Do it, god lady. See if you can crack Monster queens hold.
"Well done Tegan! You are proving to be invaluable."
He gestures to the doors, "Shall we try the unlocked one first?"
He takes up a position in the rear, ready to leap forward into the fray!
Grek moves up to the northern door a examines it for any nasty surprises. Then he quietly opens it.
”My goodness.” Bartimaeus prods the remains of the idol and its two inhabitants with his cane. ”Thank the Gods for sending you with us Lady Tegan.” He bows to the priestess.
Noticing the goblin checking the next door he slips up beside him and makes ready for more adventure.
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Grek checks the northern door, finding no traps he opens it quietly. Though quietly is relative to a goblin as the silence is suddenly broken by the dozens of pieces of rusted armor attached to a rope clatter loudly together. The rusted metal grates and bangs together as the door is opened.
With the trap set off the group can now see further into the dark hallway that branches off in every direction.
At the far eastern end of the hallway stands a tall stone statue depicting a beautiful woman in ceremonial robes stands in an alcove here. The woman clutches a dagger with one hand and holds an hourglass in the other. Red sand swirls within the hourglass, moving of its own will. The statue depicts the goddess Pharasma.
"Woah there! That statue is a trap, placed to prevent non-believers from entering some sacred chambers beyond it. That's the statue of the goddess of death! Beware!"
He shifts to the balls of his feet, and looks about carefully before following the others into the chamber.
Tegan blushes furiously at the attention and praise. "Oh. My. You're too kind."
At the sounds of the goblin trap going off, Tegan flinches. When the clattering ceases, Tegan looks up to see the revealed area.
Another statue of Pharasma... A sunken temple, perhaps? Tegan remains silent, grateful that the dwarf had taken lead in explaining the new area. She grasps a handful of her skirt with her freehand, the other hand holding her glowing starknife. Tegan licks her lips nervously and looks at each of her companions, unsure as to what they should do next. The rosary hanging around Tegan's neck clearly marks her as a priest of Desna. She believes the visible sign of her faith will probably prevent her from fooling the statue.
After a minute of silence, Tegan comments "uhm, I- I think we will be unable to pass unless we show proof of our faith to Pharasma." The priestess stares unhappily at the hallway, unsure what to do. Perhaps they party should go to town and buy holy symbols of Pharasma? She doubted the stone statue had ears to hear a prayer - and what power would a prayer have if uttered by the faithless? Tegan continues to look distraught.
Gorotha scowls as they set off the crude alarm. "Let them come," she mutters. She stops short once the statue is identified as a trap and she purses her lips as she looks at it.
"There are other ways we can go. Let us deal with the statue when we have no other option. No need to fool a trap we can avoid."
With that Goroth looks to the west tunnel.
"Great idea." says Dufek, whose linear mind was totally ready to plow ahead foolishly.
He follows those wiser than himself and along to the west tunnel.
”Right ho!” Bartimaeus avoids the statue and heads up the next tunnel.
Tegan, not wanting to go first, observes her companions. If they proceed down the hallway, she'll follow.
Grek follows along, a little embarrassed he didn't see the trap
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This large sunken chamber is more cavern than worked stone, and the tangle of damp flagstones underfoot provides an uneven surface. Water and slime drips from the walls, seeping in through narrow cracks above. A crude fire pit sits in the middle of the room, surrounded by filthy mats of fur and fungus. The stench of warm, wet bodies hangs faintly in the air, underlying the smell of overcooked meat.
A 15-foot-high ledge in the northeastern corner of the room.
The pitch black room appears to be empty from the entrance.
Grek, as is his habit, and if possible, will attempt to conceal his presence. He has his sword in one hand, and his loaded hand crossbow in the other.
Dufek spares a glance to look over the shoulders of those in front, "What do you see? Something stinks..."
He stays back though, to make sure no one sneaks up on them.
