Dyrnwyna gracefully uncoils herself from her meditative posture and picks up her staff. "Where away? How many? Do you want light?" she whispers.
Frivry wakes up with a litlle bit of angry by this rest. He takes a dagger at his hand and begins to look around.
"This is going to be a long night", Gran sighs and begins to lower his weapon.
Gran yawns, and rubs his aching head. He might have rested, but it was far from peaceful.
He takes a moment to redon his armor and grab his supplies. "So are we ready" he glances at the others."
Quinn also wakes up and tries to stretch a kink out of his shoulder. His crossbow wounds seem to have finally stopped bleeding though. He dons his gear and lifts his warhammer up onto his shoulder.
"Aye, I'm ready Gran. Perhaps we should be lettin' the goblin go now? He hasn't tried anything since we picked him up and didn't try to sneak out during the night. If we take him back to the entrance and let him go I believe he may actually stay away from this place."
With that, Quinn takes a discerning look at Splug.
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"Aye, I'm ready Gran. Perhaps we should be lettin' the goblin go now? He hasn't tried anything since we picked him up and didn't try to sneak out during the night. If we take him back to the entrance and let him go I believe he may actually stay away from this place."
Splug nods vigorously. "Oh, yes -- Splug stay far away. Splug thanks master Dwarf."
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"That my friend is up to Splug, and yourself. I won't stop from letting him loose, but I pray that nothing bad comes from it"
"That my friend is up to Splug, and yourself. I won't stop from letting him loose, but I pray that nothing bad comes from it"
To the party, "Very well, lets take him to the entrance."
To Splug, "Okay Splug, ye' get to go. Good luck with yer travels and I hope ye' fall in with a better crowd."
Assuming he makes it unmolested, Quinn will lead Splug back to the entrance and let him go with a day's worth of rations from his pack.
Then he'll head back to where the runes were located.
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To Splug, "Okay Splug, ye' get to go. Good luck with yer travels and I hope ye' fall in with a better crowd."
Assuming he makes it unmolested, Quinn will lead Splug back to the entrance
When Quinn and Splug get to the doors at the top of the steps from the "quiet" area, they find them stubbornly closed.
"Bah! It do look like someone pulled our own trick on us."
Dyrnwyna inclines her head curiously at Quinn's exertions. "I seem to recall a reference in Gerenaliel's Collected Arcana to a ritual that can open bound doors. I shall have to pursue its study when I have leisure. Clearly it would be useful."
She makes no move to assist.
"Thinking about rituals that you don't know is of little use, is it not?" Gran gives a harsh, digusted look at the Eladrin. "Instead of running your mouth over thigs you don't have...Perhaps you should be trying to help your comrades"
"On three...", Gran puts his shoulder into the door.
Dyrnwyna looks at Gran, looks down at her slender frame, shrugs, and puts her shoulder to the door as well. She appears to make an effort, but her contribution is not very effective.
"Should I use my superskill?" Frivry says to his companion refering his thievery skill.
He goes near the door and listens to the sound behind the door.
Rhiannis offers to help Gran, but his own Strength does not help a bit in the effort to open the door.
"The Dark Mistress, has yet to sign my death warrant", Gran smirks at the goblin.
"This may be a bit direct, but what if just break the doors down. I'm sure it wou;dn't take too much"
"Perhaps you'd better tell us what you know about this Balgron," answers Dyrnwyna, slightly winded from her feeble push against the doors. "If he defeats us, he will surely not be as merciful to you as we have been."
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"Perhaps you'd better tell us what you know about this Balgron," answers Dyrnwyna, slightly winded from her feeble push against the doors. "If he defeats us, he will surely not be as merciful to you as we have been."
"Balgron," he squeaks. "Balgron is chief goblin. Balgron makes deal with priest to come here. Balgron fat -- fat and mean. Balgron fight dirty. Dirty and sneaky. Master dwarf, Mistress eladrin, don't want to fight Balgron."
Quinn inspects the wall around the door and the door itself and mutters to himself, "Well then...perhaps we could burn it down? Although without any chimney or some such we'd just as likely suffocate ourselves. Can't get at the hinges....don't have anythin' sturdy enough to pry...."
Quinn looks back at the rest of the party.
"Maybe we should just look for another way out? Perhaps we'll find somethin' to use as a batterin' ram."
"Burning would be the worst idea. We'd wind up not only alerting anyone near us, but would also choke ourselves out", Gran holds out his glaive.
"If getting through this door is so important leave to me. I'm sure this door wouldn't stand long against a few strikes. But the noise will probably bring out whoever's here aswell. Best to try to find another way." Gran turns his attention to the goblin.
"Unless of course you want out that desperatly, and don't mind drawing our, your enemies"
Quinn hefts his warhammer characteristically and turns to the northern corridors.
"Very well, I'm with Gran. We look fer some other route and hope for the best. Lets deal with these runes."
Quinn looks over the runes for a bit and then snaps his fingers. Setting his pack down, he begins rummaging through everything, pulling out small candles, chalk, and some other odds and ends. He finishes by pulling out a heavy, leather bound book from the bottom of his pack.
"This may or may not work, but it's worth a shot."
He begins looking through the book and drawing runes and symbols on the ground....
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Quinn closes the book as the components are consumed and then takes a tentative step up. His foot steps up onto something solid and he takes another step with his other foot. Quinn appears to float about 1 foot off the ground for a second before sinking back down.
"Well.....this one ain't very powerful but if we take our time and ferry our heavier equipment, we can still use it to try and cross the runes without settin' 'em off."
Quinn strips off his armor and pack and sets them on the invisible disk.
Dyrnwyna watches as Quinn attempts to ferry his stuff across the runic design. She waits from a prudent distance away from the runes, just in case.
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Dyrnwyna watches as Quinn attempts to ferry his stuff across the runic design. She waits from a prudent distance away from the runes, just in case.
Dyrnwyna can assist, as long as she's within 5 squares and makes a 10+ on Arcana -- adds 2 to the check. So can anyone else.
I have not read Quinn as ferrying stuff just yet.
"Good idea my friend, but I would rather do something that didn't leave me bare", he says looking at the dwarf.
Gran prepares his glaive and backs up to give himself room.
Frivry tries to help his companions by taking some objects with him.
"Hrmph...well....not all of us are so light on our feet," grumbles Quinn as he begins putting all his ritual components away.
He mutters to the others behind Gran's back, "Likely it's his head that do be light enough to lift him."
Quinn will start ferrying Frivry and anyone else who doesn't want to risk a jump. It should only take a few minutes.
On the other side, if it doesn't look like there are any other runes to worry about, Quinn will pull his chainmail back on over his head. If not, he will continue to ferry as necessary unless something else happens.
"I will use my connection to the Feywild to get over there. You go first, I will follow."
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As soon as the airborne Gran crosses the threshold of the rune-marked area, it (the rune) emits a ghostly scream.
Splug screams and claps his hands over his ears.
Frivry, meanwhile, bolts from the runes toward the south at a dead run, coming into a room filled with the remains of humanoids that start lurching toward him. Pieces of rotting flesh hang from these shambling forms. Tears in their flesh reveal exposed bone.
Frivry: