"Either we take our chances out there or take our chances in here," Trom says thoughtfully. "Frankly, I'd rather we find a way to look outside without them being able to bite at us before open those doors."
The silence continues.
Catching the rope that had been tossed to him, Odd'n quickly unravels it as he ties into the rope a simple knot every few feet to aid the climber and ties the end to the grappling hook. Within a few minutes he sends it sailing throuh the air and up through the hole in the roof.
After a few quick tugs, putting weight on the line that was surely a little heavier than Gimble, Odd'n nods and hands it off to the little man.
"Goodluck! Knock twice, pause, then twice more on the door if you find your way to the otherside for some reason.."
"Sweet! Good throw, this should be a cinch!"
Take 10 climb for 16, if possible. climb if not.
The howling starts up again before Odd'n lets loose with the grappling hook. It seems the wolves are taking a break in their harassment.
When Gimble gets to the roof he finds the grounds of the monastery dark and what little light there is plays with trees and towers and shrubs to make shadows everywhere.
perception.
1d20+7 perception.
It takes a minute for Gimble's eyes to adjust, but when they do he sees a wolf flitting across the yard. The wolf has obviously seen Gimble and is trying to sneak up to the building.
The howling continues from the woods beyond.
"Got one trying to be all sneaky like! Rest of em seem to be in the treeline."
If he has an angle, Gimble readies his crossbow and takes a shot once the wolf is within 30'.
to hit for piercing damage
Gimble's shot misses the wolf. The wolf tears back 10 ft. and then decides it wants to make a run and leap on the roof.
To those of the party still in the room; "Out past the tree line? Hrmm, I wonder if whatever was making those thuds early chased 'em off. Dare we open the door and see what creeps forth? Gimble has eyes above us so if need be he can tell us when too pull back into the room and re-barricade the door.."
Mirrors can attack from behind me with them long stick weapons, others have magic or some ranged weapon they seem unfamiliar with.. I could maybe hold the line at the door; the big man chews over some thoughts in his head should things turn on them quickly. ..not ideal, but if I stay focused on keeping my parts out of any beasties teeth it might buy us enough time tofinish them off safely..
Turning his attention back to his companions, Odd'n calmly awaits their thoughts despite the sounds of commotion above.
The wolf makes another run and leaps for the roof again.
initiative
"Well, at least one pooch wants a halfling snack! I think I'm coming back down, post haste."
Gimble moves back towards the hole in the roof, reloading his crossbow as he goes across the roof.
The wolf tries one more time.
It runs, it leaps, and it lands on the roof. When it turns and looks at Gimble, Gimble could swear it grinned.
Hennie had considered going back to sleep after the noise died down, but she thinks sleeping is actually off the table.
The wolf makes a leap that looks promising, and for a minute it grins at Gimble as if she's going to make it, but then she falls to the ground again. Clearly she isn't getting up this way. She starts to run back towards the woods.
to hit, for piercing damage.
"Well, that one's running. I'm coming down, I didn't like that thing trying to jump up here with me!"
He stows his crossbow and carefully climbs back down.
Since things seem to be settling down, Hennie finds a comfy spot and goes to sleep.
"Finally! I'm exhausted, it's been a ridiculously long day!"
The wolves howl once more, as if to prove they still can and then the night becomes the comforting cacophony that accompanies a night on the edge of the forest.
The wolves kept you up. You can wake with dawn, finish here, track down the two other ingredients, and maybe make it back to Falcon's Hollow by nightfall. Or, you can get a full night's sleep but risk not finishing this all before dark.
Keeping an eye on the hole above and straining his ears to listen for any noise outside the barricaded door, Odd'n attends to the beginning of his 2 hour watch while his companions go about discussing their choices for the night, the following day, and what to do about the menacing presence of these wolves.
The little light that shines on things so deeply in the shadow of the mountains begins to shine through the high narrow windows and the hole in the roof.
None of those who took a turn at watch reports any further harassment by the wolves.
The door to the entrance remains barred shut from the inside, as you left it. The smaller door off of this room has also not been tampered with.
"Hey--did we ever check behind that door?" Liv asks through a yawn, pointing to the smaller door. "And did we find any mushrooms?"
Don't think so, we were to busy with the tentacle things
"We have not yet found the mushrooms," Trom responds, rising from the bench he had claimed. "There are probably a few corners of this place that will have them that we haven't searched yet. I think I shall follow the lead of our expert trap-finder moving forward, seeing as how my haste almost brought ruin on us yesterday."
You have a forge--a sacred one at that--on which to cook breakfast if you wish to cook. What's next?
"No mushrooms yet. We should collect them now and get going, there are sick people depending on it."
Yawning in agreement, Odd'n stands to stretch before rolling up his sleeping gear and fixing it to his pack. "Well, as the thinner mirror suggested we best get on.."
