Tadloton Merc Guild: Xanadael's Utopia (Inactive)

Game Master Shadowtail24

seems no. haha

Don't look at me

I'll look folks over.

I don't do locks either :)

Payk does, want to try to find and ask him?

Payk never showed.

Well the other option is Ursus does like his namesake and smashes the lock.

Ursus squats down in a linebacker’s pose and then thunders forward driving a massive shoulder into the double doors.

Strength: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Ursus' massive surge forces the door back and snaps the iron door handle off, leaving the double doors hanging open.

That was some feat of strength he said before casting a light spell on a rock and tugging it on his belt

so who wants to go first inside?

Ursus can lead but he's got pretty crummy AC.

Wow. He just blew through that door like it was nothing. I quickly reevaluate how much I do NOT want to fight him. That's crazy. I roll my neck. What on earth am I gonna do to keep up with that?

So who wants to go first inside?

Aha! Opportunity knocks!

"I can I guess," I reply, sauntering up to the doors and drawing my blades. I really hope I don't end up looking stupid in front of everybody. I flash everyone a grin and turn, passing through the broken doors.

Video card in my comp died, so my posting may be sporadic until I can afford to get a new one. I apologize in advance.

Very well then take this "Light" Stone it will help to pave the way he says handing over the simple stone that is shedding bright light

At the sound of the thunderous crack, Askrel cringes as if the sound physically hurt his ears. He keeps a look out to make sure the group's milling about doesn't attract any unwanted attention.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Very well then take this "Light" Stone it will help to pave the way.

I hold up my blades, falcata in my right and kukri in my left.

"Hands are gonna be a bit busy," I laugh.

"Well, maybe anyway. A little paranoia never hurt anyone, right?"

I laugh again and descend into the darkness, hoping he'll hold the light steady behind me.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

see, no need for such frilly and unlawful professions!

Varian casts dancing lights into the room then attempts to detect any auras about once again.

lets see if I can find anything shall we?

err, reverse the order of my actions please.

Vince leads the way into the mausoleum. A grand staircase leads down in to a surprisingly open room. A polished silver coffin dominates the center of the room. More surprisingly though, a cot and basic amenities can be found in the far corner. No one appears to be there, though there are humanoid footprints everywhere. There are also very large footprints in the back, near a door in the back that represents the crypts only other exit.

Hmm. I relax a little, seeing no one's home. I browse around, checking out the oversized footprints. That's not discomforting at all...

I walk over and check the door in the back.

The back door is what seems to be very thick stone consistent more with the walls then the front door. A push on the door does not open it, though no locking mechanism is visible.

hmmm. This is curious, not what you would expect. hmmm. a door in the wall?.... OPEN!

if that does not work XD

hmmmm... is it a magical door? trap door? lets see...

detect magic, infact. It may be best to assume I use detect magic constantly unless I am in a fight. If at a bar, strange man with strange clothing or nice looking weapons walks in. detect magic. new room haven't been in? detect magic. private room I asked for? detect magic. ;P

The door does not open. The mausoleum has no active auras. There are traces though, of strong conjuration that's happened pretty recently and several times.

Askrel continues to nervously and impatiently keep watch.

Bunch of women...

Ursus opens said doors.

It doesn't budge. Even with a hefty shove it remains closed.

str check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Can we take 20?

Not on strength checks. Though in this case even a 20 will not pass the check.

"These doors aren't going anywhere", the huge ulfen growls. "We've got to find another way around.

Have we searched this area thoroughly already?

No one's done a true search of the mausoleum. You can take 20 on a perception/search if you use continue the act for at least 2 minutes.

We're out of leads so we'd might as well.

Magic has been used here... strong magic, and several times. Lets hurry and find another way.

I don't know if I want to be here when the owner gets back...

take 20 for a 30

Your search yields little answers but a few more questions. Footprints litter the dusty floor, mostly of humanoid size though their is at least one trail of much larger footprints leading to the door and back. The sarcophagus itself is inscribed for Lady Oleria. It dates her death at just over 100 years ago.

Any signs that the sarcophagus was disturbed/opened recently?

No, it looks too clean, showing no sign of scratches.

