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Ðakaþos turns and sprints north to the other chamber. The corners of this cavern are filled with thick strands of spider webs. In the center of the western wall, a pouch of thick webbing trembles in occasional vibration. A thin stream of minerals drips slowly from the center of the ceiling, slicking the floor here and creating treacherous footing.
Ðakaþos' passage through vibrates the webs sending shudders up their length. The hair on Ðakaþos skin raises as he hears a soothing voice coming from the darkness of the ceiling above. "Tasty morsel." Climbing down from the web is a bizarre aberration. These strange creatures have oblong bodies coated in a viscous and transparent slime, three large black eyes, and eight thick, multi jointed limbs, four of which are inverted and point upward, allowing the monster to easily crawl on either the ceiling or floor of narrow caverns and squeeze through narrow spaces. Their jaws appear small and tubular when closed but peel apart and stretch to terrifying proportions when opened, as their dozens of pointed teeth part to reveal a freakishly long tongue.
The shudder across the webs continues into the pouch of thick webbing. It pulses harder and harder as something looks to free itself. It begins with a small tear and quickly turns into a much larger one as thousands of tiny spiders force themselves out of the egg sac.
Kelvin rails his morningstar hard into Voz's leg again as payment for nearly killing him.
Looking left and right Voz grimaces at her dire situation. She glowers at Ðakaþos. "You fool of an elf. You woke it up." She draws a dagger. "Let me go and I will help you get out of this alive." She quickly changes tactics and imposes a temporary truce of sorts.
Dori (43/49; Steel Shield 22/30; Hardness 7)
Cuthberwyn (45/48)
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Monster (Occultism)
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Cabaguil (10/36)
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Spider Swarms
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Raspar (43/50)
Ðakaþos (39/54)
Kelvin (25/50; Wounded 1)
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Voz (-22; +7 temp)
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Cuthberwyn isn't inclined to consider Voz's alliance offer, however earnest it might be. He continues to tell Tales of Lastwall, then lashes out with his whip to try and bring her off her feet.
The half-elf is too quick for the gnome's lash, however.
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"GAH!"Dori exclaims as he sees he has no path to help his clansman."You hold on lad! I'll not let you die on me!"He runs towards the other tunnel he saw Dak go through. He runs toward the right and stops in his tracks at the sight of the spiders. Dori spits through clinched teeth,"You stand between me and my dying kinsman. Let me pass or I will cut you down!"
actions 1:stride
actions 2:stride
actions 3:stride
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The voice from the creature hisses in delight. "You are weakened and will be a t.t.t.tasty meal for me." She speaks in a weirdly chittering voice.
Voz kicks away the whip. "Don't be an idiot. I have a deal with the creature. I don't bother her, she doesn't bother me. I can get us all out of this."
A long slavering tongue strikes out at Dori's neck.
The tongue wraps tight and begins to pull Dori in closer, though the larger dwarf is a bit tougher and the creature isn't quite able to fit the bearded one in its mouth completely. The jaws extend and wrap around his head, biting down while a sharp leg pokes into his shoulder.
Dori (43/49; Steel Shield 22/30; Hardness 7)
Cuthberwyn (45/48)
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Monster (Occultism)
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Cabaguil (10/36)
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Spider Swarms
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Raspar (43/50)
Ðakaþos (39/54)
Kelvin (25/50; Wounded 1)
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Voz (-22; +7 temp)
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Round: 5
Weapon Equipped: None
Conditions: Flaming Sphere (1/10r)
Spooky: 20/20hp, Climber, Darkvision, Fast Movement, & Life Link
Spells Spell attack +10 (T), Spell DC’s 20 (T)
Bloodline Focus: Diabolic Edict* (Focus Points: 1)
Cantrips: Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Produce Flame*, Read Aura
First Level: (2/4) Charm*, Heal§, Mending, Purify Food and Drink
Second Level: (1/4) Flaming Sphere*§, Faerie Fire, Dispel Magic, Heal§ (2), See Invisibility
Facing a battle on two fronts, Cabaguil very nearly gives into Voz’s plea. ”No. No! You shall pay for your crimes! You shall not ‘get off’ because you have some deal with some horrendous monster in a cave. That is not your way out!”
