Go to town, take a simple job... Frack! By Tree and Mountain!
Geri, attack!
I'll either pitch in or work on an exit, com'on boy!
Boris, hold on!
Geri pounces and misses wide. Ulfrec then brings the homemade club down on the plant-like creature's body and hits it hard. It's woody body splinters under the weight of the club. It stops moving.
Beorn gazes at the body of the guard
He also tries to recall any possible lore about such plants that have been appearing in this area.
Beorn
It is obvious that this was a precision strike, these guards were caught unaware and their deaths were fast. The guard stationed right outside of Mrs. Turner's room has two lung puncture wounds that silenced him. While the second guard was taken down with a single puncture wound at the base of his skull. A very professional hit. Ulfrec is fortunate he spent the night in jail, since this was his room too.
Dr. Tes
You recall seeing that second table of mercenary folk in the tavern and they did disappear once the bar fight started. Could be coincidence, but it could also be a clue.
Beorn Local Knowledge
Captain Bloody Jack did issue a curse and you do hear Aggrah talking about the Creeping vines. It seems reasonable to link the two events. You also figure the Horsefly Swamp is somehow involved with this mystery.
You hear keys fumbling with the iron doorway that leads down to the jail cells. Sounds like it could be a guard or someone with access to the keys.
Ulfrec examines and tests the suspect stonework.
Seeing Grumpy wipe his hands after touching the door nob thinks That's probably locked. untangling himself from the two half-orc he says "Poke Poke going to grab tools to unlock door. Be right back don't cause anymore problems pig faces." he runs back toward his room
You can grab Beorn's blanket and your tools and be back in 3 rounds. One round to get there, one to retrieve, and one to get back.
The sound of the door leading to the cells creaks as it opens. Heavy footsteps follow.
"It must be those mercs! Something is up with her door! Look ...it isn't smooth!"
"It must be those mercs! Something is up with her door! Look ...too smooth!"
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hurry up greenskin! frustrated at the delay in opening the door annoyed watching the greenskin run back to his room
Aggrah looks around
Can SOMEONE bust the door open? It's an interior door. The lock can't be that strong
Aggrah examines the door for Magic wondering why it's different than the others
Calain, feeling a little wozy and working his fingers to shake the numbness from them simply states, Can hardly feel my hand at the moment. Knowing my luck there's probably another trap that'll spring if I kick it in.
Clad in a nightshirt, with only his boots on and Greatsword in hand, Calain felt a little vulnerable, but it would take some time to get properly Armored and there didn't seem to be a scuffle to be had here. He decided not to bother getting his armor yet and hoped whatever had killed the guards had already left.
hurry up greenskin! frustrated at the delay in opening the door annoyed watching the greenskin run back to his room
Aggrah looks around
Can SOMEONE bust the door open? It's an interior door. The lock can't be that strongAggrah examines the door for Magic wondering why it's different than the others
Oh yeah, there's magic on that door.
Bloody Jack did issue a curse and the goblin talked about creeping vines. Horsefly Swamp has somethign to do with this as well. Beorn glances at the door. Axes would be best to knock that open, I wonder if we could squirt booze on it to stop any poison if you were poisoned.
"F~$@ this! We've got to get in there!"
Dr. Tes tries to use some of the skills he's developed investigating to unlock the door.
Tes... Be careful. The doors been magicked with transmutation and abjuration... But what effect that'll have I don't know
Dr. Tes try to pick the lock but loose control of the pick and it tumbles to the floor. Fortunately, you knew enough to avoid directly touching the door or the lock.
He opens your door and you can see there are several other cell door open and hacketed up veggie people, their hosts all seem to be deceased. Boris emerges from him cell holding the wooden leg of his cot. "Four of those damn things popped out.
"Stand back, Doctor. I will force the door, if possible."
Bradan stows his bow and pulls out the long glaive-guisarm, jamming it between the lock and the frame.
Ulfrec hugs the brawler. Thanks, Boris... Glad you made it.
I don't think it was the food, there was this mold or fungus creeping along the wall, splitting, branching off and spreading in different directions.
It got inside of'him.
Thanks for the hospitality, Sheriff. Now, where can we pick up our gear?
Geri whines, anxiously. Let's get out of this place...
"Stand back, Doctor. I will force the door, if possible."
Bradan stows his bow and pulls out the long glaive-guisarm, jamming it between the lock and the frame.
[Dice=Strength to bust the door]1d20+2
The sheriff directs you upstairs you and as you pass some of the cells you and Boris see a few shredded inmates. When you get to the front desk you also see the fungus attacked a few guards. It does not appear to be isolated to the cell blocks.
Weapon is regular steel & wood. No special materials.
Don't break your weapon there. Does anyone have a crowbar or hatchet?
Poke Poke comes running back down the hall dragging a blanket behind him.
"What are you idiots doing? Was Poke Poke the only one smart enough the realize the door is poisoned? Gumpy did you no tell them?"
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Yes I did. But I'm not one to tell an adult not to risk themself, otherwise I'd never let you do anything.
Calain backs down the hall a little, in case the goblin blows himself up in the process...
in case the goblin blows himself up in the process...
would that be so bad....hmmm.
Weapon is regular steel & wood. No special materials.
You strike the door nicking it and in response the wooden spike does a quarter of that amount of damage to your weapon.
Everyone but Ulfrec is in the hallway. What are you doing now?
Perhaps we can break off clubs and spare damage to our weapons?
I don't mind damaging my weapon, If need I'll get a new one.
Bron drives the point of his sword into the gap between the door and the wall and uses the handle as a lever to try and open it.
Ulfrec and Geri tell the Sheriff and pad off towards the inn.
I don't mind damaging my weapon, If need I'll get a new one.
[dice=Break down the door]1d20+2
Bron drives the point of his sword into the gap between the door and the wall and uses the handle as a lever to try and open it.
Beorn tries to find a chair or stool. We can use this to break it down. Breaking of a leg if needed, Beorn attempts to use it as a crude battering ram.
You hit the knotty door but there is no damage to either the wooden club or door.
Poke Poke stands in amazement as the half-orc pounds on the door then starts laughing HaHaHaha, you big dummy whats a chair leg supposed to do?
Figuring the the half-orc probably aleady trip any remaining traps Poke Poke wipes away any remaining poison with the blanket and proceeds to work on the lock
Trying to keep an eye on the crazy bard while working the lock doesn't quite get the pick in the hole.
"Hey, Pig Face how abouts you stand over there. Your making Poke Poke a bit nervous with your chair leg and crazed look."
using the blanket the goblin wipes the lock clean.
Poke poke you completely miss the lock with your attempt. You, now, hear snickering coming from across the hall from one of the guests peeking out of her room.
This might be the beginnings of a comedy routine we can do if we choose another job! Hmm.. The Three Fools? The Three Dopes?
Aggrah snickers softly at the little greenskin and lightly elbows Beorn let him do his thing. But if he keeps having trouble AND he asks nicely I MIGHT brew him up something for his performance anxiety
With boarish bard backing away Poke Poke concentrates on the lock a little more.
He thinks Feels like its almost there. Need one more pick.
"Hey Doc, can you hold this pick while, Poke Poke jams this other one in."
"Why, yes! You've got it, you brilliant specimen! Right in there!"