The threats could have been worse. Kind of a let down though. Where did those foot prints end anyway?"
He looks at the ground, trying to see where those dwarvern boot prints lead.
Just like we spent such valuable time, moving a donkey across a pit. complains Morgrym gruffly.
ay 5, Tuesday morning, approximately 8:20 am (turn 54, turn 1 of 6)
I am asking if Flint will agree to carry the torch
Once the monies are safely stowed, the group moves back out of the room, leaving Flint, with the torch, to examine the floor one last time
The dwarven foot prints seem to come into the second room, approach the chest location, and then return, and do not go anywhere else in the room
Back out in the ten foot wide passageway, the group stands in the heavy fog and decides where to go next.
"Where do the boot-prints go Flint?", the elf asks.
"Eh, just to the chest and back. They probably fount it somewhere and set it down there for safe keeping." He gives a disinterested shrug, as if he couldn't imagine the importance of this.
Too worried to be without his shield, Flint holds the torch with his weapon-arm. Flint eyes the remaining doors in this section of the palace. "Wanna give em a go over?" he says to Myna.
"Sure, just me a sec!"
Perception (Traps):
Day 5, Tuesday morning, approximately 8:20 am (turn 54, turn 1 of 6)
Looking first to the north, Myna remembers the doors that led into the large chamber with many small nests, and then he looks south and counts four pairs of double doors, two pairs on the west wall, and two pairs on the east wall. The sets of double doors are staggered so that no single set of doors is opposite another set of doors.
From where he is standing, peering through the dense fog, he does not see any signs of any sorts of traps on the walls, the floor or in the ceiling. However, the floor here does appear to be less muddy and covered with dirt than the passageway to the north.
Having finished his check of the hallway, Myna moves to the first set of doors (west wall) and works his way around the hall.
Perception/Investigation:
Day 5, Tuesday morning, approximately 8:20 am (turn 55, turn 2 of 6)
Directly across the passageway, Myna listens at a set of doors and does not hear anything. A quick examination of the stone doors and the setting reveal no indication of traps, but then…
Perception:
In a quiet voice, Myna says, "Shhhsh! I think I heard something. Come over here quietly!"
"Careful! Shh!" Kayne pauses dramatically as he looks around, then back to Myna. "Maybe it was a higher thought, dying of loneliness. Or just crying for help. Poor thing." The warlock shakes his head, but does approach Myna, although Alighieri's clopping is likely as loud as anything else in these dungeon halls.
Flint sneaks up towards the door, noticing the seriousness of Myna's tone.
Armor rattling as he goes, Flint nears. "What, what is it?" He tries to whisper, but the excitement of something happening makes it difficult for him to keep his voice low.
I told you fools I head something out in the passageway!
Myna hears a voice from the other side of the door.
Just then the doors swing open into the passageway, and several rough looking dwarven men come rushing out with weapons drawn, back in the room a dwarven man with a close cut beard, and a dark robe begins waving his hands and speaking eldritch words
Though they are surprised by the sudden aggressive bandits, the party is prepared for confrontation, and takes the initiative
Round 1...
Day 5, Tuesday morning, approximately 8:20 am (turn 55, turn 2 of 6)
Kayne leans against the wall for a moment and raises his gauntlet toward his face, as if to examine the runes on it. At the sound of dwarven voices and the appearance of the bandits, however, he steps out and draws his sword, then glances back to the room, from which he can hear the beginnings of a spell. "Take the warriors, I'll handle the mage," he says quickly, dashing around the corner and holding up his gauntlet. "Who errs wildly enough to assault Kayne Aetherax with their weak arcana?" That said, a crackle of lighting bursts forth from his fingertips, and the smell of burnt ozone and sulfur fills the air.
Morgrym will surge forth and take out a bandit swinging wildly with his warhammer.
[ooc]apparently too wildly.[/dice]
Myna moves in and slashes the bandits with his rapier.
