Hack grabs the ring, and he walks back into the other room. he approaches Countless and Bjorn. he holds the ring in his open hand.
I canna' tócnæwe what or who's been þiginge, but I did find this béag in the Ogre's gut. Look familiar?
Wesh says "Did rianna have a ring?"
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Siral casts Detect Magic and then enters the room looking about, concentrating, trying to find any magic that may be about. He glances at the newcomer that appears to be known, "Čini se da imamo novu brata Ralyip. Moramo ga dočekati." Ralyip cautiously creeps closer to the newcomer and sniffs him. "We are Siral and Ralyip, it is a pleasure to meet you." Siral offers his hands in greeting, holding his arms straight out towards the big man, palms up and empty.
Looking to the rest of the party, "Who's this Rhianna everyone seems to be talking about?"
Skane mulls the situation, still eying his brodir in arms, returned;
"Iss this the same hringur við took frá the viðurværi?"
At Krill's question, he shrugs his fur covered shoulders;
"I no not little one. This Holmstead may been gud place to lick our wounds und become one again... nei?"
Wesh says[b]" rianna was an entertainer that was traveling with us before and was Bjorn's, who was also traveling with us, wife and left when he did earlier" as if he is telling a story.
The fate of Rianna remains a mystery, even for her liberated husband. Even the the dead ogre's innards do not provide any readily available clues. The underground dungeon of the ruined keep remains dark, quiet and damp.
Krill chats with the two brothers as they take in their fill, as he holds aloft a newly lit torch, pulled out from his pack.
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Bjorn, seeing the silver ring lying in the palm of the stranger's hand shakes his head and mutters, "Nei, konan mín var í hljómsveit af gulli."
Looking over at the Shoanti and his proffered palms, Bjorn almost imperceptibly lifts his chin in acknowledgement of his greeting. His eyes hold a grim look.
Hack looks at Bjorn, and pockets the ring.
Sorry for yer loss, brother. I am known as Hack.
He approaches Siral.
Siral, anythin' migicky 'bout this ring?
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"It appears we have found something of value. This ring zrači božanske moći. We will attempt to inspect it closer if you will allow us." Silar takes the ring from Hack, squats down and holds the ring so that both he and Ralyip can inspect it. Still concentrating on the spell he had cast and on the ring, Silar attempts to discern its properties.
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Wesh says "At least that means she can likely be alive."
Skane takes a hard look at those around him;
"Seems there have been many laglegur glingur lost o' late..."
The vikingr spits in frustration, eying The Great Bear as he does so;
"We should find your vopn Bjorn... A true Vikingr needs naught but his vopn and skjöldur bróðir... Remember that!"
Bjorn returns Skane's look. "Fangið er enn sterk og mun ég standa við bróður skjöldur minn."
Looking to the cleric, the bear shaman asks, "Prestur Wesh, Þú hefur lækna að hlífa?"
Priest Wesh, you have healing to spare?
Wesh replies "Yes" and then casts a spell to heal bjorn.
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"Bogovi!" Siral holds up the ring, looks grimly at Ralyip. "We believe this ring could be dangerous to us. It is but half of a pair used to keep track of prisoners. The being with the other half could possibly use it to track us down. We should leave it behind so that the owner of the other half will not come after us. Or we should find some clever way to trick the owner of the other half so that we might gain it and any other treasure they may have." Siral pauses to think for a moment. "Perhaps we could use it to lure the owner of the other half, so that we may capture them and find out where this Rhianna is?"
Siral looks to the group, "What should we do?"
Aye, I'll carry it, if we want t'draw them out.
Wesh says "We do not know the numbers of the captors as this point so it can get dangerous."
Bjorn nods appreciatively to Wesh for the healing before uttering in a guttural growl, "Ég eldast standa hér."
So saying, the nekkid hairy man strides off into the unseen depths of the dungeon.
Bjorn receives the a boon from the stars and walks out, loincloth loosened to the floor, hairy and naked as he exits the cell of his incarceration. Unarmed and unequipped, Bjorn stands at the prison's entrance before surveying the remaining unexplored dungeon with a summoned orb of light.
