The manacle is so deeply embedded in the stone that you suspect it was embedded there by magic, ironic since the manacle is designed to prevent the wearer from using magic.
It will not be removable but if you find any wizards or clerics you need to imprison, this is your place.
There are various pieces of forge equipment in this room but much of it looks like it has been dismantled. Few usable pieces remain in the room.
At one point, it would have contained six working forges, anvils, etc. A stone table with benches sits in this room as well but it is less decorated than the one upstairs. Air is drawn into the room through thin stone vents.
"Well then, I guess we should be checkin' in the other rooms. Rellios, ya can 'ave the 'onor of pickin' the door."
Rellios continues his search of the room, and also checks out any other exits from the room. Perception 1d20+7=23
"Well then, I guess we should be checkin' in the other rooms. Rellios, ya can 'ave the 'onor of pickin' the door."
The room has four doors with the same layout as the layer above. All the doors seem to be unlocked. None appear to be trapped.
There is a large stone table in the room.
The remains of six forges are spaced throughout the room.
The area near the door to the Northeast shows signs of recent travel.
From the door to the Northeast, Rellios can hear sibilant muttering and the sound of hammers.
"This place is full of the malice of bad blood." Hru says quietly as if speaking any louder might wake more wrathful spirits. "I guess the orcs and the dwarves have something in common after all..." He grips the ancient dwarven hammer tightly in anticipation of the door opening.
"There was those who were after bein' double minded in these 'alls, I'll grant ye that," I say to Hru.
"So are we after seein' what be makin' that noise? I be thinkin' it may be some addled spirit. It is certainly no gobbo."
I wait for Rellios to be opening the door and as he does so, I cast Magic Weapon on my hammer.
As Rellios opens the door a blast of steam bursts from the room forcing you to avert your eyes from the heat. "The chamber is dominated by a large dwarven forge, but unlike the other forges, this one has been maintained in good condition. The air is thick with the smell of melted ore and bright mounds of hot coals cast the room in a hellish light. A small, fiery orange, snakelike creature works feverishly before the forge, first pumping the bellows, then hammering madly on the anvil, then slithering to the far side of the room to douse the glowing rod in a vat of cool water." As it slithers rapidly around the room, it hisses what seem like words to itself.
Like a shot, Rellios immediately jumps into the shadows - hoping to scope out the room and assess the serpent's intentions. He'll try to keep to dark corners where the forge's light casts deep shadows.
I spy the creature from my vantage point in the middle of the center room and cry out to it, "'O there! And who are ye to be tendin' ta the forges of the Foe'ammers?"
Like a shot, Rellios immediately jumps into the shadows - hoping to scope out the room and assess the serpent's intentions. He'll try to keep to dark corners where the forge's light casts deep shadows.
"Wait!" Hru hisses "Maybe I can get him to forge me a new sword! Klyndak wait, maybe I can reason with 'im! I need Gorums favor!!"
Hru moves cautiously forward warhammer and other arm held out to show that I mean no harm. "How much gold do we have?" Hru mutters quietly
Like a shot, Rellios immediately jumps into the shadows - hoping to scope out the room and assess the serpent's intentions. He'll try to keep to dark corners where the forge's light casts deep shadows.
Rellios:
Rellios notices that the much of the work area of the room is circumscribed by a ring of arcane writing.
The creature does not respond to Klyndak's or Hru's attempt to communicate. Though at Hru's attempt at diplomacy, he may have hissed angrily. He has given no clear indication, however, that he is aware of your presence.
Having now cast both shield and magic weapon, I move closer to the creature, standing just within the doorway.
As it did not answer my attempt to address it in common, I try a different tongue...draconic.
and if that does not work, I try dwarven,
Meanwhile, I survey the room for some details.
"Klyndak, I'm not sure he's aware of our presence. There's a ring of arcane runes inscribed around him on the floor. It may be keeping him contained and unaware of our presence."
Would it possible to work my way around them at all? See if there's anything else of note in the room?
Hru tries once more to get the smith's attention. "sir, SIR!! EXCUSE ME..uh...er...SIR..um...aah...Snakelot! I have come all this way, because legend has it that the finest weapons in the world are made by you, here in this" Hru covers his mouth "a-dwarven-hem, forge. I would like a YOU to make me a greatsword out of that hunk o' metal, you know a greatsword" He gestures "greatsword" with the warhammer and his free hand. " you know SWORD, for gold, I have much gold, mucho goldo....hisssiiissssisis, hisssgoldhisss!"
Would it possible to work my way around them at all? See if there's anything else of note in the room?
