Listen check= 16 .
Someone is definitely coming this way, though the echoes of the warehouse make it difficult to determine direction.
Alerted by Tyndal's cessation of movement, Terin listens intently and hears a metal on metal clink, followed by what might be someone pouring out a canteen or urinating.
Seann smirks, making a sweeping motion with his hands. Much of the filth disappears.
Pointing out the prints to the others, Eldin lights the procured lantern and heads off in the direction of the prints, looking for further signs of his companions.
Eldin lights the procured lantern and heads off in the direction of the prints, looking for further signs of his companions.
I'm assuming he went right (based on print(s)), is that correct?
Eldin lights the procured lantern and heads off in the direction of the prints, looking for further signs of his companions.I'm assuming he went right (based on print(s)), is that correct?
Tyndal moves toward the sound, hoping to keep the illusion that he's a worker. (With quick draw, a weapon is always close at hand)
"Hi there! Don't worry about the noise, we just need some wood to prop up the crapper, so we can get down there to work"
Seeing the other party members, he relaxes.
"Hey, come give us a hand. We found a rope down into the sewer, under the crapper."
Seeing the other party members, he relaxes.
Tyndal meets Eldin halfway along the right-hand (for Eldin) path, bringing him up to speed on current events.
There is a little puddle on the floor here, which you are sure wasn't there before.
Seeing the other party members, he relaxes.
Seeing the other party members, he relaxes.
Tyndal meets Eldin halfway along the right-hand (for Eldin) path, bringing him up to speed on current events.
There is a little puddle on the floor here, which you are sure wasn't there before.
I'm following Eldin.
"We're going to climb down into the sewer, through the commode?"
Anders looks down at his well tailored garb, then looks apprehensively at the smelly hole.
Hey where did this puddle come from? It wasn't here before! *sniffs at the puddle to determine what the liquid is*
Fear not, Anders, for Seann is currently doing a good bit of work with his cantrip to make our entry as un-soiled as possible.
I'm following Eldin.
*sniffs at the puddle to determine what the liquid.
The puddle carries the distinctive odor of sea life, of a type you’ve smelled quite recently, but can’t immediately place.
Terin’s knowledge of marine fauna and the party’s recent trip to the waterfront allow him to eventually identify the substance as whale oil. Specifically, the kind used in maritime lamps.
With a foreboding sense of recognition and a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Terin places the smell. Rosk. The disgusting man in the alley was soaked to the skin in whale oil.
Fu@k! That filthy disgusting wretch from the alley, Rosk, is here, guys and he left this puddle sometime after we entered the building. I sense a betrayal and some hard times soon to come. Be ready!
We need to find him immediately and deal with whatever ramifications come with his appearance! Search the whole building if we have to.
Harven also followed Anders.
Fu@k! That filthy disgusting wretch from the alley, Rosk, is here, guys and he left this puddle sometime after we entered the building. I sense a betrayal and some hard times soon to come. Be ready!
We need to find him immediately and deal with whatever ramifications come with his appearance! Search the whole building if we have to.
Harven quickly gets to following Terin's lead.
With a foreboding sense of recognition and a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Terin places the smell. Rosk. The disgusting man in the alley was soaked to the skin in whale oil.
Fu@k! That filthy disgusting wretch from the alley, Rosk, is here, guys and he left this puddle sometime after we entered the building. I sense a betrayal and some hard times soon to come. Be ready!
We need to find him immediately and deal with whatever ramifications come with his appearance! Search the whole building if we have to.
"Is that... whale oil?"
. . .
"Isn't whale oil flammable?"
. . .
A crawling sensation spreads up Anders' bare nape.
“That’s what I wanted to tell you,” says Eldin, keeping his voice low in the cavernous space of the warehouse. “Vanthus, Penkus and Rosk have been here … and it is possible that they’ve been picking off workers who stumble upon their operation.”
Eldin glances around at the stacks of crates, then continues in a low voice. “Now, it is entirely probable that Rosk knows someone is here, but not necessarily that we are after him…the guards assume we are a cleanup crew come to deal with the ‘sewer monsters’ and Rosk may assume the same. Terin, as far as we are aware Rosk has only seen you, perhaps you should wear your hood pulled up, so that you are not as recognisable. We should remain alert for ambushes.”
“As for searching for him – how many exits are there from this place? Obviously the way we entered is one … and you found an entrance into the sewers … I think we should hasten to add a guard to each of those areas, whilst the rest of us search the place in one or two groups. I have a reasonable eye for detail so I will be in the search party. Terin, with his tracking skills should be too.”
“Anders, as for the whale oil … well, hopefully Rosk is not stupid enough to burn down a building when he’s inside it. If he is, we’ll just need to be prepared to get away in a hurry.”
Harven also followed Anders. Survival=15/Spot=22/Listen =26)
While you do not locate any prints except your own party’s along the right fork, you do hear a good deal of wood-on-wood scraping noises, and once, you hear maniacal laughter followed by a splashing noise.
