Indicating the room to the northeast (to the right of the den).
Perhaps we should hole up in there until everyone is well?
"OK, sounds like a plan. If you guys (motions to those still standing) want to bring them (motions to those who are paralysed), I'll duck in and check the room out."
The 10’ by 15’ room is untidy, but thankfully dry enough to lie down comfortably. A few supplies are scattered about, mostly wood pallets and a few moldy tarps, though Harven spies an aged but well made bronze pry bar among the debris.
With a little work, the party manages to snap the ramshackle door back into place with a loud pop. The room appears solid and defensible, should anything hungry sniff you out.
After helping to drag in one of the wounded, “Vanthus” busies himself by poking about the tarps and pallets.
Eldin lies rigidly and awkwardly for the next fifteen minutes or so, before sensation begins to return to his extremities.
Eldin lies rigidly and awkwardly for the next fifteen minutes or so, before sensation begins to return to his extremities.
Terin sits up after about a minute and a half and stares at Eldin for a moment before elbowing him and saying "Get-up, you big drama-queen, the paralysis wasn't all that potent!"
Harven spends most of his time hunting through the rubble and what not. He pulls out the bronze crowbar, "Sean, you lot your crowbar earlier didn't you, well, I found you a new one."
"Its wonderful to be able to speak again...move again...not being eaten alive by acid again. Remind me to never pull on dead bodies that don't want to come out of the water. Ugh."
Tyndal hears something about a crowbar and pulls out his, now bent into a "C" shape from the warehouse explosion.
"I need a new one. Pretty sure this one is done for"
Harven spends most of his time hunting through the rubble and what not. He pulls out the bronze crowbar, "Sean, you lot your crowbar earlier didn't you, well, I found you a new one."
"I don't think that was, er, me; rather, it was our mutual acquaintance here, Mr. Maelglum," states Seann, lapsing back into his normal (convoluted) pattern of speech. He remains a bit pale, though.
"Well, what's the plan? We going to rest or keep moving? The less time I spend in these sewers, the sooner I can get back to the tavern."
Eldin lies rigidly and awkwardly for the next fifteen minutes or so, before sensation begins to return to his extremities.Terin sits up after about a minute and a half and stares at Eldin for a moment before elbowing him and saying "Get-up, you big drama-queen, the paralysis wasn't all that potent!"
"After the couple of days that I've had, I think I'd rather just lie here for a bit," grumbles Eldin, but he stands, brushing down what remain of his burnt and slime ridden clothes.
"Alright, what next? Do we continue onwards? It may be worth making sure everyone is at full strength before that," he says, eyeing the wand of curing. "Who remains wounded?"
I have a slight wound, stings like fire though. (14 of 18hp)
I am quite prepared to press onward without wasting valuable resources as yet.
I have no real idea where we should head next so I will follow the rest of you guys' lead.
"I got a scratch, but nothing that will slow me down"
"Now that everyone's feeling better, lets check that room"
*Taking 20 on the searching*
I could stand to take a bit more of a break, lets just take our time on the searching.
“We’d do best to have you two at full strength, if we run into any more trouble,” says Eldin. He gratefully takes his wand back from Harven, then touches it to himself, Tyndal and Terin, allowing the positive energy to flow into them.
Once that is done, he assists the others in searching the chamber.
During the careful search, the cleric makes time to wander over towards Seann. "Don't beat yourself up about the fire," he says in a low voice. "You did well - that was what broke the beast's back in the end, and were it not for my mishap with the lantern, little harm would have been done."
While a search of the room proper proves unfruitful, a glittering object at the bottom of the vacated pool catches your eye.
During the careful search, the cleric makes time to wander over towards Seann. "Don't beat yourself up about the fire," he says in a low voice. "You did well - that was what broke the beast's back in the end, and were it not for my mishap with the lantern, little harm would have been done."
"Even so..."
Seann seems distracted, and doesn't finish his sentence.
"Ooo shiny!"
Tyndal wades into the slimy pool to get the shiny object.
"Ooo shiny!"
"Even so..."Seann seems distracted, and doesn't finish his sentence.
Eldin claps Seann on his muscled shoulder. “The gods have blessed you friend, we’ve all seen that. I’m sure they have more in store for you that immolating your companions. Why, I have served Fharlanghn faithfully for many years, but I have never had such an obvious manifestation of my God’s will as we saw occur to you within this hour. Do not sink into despair but look inside you. It would not surprise me if the gods have seen fit to gift you with some form of clerical power, and that is truly something to be joyful for.”
Tyndal, forced to take a quick plunge under the surface of the pool to snatch at the object, finds the water here is neither cold nor entirely unpleasant. The glittering article turns out to be the silvered clasp of a small, oiled leather pouch.