Would it possible to work my way around them at all? See if there's anything else of note in the room?
***Shrug***
"Do we cross the ring and see what happens? Or do we try another door? I'm no scholar on magics, but it seems to me anything inside a circle is bad news just principle"
I am tempted to say we should free the poor thing, seeing as how it has probably been trapped for thousands of years and if it attacks us, we wollop it. [/ooc]
"Fair enough...I'm staying out of sight for now. I don't think it's seen me, and I want to be ready to surprise it if it gets ornery."
Hru moves forward into the circle inorder to get the as yet unresponsive Li-zardthing to answer. "HEY, bub! Gorum calls me, so ANSWER me now! Garn!! YOU HEAR ME??!!" Hru attempts to intervene in the Snakeoid's work pattern diplomacy with a snake (1d20=14)
The creature looks at Hru as soon as the circle broke with what you are sure is a grin despite his alien features.
In Common it responds:
"Five hundred years,
the forge I've been stokin'
But now my poor dears,
The circle is broken!
Now that I'm free,
I suddenly yearn,
places to see,
and people to burn!"
With that little poem, it slides across the floor at you picking up a fairly sharp tong on its way.
As I hear the words of the poem, I grip my warhammer with two hands and even as I see Rellios acting, I charge in, arcane energy bristling along the length of my hammer.
Charging with a magic Warhammer: (1d20+3+2+1=24)
Damage: (1d8+3+1=12)
"Told ya so," Rellios mumbles as he strikes the flame-loving lizard.
Rapier 1d20+2=20 Damage 1d6+2=7
Critical (1d20+2=12) Critical damage - if applicable (1d6+2=3)
Short Sword 1d20+2=9 Damage (1d6+1=4)
Sneak Attack - if applicable (1d6=6)
Rellios Klyndak Hru Creature
Clareg swings his waraxe missing the salamander and striking a wall. "Ooops. Don't wanna be bringin' the place down now, do we? Heheheh."
"Circle it!" I order my comrades, "Catch it between us! There be fer o' us 'n only one 'o 'im."
Rellios will attempt to flank and attack the creature.
Rapier Attack (1d20+2=3)
Swort Sword Attack (1d20+2=14)
Hru misses his attack with a roar and the creature slithers towards Klyndak with a hiss.
The creature attacks the magically armoured mage with the red hot poker but misses. He then snaps around with his tail but gets it stuck around the foot of the forge.
"Tell us who was after summonin' ya ta this place," I command the creature as it comes face to face with me.
Flanking, attacking with the magic warhammer: (1d20+3+2+1=14)
I swing my hammer at it, but it moves too fast for me to hit.
The creature doesn't hesitate to stab Klyndak with his fiery poker to punctuate his poem.
"The forgesmith be dead,
burnt off his hands,
the right king is missing,
taken out from these lands;
And Foehammer's vanished,
so the regent can't rule,
A new hammer I must forge,
to hand to the fool.
A hammer so perfect,
with narry a flaw,
was demanded of me,
against nature's law.
No weapon is perfect,
but so was I tasked,
and I've smelted and melted.
Why is it you've asked?"
"I just wanted to be knowin' before we killed ye," I grunt as the creature stabs me. Perhaps it is the pain that weakens my swing but my hammer glances off his scaly side.
A swing of the arcanely powered hammer (wit' flankin'): (1d20+3+2+1=16)
"Tis a shame they were expectin' ye ta be livin' up ta the standards of a dwarf!"
"I'm a master of smiths!,
My sweet little roast,
I can make any weapon,
I feel free to boast;
But what I was asked,
could not be done,
I cannot make Foehammer,
when there can only be one!
You poor dwarven freak,
To my very critical eye,
Every weapon's unique!
Now, prepare to die!"
Rellios taunts and attacks the beast,
"There once was an elf from Magnimar
Who traveled to a dwarven castle afar.
When he had to listen some serpent spit
All kinds of ridiculous shit,
He decided to cut out its tongue and shove it in a jar!"
Rapier Attack (1d20+2=11)
Short Sword Attack (1d20+2=21)
Critical, if applicable (1d20+2=15)
Sword Damage (1d6+1=7)
Critical Damage (1d6+1=4)- if applicable
Sneak Attack Damage (1d6=2) - if applicable
"My tongue you be wantin',
Myself you be tauntin',
But the best that you'll get,
is to become my poor pet."
With that the serpent stabs at Klyndak with his poker and slaps Rellios with his fiery tail.
ROUND 4
Rellios
Klyndak
Hru
Clareg
Creature