Attack-melee:
Damage:
Dropping the torch to provide light from the ground, Flint draws his scimitar and moves to attack whoever is closest to Kayne. "YAA!"
"You're not the maintenance soldiers! You're not the maintenance soldiers at all!" Flint says as he harries the same bandit with his scimitar, locked to him in combat like a hound.
Kayne grins under his scarf as the eldritch lightning disrupts the dwarf's spell, wracking his body with pain. "What's the matter? Having some trouble concentrating?" The warlock cocks his head to the side as the bolts continue to flow between the pair, unleashing more and more energy onto the bandit mage.
Morgrym will go in once more swinging for the fences.
Then disengaging to a safe distance, preferrably around the corner.
Flint backs up to Myna, trying to protect him from further attacks, going first toward the bandit he was fighting.
"Can someone, AHH! See to the elf?! Ha! These [dwarvern derogatory comment] bastards are, Ya! Getting annoying, Ya!" he says, jabbing and slicing at the new enemy.
Kayne grimaces as a bolt strikes him, and his concentration on the spell wavers for a moment...
...But he maintains his grip on the arcane energy flowing through him. He redoubles his efforts against the dwarven mage, forcing more and more of the lightning through his focus.
Myna lays very still....a little blood dripping from his wounds.
The warlock grins evilly under his scarf as the dwarf falls under his magical assault, and he whirls about, lunging at the nearest of the still-living bandits with his blade. The attack is off-balance, though, and his rapier is parried by the dwarf. Still need some more practice, it seems. He steps back to adjust his stance, but pain courses through his body as a crossbow bolt plunges into his chest. He glances down at the shaft sticking out of his body. What? He looks up in time to cough blood just before the bandit's club slams into his ribs, and he drops unceremoniously to the dungeon floor, his eyes rolling back and hands falling open.
Morgrym will take a moment to cast Cure Wounds on himself.
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With Flint the only one standing over his allies' bodies, he realizes that he's going to be the next target from all of them.
"Morgrym! Hurry back here! I can take 3 or 4 of them at once, but not 5!" He says, grinning at the ranks of the bandits.
He then charges the bandits, focusing on the injured one (Green, yes? If theres one more injured I've missed, I go for them instead), yelling and hopefully drawing their attention away from his bleeding allies. "YAARA!!! he yells, like a swashbuckler boarding a ship.
"Back for more?" Flint says as Morgrym returns. "Let's take down this guy next, eh?" He says, focusing his slashes and thrusts at the green bandit.
Morgrym will leap at his foe, landing with a thud, as the boots plant into the ground he will bring the warhammer onto the top of the head of the bandit.
Using inspiration for advantage
If needed he will use a Warpriest ability to attack again.
if the inspiration still applies, advantage.
Day 5, Tuesday morning, approximately 8:20 am (turn 55, turn 2 of 6)
round 5, wrap up
Pressed, and desperate to save their fallen comrades, Flint and Morgrym charge their foes. Flint knocks aside a bandits hammer, and thrusts for a serious, but not killing wound, while Morgrym literally leaps at his foes, killing one bandit with a strong hammer blow to the head, and wounding a second, the remaining three bandits fight back with their lives
The two bandits with Crossbows, drop their weapons, and draw short, fat swords
Blocking one blow with the head of his hammer, Morgrym leaves himself vulnerable to another cutting blow
While Flint avoids his enemies weapon with ease
Kayne – takes 10 damage
Morgrym – takes 4( 7 points of damage total)
Myna - tales 12 damage
Red Bandit – takes 9 damage
Org Bandit – takes 9 damage
Prp Bandit - dead
Blue Bandit – dead
Bandit leader – dead
Green Bandit – dead
Round 6 Initiative
With a fury born of determination, the two dwarves...u,., the two heroes press the attack and keep the initiative
Gritting his teeth and trying to end this quick, Flint burns through his inspiration.
"Surrender or I'll not stop stabbing!" he cries out.