Even with the table for cover, Mell’s fire bolts slam into one of the duergar igniting the creature as it crumbles in smoldering pain.
Umikh squeezes into position around the table straddling the still warm pile of duergar. He swings his blade at one of the remaining guards, he leaves two deep wounds in the duergar’s chest.
Gideon moves into barracks and seeing no one in major need of assistance, he closes on the last remaining duergar that has not been engaged.
The duergar with a crossbow seems to look around weighing her options. Looking back at Gideon, she bolts for the door. Just past the doorway, Rodalas and Mell watch as she vanishes from sight.
Feeling a bit sorry for the duergar guards, Baldrick attempts to tap gently into unconsciousness. Unfortunately, he's a bit too gentle and ends up not doing any damage at all...
He takes a shot at yellow
+1 shortbow
pokey damage
sneaky attack
Yellow seems to chuckle at Baldrick’s checked swing and then his expression moves to surprise as arrow pierces his neck and he falls to the ground, quite dead.
Everyone okay? Thanks for the healing, mate!
Walking around, We should check these bodies and see if they have anything of use to us. He points his axe down the hallway . Whadya reckon is through that door?
Baldrick frowns, scratching his temple with his warhammer. Pointing to the the two corpses in front of him: "Weren't there five duergar in here?" Looking over the table and down the hallway toward Rodalas and Mellaina: "Anyone see an extra dwarf? I think we lost one..."
Mell replies to Baldrick, "I've been kind of busy with the four back here, but none ran back this way, if that's what you mean."
Turq shrugs, I didn't count. Was too busy tryin' ta bury them.
A scratch, barely, what about the rest of youse?
Baldrick shrugs "Oh, I coulda... oh well, I suppose not. Let's carry on, yeah? I think we're all ok. Hey Rodalas, looks like you've got a little something on you." He points to a hole in the eladrin's armour that's slowly oozing blood.
Damn dwarves shot me. he replies to the cleric.
Now that you've had a chance to look around, X3 is a relatively large room, dominated by this large table that has been tipped over. It probably took all of the dwarves here working in tandum to flip it. The room is heated and illuminated by braziers of glowing hot coals. Through the hazy smoke, you see featureless stone doors lining the walls.
Looking into the one room which has it's door open. You see a small room with bunk beds on each wall. This appears to be some sort of barracks.
For those of you who were there, X4 was seemed a little smaller but was also dominated by a large stone table in the center of the room. Simmilar lighting to the barracks seems to be used in that room as well.
The bodies had basic equipment on them and umong the bodies you find 65g and 10 silver and a small figurine carved out of a strange wood-like material of a female dwarf swadling a baby.
He would like to listen to see if he can hear something that he cannot see.
Happy Belated Birthday!
Baldrick starts collecting and organizing items from the duergar, but luckily stops before he invests too much time into it, mumbling: "I guess we should come back for this stuff later..."
"Hey Umikh, whaddya think's behind these doors? More little rooms?"
Turq shrugs and moves from room to room, helping to search.
Umikh pockets a couple of coins he found, Bah, let's just take it now and go explorin'! Along with Turq and Baldrick, Umikh would help check rooms as we move along.
Rodalas looks around and listenes intently as the rest of you search the bodies and ajoining rooms.
Some time passes and you are ready to proceed further when a dwarven voice is heard coming from the hallway before you. In a thick accent "Are ye quite done pickin from the dead of me kin?" a pause to make sure the speaker has your attention before they go on. "I let ye day dwaellers in fer purpose, ye aught to have thought it might've been a bit too easy to enter a fortress. Me mistress is interested in a talk with ye if you'd be so inclined, but if fightin is all yer about, let us have it out now. Make yer choice and lets be on with this."
With the echos of the hall, you're not sure exactly where the voice was coming from, and by your guess, the speaker knows this as well. Perhaps they planned for it to be as such.
What say you Mead Hall Irregulars?
Well that took this dwarf by surprise. Not wanting to seem off his game, Umikh looks to the others, shrugs in a non-committal manner, Eh why not? he says low (and clearly to just the others, not speaking on behalf of).
Turq grumbles in a low tone, Me maw always said, ne'er trust a worshipper o' the betrayer. But then again, she always said to talk 'afore fightin'...
Then louder, he calls out to the voice, Ye folk sent the dragon... Why should we trust yer mistress?
Baldrick looks at the bodies in dismay, whispering: "Oh no..."
"But... you attacked us? Why let us in and then...?"
Warring emotions, confusion, sadness, frustration, confusion -- mostly confusion. Not having Umikh's tact, Baldrick speaks a bit louder: "I say we meet with ... Mistress whoever, but we keep our guard up in case of another ambush."
insight
If Common, she'll say, "No harm in talking to this woman. At the least, we might learn a bit more about the layout of this place."
If Common, she'll say, "No harm in talking to this woman. At the least, we might learn a bit more about the layout of this place."
The language was in common with a VERY thick accent.
When it seems the majority have agreed to meet the mistress, ”Down the hall and left. Don’t be leavin from that path.”
Baldrick adjusts armour and shield, and with a spin of the warhammer, sets off into the corridor.
Arriving at the first intersection , his brow crinkles. Pointing into the room full of charred duergar, he looks up at Turq: "Left?"
Looking around first to make sure we're all in line, Umikh, catching up to be behind Baldrick, says I think he means th' next door on the left. He motions over his shoulder way down the hall.
Turq nods, I t'ink Mihkey has the right of it.
Rodalas will attempt to stick to the shadows.
As you move down the hall and approach the doors, they open smoothly at your approach.
Three braziers heaped with glowing hot coals illuminate and heat this long hall. At the eastern end is a hexagonal stone table surounded by six stone chainrs. Seated in the chair facing the door is a haggard old duergar with long black hair streaked with ribbons of white and fingernails like shards of iron. She is devouring a hearty buffet of cooked meats, mushrooms, and strange Underdark fare. Lurking next to her is a small mechanical dragon made of a familiar dark shiny substance.
Hunched over a hot stove in the west side of the room are three duergar cooks. At the sight of you, they drop thier utensils and reach for thier weapons, but the old duergar says something in Dwarvish that keeps them at bay.
Flanking the double doors on either side are two more duergar, these two are armed and watching you intently.
Turq nods slowly at the Duergar at the door, as if daring them to come at him, but when they do not, he regards the old lady warily though not without interest...
Baldrick takes a few steps forward, addressing the old duergar: "Hello -- yes, what he said -- we're here, so now what? Are you and your dragons going to stop tearing up Good Mead and the other towns? Why d'you care about the Dale anyway when you've got this here mountain?"
Umikh will make his way into the room as well, letting the conversation flow whilst looking around.
The eladrin will keep an eye out for trouble
perception
Figuring the Dwarves are the best ones to take the lead here, Mell is silently supportive, looking around warily at the assembled Duergar.
Shortly after the last of you enter, yet another dwarf walks in behind you, nodding at the lady dwarf. ”Am I correct in assumin’ that you are the ones responsible fer destroyin’ the dragon sent to Ten Towns?” the dwarf asks, pausing from her meal for a moment. Before you can answer however, she goes on assuming she was right. ”Well, I’ll be tha first to admit, the dragon was not a good idea but, you bein’ here just proves me point exactly. Xardorok has underestimated what you daywalkers can do. A now he’s gonna have ta pay the price.” she takes another dig at the food in front of her and after a few awkward seconds of chewing and swallowing she goes on. ”I’m not gonna stop you. An there’s those here in the fortress that will stand outa tha way while ya go fer the king. But that depends on what kind of deal we can make here.”