Karinna quickly stabs the wand-bearer.
You wound him, but not gravely.
Karinna quickly stabs the wand-bearer.
[dice=Attack (rapier), Piranha Strike]1d20+5-1
[dice=Damage (piercing), Piranha Strike]1d6-1+2
Karinna also wounds him!
"Do you see? You can threaten us all you want, but you cannot escape your role to play. You can only chose whether or not to embrace it." The postulating elf points a finger at him menacingly.
Thoric doesn't need much to act on what his gut was already telling him. Rushing up to Daranil's friend the dwarf swings his waraxe... yet it comes up short.
Azig steps in to the doorway. "Drop the wand and any other weapons unless you want to die! This is your only chance to surrender and not suffer the fate of your master!"
"Do you see? You can threaten us all you want, but you cannot escape your role to play. You can only chose whether or not to embrace it." The postulating elf points a finger at him menacingly.
** spoiler omitted **
You cast magic missile, killing him.
This is after Azig tries to intimidate him. Although Thoric was surprised that Yargin avoided his attack so easily.
Azig strolls in then, poking at the body on the ground with his little rapier. "Huh. Looks like you called it right Daranil. Pull the curtain on this one."
He picks up the wand and tosses it to the mage. "Is this magic or just a stick to intimidate folk?" Then he searches the body and the area around it.
Azig, you find a locked chest. But Yargin had the key.
Azig looks the chest over. "Hey Daranil. Is that putz the kind that would keep a trapped chest? Or would he trust keeping it hidden and locked?"
He uses the key to open the chest.
And he'll show whatever he finds to the group.
Daranil catches the wand, but his eyes remain on the fallen form of his old teacher. The elf walks with a spring in his step to examine the remains. The angle of his fall. The tasteful splaying of his hair. The way his clothing billows around the body.
"Ahh, it was almost too easy. To be laid low by such a simple casting... of..." and his eyes narrow. He leans in close. Though he is unhappy to disturb his work so soon, he simply must know the deed is truly done. Daranil gently runs his fingers along the cheek and under the chin of his mentor's body.
He half expects his hand to pass through an illusion.
Lem stands up from behind his crate. "Wow, that was quick." He joins Daranil over at the body to start rummaging through the corpse's pockets. "What does this guy have to do with Lamm?"
Azig looks the chest over. "Hey Daranil. Is that putz the kind that would keep a trapped chest? Or would he trust keeping it hidden and locked?"
Perception to find traps?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
** spoiler omitted **
You do find a trap, it's a needle trap. You didn't disable it, apparently.
Worried that the trap could be dangerous Azig studies it again before trying. "Yes... A needle. Maybe poison? I don't think I like this putz! Good thing he's dead!"
"Ouch!"
Worried that the trap could be dangerous Azig studies it again before trying. "Yes... A needle. Maybe poison? I don't think I like this putz! Good thing he's dead!"
[dice=Try again!?!]1d20 +7 "Ouch!"
[dice=Fort Save if needed?]1d20 +2
You set off the trap. You get a needle in your hand, and it dispenses a powerful halucinogenic. You are under the same effects as the confusion spell for 6 rounds.
Seeing the wand tossed to Daranil intrigues the dwarf. Curious if the magic is from the gods, Thoric cast Detect Magic to get a glimpse of the school.
Hearing the trap trigger and an ouch from Azig, Thoric moves to aid his new companion of his wound. He says a little prayer as he cast Virture on the rat kin.
Seeing the wand tossed to Daranil intrigues the dwarf. Curious if the magic is from the gods, Thoric cast Detect Magic to get a glimpse of the school.
Hearing the trap trigger and an ouch from Azig, Thoric moves to aid his new companion of his wound. He says a little prayer as he cast Virture on the rat kin.
While the group recovers from the fight (and waits to hear what connection the mage had, if any, to Lamm), Karinna moves to the door and listens carefully for movement or voices.
While the group recovers from the fight (and waits to hear what connection the mage had, if any, to Lamm), Karinna moves to the door and listens carefully for movement or voices.
[dice=Perception]1d20+5
I think there are two doors to choose from based on the map. Which door are you listening in on?
Azig stands up from the trapped lock and waves his rapier around. "Oh! It's attacking me. Bugs! They're all over me."
He swings the hilt wide and stabs himself in his leg. "Ouch! It stung me but I got it! Yay!"
A7. The pic I got from the Maps section of the adventure is too small for regular sized icons, but I could put them in -- if you don't mind straining your eyes.
1d100
Azig stands up from the trapped lock and waves his rapier around. "Oh! It's attacking me. Bugs! They're all over me."
He swings the hilt wide and stabs himself in his leg. "Ouch! It stung me but I got it! Yay!"
