It takes two flaskes of alchemist's fire to cauterize all seven heads.
Ashur, you and Jed round the corner to see Dahak smashing the heads of a large, seven-headed, reptilian beast into a pulp. Myrkar is picking the ninja up off the ground, and Revan is going behind Dahak, pouring Alchemist Fire on the stumps.
"Great gods, what happened here? Oh, well, actually, that's pretty clear. Is anyone in need of healing, I am capable in that."
0-Know direction, Detect Poison, Purify food and drink, Resistance
1-Entangle, Cure Light wounds, Priduce Flame
If someone is hurt, I shall decide which items to use on them, if not I will examine the area for signs that this creature had any struggles territory wise with another large creature.
When my rage subsides:
"That one is in need of reassembly," Indicating the ninja. Meanwhile I seem oblivious to the small trail of bubbling oil being left in my own wake.
Hm, I'll see what I can do.
"This not dragon... me go look for dragon..."
I wander further into the cave
I sigh and follow the warforged, looking around at the cave for anything of interest.
Laucian takes a deep breath and plunges through the falls
I take one last nervous glance at the creature, half expecting it to get back up, and then follow the others into the cave.
The cave is dark and damp (being behind a water fall). Sitting in the middle of the room is a stack of wooden crates.
"Be careful, this cave may be home to further dangers. You, Laucian, should be especially wary, as you are still injured."
Ashur, in each of the three crates, you find two back packs bearing HHH in large letters.
Ashur, in each of the three crates, you find two back packs bearing HHH in large letters.
"Hmmm. Interesting. What acronym is this?" "I do not wish to open these until we have an idea of what they might contain."
Laucian walks over to the wall of the cave, "Hey, there's something here. It looks like a door, but I don't see a way to get it open."
"Barsh?"
Assuming the door shows signs of damage, "BARSH!!!" I yell happily, and continue thumping on the door until it is no more.
*sighs at the warforged's antics* "Could we not simply have checked first to see if there was a lock. Oh, well, it's open now... Let us try at least to be more wary and quieter in this new place, bashing down doors is hardly either."
*sighs at the warforged's antics* "Could we not simply have checked first to see if there was a lock. Oh, well, it's open now... Let us try at least to be more wary and quieter in this new place, bashing down doors is hardly either."
"Have you some malady, you seem to be leaking air."
"And what is a lock? And why should we be quiet?"
The "door" seems to be made of solid stone. Dahak's blows hardly scratch the surface.
**Boggle**
"Perhaps now that you have made the racket with the steel-on-stone, we can force it open more quietly. I am not an expert on doors, but if we can figure out in which direction it opens (in/out, if it is the kind of stone door I'm thinking of, perhaps even which side), then we can move it more effectively."
Clueless as to the true nature of the arcane symbols on the backpack, I step up to the plate and begin my own thorough search of the area, hoping to find some clue, or trigger, or perhaps something more sinister.
There are no hinges, knobs, keyholes, or traps on the door.
"Hrm, no obvious physical components. No knobs, switches or gears that I can find." I say to no one in particular. "Enchanted perhaps? Opened via keyword? Though I don't wager to know how tall dark and scaley would use it in that case."
"More Barsh?" I ask, raising an imaginary eyebrow.
"I don't think that the door was meant for the hydra. I'm guessing that the hydra was a guardian of some type and was never intended to use the door." I look at the door to see if I can find anything useful or remember anything from my arcane studies about such doors. After a moment of looking I concentrate for a moment with closed eyes and then look around again.
Myrkar
You see a moderate conjuration aura emanating from the bags. The auras are being draw to the "door". The "door" seems to be sucking the magic from the bags. Any other magic items the PCs are carrying seem to be effected in the same way.
The door emits no aura, but you now see silvery writing carved into the stone.
"Everyone get away from the door! My spell revealed that it looks like the door is sucking magic into itself from our possession and those bags!" I say as I step a few feet back and then begin to study the bags.
Laucian, hearing Mykars shout, back hurriedly away from the door not wanting to lose any more of his precious flesh.
Myrkar
"Magic in bags?"
I begin dupming any contents out of the bags, and rooting through.
I sigh and say "Yes, there might be magic in the bags but the bags themselves are magical. They allow you to carry more than is usually possible in a backpack." as I look through the bags with somewhat more delicacy than Dahak.
All six bags are full of exotic furs and skins from a variety of strange creatures.
For Myrkar
"Hmmm. The door is absorbing magic from these bags that hold objects in a special, extra-dimensional space, perhaps... Myrkar, does the door seem to absorb only the energies, or take on the qualities of the magic it absorbs?"
"I don't know. It looked like it was just absorbing the magic but I'll take anotehr look." I say as I look at the doors again with my arcane sight and try to determine the answer the his question.
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"Well now," I say to nobody in particular. "With a spell like that guarding the door, there's gotta be something damn impressive on the other side!"
I'm fairly certain that anyone who happens to be looking at me can see that I'm practically drooling with the possibilities. I don't pay it any mind though, as my weakness for loot has overriden my composure.
I stop for a moment, thinking. After a time, I examine the furs that Dahak has casually strewn about the cave floor to see if there is anything unusual about them.