GM Michael's Falcons Hollow Chronicles

Game Master Dread

As the loot is being inspected, Thal keeps a lookout for more threats. Something about being dropped multiple times in their previous adventures has made him just a bit more nervous than he used to be.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

[dice=Spellcraft]1d20+7

Out of the corner of his eye, Cathoris catches sight of the ruby. Can I take a look at that Helgash? he asks as he points at the ruby.

He takes it, looking over it, he detects magic and thinks he recognizes it’s purpose. I think this ruby will fit into the alter we saw. Like, they are tied together. Some sort of blessing from Torag. Any thoughts on that Straug?

"Might be worth giving it a try?" - Helgash suggests.

Straug's eyes narrow as he studies the ruby and tries to put pieces together from what he has seen so far here in these ruins, the altar, and the book.

Knowledge: Religion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Loot table updated, stuff for claiming.

After studying the gem for what he can deduce he heads back toward the chapel for another look at the altar.

Excellent work, I didn't realize you were so competent with that staff of yours. Impressive.

At the mention of the ruby, Alex shrugs.

Perhaps, though I'd also wager its worth more than its weight in gold as well. Something we may want to make sure returns with us.

Let’s check this thing out. Cathoris says as he walks back with Straug. He stands with Thal and keeps an eye out as well.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

As the group heads back to Torags Altar, Tark's head goes up and he starts sniffing the air and he brings to growl low in his throat.

Straug, Cathoris, and Thallin all go into the Altar room, while Helgash stands next to Alexander, and glances at Tark

Kronk just stands around looking big and imposing.

Straug tries to puzzle out the ruby and the alter and thinks.

Having taken a few tentative steps inside the Dwarven Monastery, Mad Marvin Dundlerock peers about the darkness with his dwarven eyes. Seeing the ramped rubble strew all about, the mad dwarf begins looking for a broom....
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 (+2 Stonecunning)

The old dwarf may accidentally hear others moving about; or, eve, a low growl in bouncing eerily off the crumbling walls....

As Mad Mavin starts stepping from rock to rock in the pool of fetid water where the wall collapsed to the Library of the Monastery, suddenly a deep timbred voice says Oy. Who goes there. Best be careful. Falkwyn that you?

As the group heads back to Torags Altar, Tark's head goes up and he starts sniffing the air and he brings to growl low in his throat.

"What is it brother?" - Helgash crouches down next to Tark - "What do you smell? Show us"

Being a bit used to hearing voices about when no bodies are present, the searching dwarf ignores the voice at first.
Stepping carefully around the dank water, Mad Marvin suddenly looks up and into the crumbling collapsed wall to the Library of the Monastery.
Dis just be me Mad Marvin Dunglerock. If'n ye be un ghost; be no one 'ere.

The crazed dwarf continues to search for a broom. After a few moments, he actually inquires if the ghost might have one handy?
Be un mess out 'here! Be not know'n how ye ghosts be not-living 'ere?

Oi lads gather round this thing when I slot this ruby. I'm anxious to receive Torag's blessing. I think we're gonna need it.

Straug looks at the altar as the group gathers around, Tark growling toward the door in the background. He mutters quietly but still audible to the group.

If this turns you lot into dwarves I dont know if I'll laugh or cry...'

He then carefully places the ruby in the slot.

Thal looks in amused confusion at the newcomer and then whispers to Cathoris while grinning impishly, "I think he's trying to talk to us. That almost sounded like words."

Tark pointed his nose at the dwarf standing i the room near the corner of the rubble. Straug could see him now as well. He had a look of madness to his eyes.

I adjusted locations on roll 20 to move the meeting along. hope noone minds

Stepping carefully about the rubble on the ground, the odd-looking Dwarf enters the Altar room; his eyes locked on the treacherous rocks, stones, pebbles and banana peels.
Be un ghost 'bout 'ere. You boys be lost? Dis not be da safest ov places.

