The tower shifts slightly, but holds under Jrahk's weight.
Jrahk quickly climbs back down.
"Tower's a little unstable. We should get it fixed before some poor bastard makes it collapse."
Same here re: map. Which sounds better: Trap infested upstairs from yesterday, or the tower?
And you're back up to the trapped door from before.
Opening the door, you enter a platform. With MORE DOORS!
There is one to the north and one to the east, and you just came from the west.
4d20
Most of you notice the arrow trap on the northern door.
So, what's going to be opening this door?
"I vote 'not it' and suggest we send in a Summon. While standing well back." Daliya considered the door. "And perhaps behind cover."
"Yep. Have at it, Ixrul."
Gremory stands on the other side of the western doorway, aware of what happened last time.
Jrahk does the same, but in a more manly, courageous way.
In front. While flexing his muscles.
Gremory will wait, watching her captain flex with a mixture of enjoyment and surprise.
Ace hides behind whatever else there is to hide behind
Ixrul summons human bloody skeletons and has them open the door.
The skeletons are pelted by a horrendous torrent of arrows!
And dropped to the floor.
The other door appears to be blocked form the inside. It will take some seriously strong shoving to open.
Jrahk flexes again, and begins shoving.
Jrahk shoves, but the door holds firm. It does come open a crack though, and you can see what appears to be every intact article of furniture from the entire complex shoved against the door.
Sure.
Ixrul slips one of his Isitoq through the crack and has it look around.
As soon as he does, you hear a scream.
The Isitoq turns toward a man sitting in the corner, clearly terrified, with a crossbow trained at the door.
"Stay away!" he screeches, and fires!
The crossbow twangs, and the shot goes wild!
Oh look. Another baby seal. Gremory leans in to whisper to Ace.
Do you still want to set something on fire?
Ixrul calls the Isitoq back.
"Hold, good sir! We're not here to hurt you."
Jrahk looks at Ixrul incredulously.
"Yeah...that's right. We're friends."
Why yes! We have no intent to harm you.
The man panics even more as you speak, but manages to calm himself.
He lowers his crossbow warily.
"Who...who are you?"
"We're explorers ( ). If you do not seek to harm us, we have no interest in harming you."
I am but a handservant to the noble house Ainsworth. Oh we've had such a troubling time at sea! I'm afraid we washed up here yesterday and don't know where we are. Could we speak face-to-face?
Daliya watched in amusement...and kept her mouth shut.
"Noble? Why are you here? Did they send you to kill me?"
No, no my friend. We don't really know where we are as a matter of fact.
Quietly to the others.
So who has an idea?
This man is clearly insane. Give his reactions and the way his eyes dart around, startling at nothing, Daliya can guess he's a paranoid schizophrenic.
"He's insane," Daliya murmured to her comrades. "You can try and get information from him, but everything he says is suspect. He can't tell reality from what's in his head even if he want to."
"He's useless. We should end his suffering."
I wonder how his insanity will affect getting information from his corpse. So, what do we do with him? Gremory readies her pistol for more hot baby seal-on-bullet action, though not firing until given the okay.