He rushes to get a closer look (•>), and casts another Flaming Sphere upon Voz. She’s been lucky so far, but that luck can’t last forever.
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Cabaguil goes dark as he reaches down to the bottom of his soul and wants to watch Voz burn, like some witch on the stake it seems. Flames spring up underneath her feet.
her luck continues as she dances about the flames. "Hot headed human. Think about it, we both win."
The spiders swarm the chamber clinging across the walls, floor, and ceiling as they charge past Ðakaþos and Dori.
Voz begins to flick the spiders off, but there are just too many of them and they are hungry.
Dori (43/49; Steel Shield 22/30; Hardness 7)
Cuthberwyn (45/48)
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Monster (Occultism)
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Cabaguil (10/36)
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Spider Swarms
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Raspar (43/50)
Ðakaþos (39/54)
Kelvin (25/50; Wounded 1)
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Voz (-22; +2 temp)
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Action 1: Rage
Action 2: Strike
Action 3: Strike
"Asmodeus' salty balls, Dak. I didn't go that way because there were spider webs!" the dwarf admonishes his elven companion.
To Voz he says, "We aren't done with you. But for now I'm giving you a pass..."
Turning his attention to the swarm of spiders before him, he begins shouting and swinging his morningstar. "THRICE-DAMNED SPIDERS! YOU'RE A PEST! A NUISANCE! GET OUT OF MY WAY!"
Kelvin will then glare angrily at Voz. The dwarf is clearly on a murderous rampage now, and doesn't look like he'll let up anytime soon.
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Round 4
Action 1: Stride.
Action 2: Stride.
Action 3: Strike.
Raspar double moves around, following the others. He skids to a stop when he sees Dori kissing a spidercreature.
"Dori...is this consensual?" Raspar asks freely willing to let others live their lives as they see fit, but also somewhat worried that it might not be. Seeing the spiders swarming, Raspar suddenly understands it might not be so. He moves up to strike at the spider swarm and help Dori.
to hit;
damage; (+bard)
You free an ally from restraint. If the trigger was an ally taking damage, the ally gains resistance to all damage against the triggering damage equal to 2 + your level. The ally can attempt to break free of effects grabbing, restraining, immobilizing, or paralyzing them. They either attempt a new save against one such effect that allows a save, or attempt to Escape from one effect as a free action. If they can move, the ally can Step as a free action, even if they didn’t need to escape.
[ dice=Starknife]1d20+9[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d4+3[/dice] damage
[ dice=Halberd]1d20+10[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d10+3[/dice] damage
AC: 21 +2 with shield action.
Fort/Ref/Will: 9/9/9 + 2 vs. spells/reaction
HP: 50/50
Focus: 1/3
Hero Points: 3
Speed: 25'
Luck? 0/1 used
Critical damage: [ dice]2d4+6+1d6[/dice]
[ dice=Shield]1d20+9[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=B]1d4+3[/dice] damage
"We can handle it, I just don't want her to escape!" Ðak knows his blade isn't ideal, but he tries to stay focused and swing for the densest parts of the swarm.
Then, in preparation for retaliation, he throws up a spell of shield!
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Raspar doubles back to watch the dwarf-spider fling going on. Friends always need witnesses for their low points. Sweeping his halberd low to the ground Raspar easily scatters the tiny spiders as they scurry back into the cracks and up the webs.
Ðakaþos does the same to the other swarm pouring in through the tunnels. Sweeping his sword across and slamming his shield straight down into the middle of the swarm kills off the majority of them.
Kelvin glares at Voz, attempting to intimidate the elven necromancer but she doesn't seem at all shaken by the snappy glance. "Fine!" She turns to Ðakaþos and waves her hand. "Gonna have to let me pass."
