"My only fear is that all of us may wind up just annoying her," Jessa states, "In which case, well...let's hope we can annoy her to death then."
"So you've met my Uncle Darvya."
"So you've met my Uncle Darvya."
"No, but I'm getting the sense we should have brought him as well..." Jessa smiles.
"Okay, let me see if I can get this spell straight..." she turns to Kenzo, "Hold still now. I haven't practiced this one in awhile...well, not since I used to have whispered conversations with the boys I used to like back home in Magnimar."
'Mensagem-sussurro!' Jessa whispers as she cups her hands to her mouth and then points to Kenzo, "That ought to do it!" She realizes that last bit might have sounded a little loud to the monk's ears, so she tries a little more softly. "That ought to do it," she smiles.
Mitnal takes the enlightened stone out of his pouch again and looks at it fascination and then puts it back into his pouch. Then he hears his name somewhere in the endless stream of speech that seems to pour out of Jeslara and perks up his ears. "Dagger. Got it. Hit Whatzit with the dagger."
'Was that so hard? I am so much more succinct,' he thinks to himself.
The spell is cast. Any more plans before continuing on?
The spell is cast. Any more plans before continuing on?
What is your marching order? What portion of the complex do you want to head for first? And roll perception checks.
As usual my head is somewhere else entirely
perception (1d20=2)
Mitnal will go where he's told but assumes he's up front unless someone tells him otherwise.
What is your marching order? What portion of the complex do you want to head for first? And roll perception checks.
"Let's head back to that strange temple and the well," Jessa suggests, "Even if we don't find the quasit there, maybe we can gain an advantage by learning everything we can about the well and prevent her from using it to summon more of those monsters to defend her."
As the party moves carefully through the tunnels and then into the complex of halls, everything seems quiet and deserted.
But not everything is as it was.
In the room with the statue of the angry woman, there are some fairly fresh apple cores as well as a strong pungent odor, similar in nature to week old cat urine, though much stronger.
As the party moves carefully through the tunnels and then into the complex of halls, everything seems quiet and deserted.
But not everything is as it was.
In the room with the statue of the angry woman, there are some fairly fresh apple cores as well as a strong pungent odor, similar in nature to week old cat urine, though much stronger.
"It's been outside. Damn!"
I narrow my eyes; "Hold steady for a moment my friends."
I look across the passageway and leavings as I cast detect magic
Nothing in the room radiates magic.
Nothing in the room radiates magic.
"Sorry, my friends, just being cautious. I can't sense any magic directly ahead; which is probably a good thing."
I waved everybody onwards.
"Sorry, my friends, just being cautious. I can't sense any magic directly ahead; which is probably a good thing."
"Still...whew!" Jessa waves her hand at the pungent odor, "If I'm going to explore this place and whatever secrets it holds, I could do without that smell!"
"Propeus ara" she announces with a wave of her hand, "There, that's a little better..."
"Still...whew!" Jessa waves her hand at the pungent odor, "If I'm going to explore this place and whatever secrets it holds, I could do without that smell!"
"Propeus ara" she announces with a wave of her hand, "There, that's a little better..."
'Somebody's never skinned an auroch,' Mitnal thinks as he continues onward.
There are fish heads in the hallway south of the statue.
When the party makes it through the halls to the sanctuary, the doors into the sanctuary are closed.
There are fish heads in the hallway south of the statue. When the party makes it through the halls to the sanctuary, the doors into the sanctuary are closed.
"Sealed," Jessa whispers to the others, "Gyorgy? Do you detect any wards she may have left behind?"
I cast detect magic again, across the entrance. If I detect anything I'll concentrate.
The doors are not radiating magic, nor do they appear locked, just closed.
"Pssst," whispers Mitnal. "Open the doors. Oh, and, pssst, why are we whispering?"
"Pssst," whispers Mitnal. "Open the doors. Oh, and, pssst, why are we whispering?"
"So the quasit won't hear us," Jessa explains, "It could be invisible and watching us..."
