Thunder Bull, touching the red smear on the door that doesn't have the Pathfinder "do-not-enter" symbol, realizes its neither blood nor lubricant from the metal. Its... dye or paint. Igor, upon closer examination, releases its marker dye, an alchemical creation. It can't be washed out through mundane means, though it fades by itself after two weeks.
The door opens easily enough.
The hallway is straight, even and... extremely long. The group walks forward for several minutes. It eventually comes to a crossroads. One of the directions is blocked off by barrels with the red triangle. A white x is chalked into the ground at the intersection.
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Avi leans down at looks at the 'X'. That... or perhaps somebody thought they would get lost and marked intersections they passed through.
He looks around at the ground some more and points down the hallway with the red dye.
Look. There are foot prints down the hallway out of the same red dye. I believe I see enough for six different humanoids.
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Thunder Bull, touching the red smear on the door that doesn't have the Pathfinder "do-not-enter" symbol, realizes its neither blood nor lubricant from the metal. Its... dye or paint. Igor, upon closer examination, releases its marker dye, an alchemical creation. It can't be washed out through mundane means, though it fades by itself after two weeks.
The door opens easily enough.
The hallway is straight, even and... extremely long. The group walks forward for several minutes. It eventually comes to a crossroads. One of the directions is blocked off by barrels with the red triangle. A white x is chalked into the ground at the intersection.
Tasting the ink for himself Igor declares "Ooooh. It'th ink for one of thothe--what are they called--teamwork building retreatth."
He takes another taste.
When the door opens without a creak Igor cracks out his equipment and sets to work fixing it so that it does creak in the future.
"What thort of dungeon doethn't have big creaking doorth? I tell you. And no thpider webth? Thrapth. Hand me the jar of cob webbing."
Unfortunately, the only person to think of looking for traps is unable to spot the trip wire. Wicker screens pop from the sides of the wall, and clap together against the party.
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Teamwork... building...?
Avi looks confused at Igor, but quickly shakes it off.
"Yeth, thometimeth guildth will organithe a trip for their memberth to thome remote locale to teach them thelf-relianthe by letting them thhoot each other with paint, or dull crothbow boltth, while moving though a thimulated death mathe. It'th all good fun, though I find the ektherthite lackth the verithimilitude of a real life-or-death encounter."
Igor produces a dry handkerchief from his pocket, and dabs Goran with it. Then, stuffing his hanky back into his pocket, he smiles horribly.
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Thundering Bull groans as the wicker walls give him a decent bashing. "We do bad already," he says, shaking his pink head. "Look silly."
He pulls out a tiny stick. "Happy stick. Please use," he instructs, handing a wand of Cure Light Wounds to the nearest person.
Once the next direction is chosen, he lumbers onward.
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Thundering Bull groans as the wicker walls give him a decent bashing. "We do bad already," he says, shaking his pink head. "Look silly."
He pulls out a tiny stick. "Happy stick. Please use," he instructs, handing a wand of Cure Light Wounds to the nearest person.
Once the next direction is chosen, he lumbers onward.
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Scraps takes the stick with his oversized crab claw and fiddles the tip about in one of his many, and different ears. As he does so, on impulse, one of his legs pumps furiously up and down on the floor.
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"Give me that!" snaps Igor snatching the wand away from his creation. "That ith a delicate arcane devithe. Now what doeth it do? Clear up back hair?"
He tries it upon Thundering Bull to test his hypothesis.
Nope.
"Thay, what'th the wand'th command phrathe? It better not be anything too embarrathhing."
Once the phrase is given by Thundering Bull, Igor tries again.
"Are you sure this thing workth, or are you jutht giving me a load of bull?"
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Kiyoko remains silent as the wand makes its rounds--if someone uses it on her, so be it. If not, she will continue on regardless.
"Thank you, Igor," Thundering Bull says, patting the ugly man on the head gently. "Thcrapth ok?"
