Fenn pauses briefly listening to the sounds that do NOT belong down here, "Wha' tha hel~, er sorry ma'am.. ", glancing over his shoulder at Bela'.
Fenn proceeds even more cautiously down the stairs seeking the sounds source...
"What is down here? Some subterranean Druid's refuge?", he asks to no one in particular...
"Oh, don't worry, I'm fine," Zabela answers politely.
Who knows, Fenn? But I think we're about to find out.
Speaks as though not even he is sure if he is speaking to Dervick or to no one in particular:
Already lost a good man in this place and yet they insist on rushing ahead.
Speaks decidedly to Dervick:
I cannae' go much faster but if you can catch up to them let them know Im right behind. Ill light my shield here so youll have a better idea where Im at. If for some reason you cant hear me clankin' that is
Dervick deposits the unconscious goblin near the door. He sheathes his dagger, draws his greatsword, and says to Jeseare, "I'm called Bosk, usually, and it would be my pleasure to help. I was indeed just wandering by when I saw this little troublemaker fleeing the area, and heard the sounds of a fight. I'm sorry for the loss of your friend. I know what that's like. I'll try to catch up with the others."
Minding the pit trap, he makes his way in and towards where he saw the others go.
The stairs lead down to the basement of the house. Several boxes, of varying size, lay about the floor.
Vines cover the floor.
Fenn holds up a hand to signal stop... as he crouches to regard the plant-like vines on the floor. He hold his torch near them.. not actually close enough to set them on fire.. but trying to see if they react on their own.
Fenn also pans his gaze around the room looking for any tell-telle signs of bones or previously slain animals wrapped up in the vines or any obvious threats.
Is the floor a stone floor of a packed earth dirt floor?
Turning slightly to address the party... but still keep in his gaze on the room he whispers..
Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Bringor looks around cautiously with his crossbow at the ready. Assuming he sees no threats, he moves forward to the first box and examines it.
Fenn examines the plants, but does not recognize the species. He does notice a decomposing goblin lying beneath a clump of vines. Bringor notes the box has a local coaster's mark branded into the side.
Fenn frowns.. expecting trouble.. but annoyed at not being able to identify it.
He decides to plan ahead... Fenn moves just slightly back up the steps and sets down his pack. Pulling out his rope he takes one end and wraps it around his waste and hands the other end to Jeseare.
Whispering again,
Fenn waits a few moments for the rope to be secured then moves forward sheathing his shortsword and drawing his longsword instead.
Fenn makes his way to the box Bringor is examining, Fenn peaks his head around the box to see what else is in the basement.
Bringor climbs up on the box as quietly as he can and looks around.
Greatsword in hand, Bosk descends the stairs, trying not to make any more noise than a large man in metal armor must.
Your fate child. You might be wise to ask your budding friend if she can sense any magic emanating from the room first. Dont get too far 'till you see me come back down
And Jessare goes to tie off the rope
Seeing the mass of plants in the center of the room Fenn again tries to identify what this plant creature is...
Fenn ponders the plant ... trying to place the shape of its frond and vines the color its plant mateiral.. and it clicks...
"Ahw Hell NO! Back off from the plant.. its carnivorous.. and dangerous! Its an Assassin Vine.. back off.. don't touch ANY of its vines!"
Turning to and Father , "Do we have any oil ta' burn it with? We can't search this room with that thing threatening tha' whole room!"
Zabela, remaining on the stair at Fenn's behest, detects magic in the room.
"Sorry, all I have are flint & steel, and torches as far as fire goes. Not a lot of use for it in the Fierani," she says with a low tone as she replaces her bow, and unsheathes her rapier.
Fenn considers the situation... and comes to a tactical strategy.
"Ok.. everyone ready a missile weapon... those that don't have one use one of the Goblin shortbows... we'll kill it with bow fire. Its probably too 'green' to burn properly anyhows."
Fenn sheaths his longsword draws his longbow and moves to take up a firing position next to the box blocking view of the plant creature.
"Everyone line up to fire on it all at once. Once we attack it.. it will start moving.. its slow.. but its got a long reach with those vines. You do not want to get into melee with it or caught in its vines.. it kills Quick! We fire, when it moves forward.. we move back.. keep firing until its dead!"
Fenn waits for everyone to ready a bow.. or he hand those without bows one of the collected Goblin shortbows to fire...
Bringor already had his crossbow ready, so he whispers to Fenn from atop his perch on the box. "Ready!"
Well I have this sling for a reason I guess. Don't think I've used it in years but I do suppose Abadar has no love of man eatin' plants so I don't see why I should.
Readies his sling
When Everyone forms up...
Fenn calls out softly... "Ready. Aim. Release!"
Bringor fires on Fenn's command.
Zabela looks goofily at the rapier she just drew, and trades it for her bow and arrow while Fenn talks. She then looses her arrow in time with the others.
[dice=Stealth]HA HA HA
Try as they might, the companions are unable to sneak into position to fire their weapons. Their feet constantly trip up and thorns grasp at their clothing. Only Bringor is able to get into position to take a shot at the mass of vegetation. As the bolt disappears into the brush, the creature gives a great shudder that is transferred through the many plants and vines that cover the floor.
A pinch from her scorpion familiar kicks Zabela into action more quickly than she might otherwise. She simultaneously thanks it and scowls in pain.