Mad Marvin finally looks up, but the Dwarf quickly looks back down at a particularly aggravating piece of broken masonry. Pointing an angry finger at it, the Dwarf shouts
Be know'n ye tricks!

The Dwarf then looks back at the strangers gathered about Torag's Alter.
Ye boys be know'n wat you be doin'n wit dat?

Kronk looked at Thallin and Cathoris, as he held the sledge hammer in his hands. The Big Man was easily a 6 inches taller than everyone else and held the sledge in a hand that could engulf anyones head. That he was a cook, was amazing to anyone who knew this gentle soul.

He looked at the dwarf that entered Oy! Ye aint Falkwyn . 'Mad' Marvin ehh. Well ye look the part. Im Kronk. Yur Kin there by the altar is Straug. This was his home long ago. The one with the staff is Cathoris, hes a shepherd. Thallin there, is me friend. Alex here is good with locks and his bow. And the hunter is Helgash, his wolf Tark. We come seekin mushrooms that grow around forges to save the folks of falcons hollow. what brings ye here.

Mad Marvin walks up to altar. The Dwarf then looks at each of those gathered about the chamber. He nods.
Dat be settled. If'n ye be look'n fer 'shrooms, den me be joining ye. Because Torag said so!

The crazy blue eyed Dwarf smiles at them.
So, we be go'n on un trip? Be sound'n like me freshman year at school.

Mad Marvin then begins to crawl about the ground, sniffing for mushrooms.
After a few moments, the Dwarf turns back to the group.
Be still need'n un broom fer da strewn rubble, rubble...

The dwarf then quickly stands up! He snaps a finger in inspiration!
No wonder we be no find'n da 'shrooms! Dere be no forge in here!

Alexander, for his part, looks on in both astonishment, amusement, and down right confusion. The dwarf had done the unthinkable, he had left Alex speechless.

What do you know of this place... uh.. Marvin? Do you know where the forges, if any, were in this place? And please, leave the rubble be, there will be a time to clean it, but we must act with haste to find what we seek. For time is running out for many.

To Thal, Cathoris whispers, That’s more than just a dwarven accent. Is he drunk?

Then he addresses the newcomer when the dwarf comes closer. You speak of Torag, but you do not act like one of his followers. At least as far as Straug has described them. How do we know you come at his behest?

Mad Marvin stops suddenly at the questions flying his way. The confused looking dwarf just stares blankly at a wall for a minute, before suddenly turning to walk out of the room.
What does Mad Marvin know about this place?
Knowledge (history) (Int): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

The sounds of rocks being moved is heard from outside the Altar chamber. The sound of swearing, arguing, yelling is heard echoing back into the Altar chamber from the Hall. The silence that quickly followed was sudden with a seemingly finality to it.

Reentering the Altar chamber, the dwarf (who looks like he lost an argument) strides up to the Torag Altar, places a dirty hand on it, and speaks a prayer in dwarven to Torag.
Detect Magic to study the Altar
Spellcraft (Int): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

"He seems to have lost his sanity..." - Helgash comments to the others, bow still at the ready - "He said he needed a broom?"

The strange dwarf walks around and then comes back to the altar and looks at it and examines it.

Mad Marvin grins at Straug.
Dat stone be fer healing sum. Be only git'n one use ov it. May be want'n ta wait til ye be almost dead.

He then nods in agreement with Helgash.
Ye be hav'n da right ov it. Dis place be need'n un guud sweep'n!

Cathoris looks anxiously around at the other members of the group. He didn’t answer me, or make any sense. The others are seeing this, right?

Umm, thank you, he sputters out, his confidence clearly shaken by the madman. Uh, guys, can we, uh, go find the mushrooms and get out of here? His looks to the others a desperate plea. The stress of the recent days and worries about his family now at the forefront of his mind.

"Sure but..." - Helgash replies to Cathoris, then turns to the dwarf again - "What brings you here, huh... Marvin? I don't think you answered that"

"Yeah, mushroom hunting sounds about right." He then turns to the interesting Dwarven fellow and asks, "Can you point us in the direction of mushrooms? You know, just pointing? No need for words."

