"Somethings prolly locked up in there?" Harvak listens 1d20+1=17
Don't hear anything listening at the door.
You do hear....mice? Up above....somewhere above in the house, squeaking and skittering about.
Don't hear anything listening at the door.
You do hear....mice? Up above....somewhere above in the house, squeaking and skittering about.
Reposted, so it'll appear.
Elgan helps search around the beds and footlockers, and tosses the turkey bone to the dog, having already given him the last bit of sausage.
He raises a slim eyebrow at the suggestion that Reise should put on the flowered robe. And grins like a kid as Altai goes mumbling off.
"Still don' know 'bout dese heah folk." He says aside to the still laughing Harvak. "But choo gots ta admit, dey is anyt'ing but borein'!"
"If'n dis room is hidden, den wherever dese heah doors go is prob'ly hidden too. Is dat right? Ah'm not all dat famil'ar wit yer big house de-signs."
"Anyone want to open this door that says 'Danger'?"
Beldan moves a safe distance away from the door just in case someone does.
"Isnae 'at yer job, Beldan?"
Sheesh!!! And here I thought this thread jumped me!
Sheesh!!! And here I thought this thread jumped me!
Ha!
"No, I've done my job - doors are clear of traps and unlocked. Over to the tough guys now."
Riese holds the wand at the ready, "I shall cover whoever opens the door."
Elgan nods his assent, and shimmers and shifts into the small black hunting cat again. He takes up a post near the door, next to or behind one of the heavy hitters, where he can leap past them if needed.
Harvak rips the door from it hinges in a fury of motion and speed.
“Oh … kay …”
“Let’s hope we don’t need to close it again…”
Altai hops out of the way of the loose door as it flies across the room. "After all this, I'll be a bit disappointed if there's nothing in there. Now, what could it be?"
Mr. Whiskerkins! *Riese gives the cat-like creature a pat on the head...*
Harvak rips the door from it hinges in a fury of motion and speed.
The room is 40 feet by 40 feet. A-H across the top. 1-8 down the side. The door Harvak has unhinged is at A4 on the west wall. Another door is at H1 on the east wall.
Four massive ogre skeletons with greatclubs slowly twitch into a semblance of animation. They stand at each of the four corners of the room, taking up squares a1b1a2b2, g1h1g2h2, a7b7a8b8, and g7h7g8h8.
You all attack one full round as they creak and awaken from their decades' slumber, then it's initiative.
“Oh … kay …”
“Let’s hope we don’t need to close it again…”
Think we could out run them!
"Oh crap."
Elgan, still as a cat, plainly says,...
"Rut Ree-eow, Re're Rucked!"
Knowing enough about Undead to know that his bow will not even be noticed by the lumbering skeletons, Elgan shimmers back into an elf and hastily casts a spell in a fluid tongue. A ball of flame appears in his hand, which he immediately hurls at the nearest humongous skeleton, then steps aside to let another have a shot.
Elgan's Produce flame to hit/dmg: (1d20+3=20, 1d6+1=7)
Beldan retreats back across the bunk room until he is near the secret door back into the wine cellar. In the dim light still afforded by the sunrod at the other side of the room, he rummages in his pack for a flask of holy water or two.
Elgan bursts a goodly fire on the one in a1b1a2b2. It is still lumbering into action, but its bones are nicely singed.
Becton's init roll beats their 4 all to hell.
Harvak toss the two handed sword to the side and out comes the
MW Maqahuit.
1d10+6=14x3 42!
Harvak toss the two handed sword to the side and out comes the
MW Maqahuit.
Are you gonna move in and attack? Dropping's free, and you can draw whilst moving.
Harvak toss the two handed sword to the side and out comes the
MW Maqahuit.1d10+6=14x3 42!
Yeah!
"Oh, crap. Lessee if I have anything useful in here..." Altai gropes around in his belt pouch, eventually pulling out a red ceramic urn. "This should do the job nicely", he says with a grin. Taking aim, he lobs it at a lumbering skeleton.
Riese chants in a sing-song voice Inturi En'litnus Duriok! and a beam of pure light streams from his finger, striking one of the undead.
Disrupt undead1d20 3=17 ranged touch, 1d6=4 damage
Hey mapper, We ain't in the room yet! We are standing outside the door!
>>>>>MAP<<<<<
Good map - but most of us are in the adjacent room to the west (40x80) not right in between all the skeletons!
Ok, let me have a look.
Harvak demolishes the skeleton #1 with the mighty Olmec club. Boneslivers bite into his corded forearms, with a satisfying sting that lets him know he's alive.
Altai makes the one Elgan burned (#3) into a Ghostrider imitation. It's thoroughly aflame now, but still up.
Riese's magicking adds to the injury of #3. It's barely together now.
Number 3 in the lower left. My bad. That's the one that's burning all to hell.
"FEEL THE POWER OF THE OLMEC'S WRATH"
"Yeah! Go, Harvak, go!!"
Mapmaker, mapmaker, make me a map....you rock, dude.
Mapmaker, mapmaker, make me a map....you rock, dude.
Awesome map!
I don't understand why you wouldn't want to be in the room. (teehee)
Stig charges to F4 and starts chopping #2. (he needs to charge to move that far OR 5 foot step through the door into Harv's square then charge to f4... whatever, they were slumbering, right?)
Thanks dude, way cool.
"AAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!! The dead ones walk!"
Stiggy hurts the thing, but it's far from inoperable.
Altai splashes it with acid, to some effect.
It splashes that one alone; there isn't another one within 5 feet. It splashes to the right of the ogre for 1 h.p; it's still alive...barely injured, but it wails its indignation through lipless mouth.
or animate, as it were.
Elgan seems to be agitated about the undead. More so than your usual 'agitated over something trying to kill you', which he has already proven he can deal with. He mutters to himself,
"It' alrigh' El, It alrigh'. Da' big guy jes' took dat one down wit' one hit. Dey's big, but dey's jes' a pile o' bones. Yeh kin handle bones."
Elgan considers for a moment, then grins, and shimmer/shifts once more, this time into a small grey wolf. He looks into the room at the skeletons, and begins drooling,...
Right on. Elgan with the 911.
Riese tries to activate his wand but can't seem to concentrate with all the action going on....
Riese summons 10 celestial ice cubes. They fall to the filthy floor and melt.
For real. I'm not joking. Odd things happen, when magic goes awry.
Stig's next attack. Guess be needs to get a bludgeoning weapon.
Attack, Damage: (1d20 8=27, 1d10 4=14)