Dori (43/49; Steel Shield 22/30; Hardness 7)
Cuthberwyn (45/48)
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Monster (Occultism)
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Cabaguil (10/36)
Raspar (43/50)
Ðakaþos (39/54)
Kelvin (25/50; Wounded 1)
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Voz (-22; +2 temp)
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With the spiderlings dispersed Kelvin decides that the truce is over and attacks Voz's. She screams and covers her face. "Idiot. It is your fate." She puts her self against the wall, avoiding each of the dwarf's blows.
Dori presses the attack against his fling as Raspar catches him in an awkward engagement. Dori is much to close to get enough strength behind his strikes to hurt the aberration.
Dori (43/49; Steel Shield 22/30; Hardness 7)
Cuthberwyn (45/48)
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Monster (Occultism)
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Cabaguil (10/36)
Raspar (43/50)
Ðakaþos (39/54)
Kelvin (25/50; Wounded 1)
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Voz (-22; +2 temp)
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You are outnumbered. It would be prudent to surrender, Cuthberwyn says, trying reason where threats failed.
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Cuthberwyn readies his mind if Voz's shows any aggressive actions towards them. The abberation sees an actual meal behind Dori and eagerly leaps past him into the tunnel, placing herself between Dori and Raspar.
The beasts tongue leaps out the short distance and quickly pulls Raspar into it's mouth before releasing him from its tongue. With Raspar's head in it's mouth it raises back attempting to swallow him whole.
Raspar squirms around enough, spreading his feet and arms out wide so as not to fully enter the mouth as he breaks free before he is engulfed.
Dori (43/49; Steel Shield 22/30; Hardness 7)
Cuthberwyn (45/48)
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Monster (Occultism)
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Cabaguil (10/36)
Raspar (43/50)
Ðakaþos (39/54)
Kelvin (25/50; Wounded 1)
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Voz (-22; +2 temp)
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Round 6
Action 1: Guarded step.
Action 2: Strike.
Action 3: Strike.
Raspar does *not* appreciate the unwanted advances of the spiderthing, taking a step back and cutting twice with his halberd (with flank).
to hit;
damage;(+bard)
to hit;
damage;(+bard)
[ dice=Starknife]1d20+9[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d4+3[/dice] damage
[ dice=Halberd]1d20+10[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d10+3[/dice] damage
AC: 21 +2 with shield action.
Fort/Ref/Will: 9/9/9 + 2 vs. spells/reaction
HP: 50/50
Focus: 1/3
Hero Points: 3
Speed: 25'
Luck? 0/1 used
Critical damage: [ dice]2d4+6+1d6[/dice]
[ dice=Shield]1d20+9[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=B]1d4+3[/dice] damage
[ spoiler=@Dori, GM Tyranius]
You free an ally from restraint. If the trigger was an ally taking damage, the ally gains resistance to all damage against the triggering damage equal to 2 + your level. The ally can attempt to break free of effects grabbing, restraining, immobilizing, or paralyzing them. They either attempt a new save against one such effect that allows a save, or attempt to Escape from one effect as a free action. If they can move, the ally can Step as a free action, even if they didn’t need to escape.[/ spoiler]
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Round: 6
Weapon Equipped: None
Conditions: Flaming Sphere (2/10r)
Spooky: 20/20hp, Climber, Darkvision, Fast Movement, & Life Link
Spells Spell attack +10 (T), Spell DC’s 20 (T)
Bloodline Focus: Diabolic Edict* (Focus Points: 1)
Cantrips: Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Produce Flame*, Read Aura
First Level: (2/4) Charm*, Heal§, Mending, Purify Food and Drink
Second Level: (1/4) Flaming Sphere*§, Faerie Fire, Dispel Magic, Heal§ (2), See Invisibility
Cabaguil keeps (•>) the Flaming Sphere upon Voz. He then piles on with Produce Flame , hoping to really pin her down with the very fire she sought to bring upon others.