Is there any tracks I can follow (say wet, slimy footprints?)?
There are definitely dripping prints leading towards and away from the left fork (assuming you are looking from the entrance). It doesn’t appear that Rosk is even attempting to conceal his presence at this point.
As the party reassembles and discusses the potential repercussions of the puddle, a thunderous clash of wood and stone erupts from the opposite side of the storehouse, interrupting the soft babbling of the water from below and otherwise tomblike silence of the building. A mere heartbeat later, an amphora wobbles awkwardly around the corner towards your general direction. A slight crack erupts from its surface, and the vessel splits in twain, spraying lamp oil onto your boots.
"Right. I revise my opinion of Rosk's intelligence. Do we run for the door or the sewers?"
Before you’ve quite recovered from this new development, you feel a slight drop in the surrounding air pressure, followed by an incredible detonation from somewhere within the warehouse, possibly the service entrance. The entire building shudders slightly, and the vibration knocks the cover from a nearby crate. Sawdust, straw, and numerous clay vessels spill out onto the floor.
You smell smoke.
“People! Use the feet that Fharlanghn gifted you with – run!”
F@CK!!! ROOWWWWRRRWW!!
A bedraggled man carrying a blazing torch dripping embers steps into view from the direction the party arrived (the right fork). Face contorted with wrath, mouth repetitively opening and closing wordlessly, he glares at Terin (as Terin shifts) with hateful eyes.
“NO ONE CUTS SHEFTON ROSK OUT!,” he screeches, heaping his rage upon you.
With a swiftness born of true madness, Rosk presses the torch to his clothes. Flesh melting, hair sizzling, the human candle charges the open container! Rosk impacts the clay jugs at full speed, and the two meet explosively. Lifted from their feet and thrown in every direction, the party scrambles to avoid burning oil, fleshy gibbets, and splintering wood fragments.
The blaze quickly spreads to nearby crates, blocking your egress with flame. Though no additional containers have discharged as of yet, time would appear to be of the essence.
The force of the explosion hurls the great cat-like beast to the ground. Bells ringing in his ears, he is unable to avoid the charred remains of Rosk’s rib cage, which strike him squarely in the face. Even after death, Shefton doggedly pursues his irrational obsession, determined to vex Terin to the bitter end.
Eldin, closest to the deranged man, turns quickly and heroically manages to shield Terin from the worst of the damage with his own body. Shaking off the percussion wave, he quickly takes stock of the situation.
Having reacted on instinct rather than conscious thought in a doomed effort to stop the deranged man, Eldin finds himself flung heavily to the floor, but manages to keep his wits about him, and scrambles quickly away from the spreading pool of whale oil.
He looks around, trying to assess if any of his companions were badly hurt in the blast … and his eyes alight on the rows of additional amphora stacked on the surrounding shelves. His eyes, watering against the smoke and stench, widen in alarm.
“Seann! Tyndal! The hole to the sewers – will all of us fit down there?”
The cleric leaps to his feet and feels for the newly procured wand at his belt.
Anders is pondering how flammable the building is when the suicidal lunatic rounds the corner and explodes himself. One of Rosk's charred arms, blown off just above the elbow, flies across the room in a beeline and hits Anders square in the face.
"What in the name of Tiamat's five unholy sphincters was that? Was that parting of his focking arm?"
Tiamat's five unholy sphincters
Reflex Save (1d20+7=14), Damage (1d6=4)
Will Save (1d20+1=6)
The force of the explosion hurls the small gnome across the room, and he slams into a stack of crates, and slumps to the floor, stunned by the force of the blast.
Seann feels the pain of a thousand hangovers as the concussion of the blast knocks him reeling. However, he's able to keep his feet. Staggering towards Terin, nose bleeding, he gestures in the general direction from where they entered.
The Beast lurches back to his feet, staggering, and pulls his ripped body after Eldrin stoicly. The pain has sharpened his thoughts into the last thing he was thinking: Follow Eldrin's lead. A sharp growl of pain escapes his whiskered lips.
Tyndal instinctively raises his shield, as splinters of flaming wood rain all around him.
"Who the hell was that???!!"
Below him, is the gnome, stunned and wounded. He grabs the gnome like a sack of grain and runs for the crapper.
"It... We... You... I... Up... Ahhh..."
Seann staggers toward the staircase, nearly falling several times. The acrid smell of burnt hair follows him.
Seann staggers toward the staircase
He grabs the gnome like a sack of grain and runs for the crapper.
Tendrils of flame begin to lick at the ceiling of the warehouse, and the searing heat tugs at your flagging strength. Sweat pours into your eyes, then boils away just as quickly. The haze of smoke parts briefly at the angry outburst of another shipping crate, the path to the two rooms is clear of obstacles!
You feel you should act now, as there’s no telling if you’ll receive a second chance.
"Everyone! That way! Now!"
The Beast's vision narrows into a single-minded focus on Eldin's back and he follows Half-elf doggedly.