"What I'm most curious about is who has the money to make a coffin out of silver?" I muse, "I mean, most any metal's gonna rust or whatever, right? So not only do you have to have the money to get one in the first place, you gotta have the money for someone to come in and polish it or whatever. Who in such a little town like this is runnin' with that kinda coin?"

I gently tap on the sarcophagus with the back side of my kukri.

The ping of the metal on metal rings out, loudly echoing around the tomb. It's interrupted by a tsking from the door, where Payk is standing.

"You shouldn't have done that, he's going to kill you now." The ringing ends but new sounds come faintly from the back wall where the second door is. The faints sounds resemble groans and grunts.

If I don't get called a fool of a Took I am going to be very disappointed in all of you.

Oh. S!#!. I grip my weapons tighter as my palms start to sweat. I slide to take cover, putting the sarcophagus between me and the sounds.

As much as I was thinking it when I read Payk's comment, its not something Varian would say :/

well blimey me. We might have some fun after all good job Vince! Why do you think he is gonna be able to kill us Captain? and just what exactly do you know, how do you know its a he?

despite his bluster Varian takes a Gulp and notices his palms sweating. He shakes his head and lets his pride swell up.

comon varian, Can't let them see ya scared!

HEY!!

he bangs the edge of his blade on the sarcophagus (not enough to cause damage to either.. just be loud)

then takes more than a few steps back as he beings to think better of that...

The second ringing stirs up the ruckus behind the door, but its soon apparent that nothing is actually going to happen.

Payk, both weapons drawn, sighs. "Oh well, woulda been nice to kill more of those things." He turns back to Varian, beaming. "Count Glavius' long lost love is in that casket and he's made it very clear that he does not want her disturbed."

Ursus gestures toward the thoroughly stuck door with one huge paw.

"Think you can get that open?" he asks the elven waif. "It's a lot tougher than the one leading in here."

Payk gives the door across the mausoleum a look. "Doesn't look like there's a lock on it, have you tried pushing it?*" He looks serious too.

The half-elf flinches and then springs into action, grabbing the lock from the outside ground and then quickly closing the doors of the mausoleum, slowing it for the last few inches. When it's closed he turns to everyone in the mausoleum. "Kathal's here."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

My snort of laughter is cut short as the rouge informs us of the incoming necromancer. I duck back down behind the sarcophagus, this time on the other side. Man, why does everything have to be so tense?

"We gonna try and take him or just... uhhh... withdraw?" I whisper-shout to the group.

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4

Ursus growls and crouches down, prepared to ambush the necromancer.

Varian smiles.

Really? well lets have some fun, I want to ask him some questions... peeking into his spellbook would be nice to.

A restless Payk finally opens the door and slips out, beckoning for those inside to follow. Outside, the seemingly-oblivious Kathal is strolling towards the mausoleum, his eyes on a thick tome. He is between 40 and 80 feet from each of the players. Those inside the mausoleum would not have an opportunity to charge.

Payk draws a short sword as he exits confidently striding up to the wizard, though keeping silent.

Vince and Askrel are up.
Payk, Vince, Askrel, Kathal, Ursus, Varian

Ok. So. Just gonna stroll right up to the crazy necromancer? Yes? Oh. Good. Just what I wanted to do. I cautiously follow Payk, wishing my palms would quit sweating.

Askrel will take cover behind the nearest gravestone and draw his bow,focusing it's aim on the necromancer. Takes another look at the surroundings for more newcomers.

perception: 1d20 + 1d8 ⇒ (13) + (3) = 16

init jack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Payk, Vince, Askrel, Jack, Kathal, Ursus, Varian
Jack is up.

Jack joins the others outside, hesitant to act but weary nonetheless.

Kathal finally notices the approaching forms and drops the tome. He fumbles around in his robes while stuttering "What are you do-oing here, this is a private burial site."*

Payk, Vince, Askrel, Jack, Kathal, Ursus, Varian
Ursus and Varian are up. Vince and Askrel, please wait until after Payk acts to start the next round.

"We're here to make sure you're not creating anymore undead to attack the town!" Ursus shouts as he lunges for the necromancer.

Grapple: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20