Mad Marvin looks curiously at Cathoris. The Dwarf peers at him with his blue eyes delving deeply. He just stands there for a full minute, before he grins at the Human.
Torag be ask'n me ta 'elp ye. He can be un bit persuasive.

Mad Marvin then turns to the entire group.
Ye be nee'd sum 'shrooms fer da townsfolk. Ye won't be find'n dem 'ere. Follow MAd Marvin!

The dwarf passes Thalllin with a wink. He points back out to the main hall.
Ye 'plore da rest ov dese ruins?

Not entirely certain where you have gone already, so his answer is a bit broad.

Cathoris and Thallin move back to the doorway, with Kronk going out into the hall. Straug still holds the gem that he held out to the mad dwarf to examine.

If you click on your character icon, it will show the map as he knows it. If you can see the terrain and building features but they are shadow. the party has been there or knows about it. If its blacked out...they havent....or dont

Are we really going to go along with this madman?

Hesitantly, Cathoris speaks up. Well, we haven’t been down that hallway and around the corner? What do you think, Thal? He gestures with his staff to the hallway going up (north?) on the map.

Thank you. I am not leading OOC, so anywhere you guys want to go, the Mad dwarf will follow.

Straug has been watching Mad Marvin from the time he entered the room. While obviously kin Straug hasnt been around many dwarves his whole life much less adventured with one. Despite that he knows that his behavior is a bit strange though he seems friendly enough.

For now... He thinks to himself.

Alright boy-o I'll wait on using this gem in the altar for when we're a bit more stabbed up. The rest of you hurry and catch up with me. Get a few knots on yer heads and scrapes on your knees, though I got a feeling this place holds more surprises that would be more than willing to oblige.

Straug secures the gem and walks back through the chapel.

Down this hall then? Well lets see what horrifying surprises wait for us there eh?

He moves to stand in front of the first door down the hall and looks to his friends to move into position before opening.

Alex had already moved on, shaking his head at the clearly insane dwarf. That said, another shield against the creatures here is fine by me.

He does at least try to gleam some information from the new dwarf. Since he proved he wasn't completely addled in regards to the ruby and altar.

Anywhere that would have a forge, or metal shavings is what we want. Marvin, do you know any spots with that?

Cathoris nods to Straug and follows him down the hall. Provided nothing is around the corner waiting, he moves past Straug to allow some more room, and bringing the light along. Ready when you are, he whispers.

As Cathoris points, Thal simply keeps an amused and confused eye on the mad Dwarf, but follows along down the hallway.

Torag asked him to help us...? - Helgash ponders with a wary look at the clearly raven mad dwarf, as Tark sniffs in the newcomer's general direction. The wolf seems his usual relaxed, snarling self, so Helgash acquiesces and follows along.

Mad Marvin suddenly halts. The dwarf begins searching himself, muttering aloud.
Gots ta be 'ere sum wheres! Just be giv'n me un second! Me be hurry'n!

The dwarf then takes out a Wand. He taps Straug with it.
cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

He then pokes Cathoris next.
cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

The Mad Dwarf smiles.
Because Torag said so!

He looks to Alexander. He just shrugs.

He then puts the wand away, before scooting to the offered door.
He begins grabbing dirt from the ground, tossing it on the door.
He cast Guidance.
Perception for Traps: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 = 17 +2 stonecunning

He waves to Tark.

The group moves up and around the corner into the where the hall turned. seeing two doorways to the left and further down the hall an open door back into the courtyard, and an open door to the left. at the end of the hall is a statue to Torag.

As both Straug and Cathoris move to pass the mad dwarf he touches them with a wand that heals their wounds. when they look at him he says 'cause Torag told him to'

Martin examines the doorway Cathoris stands in front of and says..no traps

As the mad Dwarf grabs a wand and begins moving towards Thal's comrades, the young fellow nearly calls upon his newly discovered arcane power to blast the potential threat, but then, seeing that it seems harmless, relaxes and then responds, "Yeah, definitely!" to the statement of, Absolutely mad, in a voice he didn't realize was in his own head.

