Seann staggers toward the staircase
Seeing Tyndal grab Harven, and Seann staggering around muttering about a staircase, Eldin grabs the tattooed mage under the arm, and begins dragging him in the direction of the latrines.
“Terin, are you alright?” Eldin yells back at the beast doggedly following him. “I’ll heal the wounded once we get out of this heat and smoke.”
Eldin heads as quickly as he can towards the latrines, following the lead of Tyndal, who has of course been there before.
Once they make it through the doorway, and are out of imminent danger of being burnt alive, the priest pulls out his wand of curing and touches it to the worst of Terin’s burns. He then uses the wand on anyone else who appears wounded. “No point in plunging into the unknown in a less than optimal state,” he says.
Leading the way to the privy, Tyndal checks the rope for stability and prepares to descend.
"You guys ready?"
The beast's form quickly shifts back into that of Terin.
"Lets go people, move it! Down the shaft! This place isn't gonna be pretty in a moment!" Starts heading down the ladder after Tyndal, clapping a quick hand to Eldin's shoulder in a quick, silent thanks for the curing.
I'm injured lightly enough that I will wait until we are out of immediate danger to get healed.
"Need to get to the staircase. It's up."
"Lets do this."
Tyndal starts climbing down as fast as he can without losing his grip.
Ducking under the propped up stone commode, the party quickly descends the now hygienic rope ladder into the fetid, sweltering depths of the Sassarine sewer system. As the last member of the party enters the hole, there is a tremendous blast from above, accompanied by a wave of searing heat and light. The tunnel entrance slams closed, sending Tyndal’s crowbar whirling past you at high velocity, barely missing the party and landing with a loud splash somewhere below you in the now dripping, dank, darkness.
At the bottom of the shaft, there is a stone ledge beside a channel of running water, providing just enough room for the party to spread out into a single column. The source and egress of the water occur beneath stone walls, so it isn’t immediately clear if you’d be able to escape via the waterway. At the far end of the chamber, there is a brick lined tunnel with a curved ceiling. The stonework in the room you currently occupy is of a different type and pattern, as if it were not originally part of the sewer.
Let's get some light going, guys. Just this one lantern isn't gonna do enough and I would rather have a couple sources of light going incase one goes out. I already used my "light" for today, so I'm afraid I won't be much help there.
I think your crowbow went over there, Tyndal. *Gestures towards the vicinity of where it landed* If it is damaged I will try to fix it. That thing is damn handy!
"Thanks for pulling me to safety back there guys."
"Which way should we go? If you want I can scout ahead of the group. Just make sure that you don't silhouette me with those lanterns."
As Terin seems the most badly hurt, Eldin heals him before descending the latrine tunnel. Once down in the sewers he uses several more wand charges to heal the other wounded folk.
To his surprise, Eldin finds that he still has the lantern he picked up earlier. “I have a light source,” he says. “This one is almost out of oil, but I have several flasks of oil in my pack. I can also call on Fharlanghn for a minor light spell, but as it will not last long I shall save it for emergencies.”
Eldin looks up and down the ledge at his fellow adventurers, wrinkling his nose at the smell. “Now, lets try to avoid that water – fellows, is there just the one tunnel out of here, or can we go either way?”
"What a wonderful smell you've discovered."
"Thank you, Eldin. Clearly Fharlanghn wishes me to walk more. Preferably to somewhere with a more pleasing odor."
*Gestures towards the vicinity of where it landed*
The waterway is several feet wide, and about roughly waist deep (well, except for Harven).
If you do decide to stick your arm in the water:
or can we go either way?”
Now fully illuminated, you can see you possible exits from the square stone room consist of:
Back up the shaft.
The water.
The tunnel.
“Fharlanghn wishes us all to walk more,” replies Eldin, “and in this case I am sure He would be very pleased with us walking down this tunnel – I wish it were otherwise, but I fear there is nothing we can do to fight the fire above. These two lamps we bear should give us enough light. Any luck in finding that crowbar?”
Tyndal reaches into the water, fishing around for the crowbar.
"Ow! Something sharp down here!"
If you hand me the crowbar I will do what I can to fix it.
Res~turak Min'us! *Sweat begins to bead on Terin's forehead as he tries to will the magic to work.*
I agree with taking the tunnel.
Please take care, Tyndal. You never can tell what debris someone may have tossed down here....do you need a hand or anything?
Search =10
Tybdal fishes out a grimy ball of sludge with a glittering point sticking out. Rinsing his fist in the turbid water, the detritus drains away, revealing a tiny silver figurine of a knight jousting on horseback. Inscribed into the base of the miniature are the letters, “L.V.”
