Using that PDF for tables:
neutral good
faction agent
dragonborn
bard
= 13
= 11
= 12
= 9
= 17
= 17
Search Posts
Rolling stats for a human:
definitely not a caster....
"So it is you who has trapped us in this place! What do you want with us, scoundrel?!"
This is a place for out of character discussion. Please limit ooc chat in the gameplay thread!
As dawn's light breaks deep into the cave you all camped in last night, the slaves stand over all of you prepping breakfast. Looking curiously back and forth as to who was supposed to be on watch, you are comforted by the bright healthy smiles of what used to be wan faces. One of the slaves, who you know recognize as a half elf, draws forth a bundle of sticks and herbs, "I dropped this into the fire to help you rest better while me and Brill took watch. You all seemed tired and have done so much for us we wanted to return the favor." They ask again for an escort to either Summit Hall across the river in the east or Red Larch in the west, seeing as they are the closest places for safety. They also mention that following the river north of here is Rivergard Keep, a place they believe they were being held and transferred from. There were many more slaves being carted from there, some from around here the The Dessarin Valley and some as far away as Mirabar.
(Sorry, not currently open to new players)
He also ded. Searching the room you find:
Gems valued 20 gp Ivory drinking horn with copper ends (60 gp)
Potion of Remove Fear (cr, 50 gp)
He ded.
Tigger's attack hits.
Blue falls. Seeing the loss of their comrade and Tural's disappearance the remaining two back up.
The blue-marked creature still stands.
The red marked one is in rough shape, but still lives.
The hideous creatures attack Tural, still standing in the doorway.
Tural's wounds feel strange, as though they won't heal right.
There is something about these creatures that makes you feel less lucky.
The door makes a loud POP as it opens where it had stuck to the frame over the years. The room is dark (not that it matters to you). Three ugly little creatures seem to have been alerted to your presence. One fires an arrow at Tigger.
Another fires an arrow at Tural.
The door is unlocked, but still closed.
It is a locked wooden door.
Only the second claw attack hits, but it is enough to kill the spider. When looking around you find some loot:
The spider looks to be in rough shape. With its last remaining strength it skitters across the ceiling, drops onto Tural, and bites.
Thandrus attack misses. The spider bites him and moves up onto the ceiling again.
DM rolls:
The swarm is wiped out. Just as you finish your attack a somewhat larger spider drops on your from the ceiling and bites!
The floor seems to move - before you realize that it's not the floor it's a countless number of spiders. The spiders coalesce into a swarm and begin moving toward you.
The door eventually collapses. Behind it the air is very moist and the floor is covered with low vegetation. In the south wall there is a crack where water is dribbling out, sustaining the plant life.
The lock refuses to open. As you complete the attempt you hear a small crunch noise from within the lock. It sounds like a small component has broken.
You discover a locked secret stone door. The air is more humid here, and it looks like the lock has suffered for it. It probably can't handle much abuse before seizing up.
Looks like a dead end. There are some weeds growing across part of the floor at the end of the hall.
It opens onto -you guessed it- another hallway!!!1!
Dead end.
You find: 28 pp, 242 gp, 79 sp, 30 cp
Tural is hit with Burning Hands.
The chest appears to be unlocked and magically trapped.
You see a sizeable chest at the end of the hall.
You see more empty hall.
Slowly the iron bars fall apart. The majority of it collapses to the ground. The top part dangles from the winch chain and drips acid.
It is a heavy iron portcullis. It doesn't seem to be locked, but the system to raise it is hidden from view and no controls seem to be available.
The man scrambles for his crossbow, but can't get it drawn in time. He curses your name as he passes out. After a while the two men will disappear.
"You little brat! If you kill me you get nothing. If you help me you get half the treasure. I'm holding more cards than you think!"
The man looks distressed. "What? But I need so little! Just enough to get me back on my feet!" He sighs and shakes his head. "Look, I know the secret to opening that portcullis. There is supposed to be a good amount of treasure back there. If you heal me a bit and give me half I'll open it for you."
The injured man seems to be sincere. You notice he has a loaded light crossbow next to him on the floor. There is a spear sticking out of the dead man and his empty purse lies beside him. Tigger stands next to a heavy iron portcullis. "We fought a number of battles, and my comrade didn't make it. We did come through the portal, but I fear that if I let myself rest it will be the... eternal sort. Also..." He rethinks what he was about to say and changes tack. "You wouldn't happen to be a healer would you? Or maybe you have a potion I could use?"
An injured adventurer lays next to a dead one in the corner. The living one notices you enter. "Oh thank god. I had given up hope that someone else might come down here in time. Could you give some aid to an injured fellow adventurer?"
In front of you is a simple curtain. There looks to be some blood on it. You hear a faint rustling noise inside.
The acid attack misses again, but the bite attack is enough to take down the creature. As its remains melt through the floor it leaves behind some slimy loot. 126 gp, 510 sp, 4500 cp, Potion of Invigorate (apg, 50 gp)
The creature is in slightly worse shape. It dropkicks Tural.
After failing it completes its move to walk back into the air.
|