Sighing in relief Janiven rubs some grime off the walll to reveal one of the marks glancing your way to see if you're ready to move on.
"Whatever it is, it's magical."
"Whatever it is, it's magical."
1d20+7
"Then possibly something of significant value."
Rhys moves up to the edge of the cesspit, and attempts to get a hold of the box; he drops on his knees and reaches down...
With relative ease Rhys reaches over and pulls the box free of the skeleton which crumbles into a sloppy mess with its skull bouncing down the pile and makin g a soft plopping noise as it hits the water adn bobs in the water before being washed away in the waters flow.
Within the box are 12 pieces of gold and a pair of silver necklaces. In addition there are two vials that have been convieniently labeled cure light wounds.
"These magical, Calla?" He dangles the necklaces between his fingers. "I don't reckon we have much time to figure out what they do - do we, Janiven?"
He hands one of the potions to LeVash and pockets the other one in his cloak.
"No, the magic I was seeing was from the potion you put in your pocket and gave to LeVash."
"These, however," she continues, reaching out and taking one of the necklaces and putting it in a pouch, "are enchanting in their own way.
"Shall we continue on, now that Janiven seems to have found the way again?"
Edgar waits calmy, keeping an eye and ear out for any sounds out of the ordinary. That is of course not ordinary for a rotting sewer. . When the box is finally dredged up, Edgar smiles. "Maybe the gods are smiling on us. We need to keep moving."
"No, the magic I was seeing was from the potion you put in your pocket and gave to LeVash."
"These, however," she continues, reaching out and taking one of the necklaces and putting it in a pouch, "are enchanting in their own way.
"Shall we continue on, now that Janiven seems to have found the way again?"
Moving onward you seem to reach and dip into the darkest parts of the sewer going past even the small suface grates and exits into pitched blackness. Ahead Janiven stops and gestures for everyone to keep quiet. Ahead of you there are the sounds of a fierce battle. For now though you see nothing. Janiven frowns as each of you know that in order to go around you'd have to backtrack back to the chest marker, a dangerous proposition indeed if the hellknights are still on your scent.
"Don't like the sound of that."
Rhys keeps his voice to a whisper as he skulks up past the others, keeping close to the wall. He makes sure that the arrow is properly notched on his bow. "Wait here, I'll go check. As soon as I see the fight, I'll return."
He begins the advance into the tunnel.
As Janiven leads the group through the tunnels, Rokan tires to remember the route and the symbols, hoping to use them in the future when the rooftops unavailable.
When Rhys lifts the necklaces, Rokan's eyes gleam, "What do we have here, jewelry in this hole. Perhaps this whole endeavor could turn profitable, If we live"
As the group stops at the sound of battle, Rokan watches Rhys move off into the darkness, "idiots gonna get either get himself or us killed".
Once Rhys dissapears, Rokan wordlessly slips off after him, melting into the darkness
Well, serves them right...best go back and tell the others.
He starts making his way back to the group.
I wonder if Janiven knos the undead roam these sewers...
Calla waits impatiently for the two men to return, wanting to say something about the foolishness of rushing off alone, but knowing someone needed to see if they would be able to continue forward.
Turning back the way we came, she keeps out for any signs of pursuit.
Perception:
LeVash nods to himself as Rhys scouts ahead, Useful to be a half-orc right now, though he is somewhat surprised when Rokan does so, but simply shrugs, and mutes Edgar's torch somewhat under his cloak so as not to alert others in the tunnels.
Tapping his foot impatiently, Edgar muttesr "Come on Rhys come on...your ass better get back here safe or I swear to the gods I will beat the stupid out of you." Edgar keeps watch as best he can, constantly scanning the area, warhammer and shield at the ready.
As Rhys makes his way down the sounds of battle eventually fade and then stop. A few moments after, Rhys returns.
Rokan waits silently, listening for Rhys's return. Once Rhys passses, Rokan waits a few moments straining his senses into the darkness.
Rokan waits silently, listening for Rhys's return. Once Rhys passses, Rokan waits a few moments straining his senses into the darkness.
Nothing follows him. Except he might have passed gas. Maybe. Difficult to tell.
