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"Tis why we're here right? Find what we'd missed."
"I thought it was the skeletons and figure out who was supplying the Smugglers, because of the box of communications we found" Drusilla said as she looked about a bit more confident.
"Well the guy that got away told us some of that. If we want to set up shop and lure others in we have the box and know their signals." He shrugs, "I think it could work. But we also left the place not fully explored and not fully salvaged."
”Aye, check it all. If it isn’t nailed down then it belongs to us. And if it is, we decide if it is worth unnailing. Let’s get to it!”
"Eyes up though. One of these pricks got away and they host other ner do wells."
Drusilla nods as she draws her Scimitar and holds it like she knows how to use it. As she does she hums a familiar yet different travelers' tune. After this last gaunt Drusilla seemed more confident, her posture and tune seemed to mimic the style of Blade Dancers!
"Yes, we can see to their disposal. We can do it before we leave, lest it attract unwanted attention. If what our traveling friend said was true, and there are indeed undead in the rooms above, there is no need to risk these foes rising again to come at us again."
Tarn first enters an uneven, naturally formed cavern, which is about twenty feet in diameter.
Kwin is the first to notice the bright green, wet, and sticky, slime dropping from the ceiling on to Tarn, Argyri, and himself.
A creature that comes into contact with green slime takes 5 (1d10) acid damage. The creature takes the damage again at the start of each of its turns until the slime is scraped off or destroyed. Against wood or metal, green slime deals 11 (2d10) acid damage each round, and any nonmagical wood or metal weapon or tool used to scrape off the slime is effectively destroyed.
Sunlight, any effect that cures disease, and any effect that deals cold, fire, or radiant damage destroys a patch of green slime.
After the green sludge falls. Badger calls out, "Tis Green Slime I garuntee. Fire, sun, or that holy blastin' energy will kill it good."
He does a double take at Blacklock's torch attempts to grab it intent on stabbing it flame end into the slime.
Tarn fell back, getting away from the slime on the ceiling and quickly throwing up his wards.
"Agreed, quickly someone burn the goo off before it spreads" Drusilla states as she looks at the others hoping they have something to deal the proper cold, heat or radiant ability.
"AAAAUUUGH! That BURNS!!"
Argyri takes a big glop of it, right on her neck...and on her brand new, super-clean studded leather.
Her neck and shoulder hissing with acid burns, she quickly retreats, and uses her cloak to wipe it off as best she can.
Nodding with approval as Blacklock boosts him up the gnome raises his hand holding the torch up into the slime.
Survival .
Kwin whips off his cloak and uses it to push the slime off of him, stepping away from where it fell on him as he does.
Drusilla will try and skirt around the area and then push forward with the others.
With acidic slime on him, Tarn took out one of his boots. Gripping the shaft, he used the metal head to scrape the slime off.
Tarn continues out of the slime cavern to the bottom of the stairs into the cavern and casts an abjuration spell. The cold magic destroys the acidic slime.
Argyri follows Tarn and scrapes off the green slime with her cloak. After she gets the last of the slime from her body, she drops her cloak on the cavern floor and watches the green slime dissolve it into a puddle of goo.
Kwin follows Argyri in steps and actions sacrificing his cloak to the green slime gods which accepts into a sizzling puddle of green goo.
Badger jumps on Blacklock's shoulder and tries to burn away what they can reach on the cavern's ceiling stalactites. Drusilla keeps them from getting too close, avoiding the dripping slime by staying out of the way.
Kwin lays his staff across the passageway, about ten feet before the slime. "Just to remind us, if we come back this way."
He'll turn to Argyri and offer her a vial. "This draught should alleviate at least some of those burns. Keep in mind, should I fall during the course of this, I have another of these in my pouch that should revive me if given to me." normal potion of healing. Should give you back 2d4+2 hit points.
"Well, that was a poor start. Let's try heading back up to the cellar."
”Aye, to the cellar. As good a place as any.” Tarn said, taking the lead.