Then she whispers ahead for Kenzo's sake. "Go ahead and open the doors," she tells him, "Gyorgy says they're not magical."
"Pssst," whispers Mitnal. "Open the doors. Oh, and, pssst, why are we whispering?"** spoiler omitted **
"So the quasit won't hear us," Jessa explains, "It could be invisible and watching us..."
"If it is watching us, then wouldn't it just be watching us whisper?" Mitnal says before remembering Jessa is smarter than him. "Never mind. I'll be quiet now."
The doors remain close, waiting for a brave volunteer to shove them open.
The doors remain close, waiting for a brave volunteer to shove them open.
Heeding Jessa's request, Kenzo opens the doors as quietly as the ages-old iron will allow.
Kenzo opens the door just enough to slip inside, stepping to the side in an attempt to conceal himself in any shadows.
As soon as Kenzo sticks his head through the door, the room beyond appears at first exactly as it was left. The two pools are still there, the one atop the stage at the back of the room is still glowing.
Then as Kenzo slides into the room, he realizes that it is not empty. There are goblins, four of them, on each side of the room, flanking the door (two to a side). They are carrying javelins and dog slicers and as Kenzo sees them, he realizes that hiding is out of the question.
"Get him boys!" shrieks the invisible quasit from somewhere near the ceiling.
"Frakk," Kenzo mutters as he quickly steps back through the door, slamming it shut behind him. Forgetting Jessa's spell, he turns his head and yells, "goblins!"
"Goblins!" Mitnal repeats joyfully. Mitnal tightens his grip on his warhammer.
"Goblins?!" Jessa seems surprised, but then considers she really shouldn't be given that the quasit's tunnels had been used by such creatures to invade Sandpoint.
"Blast! I don't think I prepared anything to deal with more of those foul things!" she complains as she readies herself for the first surge of enemies to come through the door.
Blackwing squawks in agreement, and flaps his wings in agitation from his perch upon her shoulder.
'Oh well,' Jessa shares her thoughts with the raven, 'At least we brought along Mitnal. He seems pretty good at fighting goblins...'
"What, oh, hang on..."
I curse under my breath and then swiftly lay a mage armour spell over Kenzo.
I then step back toward Jessa; "You next."
Kenzo shivers as Gyorgy's spell falls over him. "I like your friend, Jessa," Kenzo says with a grin and his back against the door. He looks like I just said, "Free beer." Looking at the others, he says, "Well, should we oblige them?"
Initiative for Eugen 1d20=19+6=25
Goblins and Demons - Round 1
Kenzo: Initiative - 26
Eugen: Initiative - 25
Gyorgy: Initiative - 18
Goblins: Initiative - 18
Mitnal: Initiative - 17
Jessa: Initiative - 16
Erylium: Initiative - 7
As Kenzo steps back and swiftly slams the door shut, the goblins within shriek in delight. There is a sound suggesting that a couple of them threw their javelins at the closed doors just for the fun of it.
The voice of the quasit within rises and falls as well, suggesting that she is casting spells even as she shrieks.
Goblins and Demons - Round 2
Kenzo: Initiative - 26
Eugen: Initiative - 25
Gyorgy: Initiative - 18
Goblins: Initiative - 18
Mitnal: Initiative - 17
Jessa: Initiative - 16
Erylium: Initiative - 7
I cat mage armour on Jessa and step to the back.
"Through the doors!" Jessa shouts, "While the goblins have parted with their javelins and before that quasit can prepare anything worse for us!"
She waits for Kenzo, Mitnal, and Eugen to press onward, readying a charm to stun the first of the ugly creatures to show its face.
Kenzo motions for everyone to flatten against the wall and draws a dagger in a throwing grip before opening the door. Once everyone is ready, he grins and winks at Jessa, yanks the door open and throws his dagger at the first goblin he sees.
Kenzo knocks the doors open and his dagger flies from his hand into the throat of a surprised goblin.
There is another goblin within sight, a small furtive looking fellow still gripping his javelin and a buckler. He prepares himself to throw through the once more open door.