The elf cocks his head to the side. "You'll have to fill me in on this one, I don't think that was in the script." he states matter-of-factly. "You must save your blade for the star of the show, our dear friend Lamm."
Lem backs away from Azig, looking at the others. "Anybody got an idea what happened to him?"
Azig lurches toward Lem. "Hold still! They're on you now!" Jabbing at Lem with his rapier.
Daranil lets out a chuckle that's only slightly muffled by his mask and bandages. He backs away whith his palms up, hoping that Azig's next ourburst won't be aimed at him. "My my, it would appear that our friend has gone quite mad. Does anyone happen to have a means of calming him down? I fear my next spell would merely put another crack his already fractured mind."
"What does this guy have to do with Lamm?"
"And to answer your question," he states quite calmly despite the current situation, "he trained the most magically gifted of the little lambs. So they could be more useful, of course, and it hardly earned them sanctuary from his cruelty."
"Hey!" Lem yells as he gets his shield up in time to block Azig's thrust. The halfling scrambles to get behind Daranil, putting the actor in between him and the mad ratfolk.
Azig turns away, staring at the walls. "Ahhhh. Pretty. But Nhem, really I just.... Flog that! How is there's what?"
1d100 ⇒ 42
Azig turns away, staring at the walls. "Ahhhh. Pretty. But Nhem, really I just.... Flog that! How is there's what?"
GM: Yeah, hopefully.
Daranil, give me a perception check once again . . . no, I'll do it.
Bridgette keeps alert for any sound or movement while looking at the confused ratfolk.
"Should one of us hold him down for a bit while someone slaps him back to reality, either that or give him some wake up juice. That stuff can get any knocked out drunk back to their senses."
Karinna stands up from listening at the door. "I think I can hear Lamm's voice, but it sounds distant, like it is coming from one of the rooms beyond this one. It may be wise to take this opportunity to prepare ourselves for the confrontation, if we have any special items or magic to aid us."
Azig glances around, then throws his blade to the ground. "Yes. Grab me. I can't control myself. The poison is clouding my mind!"
Lem looks up- and up, and up- at Bridgette. "You're the big one, grab him!"
“Oh…” Thoric lets out in surprise as apparently the trap was a magical spell. Seeing that Azig is lashing out and attack his new friends, he attempts grappling the confused friend.
“Come here!”
Bridgette hops in to restrain the drugged Ratfolk
The elf cocks his head to the side. "Shame, really. With one's mind so muddled, it's difficult to appreciate the drama of the moment. I suppose we can take a moment to see if our friend here can calm down. I'll take this time to... prepare."
Seeing that his grapple isn’t successful, Thoric moves away defensively. As Bridgette grapples Azig, Thoric moves back to aid her. “Come on Azig, just relax. Most poisons will quickly run its course and wear off, or kill you.” Looking around at the newcomers of the group; “Is anyone skilled with poisons?”
Lem snorts as he comes out from behind Daranil now that Azig is restrained. "Do people normally admit to that kind of thing where you're from? That's criminal activity here, I'm pretty sure," the halfling says with a smirk.
Bridgette adds "I'm betting a good friend of all of ours named Murphy's Law says, that our little rat friend here is the most knowledgeable and or experienced one in poisons, Mr Thoric."
Azig starts struggling again, biting Thoric's armor.... "Argh! Let me go! I'll bite you 'til you bleed to death!"
Sounds like you're right.
Dodging a bite, Thoric pushes off from aiding Bridgette who has Azig grappled. “Blast it! You aren’t a sewer rat, stop biting out as you are one!” He shoves his shield in Azig’s face to give him something else to bite at.
Azig continues struggling, frantically but very weak compared to the pair holding him. Feeling the effect finally wear off he relaxes and takes several deep breathes. "I think.... I think it has finally worn off. The poison on the needle was something I've never heard of. It was like something was attacking my brain. I couldn't think straight or control what I was doing. I hope to never feel that again."
"Oh. You can release me now. And I thank you much for stopping me. I'm pretty weak but I could accidentally hurt.... Well, at least hurt myself!"
Once he's let go he glances at his weapon on the floor but leaves it there. "I'm going to try that lock again. If it was poison it should be gone now. If that was magic? Well, feel free to knock me down and sit on me if needed."
Take 20? LOL!
It would have been easier to take 20, yes.
You managed to disable the trap and unlock it. Inside is a chest full of gold coins, a painting of Lamm when he was younger, and several scrolls with magical writing on them. (5)
Azig looks around the group. "A bit of gold, a picture of the jerk.... Anybody want to make a dart board? And looks like some scrolls. Can anyone read them?"
Azig looks around the group. "A bit of gold, a picture of the jerk.... Anybody want to make a dart board? And looks like some scrolls. Can anyone read them?"
1,000 gold pieces.