At Valessa's words, Brick snaps out of his reverie. With some difficulty, he unshoulders the tiny (comparitavely) pack, and digs though it with his surprisingly deft fingers.
"I don't know."
A long pause.
"What's a grapple?"
I climb up Beren and Valessa and manage to find a handhold and haul myself up onto the windowsil where I look out the window.
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I climb up Beren and Valessa and manage to find a handhold and haul myself up onto the windowsil where I look out the window.
You reach the window easily, and find the sill wide enough for your small body to stand on comfortably. About 18 inches wide.
You can tell by the limited amount of light filtering through the windows from the stones behind you that there are a variety of rooms that you can watch over from here. The details are blurred by distance and shadow, but you can make out work benches, cells, torture devices, and a dozen other chambers.
I climb up Beren and Valessa and manage to find a handhold and haul myself up onto the windowsil where I look out the window.
You reach the window easily, and find the sill wide enough for your small body to stand on comfortably. About 18 inches wide.
You can tell by the limited amount of light filtering through the windows from the stones behind you that there are a variety of rooms that you can watch over from here. The details are blurred by distance and shadow, but you can make out work benches, cells, torture devices, and a dozen other chambers.
I climb up Beren and Valessa and manage to find a handhold and haul myself up onto the windowsil where I look out the window.
You reach the window easily, and find the sill wide enough for your small body to stand on comfortably. About 18 inches wide.
You can tell by the limited amount of light filtering through the windows from the stones behind you that there are a variety of rooms that you can watch over from here. The details are blurred by distance and shadow, but you can make out work benches, cells, torture devices, and a dozen other chambers.
"Hey Valessa, all I found was a knotty rope." Brick holds the rope up high, mostly to confirm that yes, it is indeed a knotty rope.
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A massive skeleton, comes thundering around the corner. The rusted links of its ancient chainmail armor clanging noisily as it moves.
Behind it, six odd four armed creatures take a knee and let fly with light crossbows, while thier upper arms bang spears on shields.
Behind them, shouting commands in a language you don't understand is hideous abomination of a humanoid, with empty eye sockets and two large tentacles.
Know Religion: 16
This is a hill giant skeleton.
Know Dungeoneering: 14
The smaller creatures are dolgrims, one of the abominations that serve the powers of the Dragon Below
Know Dungeoneering: 16
The larger creature is a dolgaunt, a lietenant in the forces of the dragon below.
Know Nobility and Royalty: 14
Even without being able to understand them, you recognize the commanding demeanor of the dolgaunt. He is a Marshal
Initiatives please:
Ruuz looks up at the giant skeleton and quickly start ruffling through his coat looking for some scrolls. "Forget the rope Brick and do something about that skeleton!!"
"What is that thing and just what kind of place are we in here"
"The four-armed things are dolgrims. I believe that they serve the cults of Kyber." I say as I draw my scimitar.
Brick is mumbling to himself again.
"Happy thoughts happy thoughts happy thoughts..."
In his own way, this seems to calm him. What he doesn't notice is that his hands and eyes are beginning to emit a soft golden glow...
I look askance at Brick and ask "What are you doing? Why are your hands glowing?"
I look askance at Brick and ask "What are you doing? Why are your hands glowing?"
"I don't know. It happened before, when the blood people tried to hurt us."
Valessa's eyes widen in surprise - which quickly turns to fear.
"What in Khyber ... oh frak!" she turns to the others, panic showing in her face. "Dolgrims! Dolgaunt!"
Valessa reaches into her pack, scrabbling for something, before her fingers close around the object she was looking for, drawing it out.
"These things are bad news people," she says, looking around wildly. "Maybe we should run - let the giant's trap take care of them?"
“The thing with the tentacles – the Dolgaunt – will be in charge – and the most dangerous of the lot,” Valessa continues, low and urgent. “It – and the Dolgrims, the things that look like two goblins squashed together – I’ve heard they’re somewhat resistant to ordinary weapons. The hobgoblins used Beshyk against them – I don’t think any of us have that, but magic may suffice.” Her voice begins to crack in fear, and she is looking around as if expecting something else to spring out at them at any moment.
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The Dolgaunt leader barks out orders in a language you don't understand.
The Dolgrim let fly with crossbows. 3 fire at Brick, 2 at Beren, and 1 at rokko.
Brick -
to hit 10 damage 4
to hit 7 damage 6
to hit 22 (possible crit confirm - 11) damage 2 (+5 if confirmed)
Beren -
to hit 8 damage 6
to hit 21 damage 3
Rokko -
to hit 17 damage 3
And the giant thunders down the hallway, ending up about 45' from the nearest of you.
End surprise round, begin normal initiative.
to hit 22 (possible crit confirm - 11) damage 2 (+5 if confirmed)
"So you're saying we can't hurt them? Wonderful!" I say as (on my turn) I move over to Beren and mutter something while waving a hand over his wounds. Tendrils of silvery light stitch the wound back together.
Ruuz instinctively ducks as the bolts fly towards the group and quickly gathers some magic inside him and releases it into his crossbow.
I sigh and look at the floor below me. "I guess I'll have to do this without a step ladder." I mutter and begin to climb down the wall. Once I reach the floor I hurry after my companions.
The Dolgrims' projectiles slam into Brick's ceramic carapace, dislodging bits of rust and clay. The warforged kneels, trying desperately to shoulder the pain. Then, he straightens with a jerk. Soft golden light pours from his eyes, as well as from around the missiles projecting from his body. He raises his hand, upon which a strange symbol glows. Golden light radiates from his fingertips, lancing toward the giant skeleton.
Valessa unscrews the jar of magic oil and applies it frantically to her bow. She attempts to position herself towards the rear of the group, whilst maintaining a clear line of sight to the Dolgaunt at the rear of the enemy group
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Beren snarls as the crossbow bolt scores a glancing hit on him. He quickly nocks his own bow and sends a returning arrow at the strange creature that fired at him.
“We’ll soon see if these things can bleed, magic or no,” he growls, preparing to drop his bow and draw his blades if necessary.
Sari watches as Beren attacks the creature. Sari grabs here Shortbow and aims for the chest of the Goblin.
"oh this can't be good...."
Beren lets out a growl and looks over at Valessa, "At least we know we can take out the fodder. But the crazy leader guy...", Beren pauses and turns to see the creature double in size, "... He may be another matter."