(cover)
Inflamed, Cabaguil shouts at the woman, "You try and burn our town and now your pet tries to eat my friend?! . He rages at the woman and the damage she’s done to his community.
Still seething with rage, Kelvin continues to swing his morningstar with reckless abandon. He shows no mercy to Voz.
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The group quickly turns the deal on Voz and brutally assaults her as she stands trapped in the tunnel. The necromancer is badly burned as seething flames of hatred burst into her neck and back. Kelvin's morningstar breaks her leg before her magical armor can rejuvenate to protect her as two of his blows bounce off of it's unseen field.
Ðakaþos stabs the elf through her chest. Her eyes grow cold as she slumps to the floor bleeding badly. Raising his boot up he pushes her off of his blade and against the wall before turning to aid Dori and Raspar.
Rounding the corner he finds Raspar poking the tip of his halberd at the spider beast.
Dori (43/49; Steel Shield 22/30; Hardness 7)
Cuthberwyn (45/48)
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Monster ( -7; Occultism)
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Cabaguil (10/36)
Raspar (43/50)
Ðakaþos (39/54)
Kelvin (25/50; Wounded 1)
Cuthberwyn watches Voz crumple to the floor with satisfaction. He doesn't give her a second thought as he hurries out of the chamber toward the commotion in the outer region. When he sees the huge spider, he can only eke out, Told you there were webs there!
At the last minute he recalls a story of a handful of goblins who managed to defeat a giant spider, which he begins to recount.
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Cuthberwyn circles back around giving Dori the courage he needed as he was facing a powerful enemy alone. Leaning into his axe Dori cleaves off a pair of the creature's legs. They flop twitching in the thick webbing as greenish-yellow ichor pulses from the wounds.
The aberration skitters back, clinging the webbing up to the ceiling. The webbing trembles as a chittering voice calls down from 15 feet above. "Sssshow mercy. We were just hungry." The voice chitters and hisses. "I will give you ttttreasure I have gathered for mercy." The voice begs, though much more sincere than Voz ever sounded.
Dori (43/49; Steel Shield 22/30; Hardness 7)
Cuthberwyn (45/48)
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Monster ( -21; 15 feet up; Occultism)
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Cabaguil (10/36)
Raspar (43/50)
Ðakaþos (39/54)
Kelvin (25/50; Wounded 1)
Round 7
Action 1: Draw starknife.
Action 2: Strike.
Action 3: Draw starknife.
”YOU TRIED TO SWALLOW ME WHOLE! THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS!” Raspar tries to find a reason not to kill the creature and fails. He draws a starknife and sends it twirling at the beast. He’s quite angry right now.
to hit;
damage
[ dice=Starknife]1d20+9[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d4+3[/dice] damage
[ dice=Halberd]1d20+10[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=P/S]1d10+3[/dice] damage
AC: 21 +2 with shield action.
Fort/Ref/Will: 9/9/9 + 2 vs. spells/reaction
HP: 50/50
Focus: 1/3
Hero Points: 3
Speed: 25'
Luck? 0/1 used
Critical damage: [ dice]2d4+6+1d6[/dice]
[ dice=Shield]1d20+9[/dice] to hit;
[ dice=B]1d4+3[/dice] damage
[ spoiler=@Dori, GM Tyranius]
You free an ally from restraint. If the trigger was an ally taking damage, the ally gains resistance to all damage against the triggering damage equal to 2 + your level. The ally can attempt to break free of effects grabbing, restraining, immobilizing, or paralyzing them. They either attempt a new save against one such effect that allows a save, or attempt to Escape from one effect as a free action. If they can move, the ally can Step as a free action, even if they didn’t need to escape.[/ spoiler]
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Raspar flings his starknife up into the thick webs. It twirls and twirls, slicing through them with ease as it jams itself right into the tixitog's face. An inaudible shriek emanates for a moment as she falls from the webbing at Raspar's feet, gurgling before she dies. The spider-like legs giving a few final twitches.