Badger nods at Tarn's words. He looks over at Blacklock. "Git movin' kiddo. Let's find you another hole to put yer face in." He chuckles.
Drusilla begins to swagger as she walked one hand on her blade the other teasing her coat and bag that holds her components.
Argyri gratefully accepts the healing draught.
"Ahhhhh, my. I've had a few of those, but that was amazingly potent!" She turns her neck to the place where the slime splattered. "Can you still see the burns at all? Any cool scars?"
. . .
As they walk along, Argyri looks over at Blacklock, curiously. "Hey kid, what's up?"
Drusilla sighs as she hears about the burn scars. She looks at her own hands and notes the pale and still scarred flesh in places. Remnants of the accident some fifty years ago
"Uhhhhh...NO, silly!
"I do sometimes hear my life being narrated though, like I'm the hero of a story."
Watching him stare off, she pauses for a minute and then asks, "Wait, what exactly DO you hear?"
Argyri looks at the kid, quizzically.
He's SO sincere about this. (And about everything, I guess).
"I...hey, we've all been through a lot recently. I'm not used to bleeding out on the floor, that's for sure!
"I...wouldn't worry about it, OK? Just let us know if you need a break."
Tarn leads you upstairs and back into the cellar. This torchlit chamber was once a large cellar, but it has since been converted into living quarters. Ten crude beds are piled like a makeshift barricade near the secret door entrance to the caverns below. Ten wooden lockers are open and empty.
A long wooden trestle table ringed by rickety stools dominates the center of the room. Metal cutlery, cups, and dirty plates sit atop the table. A cookstove is installed near the table. A sturdy set of stairs leads to a trapdoor in the ceiling above. There are two wooden doors in the east side of the room, one of the doors is barred.
You continue your sweep and check Sanbalet's private quarters. Unlike the barracks, this small room holds comfortable furnishings and appears to be well cared for. A comfortable-looking bed in the northwest corner has a wooden locker at its foot. A small wooden table stands against the east wall, with a padded leather chair beside it. On the table, a brass three-branch candlestick with three candles, though not fresh, are far from spent.
”Well and truly looted. Rotten luck, not even work brining back the candlestick.” Tarn said, disappointed.
Drusilla still seemingly walks a bit sagged in the shoulders as she is reliving her shock at the change her body had made after the incident to devout herself to really searching through the cavern.
Drusilla goes to the bed and looks at it oddly."Was this the bed Tarn was in?"
"Oh, Also the footlockers were never opened by us. Probably locked" She says trying to remember what bed Tarn rested in.
Investigation
Investigation
Kwin looks around when Drusilla comments about the footlockers. "We were somewhat careless, weren't we? We should check out these rooms more thoroughly. Maybe we can find more clues about the wizard's operation."
"Wait. If we didn't open those footlockers, then who did? Was someone else here while we were in town?"
With Kwin's warning Badger grows more wary. "Well either the one we let run. Returned or they had a visit from one of the boats that brings or takes out what they were runnin'. He adds after a moment. "New visitors means new ambushes and new traps."
"Hey, I read a story once where Sharp-Eyed Sal, a half-orc tracker from Iuz, was able to distinguish fresh tracks in a room she'd visited previously.
"Anyone want to see if we can figure out who was here and where they went, before we go on?"
”Uhm….” Tarn raised a finger, looked confused, lowered his hand, and then just stared. He then looked around, wondering if everyone else was seeing what he was seeing.
Badger looks at Blacklock and his antics. He holds up a hand to Tarn, "Nah the kid is on to it. I garuntee." He looks at the floor as well.
The inspired Blacklock finds traces of three different footprints around the lockers and kitchen. None of the traces get near the barred door. The prints near the entrances from the cavern and other cellar are too disturbed by your prints.
”Lad…are ye…on drugs?” The dwarf said, quietly, to the brawler. ”If so ye can tell me and I can get ye help, aye?” He finished, looking concerned.
Badger looks at the floor. "Kid's right on with the tracks. I see his meaning. . . Only he knows about the sweet mango."