There is a distinctive clicking sound as the lock opens. Poke poke uses the blanket to turn the knob but as he jostles the door it will move from the door jam. It feels as if something is holding the wood closed almost as if the door is swollen in the jam.
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"And now we are back to brute force. Allow us to provide some muscle. "
"Man. That thing is really jammed good."
Ulfrec starts to call out his team's names... Bradan, Aggrah...
Damn jail was under attack, too!
Taking on the aspect of the wolf, Ulfrec doubles his speed and closes the distance quickly, axe at the ready...
Ulfrec you get to the porch and see the vines interwoven over and around the doorway. Had you not previously been to the inn, you would not have any idea there is door there.
You are currently 20 feet from the door. What are you doing and how do you propose you are going to proceed?
Bradan you try the door and it doesn't budge. If you used your body to hit the door take 1 HP of damage as thorny spike pierces your flesh.
sorry guys... My teacher could've dispelled this magic... But I'm not skilled enough to do that. I've got nothing that'll help with getting past this door
"Huh, guess Poke Poke was wrong and loud pig face no trip last trap. Poke Poke thinks outloud upon seeing the spike.
Anyone examining the door itself can clearly observe that the wood is not smooth like the other doors in the hallway. This particular door is rough and knobby. You figure each of those knobs release small spike (thorn) when touched.
Anyone got an axe?
"No axe, just my polearm. If you want, I'll chop into the door."
Don't know what else to do. Yeah, try chopping it down
Always the fan of a good ol' spike trap the goblin set to work trying to disable the recently locked door
"Yeeees ...yes. No! There! Counterclockwise! Gently ..."
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Alas! Our grand adventure to be brought to a halt by a door! The shame!
[dice=kn nature, what is it, what is the source?]1d20+7
It looks like a mixture of oak and redwood but you've never seen anything quite like this blend before. An axe would be nice to have right now.
Always the fan of a good ol' spike trap the goblin set to work trying to disable the recently locked door
[Dice=disable spikes]1d20 +9
Poke and Dr. Tes you each know this is magical in nature. You are able to pull several spikes (thorns) out of the door and feel you've created enough space on the door to shoulder ram or kick it. Then, again, it is magical and you figure it's only a temporary trap that will eventually time itself out.
I don't have an axe but I think this will do.
Calain pulls his Greatsword from his back and after giving the others a nod and time to back up goes to work on the door with his Masterwork Weapon.
He gives it as many hits as necessary to get the door open.
The first hit was a brilliant downward smash that would have cleaved a man in 2.
His secondary strokes were less effective in the cramped hallway...
SMASH THAT WICKED DOOR! Beorn gives a hearty battle song to accompany the sword blows.
Ulfrec hefts his axe...
Calain cracks the door off the jam. The door is ajar but not completely open but you can see a flicker of candle light coming from the room. You also observe vines growing from the backside of the door.
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Ulfrec you it the woody vines and do some damage with your chop. You are nowhere near getting through it though.
"Meatbodies, destroy door!" Shit! Did I eat those mushrooms already?!
Bradan also delivers a blow to the door, using his glaive-guisarme.
to hit (if necessary) for slashing damage
Ulfrec hefts his axe, once more...
Bradan the door is still ajar and you loosened it up some more. When you pry the door open a bit more it appears as if the vine roots are growing along the inside of the door frame. You believe it's going to take a few moments to cut along the entire doorframe.
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Ulfrec sure Geri can attack. It's still going to take some time to cut your way through the vines to gain access to the inn.
"Anyone got anything strong enough to kill plants?! Without burning us to the ground? I SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT THE ORC MOONSHINE!"
"Only thing I can think of would smoke us out of the building. Chopping seems to work, if a bit slower than I'd like."
Ulfrec is relentless, perhaps spurred by the fact that as a Druid, he's got nothing...
Ulfrec after some time working at the vines you are able to finally break through and into the encased inn.
Braden and others as you work your blades around the door frame you will get the door open.
Aggrah positions herself behind the bruisers but to where she has a good view of the room whenever the door finally gives way readying to evil eye or cast a spell if needed
It seems we should try to buy some plant killer and axes for our future journeys. Beorn has his sword ready.