Dori (43/49; Steel Shield 22/30; Hardness 7)
Cuthberwyn (45/48)
Cabaguil (10/36)
Raspar (43/50)
Ðakaþos (39/54)
Kelvin (25/50; Wounded 1)
Weapon Equipped: None
Conditions: Inspire Courage, Flaming Sphere (3/10r)
Spooky: 20/20hp, Climber, Darkvision, Fast Movement, & Life Link
Spells Spell attack +10 (T), Spell DC’s 20 (T)
Bloodline Focus: Diabolic Edict* (Focus Points: 1)
Cantrips: Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Produce Flame*, Read Aura
First Level: (2/4) Charm*, Heal§, Mending, Purify Food and Drink
Second Level: (1/4) Flaming Sphere*§, Faerie Fire, Dispel Magic, Heal§ (2), See Invisibility
Cabaguil moves quickly (•>>) so he can see the monstrosity, dragging his useless Flaming Sphere with him. Unfortunately the sphere cannot fly, so it simply sits next to him burning…
”You tried to eat us when you thought you were more powerful than we, and now that you realize you are not, you wish to continue on? Just waiting for the next poor bloke who isn’t as well equipped as we to wander along? No, I agree with Raspar. That’s not how this works!”
”You should have been nice. We could have been friends,” Raspar grimly reaches down to retrieve his starknife, trying to find a way to get a smile back on his face. He accomplishes that by spending time cleaning up the spider lair, not necessarily taking down all the webbing, but cutting any dangling or useless webbing, and making sure the bones and detritus is swept neatly into one spot. He will take 10 minutes to straighten things up. And by the time he finishes, he is whistling happily in his labors.
When that is done, he will join the party to see what they have learnt about Voz and her magics/possessions.
Cabaguil does what he can, while others search, to tend to the parties wounds, which are many.
He'll start with Kelvin, working on him for a full 20 minutes. (yes I took the feat)
vs DC 15 (likely)
vs DC 15 (likely)
He hopes others will help Ðakaþos and himself, at least once in that time.
"Well that was quite a battle." he says while he works. "I know I shouldn't have gotten so worked up at Voz. We should have taken her back to stand trial. I dunno. Maybe this is for the best."
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In the spider infested room, Raspar sets to work cleaning it out a bit. Brushing away a bit of the webs he comes across a small, half-chewed humanoid corpse among the mix. Balka’s most recent meals more than likely. On his body is a suit of splint mail and a starknife still clung tightly to his back.
Done cleaning through the pile of bones the group works on preparing and murderhobo'ing Voz's corpse and quarters.
On Voz's body you find:
In addition to Voz’s gear, she also carries a knapsack containing her journal and papers—which includes her correspondence with the Scarlet Triad. The correspondence doesn’t make it clear exactly what sort of organization the Scarlet Triad is, but the group promises to sponsor Voz’s plans to found an assassination guild and necromancy laboratory in the basement of Citadel Altaerein. Before they’ll initiate this patronage and proved her support, though, the Scarlet Triad correspondent tells Voz that she must first confirm the existence of Alseta’s Ring, find a way to secure it, and then activate as many of the portals as possible. Once she proves to this shadowy group that she’s done this, the Scarlet Triad has promised hefty compensation, more than enough for her to get started setting up her guild and laboratory under Hellknight Hill. Voz signs all of her letters “By Norgorber’s hand,” marking her as a dedicated follower of the Reaper of Reputation.
Voz has been careful to avoid writing much about the Scarlet Triad in her journal, but one key clue remains. The name “Laslunn,” the name of Voz’s mysterious Scarlet Triad correspondent.
Voz's journal is another story entirely as it is written in a strange language that none of you seem to understand. It looks jarring and evil in nature. . It would definitely need to be translated.
