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"Still alive in there, Mr. Yates? Mr. Gornn? It's not like Mr. Yates to be quiet for so long. Maybe he's dead."
"SHeesh, yew too? I'm just dustin' off. I mean, scouting ahead." Comes the snarky reply, dripping with wounded pride.
"It's safe. All you brave warrior-types can come on in. Ol' Ash has cleared the way for ya." Geygar drawls, once more in full command of his own self-awesomeness.
"Well done, Mr. Yates. And Mr. Gorn? Before you shove Mr. Yates through another skull door, be certain you can keep him alive. After all, we rely on him to find traps and keep us safe from drow trickery. If he does, someone else will need to take his place, and that someone might not be so skilled. The worse our trapfinding becomes, the less our chance of surviving this and obtaining your freedom. So take care of him, because we're stronger together." She ponders a moment. "If it helps, remember that the more of us there are, the more targets the enemy has to choose from and the lower the chance they will choose you. It's in your interest to endure Mr. Yates for this short time in return for a lifetime without him."
Chandi follows the other into the skull room.
Atma purses her lips and taps her cheek at Chandi's words, pondering. She glances through the door at the elf. Her finger switches to tapping one of her rather pointy incisors and one eyebrow lifts consideringly. For a moment, her clothes suddenly change to resemble an executioner's garb and a large axe made of void energy appears in her opposite hand before dissolving back into her normal gothic black dress.
She lets out a farumph sigh blowing a silver bang up and away with an annoyed expression.
"I think you ruin a lot of things that promise to be so much fun, Lady Blue," the young dhampir says petulantly.
Ash smirks at Atma as she joins them in the Skull room.
"There's fun, and then there's FUN little Lady. I'll choose the one that let's me enjoy it longest. Preferably with company." He flashes a predatory grin of his own at the vampiric woman.
Yeah, Ash might have missed the little display of Playing Executioner. He does tend to have a one track mind it seems.
Usually centered on himself.
Mareth stares at Chandi for a while out of his featureless helmet, then turns and continues down the hall.
Myth waits near Chandi, when she enters the hall, so does he.
Around the bend of the hallway there is a door on the left, and one on the right. About 20 meters down the corridor the top of a set of stairs leading downwards can be seen
Ash winks as Chandi as she enters.
"Don't worry Ms. Blue. Ash'll take care of yew." He says, deliberately reaching for the rhyme. Geygar then prowls ahead towards teh two doors, eyes scanning side to side, looking for the tell-tale signs that even the best trapsmiths leave behind.
As Kanir follows along, he begins idly cleaning his fingernails with a dagger.
Ash winks as Chandi as she enters.
"Don't worry Ms. Blue. Ash'll take care of yew." He says, deliberately reaching for the rhyme. Geygar then prowls ahead towards teh two doors, eyes scanning side to side, looking for the tell-tale signs that even the best trapsmiths leave behind.
The two doors in this stretch of hallway continue the skull and demon motif. The hall smells of old death: Corpses gone to dust long ago, with just a ghost of their charnel stench lingering in the silent hall. Ash sees no traps, but he does notice that there are drag marks in the dust leading to the stairs, and the occasional brown blotch of dried blood. Somebody dragged someone down this hallway fairly recently
"Trap-free, so far." Geygar waves the others forward to join him.
"However, there are indications that the area was occupied not too long ago." He points out the drag marks and dried blood spot son the otherwise undisturbed floor before them.
Myth remains near the Handler letting the Rogues and Warriors do their jobs without him in the way.
Mareth continues forward, staying a step or two behind the trap springer.
Geygar turns to the door on the left.
"If someone is bleeding, then they aren't going anywhere in a hurry. And Momma Yates always said 'Leave no potential treasure trove unexplored!' So,..."
The door seems untrapped and unlocked. Ash notices some chisel marks around the periphery. Someone has tinkered with this door previously.
Mareth will open the door, earthbreaker held loosely in his other hand.
Mareth will open the door, earthbreaker held loosely in his other hand.