Further along the corridor, numerous closed doors exit to the west, while a new passage opens to the east, in the shadowy light of the dungeon.
Krill reflexively holds his breath as the hairy giant passes adjacent to him. Seeing the hirsute leave, Krill summons the two brothers and prepares to leave.
I'm heading up, taking these two with me. I'll drop them off at Holmstead and dip my feet at the Joker. Any of you coming along?
Wesh asks "Should we accompany Krill" as if he wants to know what the rest of the party wants.
I say finish explorin' this place, then off to town.
Hack takes the ring and puts it on whatever finger it fits, then heads out after the light of Bjorn.
Bjorn spies the long line of doors to his south and stalks over to the first, attempting to open it.
Wesh says "careful it might be trapped."
Krill and the two brothers descend up the stairs, leaving the rest of the party exploring the remains of the dungeon. Krill waves farewell and replaces the almost died out torch on the wall with his own.
Bjorn's lighted hairy form opens the door to a small 5x15 enclosure, with rusty manacles on the walls and a partial right lower limb of humanoid origin on the floor. The remainder of the leg looks butchered with bite marks at various regions. The smell of rot is intensely pervasive.
Bjorn snorts at the sight in the cell and stomps over to the next door. He opens it.
Skane grimaces at the stench;
"Feh. One nei so lucky as you Great Bear..."
Betony will follow Krill upstairs enough to see them past the frog pond. She will then wave and return below to catch up with the others.
Krill waves back at the Brambleknight and leads the brothers back on the path back to Holmstead.
Siral remains back in the 1st room, seeking for anything missed over. Although his search was meticulous, he finds nothing worthy of note.
The second door Bjorn opens seems empty. A few gray and cracked femur bones lie stacked in a corner, cobwebs spun over them.
The light from Bjorn's body shines a new room to the east, with tables shrouded in shadow.
Wesh peers into the new room looking to see if any danger awaits.
Bjorn casts his gaze at this new room as he moves to the next in line and opens the door.
Skane trudges after Bjorn;
"What do your senses tell us brodir?"
As the search continues, Thistledown pads back in bearing Betony.
Thist's ears go up and Betony reins him to a stop. Sure enough something is moving down here.
She moves closer to the group and hisses. "Guys....Guys. Something is shuffling around down here....over there," and she points to the next room.
Wesh asks "Any clue what it is?"
Hack positions himself near the door and hefts his Greataxe.
The door further south opens on its own accord. Bjorn's light spell reveals enough to tell the shrunken eyeballs and peeling skin of the humanoid figure as it turns towards the group, moaning. It raises its hands as it starts to shuffle towards you.
Further noises from the room adjacent tells that whatever company you have stirred, it is not alone.
His head leaning forward, shoulders hunching, Bjorn growls deep in his chest. Arms akimbo, thick black claws push out through his fingernails and his incisors grow into sharp fangs. His voice deeper and almost strangled, Bjorn roars,
The shambling human shuffles on towards the party, choruses of moans fill the dark hall as more humanoid figures emerge from the room adjacent.
Wesh will move to Ab20 and then channel positive energy trying to hurt the unnatural walking creatures. while drawing his morningstar. [dice]dc 12 will save[/ooc]
Skane looks somewhat surprised at Bjorn's transformation, but then sets his jaw for the blod-work to come.
The vikingr raises his shield against the oncoming corpses-that-walk, moving swiftly forward to engage a foe;
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Wesh goes ahead, shedding more light into the dark recess of the the adjacent room, letting flow a pulse of positive energy. The channel barely pierces the gloom of the dungeon.
Skane rips apart the closest walking corpse, but the gaping stomach wound barely slows it down.
The doors of the few remaining cell open as more of the walking corpse stagger out, homing in on the party. Skane and Bjorn find themselves surrounded, groping arms and eager mouths for warm flesh.
Skane takes a heavy bone crunching hit as one of the corpse throws his whole body behind his strike, jarring the Northerner's liver.
a new map update after the previous map on rptools acted funny and had to redo the whole stuff.