"Oh thure. Thrapth ith made of therner thtuff, than you or me. If you like we can thend him ahead to find any diabolical trapth."
The corridor is again extremely long. Whatever else you might learn, you learn that the Red Redoubt is incredibly massive underneath the surface. After about ten minutes of walking, the hallway makes a right angle. Just visible poking out from the corner is a green arm. As you come closer, the arm is connected to the body of an unmoving half-orc.
A large, padded mallet dangles from the ceiling. It is covered with green alchemical dye, as is the bashed-in face of the dead half-orc.
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Thundering Bull nods his head with understanding and takes another look at Scraps. Tiny but mighty.
"I walk with Thrcrapth," he says, accepting Igor's offer of having the little guy walk a few steps in front of him. He rests a heavy hand on Goran as he passes him. "Thank you."
Waiting a few moments for everyone to consider the corpse, TB starts searching the body.
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Igor is able to piece together that the mallet is padded enough that it should have only dealt non-lethal damage. The half-orc must have already suffered from the bleeding gut wound and bled out after he was unconscious.
Thundering Bull patting down the corpse finds two finely made weapons, both clearly at least a masterwork: one a dagger, that upon closer inspection, Igor realizes is made of pure adamantine, the other a morningstar. The half-orc also has a heavy crossbow, a flask of acid, an alchemist fire, a thunderstone, two tanglefoot bag, along with a sun rod and a set of extremely fine thieves' tools.
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Avi watches his teammates pick over the orc and find an array of useful items.
So this person was potentially an alchemist. We should hold on to this stuff.
Suddenly he perks up as he passes over the morningstar.
May I have a look at that?
Take it in his hands he concentrates on it with his arcane eye.
Yes, yes, this is a magically enhanced weapon. Somebody proficient should use it!
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Igor hands Thundering Bull back the wand of what the strange alchemist guesses is a wand of lesser confusion, with thanks though Igor is not exactly sure why.
Igor is able to piece together that the mallet is padded enough that it should have only dealt non-lethal damage. The half-orc must have already suffered from the bleeding gut wound and bled out after he was unconscious.
Igor tuts over the condition of the corpse. "What terrible knife work. They've cut up all the good partth. Even that wobbly purple bit nektht to the liver. What a thame."
So this person was potentially an alchemist. We should hold on to this stuff.
Igor tells Scraps to fetch and the horrid little poppet begins collecting up some the gear.
Suddenly he perks up as he passes over the morningstar.
May I have a look at that?
Take it in his hands he concentrates on it with his arcane eye.
Yes, yes, this is a magically enhanced weapon. Somebody proficient should use it!
"Are you thure? Ath you can thee I already have an aneth- an anetht- an anaththetith- a thing to knock people out with." says Igor holding up his own spiky, iron-headed bludgeon.
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"We have stuff from dead guy," Thundering Bull states. "We go now? Find other..." He pauses to hold his fingers up at eye level. Counting out six, he counts off one of them and counts off the remaining fingers. "Five people."
"Little one have good eyes. Stand in front with me and Thcrapth?" he asks Perrine.
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Kiyoko glances at the paired katana and wakizashi at her hip, not sparing the magical morningstar her attention. With a nod, she indicates her readiness to continue.
These others were Pathfinders, were they not? she thinks to herself. I wonder why this one did not have a wayfinder on him....Perhaps the others took it.
The party continues walking through the corridor. They came across a half open door. Even against the red hue, blood is clearly visible on the walls, sprayed across the walls inside. Inside the room, a faint purple glow comes from an archway on the opposite wall of the entrance. Set against the eastern wall is a treasure chest surrounded by broken chains. There are several corpses in the room and a strange red and black mechanical being that is moving in a steady but sudden fashion. Its right arm is essentially just a blade. Against the southern wall of the room lies a black and red box much larger than the treasure chest.
Bold Can Act.
Avi
Kiyoko
Perrinne
Igor
Goran
Mechanical Soldier
Thundering Bull
Scraps