You hit the snake and it looks like a critical strike, to me.
Would you like to roll your critical strike?
Crit:
Alright, you cut it's head off. No more viper. There is 500 cp on the ground next to the dead body.
Oz looks out from behind his shield as he approaches the snake to see that it's head has been transfixed by an arrow, and it's stuck to the wall behind it unmoving.
He turns to Mergenci and nod's his head with a feline smile. "Got a problem with snakes do you"?
He then looks at the others. "Well due to Mergenci's sharpshooting we are no long completely poor. Looks like that's about 125 cp each. Shall we continue"?
Hold on there... if there's anything that looks like a trap, that does. I mean why is a snake hanging out on loose change? Give that pile a poke with something long first before we go putting hands on it. There could be a snake pit under it.
Ril, you may add a point of inspiration for that.
Ril, you may add a point of inspiration for that.
"You're a careful one, Ril." Aelfwyrd mutters, but decided to follow the man's advice. He takes his spear from its holder in his backpack, and starts poking and pressing the floor around the pile of coins.
"Copper pieces, eh?" he observes, as he gets closer. A lot to carry, but little worth. But beggars can't be choosers, so any money is welcome right now.
The floor gives, revealing a pit of vipers.
"I will have to remember such. Much like a pit trap in the wilds...spread something the animal wants over the screening of the pit. Good judgement friend Ril!"
Oz looks at Ril with newfound respect.
What?, he says, confused by the looks and comments. I just know how to think like a complete bastard is all... and I'm fluent in a$@%%~*+.
He makes his way around the pit then marks the wall on the far side carefully.
Can't help thinking we might accidentally fall in this on the way out... see if you can carefully grab a few coins to throw on this side of the pit.
"Grab some coin if you can. But then let's move on."
Its just to throw on this side of the pit so we are reminded of it... I'd hate to dragging some one out and fall in...
"Well let's get what we can safely then move along".
After scouring the ground for a few copper pennies to put on the approach on both sides of the pit he leads the party down the corridor.
The corridor is long, and you are still going down. But it's a gentle slope, as if someone anticipated you going down. There seems to be places to rest along the way. You know that only you can go down so far before you reach the dwarven city.
Ril takes note of the rest spaces... how far they are apart and where he is in reference to this distance...
Mer follows the others down the corridor and tried not to think of how deep underground they are going. He becomes a little nervous as they continue, and helps Ril in taking his measurements between rest platforms.
"Will we be going all the way to the centre of the earth? Who built this place anyway??"
Oz grunts in response to Mer's question, and continues to follow Ril downward keeping an eye on the rear.
Perception
It seems strange that I must go so far from the open night sky to seek my destiny, when I follow the god of the night sky.
"Are we going straight, or does the corridor curve a bit? I have no idea where we would be on the surface."
The darkness doesn't bother Aelfwyrd, but the lack of features and monotonous descent is quite dull. He feels drawn to the occasional resting places - not because he was tired, but just to have a break from the dull walk.
Finally, the group comes to a door with glowing dwarven runes. At last, the dungeon beckons. But what was behind this door? The fabled city of the dwarves?
Well in all the stories it means 'Speak Friend and enter'... , he says pointing at the runes. But knowing the tight fisted little bastards, it probably means 'Hands off our gold', he says bitterly, remembering the time he got punched in the nadgers by a dwarf at one of his uncles underground casinos.
"If they are anything like the dwarves up in the city, it probably reads 'Happy Hour 5pm-7pm'. But looks like there's only one way onwards, so let's try the door."
Aelfwyrd approaches the door, still wondering about the meaning of the runes. Slowly he reaches out his hand, and knocks on the door.
No one savvy dwarf scratches?
The door opens, and there is a large cavern up ahead with grand archways and columns. This city has to be Dwarvenhearth, the lost city of the dwarves. Many delvers came to this city, and some meet their deaths here.
"Amazing! A whole city beneath the ground. How do they not go crazy to see the sky and breath the fresh air!!"
The young Litorian stares wide-eyed at the great feats of architecture before him
Well... that wasn't such a chore, says Ril. I'll add 'finder of lost cities' to my titles. We could make a fortune on unoccupied real estate down here...
"For a lost city it was quite easy to find" Aelfwyrd smirks.
The half-elf looks around, trying to make out what he can of the city in the darkness.
"So, is anything we should find ours for the taking?"
3 hours.
I need to get scavenging for a lantern or torches, he says leading them towards the nearest building.
"Everyone be careful, and don't get out of immediate range. If it was this easy everyone would be doing this, and it wouldn't have such a bad reputation. Let's pick a direction and keep our eyes open".
He then looks to the right of their entrance. "If you go right you can't go wrong... right"?
Perception
Then he waits for the normal marching order to resume.
You see dead goblins to your right.
Dead green skins to the left of me, dead city to the right... here I am, stuck in the middle with you, Ril mutters.
He looks over to the goblins, hoping for some clues about how long they've been there, how they died and so forth...
"Any signs of a fight in those goblins?" The policeman in Aelfwyrd awakens, and he joins Ril in investigating the corpses. And whether the wounds are from teeth or claws or axes, would tell the group what could await them.
But most worrisome would be if there's no wounds at all
Mer also looks at the dead goblins to see if he can notice anything about their deaths.
Medicine:
"Yes...they are indeed dead! lol
The goblins were stabbed. But where there are some goblins, there might be more.
"Let's check to see if they have anything worth taking. I'll keep an eye out for more".
Mer searches the dead goblins with Ozbadin before joining the others in moving into the underground city.
You find five daggers, 30 gp, and six wooden spoons.
Finding the weapons and money, Mer shows the group the haul.
"I guess about what you would expect from goblins. Well, let's see what else we might find down here!"
Well whatever killed them didn't want to loot or eat them... curious. Let's head for the closest building.
"Wooden spoons?" Aelfwyrd scoffs. "Not quite the treasure I was expecting..."
"But let's move on, perhaps we find something better later on."
"Well that will be 7 GP each, and let's start a group fund with the left over two. What to you think? And I'll take a spare dagger... I believe I'll pass on a spoon... don't know where it's been".
"I agree. Let's move on. Same order as before"?
Before you is a huge room with many columns. It can be scary, but some delvers made it here before you.
"Bravely onwards, then?" Without realizing it, Aelfwyrd has lowered his voice into a whisper.
The torchlight casts so many shadows into the room, who knows what could be lurking there. He moves into the left side of the room, peeking behind the row of columns.
You hear laughter.
Listening to the odd sound, Mer looks to the others.
"Well that's not creepy at all...right! Can anyone tell where that is coming from?"
Perception:
Get to a building or defensive structure NOW!, he says running forward.
With a start, Mergenci leaps forward to follow the human as he runs towards the nearest building.
"What is it? Do you know what these might be?" the litorian asks as he comes abreast with Ril.