With a nod and grimace, Caius continues his search of the environs and will search Natalya as well. He also collects the "mithral" blade and tucks it in his belt.
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Caius will move over the sword he dropped on the ground and ready to strike Verilich with the sap should he venture close enough, keeping him in view through the door.
Caius undelays! He grasps the sap and closes with Verilich, aiming a (not) crippling blow for his spikey head. "Enough with this juvenile jostling for dominance. I would think a dragon kin above such human petulance - but then again, hording treasure is in your nature... You must acquire better taste in treasure, winged one!" x2, B
Caius delays.
Caius recalls the walloping that was delivered to the guards outside using the sap in Ghaernan's possession. He will drop the shortsword he holds to the ground at his feet and hold out his hand to Ghaernan requesting the sap. "I think we have little choice but to lay him low," he comments. "Your sap, good sir!" Delaying.
As Verilich reaches for his potion, Caius lunges forward! Raising his greatsword, he aims the flat of his blade at the dragonkin's head.
Caius will attempt to appraise the shortsword, having a feeling it might be made of Mithril...
Caius studies Verilich closely...
After studying the being briefly, Caius attempts to recall what he knows of the snake creature. . Caius places the shortsword in Ghaernan's hands and commences a careful inspection of this room's environs and fallen.
"Verilich, might you attempt to collect the arrowhead without touching it? It seems to have some predilection towards affecting others." Caius will secure the blade (he would not want a revived Natalya to retrieve it), then stoop over Natalya and assess her state of health. He will stabilize her wounds if possible while positioning himself to block her view of the arrowhead.
Then he squares with the abominable serpentine goblin and delivers another strike.
Caius takes the opportunity to lash out with his sword.
Caius, taken aback by Natalya's illuminatory display, decides to focus his attack on the offender. He pauses to study her intently for the briefest of moments, then launches a javelin toward Natalya.
Because you asked.
Caius, acting immediately after Natalya, seeing Natalya and the gobbos ( ) perched on the rafters, hurls a javelin in the vicinity of one of the goblins. He then steps through he doorway and starts around the room.
Remaining out of sight of the aforementioned goblin snipers, Caius releases a javelin from its sling and hurls it at the huge mosquito that is grappling Verilich.
Caius will continue around the ledge and stealthily approach the door. Then he will open the door while standing on the ladder side of it.
Caius will move along the wall adjacent toward the ladder, , happily sliding into the sludge should the need arise!
Caius surveys the room once more, his gaze lingering on the unstable floor and the dark pit below. Without wasting time, he pulls out his adventuring rope and begins securing one end to the sturdy frame of the door near him, wrapping it around the door's frame and a section of the wall to ensure it's well-anchored. "Best not use the ladder. Like the other it will not bear much weight. I’m not trusting my footing in this pit of filth," he mutters as he works, his hands moving deftly. "Better to keep things steady." With the rope secured, he gives it a firm tug to test its strength, satisfied that it will hold. He then tosses the other end of the rope across the room, aiming for the unexplored area toward the far door on his left. The rope sails through the air before landing near the other side, providing something to use to pull oneself out of the pit if needed. "That should give some aid if sinking into whatever's lurking down there," Caius remarks, his eyes still wary as he glances toward the murky water. "I’ll go first, but keep your guard up. This place has more surprises than I care to deal with." He grips the rope tightly, ready to make his way across, his senses attuned to the room’s every unsettling detail.
Caius lets out a low, exasperated grunt, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Lovely," he mutters, glancing over his shoulder at the others. "Seems our wallowing in filth is far from over. This muck is becoming a common theme for us." His gaze shifts to the rickety ladder nailed haphazardly to the southwest corner of the wall, leading up into the shadows of the exposed rafters above. He takes a cautious step forward, eyeing the ladder with skepticism. "I’d hate to think this was Natalya's idea of comfort," Caius comments, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "If this is where she’s chosen to hole up, she must’ve either lost her mind and developed a taste for the grotesque or truly fears being found." He scans the room once more, his senses alert, not trusting anything in a place as rotten as this. "Keep your eyes open," he advises the group. "This pit reeks of more than just sewage—there's something off about this place."
