MW cold iron Gladius (one handed)
He drops bow.
The ranger moves along side Stochelo, attacking the same.
Stochelo’s cut takes down the badly wounded zombie.
Grumbles, do you want to attack red instead?
Sure
"Damn it. I lost it" as Elduin shouts angrily. I told them to take this zombie first. Nice teamwork, he thought in his agitation.
Instead of his spell, Elduin returns to more simple solutions. He steps back and draws his bow, readies an arrow and shoots the zombie point blank.
Too late to prevent the zombie from disturbing Elduin's spell, Grumbles steps up and slashes a deep gash in its rotted flesh.
Meanwhile, Elduin steps back and fires. He has no trouble hitting his mark at point blank, but like Grumbles, he finds that the zombie simply ignores the arrow sticking out of its lifeless body.
Clayton sees Stochelo in a position and uses it to leverage his blows against the zombie, making sure to do it cautiously enough to avoid the incoming spores.
Silas floats back to the floor
and fires off another bolt of energy at the zombie he can see.
Clayton sees Stochelo in a position and uses it to leverage his blows against the zombie, making sure to do it cautiously enough to avoid the incoming spores.
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Stochelo already finished off that zombie. Unless you object, I’ll transfer the attack to the creeper after a 5 ft step.
Using cold iron and deadly force magic, Silas and Grumbles inflict serious wounds on to the lone surviving zombie.
Stochelo finishes his opponent and Clayton moves to engage the deadly plant, landing a solid blow.
The zombie (red) strikes back at Grumbles.
The Yellow Musk Creeper shambles back to escape the imminent threat posed by Clayton and lashes out at him with the long tendrils.
Heroes: 10
Monsters: 9
Hoping to finish off the zombie to free up the others to concentrate on the creeper, Silas fires off another bolt from his wand.
Silas’s spell slays the zombie.
Hoping to push the creeper to the wall, Clayton lets off a more aggressive attack.
Though he seems to not be able to find a weak spot among its verdant body.
Grumbles tries to hack it apart...
MW cold iron Gladius (one handed)
Elduin studies the creeper thoroughly and shoots an aimed arrow.
As Grumbles eagerly advances to engage the the yellow musk creeper in close combat, he underestimates the reach of it's long tendrils and earns a powerful smack to the face for his fighting spirit.
On the other hand, Elduin's carefully aimed arrow tears a deep, oozing hole in the plant's bulbous body, revealing that it does not share the zombies resistance to piercing damage.
Seeing the arrow work to good effect, Stochelo moves up and lunges at the remaining monster with his rapier, flipping his dagger over and drawing the longer blade with a flourish.
"Just the one left! Watch out for its tentacles, Grumbles."
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Even though Grumbles and Clayton fail to damage the yellow musk creeper, their coordinated advance distract the plant enough to leave Stochelo just the opening he needs. Nimbly dodging the flailing tendrils, he lunges forward to sink the blade of his rapier deep into a vital spot.
The deadly plant convulses and shambles back, leaking sap like a punctured waterskin. It give one last futile lash with the tendrils, then lies still.
After you catch your breath, you examine the room. Tucked in one corner is a chest which is the source of the magic aura Stochelo detected. The nature and purpose of the mysterious machinery evades you.
Not having any knowledge to draw upon regarding the machinery, Silas instead approaches the chest and checks it over for anything dangerous...
Elduin joins Silas in checking the chest for traps. If none are found, he'll open it.
"I dunno what this chest is for, but its the source of the magical aura in the room. Let me see if I can determine anything about the aura, and then we can decide if we open it or what."
Stochelo uses detect magic and concentrates to identify the aura he'd detected earlier.
The archer keeps watch, arrow on the string...
Careful examination reveals no traps or locks on the chest. Pulling it out from the nook besides the apparatus, you open it to find a wand, a scroll and two potions.
Clayton watches the spores melt into the floor. "Disgusting thing." Looking around the room, he eyes if there was another exit, "There was another path before, if this ends up being a dead end."
As in the rooms before, Elduin seems nervous and anxious to get going. "We need to find the end of this circus."
Where now friends?
Silas distributes the contents of the chest, handing the wand to Elduin, the scroll to Grumbles and a potion each to Stochelo and Clayton.
Back to try the door in the curved hallway cross wall I guess.
Clayton takes the potion and puts it on his belt, "Alright next hallway. We need to keep moving because we still have no idea what's going on down here."
Silas leads the way back to the door in question before giving a quick look over and then placing his ear to it to listen for any sounds beyond.
Your group moves back to the outer circular hallway. Avoiding the section with the agitated Grodair, you instead move further along the outer passage.
Finding nothing suspicious at the first door, Silas opens it to reveal a narrow section of hallway. About 10 feet along the hallway, another crosswall directly opposite from you holds an identical door to the one you just opened. On the left hand side there is another door.
Pressing his ear against the left hand door, Silas is just able to pick up the sound of sobbing and distraught muttering.
Despite Silas’ impressive linguistic range, he does not recognize the few scattered words he picks up.
Clayton notices Silas stop, "What's wrong? What did you notice?" When the spellcaster stopped moving it was almost always a sign to be wary.
He signaled the others closer.
I can hear someone sobbing and muttering on the other side of this door. I can't make out the language.
Shall I? Silas asks while grabbing hold of the door.
Elduin stands in the back with his bow rady to release an arrow, should the sobbing be hostile.
grumbles also has his bow at the ready
"Well, I would guess its another trap, but let's do it."
Stochelo draws his rapier and uses another of his magical tricks to recall his electricity spell.
Clayton nods and opens the door. "No point waiting around."
As soon as you begin speaking amongst yourselves, the sobbing abruptly stops. There is a brief rustling, then silence.
You open the door to reveal what appears to be a cramped storage room, no bigger than a large closet.
The shelves have long ago crumbled and fallen to the stone floor along with smashed glass bottles, rotten barrels, and other debris.
The source of the sobbing is nowhere to be seen.
Anything of note or just echos ?
"Uh...hello? Anyone in there?"
Stochelo peers in and sends in some dancing lights to illuminate the small area.
I heard you through the door. You sound upset. Perhaps we can help you?
The brawler steps in, "Are you sure this isn't a ghost or something fellas?" Being a superstitious Varisian he looked for those telltale signs, things moving where they shouldn't be and that chill.
"Nope, not sure at all. I would be surprised if its not some kind of supernatural phenomenon, to be honest."
"It seems to be just a storage room. With nothing attacking us, maybe we should take it as a win and close the door without more wounds than before."