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Jack readies his grip on his pick as he moves along the path, not knowing what to expect.
Jack waits for Raven to be ready, and any information she may know, then heads down the tunnel.
Jack nods, checking his shield's straps. "Ready?" Jack will take point (unless someone else wants to look for traps?) and head down the tunnels looking for 'gremlins'.
Jack waits while the party reforms. I wonder how people from the Darklands know to come here. What is the source of Torch's fire? "Gremlins indeed. Does anyone know anything about them? Any experiences?"
"Thank you. You have been very forthcoming. When our party is back on their feet, we'll get to this gremlin business."
"A purple haired woman?" Jack asks. "Did you happen to notice a person... " and proceeds to give a description of Khonnir. "Perhaps before or after the woman entered?" "How long ago did she arrive?" "When our party is back on their feet, I think we can deal with these gremlins. For all our apparent quirks, we seem to be very capable of handling ourselves." Jack turns to look at Locke, seeking confirmation.
Jack starts to head out with Luepel, waiting for the party's second. He looks at Rywokit with expectation.
"Luepel. Well met." Jack says to the figure. He makes small talk while he waits for the party to revive the unconscious folk. "Down below? How extensive is this cave structure?"
"Thank you... what do we call you? I am known as Jack. How long have you been living down here?" Jack asks as he begins the task of retrieving his friends. Jack stands over the unconscious forms of his allies. "Anyone know how to wake them up?" he asks of anyone in the area, including the stealthy friend. He looks over the mold growing over the body with a defeated shrug. "Emelia will be saddened. Still, this mold looks different than the cold stuff in the cave." He responds to Raven: "Oddity indeed. Know what it is, or where it came from? Perhaps our friends know?"
"You are right, Locke. Let's follow this creature around to the easier access and regain our allies."
Stowing his heavy pick, Jack approaches the figure with a nod.
Jack considers Lazur for a moment. "Good plan, Lazur. Except why don't you and Locke retrieve our friends and the body." "Ryowiket, you and I should parley with their leader. I'd send Allen and Analise, as they both seem more comfortable in group settings... but unfortunately that is not an option."
"Take us to your leader."
Jack turns to address the faceless voice. "I believe we're reasonable people, but I cannot seem to identify who or what wishes to parley with us. Step out, it is safe."
Jack cringes a little as the short wooden man proclaims the cantrip as the most basic of magic. "Does anyone have something a little stronger?" he asks, "Not to belittle your effort friend. Just that speed is of essence here."
Jack thinks for a moment, waving his hand at the mold as if trying to accomplish some unknown arcane task. With a sigh to himself, he addresses the party. "Poor soul. Do any of the spell casters have a cold-spell to remove the mold and check to see if the body might be Bane?" "And don't take a torch down there! The mold loves fire."
Jack moves to the southern ledge, investigating the area.
Jack pauses long enough for Rywokit to search the rubble, trying to keep the party together. Then he proceeds to the south.
Jack examines the passageways, and moves southerly , unless the party stops him to investigate the more difficult passageway.
Jack fails to notice the disks until Raven moves up to them. "What are those?" he asks.
Jack moves down the southern corridor, keeping a wary eye.
"I don't suppose there is a trained trap-finder in our midst?" he asks, as he realizes that if someone were to try and prevent their progress, he may not notice it in time.
Jack flips the molds over, looking through it for signs of the dead's identification. When he is done, he washes his hand in the water.
Then he stands up, and walks back to the southern corridor.
"Well done!" Jack exclaims to the group. Jack steps aside to let the party investigate the molds. "Once we can identify these poor souls, we should return to the task at hand."
Jack continues to hold one of the slime in place so that the party can pick on the them one at a time. He takes a swing at the other.
Jack attempts to corner off one of the creatures from the party while attacking another.
Jack will move up to the halfling's dead corpse and hold his breath while poking at it with his pick. "The least we can do for the poor fellow is see if he has anything we can take back to family." After searching him for identification, he will lead the party down the remaining corridor. "So much death down here, and we haven't been here that long. What else will we find?"
"Did you find a cairn of some sort, Rywokit?" Jack asks, inquiring about the foot sticking from the mound. Jack turns to regard Analise with a quizzical look, then slowly offers, "...we should investigate."
Jack takes the holy symbol and sets it onto a rock, then uses his tower shield's to hammer into it.
He hammers into it repeatedly, until it bends and breaks a line through. "There. It's done. Now, can you calmly tell us more about who and what Zyphus is? Perhaps you can give us insight into what else may be lurking down here." Jack acknowledges Rywokit, "Well done... are you a mage? A sorcerer?"
Jack watches Raven with interest. "We have all seemed to survived." he acknowledges. "Nice shot Locke." "Raven is right, we should wait here until your vision returns. No sense blindly stumbling into trouble, pun intended."
"At the moment, it appears to be superior firepower. I question the use of the word 'forces' though! Now somebody hit the damn thing!"
Damn. It got past me. Jack reorients himself towards the foe, shifting his tower shield back onto his arm. He attacks the creature with his pick.
Jack continues to hold the line, deeming the penalty he is causing his ranged attackers better than the alternative; letting the beast into their faces. He steadies the grip on his pick, waiting for it. Premptive rolling:
"What are you?" Jack asks the beast, loudly so that the party can hear. He moves forward cautiously, approaching within 5 feet and planting his tower-shield down. "Do you speak the common tongue?"
Jack enters the intersection. "The waterway we passed by may lead to this northern area" Jack says, "Perhaps we should investigate before turning south?" Jack waits for the party's input on the direction to head, although left to his own devices, he will head north.
"Sure, Analise. On the way out. For now...." Jack turns to face the tunnel eastward. "For now, it seems we've learned what we can. We should move on and see if we can't find the half-orc's killer. Or Khonnir.." I can't see Khonnir being both... he says to himself. Jack begins to move further east down the tunnel.
Recognizing the skill set of his companions, Jack points out the body. "Someone want to check him? See what killed him, perhaps?" He will approach with whoever investigates the body, ready to defend them.
Jack nods as he surveys the fight scene. "Well done!" He watches as Raven goes to pick apart the dead critters. There's a strange one... Khonnir would be impressed though. "We should get a move on." Jack begins to head down the corridor, wary of whatever dangers may come.
Jack takes a five foot step to his right, bringing his shield up to bear against the beetles.
Drawing his pick, he lets out a swing against the one he has up against the wall.
"Good work Rywokit. Thank you." Jack gets out of the water and reaffirms his tower shield is strapped to his arm well. Taking advantage of Allen's light, he examines the area. "That works for me Lazur. I'll take point." Jack moves to the front of the party.
Jack watches the party jump in, shrugs to himself, grabbing the rope and dives in himself.
"People in general are an impatient lot." Jack chimes in after Raven's rhetorical statement. "I will take point. The tower shield is a useful tool to stop from being eaten from all manner of 'mysterious monsters'"
"I can carry the rope, if necessary." Jack volunteers. He turns to Rywokit, "Not having to breath while swimming sounds beneficial." He taps his armor twice rapidly, "I'm not sure that a rope would help me in this."
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