"Let's leave the way we came in barred, to keep any beasties out," Trom says, "And perhaps we can find what we're looking for in their." Trom will point towards the smaller door, but won't move to open it, given his recent near death experience.
The door to this room is firmly closed.
Plans?
Who goes in first?
"Allow me, all. No telling if more baddies or something worse is lurking just around the corner. "
Gimble checks the door and surrounding areas for danger.
perception
Gimble detects no danger, just a musty scent.
What was once a library is now a shattered mess with one corner being completely collapsed and dominated by a wide pool of stagnant water.
Thick fungus grows on most of the books that still remain on the shelves lining the walls. There is another doorway on the east wall, leading back to the hallway. The door lies rotting on the ground.
Opening the door with knife in hand, Gimble shakes his head and scrunches up his nose at the smell.
"Good news, no traps or tentacle monsters. Bad news, very stinky and mildew. There's some books, Trom, but I dont know how legible they are. "
Gimble cautiously moves into the room, weapon at the ready.
Hennie gives the gross mold a good look before going into the room.
Hennie gives the gross mold a good look before going into the room.
Hendrina examines the mold and determines it is a common fungus that has spread over almost all the books in the room.
Odd'n follows.
Most of the books are covered with the fungus. There is one book high on the shelves that seems untouched, but the shelves leading to it are fungus covered. Whatever this fungus is, it seems to really like books. In spots where it's grown and then moved on, you can see it has ruined leather, rotted pages, and left discolouration on the parts it didn't destroy.
Scipio wraps a cloth over his mouth as he follows into the room, are any of these the fungus?
One thing you're all pretty sure of, is that these do not match the description you were given of ironbloom mushrooms, which have distinctive red heads covered in white dots.
"Tis a strange thing to be seeing," Trom says as he walks through the room. Pulling out a dagger, he scrapes some of the fungus up.
"I can't help wonder what could be keeping the likes of this lichen from that top shelf," he comments. "Perhaps one of you tall folks can take a look."
"Tis a strange thing to be seeing," Trom says as he walks through the room. Pulling out a dagger, he scrapes some of the fungus up.
"I can't help wonder what could be keeping the likes of this lichen from that top shelf," he comments. "Perhaps one of you tall folks can take a look."
[dice=Knowledge (Nature)]1d20+3
Trom can barely see up there because of the height, but he does notice that the fungal growth stops about 6 inches from the book in a rather perfect circle. Their is dust in the area, but the fungus just stops. His knowledge of nature suggests this isn't very natural.
On a hunch Hennie casts Detect Magic and starts looking around for auras.
On a hunch Hennie casts Detect Magic and starts looking around for auras.
A faint aura glows from the one book untouched by the fungus on the top shelf.
His companions all busied with and awed by the miraculius survival of the lone tome, Odd'n takes up watch by the doorframe that once held the long rotted door that now lays in ruin in the ground.
Occassionally peaking his head out the room to ensure no wolves have decided too test their luck and the parties vigilance, Odd'n maintains his guard.
"I've always wanted to perform delicate surgery with my trusty bardiche!" Livlena quips. "Let's see if I can pluck it off the shelf without damaging it too much.... Someone may want to stand underneath to catch it!"
"I've always wanted to perform delicate surgery with my trusty bardiche!" Livlena quips. "Let's see if I can pluck it off the shelf without damaging it too much.... Someone may want to stand underneath to catch it!"
[dice=I Dunno...Dexterity Check, Maybe?]1d20+3
It's possible to hook and pull and prod gently enough to cause the book to fall off the shelf. It's a beautiful tome with a cover made made from leather and brass, with deeply embossed letters in dwarven.
"I've always wanted to perform delicate surgery with my trusty bardiche!" Livlena quips. "Let's see if I can pluck it off the shelf without damaging it too much.... Someone may want to stand underneath to catch it!"
[dice=I Dunno...Dexterity Check, Maybe?]1d20+3
It's possible to hook and pull and prod gently enough to cause the book to fall off the shelf. It's a beautiful tome with a cover made made from leather and brass, with deeply embossed letters in dwarven.
The book looks like it could be worth something.
His companions all busied with and awed by the miraculius survival of the lone tome, Odd'n takes up watch by the doorframe that once held the long rotted door that now lays in ruin in the ground.
Occassionally peaking his head out the room to ensure no wolves have decided too test their luck and the parties vigilance, Odd'n maintains his guard.
[Dice=Perception]1d20+1
The door that Odd'n is standing guard in leads out to the hall that connects back up to the room you slept in last night, the hall you came in through yesterday, that leads out to the courtyard.
Last night Odd'n saw or helped the party drag the landsquids out into the hall so that they wouldn't be sharing a room with them.
The landsquids no longer appear to be there.