Contents:
4 silver pieces
A masterwork dagger made of cold iron.
"The water's not bad at all. Looks like a pouch of coins and a pixiesticker. Anybody interested?"
"Where to next? And is the wierdo coming with us?"
I could hold onto the dagger if no one else would like it, sure is a fair bit better then my current one, although I don't use it in combat much...
I believe the little man will be accompanying us, much as the idea bothers me, but yes, I think we should press on.
is the wierdo coming with us?"
The Queer Little Man finishes swallowing “something” he discovered on the floor of the chamber and pipes up with, “Here I am! Ready to go to…’The City!”
Tyndals hands the dagger to Terin.
"Since we're healed..how about the buzzing door?"
Eldin claps Seann on his muscled shoulder. “The gods have blessed you friend, we’ve all seen that. I’m sure they have more in store for you that immolating your companions. Why, I have served Fharlanghn faithfully for many years, but I have never had such an obvious manifestation of my God’s will as we saw occur to you within this hour. Do not sink into despair but look inside you. It would not surprise me if the gods have seen fit to gift you with some form of clerical power, and that is truly something to be joyful for.”
"I just don't understand it. I've never offered a prayer to ...anyone, as far as I can recall. I don't even know who ...or what... has decided that I'm worthy of their 'divine attention'."
Tyndals hands the dagger to Terin.
"Since we're healed..how about the buzzing door?"
That is down tunnel further and I don't believe we have ensured that this area is clear of danger yet, my suggestion is to finish this immediate area before the Buzzing Door. Perhaps into that Den-looking room?
Tyndals hands the dagger to Terin.
"Since we're healed..how about the buzzing door?"
That is down tunnel further and I don't believe we have ensured that this area is clear of danger yet, my suggestion is to finish this immediate area before the Buzzing Door. Perhaps into that Den-looking room?
"Agreed Terin," says Eldin. "Let's get going."
The companions creep slowly from the large main chamber into the “den” area indicated by the Queer Little Man. The square room is 10 feet square, abhorrently grubby, and smells of rotting meat and wet animal. Thankfully, these beasts are at least intelligent enough not to defecate where they sleep and eat.
As you scan the room for potential danger or treasure, you detect a faint mewling noise, and you notice the accumulated debris in the far corner quiver lightly as something beneath wriggles about.
Tyndal will move the debris away with his boot.
"Anybody want a freaky carrion-dog puppy?"
"I ... don't really think that's the best of ideas."
If there are pups we need to kill them. To let them live without a mother would be torturous to the beasts. Killing them would be the humane thing to do.
Tyndal pushes aside the rubbish, revealing the remnants of a litter of newborn Carcass Eaters. Several of the tiny creatures have perished due to neglect, and more than one petite carcass displays needle-like post-mortem gnaw marks.
The sole remaining pup, all matted fur and wrinkly skin, rolls out of the nest with a welcoming yip and looks up at you with deep black, clueless eyes.
Terin pulls out his new dagger, tests it's edge and looks at the pup with steely eyes "Sorry fella, twould be a worse fate to let you suffer and die." And he runs the blade across it's neck, releasing a flow of blood.
"Poor puppy. Buzzing door, double doors, or tunnel?"
Good choice!
Those things are dangerous, and they eat up all the good food nearby.
The strange man plunks himself down onto the floor and begins to shovel handfuls of rat-puppy entrails into his mouth with gusto.
Twould seem that our new "friend" is a tad hungry... I think we should try the double doors next gang. Hey, "Vanthus", the liver is one of the most nutritious parts, it is that part right there. *points to a small, dark and bloody piece on the floor.*
"Harven, you want to help me check the doors?"
Tyndal moves away quickly, as the sound of Vanthus gorging himself on the puppy makes him ill.
Aid Another Search, then Listen (1d20+1, 1d20-1=[18, 1], [15, -1])
Good choice!
Those things are dangerous, and they eat up all the good food nearby.
The strange man plunks himself down onto the floor and begins to shovel handfuls of rat-puppy entrails into his mouth with gusto.
Seann visibly blanches. He shoots a disgusted glance at the queer little man. "I've eaten sheep's stomachs and fried spiders, but my gods, man. I draw the line at raw dog entrails. That's barbaric, it is."
The mage shakes his head, makes a face, and walks quickly towards Tyndal.
"I can help with that."
Unabashed, the man finishes gorging himself, then places a few extra puppies into his pockets for later.
Examining the entryway with the double doors hanging ajar, Seann, Harven, and Tyndal realize they are on the other side of the left fork not chosen from earlier. From here, the three men make out the main junction continuing straight ahead, and the tight service tunnel they originally entered by is just down the tunnel and to the right.