Let's see what's waiting on the other side.
Bron takes out his shield and sword and stands right next to it so he'll be the first in.
Here is the last map that I posted.
Everyone except Ulfrec are near the door now working on getting inside the room.
Ulfrec and Geri you are finally able to get inside the inn. At this time of the night you notice that the tavern ahs been cleaned up and the swept. The innkeeper is sleeping in a chair with a broom propped up against his shoulder. He doesn't seem fazed by anything right now.
Bron shoulders the door open and the first thing the group notices is the smell of sulfur - like when the goblin farts - and there is a buzzing sound of a wayward fly. Visually there are dried up vines crumbling around the doorway. The room itself is similar although larger than the ones you are lodging in but it's very disheveled. The foot of the bed's leg is broken, a chair is overturned, and a cheap piece of artwork has fallen off the wall. You do not see Mrs. Turner.
The good doctor immediately scans with quick elven precision, looking for signs to track.
Braden follows in, polearm st the ready. Scanning the room, he scowls at the missing woman.
"What in the blazes....?"
(+2 vs humans)
Rise and shine, Bucko! Stranger things afoot!
Geri, SEEK! Ulfrec slaps the wolf's rump as he heads for the stairs... The widow!
"h..h...Huh." The blurry eyed innkeeper swats at your hand as he drifts back to sleep.
Geri runs up the stairs and comes to the group pushing their way through the widow's doorway.
Hearing Geri's bark, Ulfgar hustles up the stairs... arriving onto the scene.
He's breathing heavily. Fungus, growth... the jail, dead... inn door, huge vines... Seeing the green stuff in the room... Awww, bugger! Here too?
When you exam the inside of the door you notice that dead vines acted like a lock or barricade from inside the room. You figure some group killed the two guards outside the room, then entered the room, and then barricaded the door by using magical vines. Who ever entered through the hall door did not exit the room in the same manner.
goblin farts! Poke-poke if this is your idea of a joke.....
Aggrah steps in the room scanning for Magic(other than the vine magic) and anything else of interest
You also notice Mrs Turner's cloak is still on a peg by the room door, it glows (Feint abjuration). Her high cotton and leather otter boots are under her cloak. Her footwear also have screened, mesh eyelets that allow water and perspiration to drain out of the shoe and they have thick and flexible soles. Her boots are well made but they are not magical.
It is odd that some of her gear is here but she is missing.
Ulfrec walks around the room, curiously eyeing and smelling everything, especially the dead vegetation.
It's all dead. And it smells like a damn swamp in here... Geru whines in agreement.
Clever bastards, they used the growth to keep the door closed, I experienced something similar at the front door.
Obviously, they killed the guards... poor fellas and came in using the door, but after barring it with these, these... vines, they left some other way. Windah?
Geri, track! The wolf starts to sniff around.
Anyone got anything they left behind orin it belonged to the widda?
"Muddy footprints, and heavy boot scuffs. Here, here, and there. If I had to guess, whoever made the plants all ornery was working with the mercs we didnt pick a tussle with, and scampered off with the widow. I can try and track, the sooner the better. Maybe if Geri can sniff the lady's bedsheets, he can get her scent, and we can run the track together."
(+2 vs humans)
Aggrah finishes her survey of the room. the pot is strongly magical, it would have to be, to create an effect this strong. The widow left her magic cloak on the peg over there... Don't think she left voluntarily which is pretty damn obvious. No one goes on a voluntary walkabout without their boots
And then Aggrah moves over to the wall with the gate/portal? and HERE she outlines the area without touching it looks like it might be some kind of magic doorway
Aggrah looks around the room searching for something to poke the doorway? with
If she finds something... She'll poke it hoping that it doesn't set of some kind of magical explosion.....
And then thinks better of it... hey... Poke-poke take a look at this. It's it trapped?
Having to ask the little greenskin sneak about anything magical is pretty annoying for Aggrah but the O.C. said that sneaks had their ways of finding magic traps that even seasoned witches could miss... Let's see if he's any good
Beorn takes in the room and listens to the others. Zounds! perhaps they used magical plants to whisk her away like that story about the beanstalk!