As the group prepares to move on to the next room, Caius lingers at the door, his molten orange eyes catching the faint outline of a crawl space attic access in the room they just left. His grip tightens instinctively on the hilt of his greatsword as he steps back into the room, his gaze fixed on the hidden space above. The others pause, sensing his unease. Caius turns to the group, his expression serious, the tension in his stance evident. "Hold on a moment," he says, his voice low but firm. "We’ve got that crawl space back there, and I’m not leaving it unchecked. You never leave a potential hiding spot unexplored—especially one that could house enemies." He steps closer to the attic access, gesturing toward it as he speaks, his tone measured but insistent. "If there’s something—or someone—up there, we could be walking straight into a trap. Every fight, every battle, it’s not just about what’s in front of you. It’s about what’s at your back. We push forward and ignore that crawl space, and we’re as good as surrounded." Caius glances around at his companions, his eyes narrowing slightly as he continues. "This isn’t just caution—it’s survival. You leave enemies behind, and they’ll strike when you least expect it. Maybe not now, but later. Always clear every room, every space, before moving on. It’s a rule I’ve lived by, and it’s kept me alive this long." With a final look at the group, Caius steps toward the attic access, his sword at the ready. "We check this now, or we risk whatever’s up there coming down on us later."
"I will certainly wait for those who want to balance across the rafters to do so, but I would prefer to trod into the danger beyond." Caius gestures toward the door before him. "Just give the signal when we are all set." "Wait a minute... There seems to be an unexplored space above the first room." Caius points back above the door we used to enter this room.
"Now there are two of us for the bard to fuss over!" "Just let me know when we are in position and I'll breach the next room," Caius says as he looks to the group.
Caius will attempt to help Khalid out of the sludge by pulling him up with Khalid's extended weapon.
"Khalid, my sure-footed friend, can I lend you a hand clambering out of there?"
Caius will move up to wait patiently at the door for Khalid to circumnavigate the sludge pit, wondering why our flying friend could not claim the goblins' possessions instead - they were barricaded at the far side of the pit with large crossbows for a reason. But one must learn patience.
Caius will also inspect the new environs, looking along the exposed rafters and in the muck especially, without entering the slushy morass, of course. He would not want to spread the contamination he carries!
He will then clamber up from the sludge into the next room.
With renewed vigor, Caius slashes once more at the red rapscallion before him.
Crit confirm
Caius takes the lead in slaying the last vermin in this room.
To confirm the critical:
As another goblin nearby foolishly attempts to rise, Caius delivers another blow with his mighty blade.
Caius strikes at green goblin, since he came out first.
"I'll not leave these heel-biters at our back! Best to deal with them as they come. Perhaps MY plan was not clear?"
Smiling at the dwarf's encouraging words and feeling nigh invulnerable to filth, Caius jumps down next to the tunnels and readies to strike any goblin that emerges.
Hearing we have identified the only entrance, Caius will move back toward the door he recently exited. Taking a deep breath in anticipation of the stench and looking over his shoulder for a signal all are ready, he prepares to reenter.
"Filth Fever! Damnation! No fever will deter me... but is there a cure?" "If you insist the wall is impermeable, wise Ghaernan, I say we walk the perimeter and look for an alternate way into this ramshackle of a building that does not have us walking a plank for goblins. Failing that, I shall lead the charge into her breach, for battle will surely ensue."
"We need to take weapons and anything of use to us from these thugs." Caius enters the shed from whence the two thugs emerged and searches about. He is particularly interested in the structural integrity of the wall that adjoins the building.
"Right enough on the goblins! I'd have gotten three if you didn't need my help out here..." Caius remarks modestly. "However, they throw filth as if their life is worth the jest. And do not use the ladder that lies within that door, lest it crumble beneath your weight."
After studying the struggling captive briefly, Caius peers intently at his question-answering performance.
Caius moves out of the sludge ball impact area to join the fray in front of the shed.
Caius, please roll a Fort Save, DC 12.
Caius will attempt to open the door in front of him and leave this yawning cesspool behind. What does he see?
Caius will assess the stability of the plank before him and, if deeming it sturdy, will proceed to stealth across it to the door on the other side.
Caius remains in place, watching the far door, ladder, and tunnels into the sewer. He is ready to attack anyone who attempts to leave through the door he guards.
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