Mad Marvin waits. The dwarf just waits. He looks at the wall before him, while waiting.
Be un nice wall.

The Mad dwarf turns from looking at his wall to looking at his new companions.
Might be want'n ta open it?

He shuffles a bit to be closer to the door. He glances at Thal.
Be not easy ta listen ta da voices, eh?
He winks at him.

The Hermit cast Guidance on himself, before opening the door.....

Allow me. Cathoris says to Marvin when he reaches for the door. Cathoris take the handle in front of him and swings the door open. I hope we find some mushrooms in here. Of course, that won’t do us any good if we’ve taken too long!

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Although, he is distracted by his only sees the most obvious things beyond.

Cathoris opens the furthest door that he was standing in front of, leaving the closer door to Straug. Old cobweb racks for armor and weapons dominate much of this small chamber. What must have been a well tended armory is now devoid of anything useful except for a handful of crossbow bolts scattered on the floor

Helgash waits for one of his more well armored companions to step first into the room.

"Hold on," Thal says to the group. "Let's try something..." and with that, the young lad reaches into the arcane reserves he hadn't realized he'd had before and reaches out to grab a piece of the clutter on the ground to throw it across the room using telekinetic projectile.

Perception to See if Anything in the Room Reacted: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Mad Marvin looks a bit confused as the door that he checked for traps is still closed, but the next door that he didn't check Did me check it? has been opened.
The Mad dwarf just chalks it up to his being a bit brain rattled on the regular.
He grins at Thal's suggestion, vigorously nodding his helmeted head in the affirmative
Be un guud ideas.

The Hermit cast Guidance on himself. He then walks into the opened door, behind the rock tossing.
Perception : 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 (+2 Stonecunning)

The Mad dwarf moved into the room after thallin caused a rock to bounce across the room. Nothing stirred to respond to the rock,

Marvin looked around , but besides the 4 crossbow bolts laying on the floor and some stones and rubble, and the empty armory racks...he saw nothing of interest.

Door 2, then? Cathoris asks. However, he doesn’t wait for a response before opening up the door. And here we have…

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

another room.

As Cathoris opens the other door, he hears a low growl inside the room, but his sight doesnt show anything. Tark, near Helgash, spins and growls , the hair on his back standing up.

Alexander will ready his blade and move to peer through the door, standing near Cathoris.

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Mad Marvin Dundlerock peers down closely at the suspiciously placed bolts low on the flooring of this room.
Cast Detect Magic
Spellcraft (Int): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

The Dwarf studies it for exactly as long as it takes not to know anything of use.
He does frown at the rumbles still strewn about.
Still be need'n un broom!

At the sound of Tark's growling (along with his being left alone in the room), Mad Marvin decides to be group friendly and joins them.
So now we be go'n in da otter room.

Shaking his oddly tilted helmeted head, as he marches from the Bolts room to the Growling room.
Way be da problem in 'ere!

Marvin viewed the 4 bolts through his ability to detect magical auras and indeed all 4 were magical.

Marvin moved around the corner into the room and saw as he entered a small study that looks like it has been lived inrecently. Gnawed bones litter the floor and tufts of gray fur can be seen here and there. An old stone desk sits at the center of the chamber, scratched and cracked in many places. The stench of wet fur hangs heavy in the air. to the left an open doorway leads into another chamber and Marvin see's two wolves. 1 in the doorway to the other chamber and 1 standing up behind the stone desk.

A very deep voice says It took you long enough to reach my chamber. What brings adventurers to the home of Graypelt

Helgash was about to shout a warning at Cathoris, when Marvin moved into the next room.

Graypelt?: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Does Knowledge (local) +5 or Knowledge (nature) +6 apply?