"Ye'll be singin' a different tune soon me lad."
Attacking again: (1d20+3+2+1=19)
I assume that misses but just in case, damage: (1d8+3+1=9)
Rellios will glance around to see if there's any other weapons lying about that "Mr Serpent" might have made. If nothing becomes apparent, he'll try and fail to even hit the thing in his moment of inattention.
Rapier 1d20+2+2=14
Short Sword 1d20+2+2=12
Hru grimaces at the strangeness of the hammer but aims a decent shot at the snakeish being!
We went through three rounds since your last post. ;o)
"I'm beginning to think, / you're enjoying this game, / but I'd much prefer, / to extinguish your flame ..." says Clareg swinging his axe and bringing the creature down.
"I ... You may be the best, / I'm 'ardly the worst / ... ," continues Clareg mumbling to himself "No, I can do this ... 'When it comes to the rhyme, / You've got me this time ...' ... Damn! That's harder than 'e be making it sound, eh?"
Clareg is still mumbling to himself looking for a rhyme with 'snake-head' long after you are certain the creature will not be rising.
The creature's flame does not diminish. Rather his form crumples away until he resembles nothing more than a pile of extremely hot coals.
""Ey Clareg," I say, "I be 'avin' a rhyme fer ye,..."
“At the forge stood a lizard o’ fire
‘E claimed ter be a foe most dire
Me ‘ammer ‘e met,
‘Is skull I did split
Now ‘is soul will be flyin’ up ‘igher.”
"Exceptin' o' course that it were yer axe doin' the final splittin'"
I look around the room, taking time to examine it properly.
""Ey Clareg," I say, "I be 'avin' a rhyme fer ye,..."
“At the forge stood a lizard o’ fire
‘E claimed ter be a foe most dire
Me ‘ammer ‘e met,
‘Is skull I did split
Now ‘is soul will be flyin’ up ‘igher.”"Exceptin' o' course that it were yer axe doin' the final splittin'"
I look around the room, taking time to examine it properly.
Klyndak's detect magic reveals ...
... that the magic circle on the floor was indeed magic.
Hru stares at the warhammer with a sour look on, then casts his gaze about for that red hot hunk o' metal.
Klyndak does not find any other weapons in the room. Although the elemental generated much of the heat himself, over the past 500 years, he has used up much of the coal that was left in the forge room. There is very little there.
The hottest burning embers in the room are those left when the body of the salamander crumbled. They continue to glow red hot with no sign of cooling.
All the tools necessary to work the forge are available in the room. There is some ore and the metal that the elemental had been working on continues to glow on the forge.
"'Ow 'urt are we. I would suggest checkin' out some o' the other rooms today, the issue o' food, whilst not immediate should be looked into as far as we be able to."
"As fer Hru's sword, I'll 'elp make it meself iffin we can find the food."
Hru searches the redhot metal in the forge for an 8lb hunk
Ahem.
Klyndak does not find any other weapons in the room.
Hru searches the redhot metal in the forge for an 8lb hunk
The chunk of metal left on the forge would not be enough to make a 8lb weapon. There is other metal in the room.
"'Ow 'urt are we. I would suggest checkin' out some o' the other rooms today, the issue o' food, whilst not immediate should be looked into as far as we be able to."
"Between the hammer blow to my ribs, and the serpent's tail lash, I've been better...but I can proceed on a bit longer. Especially if we can find some food or healing magicks."
"Once we do stop for the night, we'll need to give this wand and bolts a once-over."
"What say we try the doors to the southeast next?"
Rellios will give the room a once-over again to see if he spots any hidden doors or trapdoors, etc. Perception (1d20+7=9)
"The door ta the southeast be fine, 'n iffin yer too 'urt, stay be'ind wit' yer bow 'n such."
"The door ta the southeast be fine, 'n iffin yer too 'urt, stay be'ind wit' yer bow 'n such."
"Fair enough...let me get the door open first."
Opening the door to the Southeast reveals a very familiar scene. This is another 'hammer-shaped' room containing an iron cage elevator that would descend from this room to a lower level. It does not ascend. A thin wisp of steam rises from the elevator shaft.
"Looks like another elevator. Do we descend or finish the floor by checking out the doors to the Southwest?"