Bartimaeus tried to hold his sunrod out far enough to illuminate the giggler.
”Come out this instant or there will be trouble!”
Gorotha stops as Bartimaeus shouts at - something - to come out and Grek slips into the darkness. "So much trouble!"
She leans over to Bartimaeus. "How many? Where?"
Dufek becomes uneasy and wary when Bartimaeus calls out to an unseen enemy... that is until he hears the squeaking reply.
He laughs, "C'mon out little one. We'll probably not hurt you if you do - but who knows what we'll do if you do not!"
Sure that made some sense somewhere in his head, he waits to see what happens.
"W- where are they?" Tegan lifts up her glowing starknife and peers into the dark hall, trying to spot whoever her companions are talking to.
Grek emerges from the shadows.
Bartimaeus steps slowly into the room, closing in on the young goblin.
”We are here to make Drakus heel. And we’ll knock his fangs out if he doesn’t. If you can’t behave, then I suppose we’ll have to deal with you too.”
Tegan gently touches Bartimaeus' shoulders and casts Guidance. "I'm right behind you."
Drakus is done, and any who with him are done. Grek will end him. Grek looks hard towards the little goblin
Your choice. Stay out of our way, or die for one who will kill you eventually anyways.
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Bartimaeus enters with Tegan just behind him. The goblin begins to giggle furiously as a second, more well hidden goblin pulls a rope. A net full of rocks high above them comes crashing down.
Several more goblins begin to cheer as they burst out from behind rocks and little cracks in the walls. "Drakus let us keep shiny for this!"
Dufek (19/22)
Grek
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Goblin Warriors
Goblin Pyro (Red)
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Gorotha (17/25)
Tegan (18/18)- need reflex save
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Goblin Commando (Purple)
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Bartimaeus (11/11)- need reflex save
Round: 1, Initiative: 23
HP: 17/22
Class DC: 15
Hero Points: 1
Resonance Points: 0/0
Weapon Equipped: None
Conditions: Poisoned (flat footed -2 AC)
Dufek double moves into position (double move •>>) and lashes out at the goblin with a flurry of fists! (•>) ”Damn sneaky goblins!” he swears as he attacks.
you are dead meat now!
grek darts forward and strikes
vs red goblin
You are all dead meat! he hisses, menacingly
Round 1
Tegan lets out a shrill scream as rocks topple on her head and lifts her arms in an attempt to protect herself. Her high-pitched scream echos in the cavernous hall, a testament to her shock and displeasure: "Aaaah!"
She looks up after the rocks stop falling. A small cut on her forehead begins to pool blood, threatening to drip down her face. "What- what a cruel thing to do!" Tegan moves towards the dwarf and throws her starknife at the closest goblin although she still feels a bit shaken.
Gorotha snarls as rocks fall, but thankfully nobody dies. "Save some for me!"
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Dufek rushes the goblin commando as it screams, dropping the rope. His fist smashes into the goblin's face, twice and hard, loosening a few teeth.
Grek clamors across the rubble and slices a few fingers off of the goblin pyro. It screams as blood trickles across the rocks. the screams quickly turn into a hiss of anger as the goblins leap in. As each goblin comes near one another it allows them to scuttle about.
Grek is surrounded and cut but a long piece of jagged metal.
Angered the pyro tumbles past Grek. Moving just on the otherside of a small pile of embers where a fire was very recently the little goblin drinks a small bottle and spits into the embers. Flames burst up from his hands, mouth and logs as it washes over most of the group.
As the flames die down both the goblin commando and one of the warriors are found on the ground smoldering and blackened. Seeing a goblin advancing upon her Tegan tosses a starknife at it before advancing. The starknife bounces off of the rocks, sending sparks into the dim cavern.