"Hey, you got this, bud, just remember, you're supposed to say "knock knock" before you open it. That way, it's twice as funny when the other guy opens the door and you whack 'em in the head with that oversized meat tenderizer you've got there."
Mareth will open the door, earthbreaker held loosely in his other hand.
Mareth sees a short stretch of corridor decorated with funerary frescos. The corridor hooks right about five meters in
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Mareth bashes at the now open door twice with his mailed fist.
~KNOCK~ ... ~KNOCK~
Then looks down the death decorated corridor with his darkvision for any response.
the corridor remains quiet as the tomb it seems to be
Kanir arches an eyebrow at the gloomy frescos. As he peers around Mareth into the corridor he remarks, "They must have had parties here all the time."
Mareth strides down the corridor to a position where he can see around the corner.
As Mareth strides down the corridor there is a bright flash of light. A symbol worked into one of the frescoes glows blinding. Suddenly two enormous lions are occupying the hallway. One is in front of Mareth, another faces the rest of the party between him and them. They roar and attack!
Atma's half-lidded bored expression takes on a more annoyed cast.
"Why do I still not see any of the pointy eared juice drinks I was promised?"
She pauses and considers the lions.
"I suppose playing with kitties could be fun though."
Mareth hesitates, seemingly unsure as to what has just happened.
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Mareth hesitates, seemingly unsure as to what has just happened.
"Hey, bud, I'm not even mad, just impressed. You go get'em, killer."
Eddin hangs back for a bit, watching with interest, one hand on the hilt of his sword, the other on the hilt of his dagger.
"Anybody recognize that glowing symbol up there? I know I don't, but then again, I was never any good at reading between the lions."
The lion on Mareth swipes a claw at him. The second takes a quick swat at the gape-jawed Ash.
on Mareth
on Ash
Initiative: Lion brawl (opening round)
(base 16)
Atma: 19
Eddin: 18
Mareth: 10
Lions: 7
Already by the doorway, Kanir waits for an opening to flank the nearest creature.
Indrana had stayed with the group, bored at the lack of things to fight or screw, and was close to doing something very stupid when the lions attacked.
She realized what the appearance of the creatures meant and with a roar of bloodlust her body bulked up and she moved in to attack the nearest lion with a vicious swing of her scythe.
Mareth grunts as the lion’s claw tears into him. He rocks back, then brings his earthbreaker up into the underside of the lion’s jaw.
Initiatives (Lion Brawl) Base 16
Ash: 24
Chandi: 22
Mythaniel: 19
Atma: 19
Mareth: 19 [Hammer!] [53 dam]
Eddin: 18
Indrana: 17 [hit-if able to advance]
Kanir: 7 [hit-if able to advance]
Lions:7
Mareth's giant hammer-like weapon smashes cruelly into the lion's jaw. There is an audible *crack* as the earthbreaker deforms the lion's skull
[dice=Initiative]1d20+2
"MEE-YEOWTCH!" Ash shrieks in surprise, although as far as anyone can tell, the claw swipe came nowhere near touching the elf.
The lithe elf spins, turns, and gyrates, doing everything but a backflip,. (Although it looked as if he might have considered it once), and ends back in the hallway, behind Chandi and Indrana. He glances over at Atma.
"Hey! I found you a kitty! Play nice!" he smiles at the pale girl.
Ash turns back to Chandi and Indrana and whispers hoarsely, "Go get'em tigers!"
"I only know how to play one way," Atma says in response, both hands balled hiding the lace covering her mouth. Her eyes begin to glow red, her form is suddenly awash in void energy. She shudders as the power both burns and fortifies her petite body.
She thrusts out one hand with her fingers splayed and as before a jagged tear in reality shoot from it attempting to connect its other end with the lion before her.
Knowing her death means the death of the party and end of the mission, Chandi simply moves near the doorway and drops into a defensive stance, positioning herself where she can heal the bulk of the group by channeling but not encompassing the lions.
Myth moves into position to cover Chandi and holds. Indeed, the elf knows the Tiefling has endless swings of his hammer while his own magic is a more precious and finite commodity and judging from the condition of the Lion, it's on it's last leg anyhow...