"I think we should be checkin' the last room on this level and then we should be allowin' the priest ta be 'ealin' us afore we be descendin' further. We 'ave enough ta be occupyin' us fer the evenin'"
By now you should be able to predict with great accuracy the shape of this room. The hallway leading into it is embossed with six runes which Klyndak can read. They are the symbols for: Axe, Gem, Shield, Thunderbolt, Coin, and Hammer. One the floor at the entrance where you are now standing is written in dwarvish:
Smiths, Warlords, Champions of Old: All praise the Bearded Heroes of Yore! We wal in the shadow of your wisdom and might.
In the room itself, on a central pedestal, sits a silver anvil. Above the anvil floats a golden hammer.
Beyond the hammer are two large stone doors.
I scan the room for magic, having a good guess at what I'm going to find.
As I do so, I say, "I be 'avin' a feelin' that there be more ta this room than be meetin' the eye. I be thinkin' at the moment we should be leavin' that glowin' 'ammer be. Iffin' it be real, there do be a reason it's after bein' still there. At the same time, I 'ave a real curiousity ta be seein' the other side o' that door. Maybe there will be water 'n somethin' ta be eatin'"
As Klyndak steps forward, the floating hammer seems to direct its attention towards him. As he takes another step, it begins to fly directly at him. .
"Of all the..." I begin and then I raise my hammer, prepared to attack the other hammer though doubting the effeciency of such a course.
I step away from the flying hammer, heading towards the door.
"It may not be followin' us outta the room," I say and I unleash an arcane attack.
Ranged Touch attack: (1d20+2=7)
As is normal, my arcane aim is off and I growl in frustration as my telekinetic fist strikes nothing but air.
Intiative (1d20+3=9)
Grapple (1d20+3=21)
Rellios will attempt to grapple the hammer to keep it from flitting about so much.
"How about one of you dwarves stand on that hammer symbol, and bark orders at it in dwarven - maybe it will listen?"
"There be six pedestals in the other room wit' six items 'n six symbols in 'ere. I be thinkin' we'll be needin' more than a few words to control this thing."
I step away from the flying hammer, heading towards the door.
"It may not be followin' us outta the room," I say and I unleash an arcane attack.
Ranged Touch attack: (1d20+2=7)
As is normal, my arcane aim is off and I growl in frustration as my telekinetic fist strikes nothing but air.
As the warhammer flies towards Klyndak, Rellios drops his weapons and leaps at it. He manages to dodge the opportunistic attack from the flying hammer and grab it with both hands. The hammer struggles against the elf but does not succeed. Rellios is locked in a grapple with the flying warhammer.
"You be 'avin' it lad, now what will ye be doin' wit' it," I ask the elf, "I suppose ye could be 'oldin' it on the floor fer us ta be beatin' on it."
"You be 'avin' it lad, now what will ye be doin' wit' it," I ask the elf, "I suppose ye could be 'oldin' it on the floor fer us ta be beatin' on it."
Rellios attempts to pin the hammer to the ground; he strains to keep the hammer down and away from an assault on the group. Pin (1d20+3=19)
Through clenched teeth, he utters, "Either somebody take a guess as to how we shut it off, or I'm going to have to let go and we close the bloody doors and leave!"
"Clareg, be 'elpin the elf 'old it down," I say and then I command the hammer in dwarven, "Cease this behavior good hammer!"
And if that doesn't work I advise us to try and break it whilst it is being held down.
Despite struggling for its freedom, Rellios has managed to drag the hammer to the floor.
"Clareg, be 'elpin the elf 'old it down," I say and then I command the hammer in dwarven, "Cease this behavior good hammer!"
And if that doesn't work I advise us to try and break it whilst it is being held down.
That doesn't work.
By the way, another grapple check?
Seeing that Klyndak's pronouncements have no effect; Rellios utters, "Oh well, at least it was worth a try...looks like we'll need to break it!"
By the way, another grapple check?
Seeing that Klyndak's pronouncements have no effect; Rellios utters, "Oh well, at least it was worth a try...looks like we'll need to break it!"
OK, when next that comes around - Rellios presses hard to keep the thing in place while the others act. Holdin' it down! (1d20+3+5=22)
I swing down, being careful of the elf's fingers.
Trying to sunder the 'ammer with me own 'ammer: (1d20+3=16)
Damage: (1d8+3=5)