The skeletal champions carry:
Dori (43/49; Steel Shield 22/30; Hardness 7)
Cuthberwyn (45/48)
Cabaguil (10/36)
Raspar (43/50)
Ðakaþos (39/54)
Kelvin (41/50)
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It takes several moments before Kelvin's seething anger abates. Once it does, the dwarf sags visibly. He walks over to meet with Dori, and says to the old dwarf, "I've never been so... furious. Like all the blame for all that's gone on was because of Voz. I know that's crazy, and not true, but it felt like I needed a face to put to all of this." He then glances at Cabaguil and adds, "I don't think I was alone in that either."
With some time now available to them, Kelvin skims through the papers before handing them to someone else. "This Scarlet Triad, it rings a bell to me. They're a guild of merchants from Katapesh. I wonder what's so interesting to them this far north? Alseta's Ring opens gates, right? Maybe the plan was for them to move goods through these gates?"
He then wrestles Dori's shield from the dwarf. He takes out a few repair tools from the many pouches attached to his belt. "I'm tired of looking at how poorly you're treating that shield of yours. Give me a few minutes and I'll fix it up for you."
When it becomes obvious that he's not about to make any headway, Kelvin hands the shield back to Dori. "You've make a mess of it. I'll need more time, or you can just fix it yourself."
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Dori assists Raspar with his cleaning. As they clean the elder paladin tries to talk to the younger one. "You know our power comes from our God. Torag in my case and Desna in your's. Our deities wants us to control our actions. DO not let those who are not as enlighten control yours." He looks straight into the halfling's eye. "This is the Way we have chosen. Remember that."
Cabaguil nods at Kelvin's speech. "Katapesh huh? That's a ways off. Makes sense though if you're right that the gates shorten that distance. It'd be a way for them to move goods quickly over all that terrain all right."
"I see there's a passage out the back. After we've rested a bit, we should check it out." he says as he works to heal others.
Kelvin quickly agrees. "Thanks again for keeping me conscious, Cabaguil. I've still got a bunch of cuts and bruises, so if you can help with that I'll continue to lead the way."
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It takes several moments before Kelvin's seething anger abates. Once it does, the dwarf sags visibly. He walks over to meet with Dori, and says to the old dwarf, "I've never been so... furious. Like all the blame for all that's gone on was because of Voz. I know that's crazy, and not true, but it felt like I needed a face to put to all of this." He then glances at Cabaguil and adds, "I don't think I was alone in that either."
Dori looks at his young friend for a moment. "The fire that fuels a dwarf must be tended to carefully. The strongest steal is forged at a high tempurature. But, Hold the metal in there two long and it ruins the temper. SO goes for metal and so goes a dwarf's a soul. Torag is wise. Heed me words, Young One."
Cabaguil will spend another ten minutes (total of 30) to heal himself again as well, though he hopes for someone else to help as well as he's quite weak.
vs DC 15 (likely)
Not wanting to take too much time, he'll quaff his own potion as well.
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"DO not let those who are not as enlightened control yours." He looks straight into the halfling's eye.
Raspar nods, in complete agreement.
”Oh yeah, I totally know what you mean. I wasn’t going to let that spider creature kiss me, at least not without a starlit walk first,” Raspar replies, knowing how much Dori also resisted the grabby kissing. ”You shouldn’t be kissing others without permission or after traveling together where you get to explore Desna’s mysteries together freely.”
Raspar smiles as he has learnt something from Dori.
”I did not know that Torag was similarly resistant to unrequested kissing,” he continues. ”I have always thought that the freedom to move and travel and do what you must, see what you can, and experience the world is very important. I knew this most of all when I was enslaved. And then I could not travel, could barely dream, and knew only cold when I was starting at the night’s stars.”
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Religion vs DC 20 splint
Religion vs DC 19 starknife
Religion vs DC 16 dagger
Kelvin takes out the vial of liquid he got from the potion maker, drinking it. He smacks his lips audibly, satisfied as his wounds close.