Second 1 I rolled today in a PBP, I think I will stop rolling for today.
Sorry Tyndal, my magic isn't strong enough to repair this tool, and my grip seems to be less than sure with all the water and sludge. Sorry.
"No worries...we can deal with it later. Look what stuck me"
He holds up the knight for the others to see.
"L.V....would that be our boss?"
For whoever travels down the tunnel:
The narrow shaft bends to the right, then left, then back right again, depositing you in a long corridor with openings to the east and west. The main trunk of the waterway continues to the right, while the left appears to be for flood control.
“I would say so,” replies Eldin. “Keep it for now – the Lady will surely appreciate having it restored to her. Well, we are almost certainly where we meant to be, in the old Vanderboren catacombs rather than the main city sewer system. Now, how should we proceed?”
We could check the main tunnel for a 100 yards and if we fail to locate anything useful, we try the flood overflow tunnel and see where that takes us.
I wonder how long that statue was down here......it may be lost from back in the time when the Vanderboren estate was here or it may be the clumsiness of Ms. Lavinia's brother after he seized goods from the Vault.
Eldin looks to Terin. “Agreed,” he says. He then looks down the line for the whisper gnome. “Harven, did you want to scout ahead of us? On the off-chance that Vanthus is still down here, you’re probably the only one of us who he won’t see coming … did you say earlier that you can see in the dark?”
"Thanks for patching me up back there. I'll move ahead and check it out. You guys stay here." gives me chance to actually get some peace and quiet. "Yeah, I can see in the dark, so it would be great if you could keep those light sources from silhouetting my position. See you soon."
With that he slips off into the dark.
Hide (1d20+16=35)
Move Silently (1d20+12=14)
Listen (1d20+7=23)
Spot (1d20+7=19)
Harven disappears into the darkness, prowling the core culvert.
The main junction soon opens into a larger area, likely for service, supported by two wide stone columns. A closed wooden door, green with algae, is present behind your position, if you were standing upon the opposite bank of the channel.
As you proceed further, following the path of the water, the tunnel narrows again, and another door becomes visible on your right side. This door has broken away from its corroded hinges, but is currently pinned back into place tightly around the edges with several broken daggers and boat oar blades. A wooden shovel with a broken haft braces the face of the doorway closed. You hear and feel a droning vibration emanating from within the room.
The remainder of the tunnel is a submerged room, ending in a low iron grate, through which the water continues its winding journey under Sassarine
Reading his shield and trident, Tyndal says, "You want to check out the algae-covered door Harven? You have better ears than me. I'll open it when you guys are ready."
Seann holds his spear ready as Tyndal prepares to open the door. He shakes his head, finally ridding himself of the small yellow spots that float before his eyes.
Terin pulls out his scimitar and kneels by the algae-covered door, trying to listen (10) for any sounds after checking to see if the algae is dangerous of course. Knowledge Nature =20(if you want a survival check instead it would be 21).
The party slogs through the hip deep water, combating the current and portaging Harven in places, to emerge on the other side of the service area. Sopping wet from the waist down, they kneel next to the verdant door, listening intently for any indication of what might be on the other side. Terin rests his head against the doorway, but hearing nothing, only comes away with a wet, green colored earlobe.
No sounds here guys, do we try it or head to the next door with all the noise coming from behind it?
"Might as well see what's here"
Tyndal opens the door.
Tyndal takes a firm grip on the slick door handle, boldly pushing the door away from the party.
The light from the party’s twin lamps spills into the room, revealing a 15 foot by 20 foot stone room with a door directly opposite the one through which you are peering. Inside the room, thick cobwebs hang from every surface, and the floor glistens with condensation. A hastily abandoned, upside down boat lies on the ground amidst strewn supplies.
“What is within Tyndal?” Eldin asks, hefting the lantern he holds a little higher. He is towards the rear of the group, ready to cast a spell to assist his companions if required.
"A room...wet, covered in cobwebs. A boat, upside-down. Another door. Supplies everywhere"
It's definitely a recent addition.
Tyndal will lead the others into the room cautiously. The webs make him nervous.
"I don't like this. Any ...of this."
Terin follows cautiously in Tyndal's wake, scanning the room for any dangers, especially the ceiling.
The walls here are slick with moisture; this room is more humid than a Sassarine summertime, if that's even possible.
So far nothing appears amiss in the room (at least, nothing has leapt out in a blatant attempt to devour you, or worse), though it does appear that whomever left the boat and supplies did so in great haste.
Tiny spiders scurry away at your approach.