Erynion takes 10 for a 12 Acrobatics. On the other side, he takes a good look around.
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"It's good for you, Ady. It beats sitting around eating pies all day."
And dwarves just love watching people work...
"Not much to see now dear Ady. Perhaps we can decipher the mystery of the chain controls...Let's go with Irathes." Erynion follows along back to .
Erynion follows along to the corner, taking 10 for a 12 Acrobatics, and peeks his head around to take a look.
Erynion makes ready to help Klodd if he doesn't make it across, or follow after if he does.
"How clever clever clever...let's see where this leads." Erynion moves in and stays alert for danger.
Erynion takes one of the bottles out, unsyoppers it, sniffs it, and does the whole detect/identify thing on it.
"Hmm! What a kind little fellow. Well, shall we take a look around? Erynion stashes the potions in his pack and starts to search the room.
"Oh splendid! I'll hold him! Birds are fascinating. Do you mind if I study your beak structure while I hold you? I must note the differences between yours and the gull's and tern's."
"Hmm? Were you unable to hear that?" Erynion looks confusedly at Irathes and Klodd as they discuss. Then, realization dawns and he looks at their ears forlornly. "Oh...oh yes. I am truly sorry, sometimes I forget that...other races are so deaf. There weren't many where I come from and I've only been among you for a scant 3 or 4 decades. The world truly is full of such fascinating wonders.
"I'm afraid you have us at a disadvantage, for you seem to be able to see us but we cannot see you. Surely you could do us the honor of showing yourself to us."
Erynion keeps his ears pricked and his eyes peeled as he talks to the voice.
Hey, I mean, botting the GM just means you'll come back to us being in control of Cheliax. No biggie. Take care, nightdeath. If you need more time, take it. This is just a game and it can wait.
"Dreadfully sorry but I'm feeling quite hale. Are we interrupting?"
Erynion gives her a grin.
lower,in Azlanti: "You've become very proficieny at their strange expressions as well. You HAVE been reading my journals!"
"Mr. Rockhopper, is this a jar you think you could open?"
"Friends, we have have a chance to get through unscathed while the runes gather more energy. Are there any more rats around here? We could purposefully set it off again...I'm actually rather curious about the mechanism. This may bear further study."
Erynion detects magic and does the whole thing on any auras. Let's just run through the list too. Read magic on the runes and
"Well yes, let's see where these go then. It appears that they are an elevation control mechanism of some sort, but their focus should hopefully be right...along....here...." Erynion follows along the chains, keeping his eyes and ears peeled.
Erynion moves into the hall and starts checking in the cells.
Take all the time you need. Best wishes.
Erynion shoulders his way to the doorway, leans over, and puts his face right down next to Klodd's. Let's indeed.
"Ah good, at least the housekeeper has been through recently. I suppose that makes us the exterminators?"
"Mr. Rockhopper, that was a masterful display. Where did you learn such wonderful knifework? Perchance were you once a chef, considering your proficiency with both knives and jars?"
"Oh, that WAS exciting! Excuse me, I must take some notes on their enlarged anatomies..."
"Quite well eviscerated, Mr. Rockhopper! Let's do the same to the next!"
He moves up to the centipede and stabs with his rapier.
On the subject of Raging Rubble, how'd he get a 3rd level spell at 1st level?
Erynion draws his rapier and attempts to identify the centipedes:
"Watch the mandibles! They're vulnerable, but venomous!"
"Certainly, Mr. Rockhopper. After all, a door headimg down is really just a lid on a large jar below you." Erynion follows along, keeping a watchful eye out as well. Heading out of the natural light, his eyes adjust quickly to the darkness and he packs away his parasol.
"Aha! Evidence!' Erynion moves in to examine the creatures.
"Ahh, my mistake, sir. On occasion my mind wanders from such things. It won't happen again."
"How brilliant a name! Allow meto record it in the log." Erynion scribbles down the name in his journal along with a record of the members and their duties. So far, "Now, shall we take a look-see, hmm?" He leans over the hole and peers down, listening intently.
"Your jars must have been far more complicated than those we had at the spire."
Erynion winks at Adonenniel. "Aye aye, captain.
"Heave ho!"
Erynion gingerly follows along up the slope, taking 10 for a 10.
I suggest we tread carefully here, friends. There's something scaly up there watching us, probably another kobold. And I'm not sure this structure is entirely stable. They may have gotten in via a sinkhole. The tower's certainly collapsing jnto one. Erynion will collect a sample of explosives or residue if there is any available to do so while he's still on the ground floor. He won't start climbing unless the rest of the group does.
That is certainly an interesting theory that bears investigation, Mr. Kloddhopper. I'd like to collect some samples of any alchemical explosives as well, to show to the local alchemist. Erynion follows along back to the tower.
Aha! Are we to be deputized ourselves then? I do so love becoming embroiled in things. Or are we to be contractors? Erynion squints in the light and pops open his umbrella to shade his eyes. If we're to do this, we may as well do so properly. Madam, is there anyone in town skilled in the arts of alchemy or explosives? I noticed the telltale signs among the wreckage. This Hunclay, perhaps?
Fascinating! You'll have to teach me some time. Have you met any other speakers? He takes out a journal and starts scribbling down notes. I can only imagine that would prove useful when delving into forbidden graves...
After examining the building, Erynion heads over to the wizard's residence to join the others. I believe the destruction of the tower was a rather well-planned affair, rather than any sort of accident. If my nose does not betray me, in fact, it was brought down by a series of conflagrations by someone fairly knowledgeable, although they may have made some miscalculations while mixing their formulations, adding more accelerant which increased the yield of the mixture past what was strictly necessary to bring the building down. You see, I learned a small amount about alchemy, theoretically of course, from an Ifrit in Katapesh--Ady, I believe I wrote you about this--and we spent many a long night experimenting... Erynion continues to prattle on long past the point that anyone is paying attention.
Erynion takes a pretty good look at the foundations and wreckage. I will catch up momentarily, my fellows.
Hmm. Well, as they appear to have passed on, I suppose there is little to be done to assist them. Perhaps there is something else among the wreckage though... Erynion begins to sift through the wreckage, looking for anything unusual.
Look, victims! Well, bodies, in any case. Erynion heads over to check out the scaly corpses in the rubble.
Erynion looks up from his book at the unexpected noise.
Salutations my new friends! How is ev- What is everyone heading towards? Is there a festival outside? I do so enjoy festivals! He gets up and heads outside with everyone else. Ady, what's going on here?
Hello gentlebeings, this is a merry occasion indeed! ADY! I imagine shall be very surprised upon discovering you SO far abroad of the Spire.
Ahh, how fortuitous!
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