Dufek (19/22)
Grek (6/15)
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Goblin Warriors
Goblin Pyro (Red -9)
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Gorotha (17/25)
Tegan (15/18)
Bartimaeus (11/11)- need reflex save
Round: 2, Initiative: 23
HP: 11/22
Class DC: 15
Hero Points: 1
Resonance Points: 0/0
Weapon Equipped: None
Conditions: Poisoned (flat footed -2 AC)
vs DC 15 or 12hp burning
Dufek yelps like a trod-upon puppy as his flesh and hair burns.
He shifts into tiger stance (•>) and flurries on the goblin next to him (green).
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(extra)
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Bartimaeus dives aside, partially avoiding some rocks, then ducks under the brunt of a blast of fire. ”Gah! You’ll pay for that!”
Assuming a martial stance, he moves in and kicks out twice at the closest goblin.
agile weapon
Grek slashes wildly at the moving pyro.
Roaring with rage, Gorotha charges down the hallway, bringing up her axe and launching into the first goblin.
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Gorotha rages down the hallway and launches her axe into the first goblin's face, killing it.
Moving into the center of the room Bartimaeus grabs ahold of two of the goblin warrior's heads and smashes them together hard. The sound of cracking skulls is heard throughout the chamber as teh goblins collapse.
Dufeka nd Grek move in on the remaining pyro goblin. The little fire goblin doesn't stand a chance as teh pair descend down upon him.
Dufek (13/22)
Grek (6/15)
Gorotha (17/25)
Tegan (15/18)
Bartimaeus (2/11)
Tegan notices her companions' wounds and offers to heal them. "L-let me help you with that." She grasps the rosary in one hand as gently touches two of her companions with the other. She avoids touching Grek, unsure if positive energy would actually aid the goblin.
This adventure is certainly not making me like goblins. Tegan casts a cautionary glance at Grek before looking away quickly. Tegan retrieves her starknife, thinking that her companions may be too competent in what they do. Although, it certainly isn't a bad thing. She stands to the side, not wanting to 'be in the way.'
Channel Energy Pool: 3 (+1 Char mod) = 4 (page 229 Heal) 4/4 used
hey! Healing would be nice.
"Be polite Grek. He's right though, I could use another of those if you've got it. If not, well, we'll struggle on I suppose." he grins hopefully.
Healed or not, Dufek searches the area.
He digs around some moldy straw, and produces a pair of alchemy flasks, a smokestick, and 10cp.
"Anyone want any of this stuff?"
Grek looks nonplussed at dufek's comment.
er. Could i have the smokestick, please?
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Searching the area and goblins Dufek finds:
The goblin commando also carried another softly glowing potion, similar to the one you found prior.
Stowing the gear Dufek peers in all the nooks and crannies, though the dwarf hasn't yet climbed onto the 15 foot tall ledge he does notice something out of place with the stonework up there.
Dufek (17/22)
Grek (6/15)
Gorotha (17/25)
Tegan (15/18)
Bartimaeus (7/11)
Dufek tries to identify the potion. He has the Quick ID feat.
”Minor healing potions?” Bartimaeus makes a harrumph sound. ”What has happened to the economy? I recall when a potion cured light wounds. They used to have a little kick at the tail end, as if the potion brewer’s looked at the bottle and said to themselves ‘let’s add +1 ounce’ just in case.”
Throwing up his hands, Bartimaeus goes in search of more goblin skulls to crack.
”I think we missed a door. Let’s go back!”
HP: 16/22
Class DC: 15
Hero Points: 1
Resonance Points: 0/0
Weapon Equipped: None
Conditions: None
Dufek hands a flask to Grek and quaffs one of his own.
He looks at the flask, "Didn't taste very good either." he mumbles as he puts away the empty vial and is ready to press on. As usual, he follows behind to guard the rear, always watchful.
Gortoha takes a little bit to recover from her burst of rage. After cleaning her axe. "Hrmph, potion is a potion. Good way to get people to buy things they don't like anymore is change the name and tell them its new."
Ignoring her own wound, she stalks off after Bartimaeus.