1d20=13
As Rellios descends, a wave of regret comes over him - he nearly loses his grip on the chain! Thoughts of his dead foster brother - he should have protected him better - mix with the images of Dareg's terrible plunge over the cliff. Why!?
His breathing finally slows down, and he manages to steel himself for the final descent. Still, the feelings linger for some time.
1d20=13
As Rellios descends, a wave of regret comes over him - he nearly loses his grip on the chain! Thoughts of his dead foster brother - he should have protected him better - mix with the images of Dareg's terrible plunge over the cliff. Why!?His breathing finally slows down, and he manages to steel himself for the final descent. Still, the feelings linger for some time.
All four of the party have reached this level. Steam continues to trickle into the room. They are all aware of the sense of grief that hangs in the air here but only the elf seems overcome by it.
The room is the same 'hammer-shape' that you might have expected. The doors between this room and the next are chained shut to keep someone or something in but the chain is very old and could easily be broken.
Seeing the pitiful look etched onto the elf's face, Hru offers a prayer to Gorum. "Give this one courage to face our next battle, Iron Lord I beseech thee!" and giving a quick hand motion, envelopes Rellios in the Battle Lord's blessing.
Seeing the pitiful look etched onto the elf's face, Hru offers a prayer to Gorum. "Give this one courage to face our next battle, Iron Lord I beseech thee!" and giving a quick hand motion, envelopes Rellios in the Battle Lord's blessing.
Hru moves over to the door and examines the chain.
Hru's blessing temporarily shakes off his melancholy, so Rellios checks the door and puts his ear to it to see if anything is apparent within. Perception (assuming the effect is off for now) (1d20+7=24)
"What do ya 'ear?" I ask Rellios as I position myself with my crossbow so that I can shoot past the elf into the chamber beyond.
"When Rellios be givin' the go a'ead, ya be openin' it," I tell Hru and I raise my crossbow to my shoulder.
Rellios:
You hear a low womanly wailing.
"What do ya 'ear?" I ask Rellios as I position myself with my crossbow so that I can shoot past the elf into the chamber beyond.
Rellios shivers slightly at what he hears.
"I hear a woman's voice wailing...My guess is it would be some further specter haunting this place. I hope Hru's clerical skills are up to the task..."
He eases back away from the door, and preps his bow.
"Well I 'ave one o' those magical bolts loaded so we'll be seein' 'ow effective they are."
I nod at Hru to go ahead and open the door.
Hru moves over to the door and examines the chain.
You could try breaking it by hand but one solid hit with a weapon should do it too.
Hru decimates the chain with his mighty greatclub, and cautiously opens the door
Steam billows out of the room. It takes more than twenty seconds before you can see inside to realize the purpose of this room. Clareg and Klyndak instantly recognize it as a dwarven sauna, which are usually built around a natural hot spring. A well in the centre of this room gives off steam. Stone benches line the room. The wailing continues. A chain, like the one you saw upstairs, begins in a stone and continues all the way to the well. It is from the well that a low sobbing wail rises.
"Looks like none o' us wants ta be the first ta be lookin' over the edge o' that well," I say with a wry grin. Nevertheless, I edge forward, crossbow still at the ready and peer down into the depths of the well to see what is chained down there.
Hru looks back at the others as if to ask: Well? and then begins to advance into the room, towards the sound of the sobbing. Being raised in the wasteland that is the Cinderlands, he has no idea what this room is for.
This must be one of those elemental summoning chambers I've heard tell of, I just don't get dwarves...
As Klyndak reaches the the steaming well, the twisted hands of a dwarven woman appear at the lip of the well hauling up a deformed and extended body. The woman may have been beautiful once but now her eyes burn with an unearthly hatred -- a hatred from beyond the grave, a hatred that has kept her from properly dying for these 500 years. The chain is fastened to her gnarled ankle.
"The undead!"
I cry out in revulsion as I scuttle backwards () and loose my bolt. My aim could be better, but I truly do not like the undead.
Firing Magical Crossbow Bolt: (1d20+2+1=11)
Damage (if applicable): (1d10+1=8)
Drawing his shiny new sword-like holy symbol, Hru calla upon the power of Gorum with a cry of "Gorum protect us!" Holy energies cascade from the "blade"
[ooc]turn undead turning healing (also recall improved turning feat +2 to DC) (1d6=5)
Drawing his shiny new sword-like holy symbol, Hru calla upon the power of Gorum with a cry of "Gorum protect us!" Holy energies cascade from the "blade"
[ooc]Cool, your using your channel positive energy for turning! "The DC of this save is equal to 10 + 1/2 your cleric level + your Charisma modifier." So, the DC = 10 + 0 (for level)+ 0(for CHA)+ 2(for improved turning) = 12. She makes her save.