Cuthberwyn takes out his medicine kit and gets to work on Cabaguil's wounds. Don't think I've ever seen you so angry, Caba, he notes with a slight smile. Very fiery, if you will.
Cuth isn't happy how Caba's wounds are reacting, but it's all he can do for now, so he turns to treat Dak next.
The elf's unique anatomy, so different from his own, gets the best of him. Gah! Well, at least I haven't made it worse...
Seeing that pleading look in Raspar's eyes, Cabaguil takes a little while to try and ID the items himself before heading down the passage deeper into the hill...
vs DC 20 splint
vs DC 19 starknife
vs DC 16 dagger
If the party seems willing to wait a bit more, he'll also take a look at the scrolls.
vs DC 15 scroll
vs DC 15 scroll
"A nice haul." he chuckles though none of it does him any good. "Still don't know what the starknife does Raspar. Sorry."
He's ready, even eager, to set aside his burdens and travers the tunnel to see where it leads. Maybe it leads to Katapesh!
Curious on the magics, Cuth takes a look as well.
The starknife is inscrutable, though he gets the scroll easily enough. Frowning, he takes a closer look and then closes his eyes, tapping into a reserve of knowledge he rarely uses.
Cuth approaches Raspar. As I recall, the starknife is sacred to Desna, yes? And I know one of yours got...singed...in the Breachill fire. This one may be able to take its place. It is potent, especially should you choose to hurl it at those who will not be friends.
Cuth approaches Raspar. ”As I recall, the starknife is sacred to Desna, yes? And I know one of yours got...singed...in the Breachill fire. This one may be able to take its place. It is potent, especially should you choose to hurl it at those who will not be friends”.
Raspar smiles and looks hopefully at the starknife that he had tried and failed to identify. He had hopes for something, but dared not wish upon it too much (which seems wrong for Desnan, but Raspar is not perfect), and so leans in carefully to what Cuth has to say.
”Yes, the starknife is holy to the Desnans,” Raspar points to the not one, not two, not three, but four(!) starknives easily within reach at his belt. One of the starknives he points to again that Cuth notes. It’s charred and black, as if it had been in a fire as Cuth remembers. ”This is the first one that I bought with my own moneys. Took me a month to get the monies together because it’s important to tithe, you see?” Raspar smiles because Cuth cares enough to remember. ”Yes, it was the one in the fire when we first met. Even though it is burnt, it is my favorite one because I wished that it would survive the fire and it did. Desna wanted me to find it again. Even if it was burnt.”
However, Raspar then moves his attention to the starknife that Cuth is offering to him. His finger tingle with excitement, his halberd falling to the floor. He smiles and takes the knife into this tiny, but strong, hand. He looks down at it and then takes a few practice cuts, then tosses it at the wall...only to have it return to his hand!
”OH! IT’S BEAUTIFUL!” Raspar cries and then wraps his strong arms around Cuth for a thankfully too strong man hug. ”This is very good. It almost makes me wish we find others who are not-friends but that is a bad thought so I will wish never to use it!” He releases Cuth with a big smile on his face. ”There are days when wishes do come true...and this shows Desna in our lives.”
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Yes, it's ver
After a while Ford Cuth found it necessary to disengage.
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Once minorly healed you venture further southeast down they enter a winding length of caverns that heads back toward Hellknight Hill. This long twisting tunnel is relatively safe for its length, apart from being completely dark. As you travel along 6-1/2 miles you notice some small caverns in which the dead bodies of giant spiders, giant centipedes, and other minor cave threats lie sprawled about. Here and there lie the broken remains of skeletons as well.
You also pass less recent signs of goblin inhabitants who were chased off, leaving behind ruined stone huts and crumbling homes in which nothing of value or interest remains.
Although the tunnel opens wide into a sprawling cavern here, it seems even more claustrophobic, for viscous spiderwebs crisscross nearly every inch of the place. Along the northern wall, several human-sized lumps in the webs are thickly wrapped in silk webbing, while the entire floor is covered in sticky goop.
