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DM, everything okay?

Floren growls loudly, "Aye, Arturien, let's kill 'em again!" and starts to move forward with his maul in his hands.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Can we still see Tis'Kaliss at this point?

Any chance to figure out how many voices are chanting? Like a dozen or 500?

Int check: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

Floren glances down the hallway, then back to the blackness at the end of the cavern. He looks at the rest of his comrades, raises one finger, then points toward the dark area. He then raises two fingers, and points down the hallway.

DM, three of the characters have darkvision - does that change what we can see in the cavern?

Floren whistles softly as the secret door opens. "More and more interesting. Seems there's more to this tower than we thought."

He looks at Tik'kaliss, "The ones I've known with secret doors in the cellar most often lead down to ... dark ... places. Dungeons, torture rooms, wizard labs full of demons and devils and other such magical nonsense."

Floren shrugs his shoulders and loudly cracks his neck. He grips his maul tightly then looks around with a wide grin, "Don't know about the rest of you, but I'm thinking we need to make sure nothing down there is going to come up tonight to interrupt our beauty sleep. What you say, boys?"

Floren is ready to move down. I assume we want light?

Floren takes up position beside the trapdoor in the floor, ready to leap down if anything happens to his scaly comrade.

Possible to discern anything about this tower? Age, construction, original inhabitants, how long ago abandoned, etc? Rolling for Stonecutting just in case: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11

Also, please confirm if Wobloom actually checked out the trapdoor in the ceiling of the first room or not. Fine either way, just want to make sure and inspect all openings. Thanks!

Floren watches Tis'kaliss attempt to open the door. "No, my friend. You cannot do it alone - let's try it together!" Floren motions the others inside to help.

Strength check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Floren chuckles, then looks up at the dark sky, "That's right, hold you camels!" he shouts.

He follows Tis'kaliss up the ladder.

Assuming he reaches the top without incident, Floren draws his maul.

Floren's disposition had steadily worsened as the rain continued to pour. Several small rocks had felt the brunt of his steel boots as he savagely kicked them out of his way. He frequently wiped the water off his brow, smearing the dust and war paint around until his head and face were covered with a mass of patchy colors, resembling a drunk or disturbed carnival worker more than a fearsome warrior.

His muttering became grumbling, which quickly led to cursing, most of which revolved the idiocy of ever traveling on top of the ground, rather than through it.

As Tis'kaliss and Arturien noted the tower, Floren glanced around.

"Probably doesn't even have a roof." he said just loud enough to be heard as he stomped forward.