"Kisharn, let me help you friend," Eegkokirro says reaching in his backpack for bandages and other medical supplies. "I have some good herbs and poultices for scales."
Mok sits heavily on the ground, holding his ribs where the golem struck him.
"Wooden man very tough. Think it has hurt Mok."
A small dribble of blood leaks out the orc's mouth and his breathing seems laboured.
"I think you're right, my friend. It definitely hurt me. Who'd think a lump of wood could hit so hard?"
He practically collapses against table, letting Eegkokirro patch him up a bit.
Once feeling a little better, he'll look to the map as well.
"I hope that ooze by the door wasn't Khalibi. That'd make it hard to find out much."
"I hadn't thought about that," Eegkokirro admits. "Khalibi hopefully is safe deeper in the interior." The grippli finishes his treatment on Kisharn and starts stitching Mok's wounds.
"We may have to. I do have a potion I could drink, but even with that I wouldn't be ready for another fight like that last one. I hate to leave when we may be close to finding something, but I'm not sure what else we can do."
You all heal up, or some of you do and time passes.
You all hear a knock at the entrance.
It only takes 4 minutes for Lani to quickly repair Mecha-Man, restoring him to full working condition. "There! Good as new!" she says, patting him on the back with a metallic clank.
When she hears the knocking, she raises an eyebrow. "Now, who could that be?"
Eegkokirro nods drawing his shortsword, "I doubt oozes knock. Cover me please,"
He goes to the front door and opens it a crack, revealing just half his face. "I'm Eegkokirro. Can I help you?" he asks with a pleasant tone. If he sees a human, he adds, "Sorry, for your protection, you need to stay right there."
Mok, feeling slightly better, glares at the door as he hears the knocking.
"I will watch you Eeg!", he says and moves to flank the door.
Mok moves to the door at the entrance. Open up, it is Grisshuk.
Then you hear other voices. “Grisshuk! We said we weren’t done with you, fool. If you don’t come back to work for us, we’ll…”
"Guess we're not getting that chance to rest up. Should we let him in? Those are probably the slaver he used to work with, trying to get him back in their business."
Unless the others object, Kisharn will open the door and try to get Grisshuk inside before closing it again.
You open the door, let him in and close it behind you. Just as you close the door behind you, you see two humans turn into slimes/oozes. They are now banging on the door, or trying to eat through it. It will take a while, but they can eventually do it, whether that would be seconds or minutes. (what shall you do?)
"Unless we want to fight two oozes, we should leave by a back door," Eegkokirro says. "Or a window," he adds before looking at Mok, appraising the likelihood of the orc escaping through a window.
"Grisshuk!" Eegkokirro says, "What are you doing here?"
They were following me and I thought I'd find you all here. I was hoping they would stop following me, but not at the expense of them becoming oozes.
"If they won't follow us, let's get out of sight. Be careful though, if we get into another fight, they might be attracted to the noises.
Kisharn will quickly drink his potion before heading to the double doors to A4.
You head into the storeroom. Several sturdy shelves hold a variety of crates, urns, barrels, and boxes. A double door leads west, and two double doors lead east.
Grisshuk stays behind.
"Well, I'm glad you're here," Eegkokirro whispers as they start to explore the next room.
"Should we split ourselves between the doors, or all go through that one?" Eegkokirro asks pointing towards the northern door leading east. He softly steps to the doors and presses his ear against one of the doors.
Mok moves to the southern door and pushes it open.
"Hello...no slime in here?"
He walks in, looking for any enemy that might be waiting for them.
Kisharn will back Mok up, a little more cautiously.
"Grisshuk, looks like there's another way out beyond this room. If the way is clear, you'll be able to get out there."
Eegkokirro doesn't hear anything, but Kisharn who opens the door and walks in knows that a rune trap will go off if it is not disabled soon, damaging not only those near it, but possibly important stuff in this room.
Eegkokirro hears Kisharn's discovery of the trap and leaves the doors where he was listening. He hurries along the shelves lining the wall and squeezes past Kisharn and Mok to disable the trap. He takes some tools from his backpack that help in making traps harmless. "Let's see what we have here," he says getting closer to the trap.
Eegkokirro is able to get to the trap without setting it off, but he has to try again if he wants to disable it.
"Hold on, hold on," Eegkokirro says as he tinkers with the device. "It's magical and hard to disable." The grippli takes a deep breath, let's out a low croak, and practices in the air how he plans to render the trap useless. After a few times, he takes another calming breath.
"If anyone wants to go into the other room, now's the time." He waits to allow anyone to seek safety in the other room then proceeds with another attempt at the trap.
"You've got this. I'm not worried at all."
Kisharn steps back into the other room.
Eegkokirro disables the trap and prevents the explosion from going off after studying it for another few seconds.
Mok moves into the centre of the large room, sniffing and examining the items within.
Perception:
"I'll listen at this door," Eegokirro whispers to Mok as the grippli passes the orc. He stands near the door with one ear placed almost against it.