The wailing woman avoids Klyndak's bolt and then turns her angry gaze towards the half-orc and whispers in a voice dripping with loathing "Now look what you made me do ... what you made me do to my son!" and points towards the well.
Rellios doesn't wait for a discussion, but let's loose with an arrow.
Bow (1d20+4=24) Damage (1d8=7)
Confirm critical (1d20+4=21) Critical Damage (1d8=4)
Hru wastes no time in bringing the pain of the living down on her.
The wailing woman swings both arms towards Clareg. He fends off one attack but her talons penetrate his chain with the other.
He replies by swinging his waraxe down and chopping into her shoulder. The damage she receives from Rellios well-placed arrow and Hru's great club seems less than one might expect.
"She's cold! Comes out o' that steamin' pit and she's as cold as the grave!"
"She's cold! Comes out o' that steamin' pit and she's as cold as the grave!"
"COLLLLD! I'm sooo cold!!" she says preparing to attack again.
I move back another five feet and seeing that the weapons of the others were less than effective, I cast Magic Weapon on my Warhammer.
"Try usin' yer magic spear," I shout at the elf, "'N lets be seein' if we can be movin' ta be surroundin' her!"
Sleeping Beauty attacks Clareg again, raking her claws across his unprotected face.
ROUND 2
Hru -- Acted
Sleeping Beauty -- attacks Clareg
Clareg -- Acted
Klyndak
Rellios
"Cold. Yuh cold-hearted b$&+*!" responds Clareg followed by another successful attack of his own. "First short-beard I met that I did not like even a bit."
I move around the undead woman, out of her reach until at last I am across from Rellios. Then, delaying my action until he moves into position, I close in and attack.
Flanking, Attack with magical Warhammer: (1d20+3+2+1=12)
"We can be takin' 'er," I grunt, though my weak swing belies the truth of my words. But I hope my stategy will help Rellios to land a telling shot with the arcane spear.
Rellios has a turn before next round, I believe.
"We can be takin' 'er," I grunt, though my weak swing belies the truth of my words. But I hope my stategy will help Rellios to land a telling shot with the arcane spear.
Rellios, charges in to strike the cold woman, hoping to get her away from Clareg. He's unfamiliar with the spear, blades being his trademark weapons, but manages to make what he hopes is a painful strike.
Spear (1d20+2+1+1+2=25)
Damage (1d6+2+1=8)
Sneak Attack (1d6=3)
Edited for adjustments
As Rellios' spear cuts into the back of Sleeping Beauty's hip, it pierces a pouch of gems and jewels hidden within her robes which spill out onto the floor with some rolling into the well.
She glances at Rellios as she takes his spear and hisses "Dark elves. Behind it all. The evil spreads."
Hru once again attempts to remove her head with a wail of "GORRUMM!"
Sleeping Beauty lashes out one last time against Clareg, her cold dead talons ripping flesh and bone. Clareg falls to the ground unconscious and she turns her attention on Klyndak.
"Regent!" She hisses at Klyndak like it were a foul word and then in a hollow and unearthly voice mocks Klyndak. "My baby's dead. You cannot have him. He's dead. He's dead. Now you have no prince!"
And a bit unerved to be the focus of the undead hag's attention, I swing my hammer at her.
"A mother killin' 'er son is a wicked, wicked thing woman," I admonish the creature and then I shout at the priest, "Hru, Stop yer thinkin' like an Urk-iga! Be usin' that wand or yer divine energies! We be needin' Clareg!"
Rellios again attempts to attack the cold hag, but the fact that she's still standing after having had the spear driven into her has clearly shaken him.
Spear (1d20+2+1+1+2=7) Critical Fumble (1d20=16)
A series of fumbles on the part of the party have given her time to recover. The gaping wound left in her flesh by Clareg's axe has begun to close as whatever power has kept her from rotting away to nothing continues to work on her. Clareg lies unconscious at her feet as she turns her attention on Klyndak whom she seems to mistake for someone else. The chain clanks at her feet as she lurches towards Klyndak preparing to attack.
Rellios again attempts to attack the cold hag, but the fact that she's still standing after having had the spear driven into her has clearly shaken him.
Spear (1d20+2+1+1+2=7) Critical Fumble (1d20=16)
Hru once again calls on Gorum's power and a wave ethery goodness spreads from hit mighty blade-like holy symbol. "Gorum show us favor!"
Seeing that he's been given a chance to recover, Rellios again charges with the spear. Striking hard as he can to impede her progress.
Spear (1d20+2+1+1+2=19)
Damage (1d6+3=8)
Sneak Attack (1d6=5)
Assuming I'm still standing...
Once more with the Hammer: (1d20+3+2+1=22)
Damage: (1d8+3+1=5)