"Wish I got good news. There's undead up ahead - killed a couple of hellknights for us, though."
He glances back into the tunnel. "For all we know, they're heading this way. They didn't see me, though."
"Did you know of this, Janiven?"
His fingers are very firmly digging into the arrow's fletching.
Janiven frowns. "No. I had heard rumors of necromantic cults down here from long ago but me and Areael didn't see anything liek what you describe. A goblin or two, the Torbles of course but not undead."
"Well, there are at least two of them up ahead. Do we carry on this way?"
He shuffles a little. My patience is running thin.
"We need to get moving. If we go down and have to deal with the undead then fine. My hammer can take care of em." Edgar looks behind them, making sure that he hears nothing and sees nothing.
"For once we agree on something."
He smiles at Edgar. Almost too honestly. Quickly, he changes his smile into a smirk as he looks at Rokan, Calla and LeVash.
Edgar stares at Rhys, his face dead serious. "We used to agree on alot, but that is neither here nor there. We need to get safe before we deal with our...issues."
"Ah think you two should have your little talk another time. While Ah'm in a sewer ain't the right time."
"Janiven, do you know another way around? Ah think we might want to avoid some living dead that can rip apart a pair o' Hellknights..."
"I'm more concerned that this means they are already ahead of us, at least in part."
"I agree LeVash, though they may still think we're further ahead. between the blocked tunnel, the way we came, and the undead, I'll hazard the last."
Janiven shakes her head. "There might be a way around but we'll spend a great deal of time trying to find a way back to the path. If we go back we risk running into more hellknights. We'll have to fight, but that doesn't mean we have to be dumb about it. I'm pretty decent with this bow of mine though arrows honestly don't mean much to some undead. Any magics or skills about you that we can utilize?"
"Ah've got one spell prepared that will be useful in a fight against the walking dead, but Ah'm more prepared to go up against the living. Ah can hold my own with mah sword as well."
"Forward, then."
"I have my own means to shatter the undead. Will we hurry along, or do you prefer me skulking behind?"
Edgar hefts his warhammer meaningfully. "Lets go deal with the undead for now. As much as I like the idea of them killing hellknights I dont like the idea of leaving them behind us."
Calla looks dubiously at the diminutive half-orc. "We're already crawling through a sewer. False bravado's not going to make it smell any better."
At the edge of your visions you come across a room not dissimilar to the one where you found the treasure chest. Before Edgar can even see the skellies proper a pair of them emerge from the darkness with bony gore covered claws raised. He barely fends off a swiping blow from the first one. Janiven curses the wall of flesh between her and the skeletons and keeps Morisono away from the others as she waits an opportunity to fire.
Initiative:
Calla
Edgar
Rhys
LeVash
Rokan Hmmm you dont have your initiative written down anywhere.
Group Average:8.2
Skellies:
Group Average:17.6
Skellies go first. Order of your post will determine the order you go in the initiative of the group. Lemme know if there's an issue with how the order of people are.
LeVash pulls his shield up tight, grasping something on his bandolier, "Here in the depths, the ground itself aids our cause."
After dodging the blow of the skeleton, Edgar quickly swings his hammer in an angry arc directly at the one in front of him.
Calla pulls her sword from its sheath, and concentrates for a moment, causing it to begin emitting a slight green glow.
"Ah've got no room to attack, Edgar. Push them back so there's room to fight!
Rhys doesn't raise his bow - the thin corridor and all his clustered allies makes him uneasy. He peers at Janiven and LeVash, and then up the sewer walls.
What to do...
Rokan, Rushes past the others and dives past the skeleton, twisting in hopes of avoiding being struck.
"Excuse me , coming through! Hey, bone breat, out of our way!
With an impressive display of agility Rokan pushes through the group and slides underneath the the skeletons swiping reach to flank with Edgar. Unfortunately the other skeleton simply moves into position finding Rokan in a precarious position barely dodging a bloody swipe from the skeleton.
Rnd2
"Rokan, watch your back. We are depending on you and Edgar to strike true!"
Knowing all to well the precarious position he's in, Rokan quickly lashes out with both blades, trying to down the flanked Skeleton.
Edger glowers and tries again to take down the skeleton.