You enter the Caravan yard and search it. this wide yard is open to the sky. The ground, covered with straw and sand, is crisscrossed with human and animal tracks. Two sets of large loading doors lead east, with the southern set of doors standing slightly ajar. Other doors leading west and north are labeled “Storage” in Common and Mwangi. A trough of stagnant water stands between the two doors to the west, and a flimsy table and chairs occupy the yard’s southwest corner. A veritable mountain of boxes, casks, and crates are piled in the southeast corner of the yard beneath a makeshift awning.
In here you find
The expedition gear in the yard contains dried food, casks of water and ale, rope, shovels, tools, insect-repelling herbs, and other mundane equipment to supply a journey of several weeks through the Mwangi Expanse. All in good shape, but none of it can be resold.
Eegkokirro listens as the door and doesn't hear anything.
"Well, if this door's part open and you don't hear anything, we should probably check there first.
Kisharn will peer through the crack and slowly ease the door open enough to slip through, backing off if he spots another ooze or just a suspicious puddle.
Eegkokirro salutes Kisharn with the flat of his blade, "Ready for trouble." He motions with his head towards the door so Mok and Lani know where he and Kisharn are going.
Mok moves along with Eegkokirro and Kisharn, ready to jump whatever they may come across...as long as it is not an ooze!!!
You guys listen at the other doors and find nothing, here is what you find in A7 and A8 respectively.
This long room is a stall large enough for a fully laden wagon, with double doors leading west and east. The double door to the west, which bears a sign reading “Authorized Agents Only” in Common and Mwangi, stands slightly ajar and reveals a sandy courtyard behind it. Shelves contain tools for repairing wagons, such as crowbars, hammers, and spare wheels.
Double doors stand in the west and east walls of this room. The west door bears a sign reading “Authorized Agents Only” in Common and Mwangi. Shelves contain several old boxes and rags along with a greasy wagon axle. A puddle of glistening yellowish oil, nearly 12 feet across, covers the floor in the center of this room.
"I'm sure that puddle is important, but I really don't want to disturb it. That's more ooze than I want to deal with. Maybe check the northern room first?"
He takes another look at the oil.
"I guess we could throw something into it and block the door if moves?"
"I will go!", he responds to Kisharn and the orc leaves the room and moves north to the door. He looks the door over for a moment before swinging it open.
"Let's leave the oil for now," Eegkokirro says as he sees Mok push open the door. "Hopefully it doesn't follow us."
A6, Vault
Draperies of fine cloth, large teak chests bursting with clothing, and fine furniture are all stored in this vault. Empty manacles bolted to the north wall indicate that this chamber might have also had other, more brutal uses.
It stores valueable or illegal goods.
Eegkokirro looks over the inventory but quickly moves to the wall. He traces where the seam of the secret door is. "This will be difficult I think." He checks for panels, triggers, or key holes for the door.
He then attempts to open the other secret doors.
Eegkokirro breaks his thieves tools trying to get into A9, hope you have a spare and can't get into a3.
Eegkokirro holds up his two snapped picks. "Well, these had better days. They were the only ones that'd fit in the mechanism to open these doors. Maybe we can keep exploring -- I'll be on the lookout for something that may be replacements."
Seeing Eeegkokirro struggling, Lani whips out her own set of infiltrator's thieves' tools. "Here! Allow me to try."
Her lockpicks immediately snap.
"Well, poo. Hang on."
The gnome quickly fixes the picks and tries again.
"Aha!"
A grin grows on Eegkokirro as Lani repairs her tools and succeeds in opening the secret doors. He bows slightly, "Well done! Well done! I'll pay more attention to your techniques next time."
He searches for traps as he enters the room.
Mok follows the other as they spend time "playing" with the wall...and suddenly it is no longer a wall...but a doorway!
"Magic!?" he whispers as Eegkokirro opens the hidden portal
"Not magic, just Lani's well practiced hands."
Lani repairs the thieves tools and gets into A3.
This office is elegantly appointed, with a large rosewood desk and a leather chair. A strange, greasy fog surrounds the desk in thin wisps. A wide bookshelf stands against the west wall, next to the room’s only door.
There is another ooze, it don't notice you. Round 0, everyone go.
Eegkokirro adjusts his grip on the shortsword. He should have searched the previous room for any potential weapons. Maybe a broom or a candlestick or have Mok break apart a chair? For now, he will attempt side to side slashing attacks. Perhaps that will inflict more wounds than stabbing it.
The grippli scans the room, seeing how the space can be used tactically. He and Kisharn should get on opposite sides of it. For us to do that, I should be there he thinks of the corner, slipping past the chair and along the wall. He stops right by the door, slicing his sword towards the ooze.
Rushing into the room, Mok grabs the chair by the table and slams it down on the slime by the grippli.
"No slime...bad slime!!"
Attack:
Damage:
Eeg hits the slime a little. Mok slams down on it with a leather chair.
Damage:
Force: ..awwww darn! lol