Dori (43/49; Steel Shield 22/30; Hardness 7)
Cuthberwyn (45/48)
Cabaguil (20/36)
Raspar (43/50)
Ðakaþos (39/54)
Kelvin (44/50)
Cabaguil provides magical Light, ensorcelling some shield or helmet or weapon of the front line. Through the dark caverns, along the enormously long tunnel, he remains uncharacteristically quiet. He grows slowly jumpier and jumpier at each step of the way though until they reach the end.
Oh. Spiders. Maybe…
”Maybe, do you think this is the original lair of the spiders we just battled? Or is this where mom lives? I’d set a few judicious fires, but I fear the smoke would just fill the tunnel and we’d suffocate. No way to die that. Choking on burning web.”
He peers around staying behind the leaders.
Kelvin gestures for quiet, then sneaks forward to see what there is to be seen. Morningstar in hand he looks around.
Raspar isn’t quite ready to move on just yet, waiting to see of the wounds of others are tended first.
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Dori assist with the wounds of the group. With a whisper to Torag and a touch, Cad's wounds start to heal. As the group gets patched up, Dori's attention turns to his shield. It's not proper for a dwarf to neglect his equipment in such a way. He finds a small patch of ground and places his shied down. He pulls out his repair kit and gets to work. The old dwarf hums a praise song as he works. He bends, tugs and pounds the dents out.
Dori places his piece down and checks on Cab's injuries and applier another of Torag's healing touches (12 more healing). then goes back to repairing his shield.
This darned dent doesn't want to come out (12 more healing for Cab...)
"Thanks for the healing Dori, very nice!" Cabaguil says as most of his wounds heal.
When in the next chamber, he carefully watches Kelvin proceed.
Before leaving, Raspar will seek help from others who might know things to help clean, adjust, and fit the splinted mail armor. He’s been wearing some old hide armor ever since he bought it used a while back. Now, with the opportunity to wear some fine magic mail, Raspar is quite giddy...but also has little idea how exactly to fit the armor to his small body. But he knows that Dori can repair things and he might be able and willing to help.
”Excuse me, Mr. Dori,” Raspar clanks up to Dori, arms outstretched. ”Can you help make this fit? It’s not quite right, I don’t think.” He looks over at the older (and grumpier) dwarf, Kelvin. ”If you want to help but not be grumpy, that would be good too.”
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Traveling, Raspar practices not clanking too much in his new armor. He has his shield out again having ditched the halberd. His new fancy starknife is at his hip and ready to be drawn.
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Raspar slinks in after Kelvin, still keeping quiet and draws his starknife. He feels quite protected in his new armor and is sure that he won’t get bitten by any spiders.
He, like Kelvin, looks around. Perception
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Dori smiles at the halfling. "Aye, we should be able to make this fit 'ya." It takes a good 20 minutes to adjust the straps and teach the halfling how to get into and out of the armor without assistance. After it's been adjusted Dori nods in approval. "That will do. The mail shirt still nearly hits your knees but it doesn't look like it will slow you down any." He gives Rasp one more look over. "We can fix that length when we get back to town but this will do."
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[ooc]@Dori- I like combining your refocus with your crafting outside of the normal method of combining it with the normal method![/oco]
Dori hums an old dwarven tune as as works the dents out of his shield, Each ringing blow getting the dent out more and more as ancient dwarven magicl springs out with each strike. Small magically infused sparks land on Cabaguil and heal his wounds.
Looking around Raspar eyes 10 halfling sized spiders lurking in the webs 20 feet above.
Dori (43/49; Steel Shield 27/30; Hardness 7)
Cuthberwyn (45/48)
Cabaguil (32/36)
Raspar (43/50)
Ðakaþos (51/54)
Kelvin (44/50)
Raspar backs up 10', raising his shield, but does not initiate combat.
"Kelvin! Above! There are me-sized spiders! They might be friendly...they might be..." Raspar waits to see what happens. He points to the ceiling for the party to see.