The dwarf's face brightens, "Sorik yet lives! That is heartening news indeed!"
Another of the dwarves, Adark, spits. "Tarjin has gone to the eternal forge. The monster that wears his face is not Tajin."
Arcana: 12
Dungeoneering: 7
History: 12
Nature: 7
Religion: 5
Ah knew it, didn't I say that were no dwarf up top, e ad ta be a gnome or some such. Sneaky little basted stabbed us in tha back e did. Rulf says with feeling, overjoyed that his keen eyesight saw through tarjins disguise.
Well anyway lads, I'm also from Hammerfast originally, Unterhein clan. But i've been down among the big folk fer a year or more. Trying to teach religion to tha heathens ya know, thankless job really but we still do our best, Rulf preaches, starting to get into his subject but then realises they have other goals here. Anyway what brings yer down ere, an what can ya tell us about this ere place.
"Ah, Unterhein, wel met." The dwarves listen politely to their rescuers. When prompted Viknus states, "We were hired over in Winterhaven to repair the tower. These yellow-faced ruffians waylayed us and kept us locked in that room like a bunch of kobolds. Not all of us were so lucky, though." About now some of the dwarves are carrying the bodies of two fallen dwarves towards the rope ladder. One of those bodies is that of Tarjin.
"The murderers only interest seemed to be in finding a skull, or some such thing. A gaggle of 'em went through those doors, led by a bag o' dirt by the name of Falk."
By now the bodies have been raised up and most of the dwarves have bowed in respect to each of you before climbing up himself. Viknus bows deeply and says, "We're going back to Winterhaven, and most likely back home after that. We're masons not warriors, but if you're going after Falk, give hive the whole hammer and the anvil."
Latro steps forward to greet the dwarves. "Well met dwarves. I'm Latro. Sorry about your pals. And we'll make sure to tell Falk you send your best. I don't have a hammer or anvil, but my sword and shurikens should do the trick."
To his adventuring party, "I say we go through the doors and avenge these dwarves. I say we run this Falk character through."
Aye, Latro has the right of it. You an me both lad, you an me both, Rulf says in somber agreement.
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"Your comrades will not go unavenged good Dwarves, and may Bahamut guide them to their rest." making the blessing of the shield to protect the souls on their journey through the shadow fell, Kava towers over the dwarves
"Did your captors say anything else about their plans, skulls seem to figger highly in their nefarious and short lives"
"Be careful, Falk is some type of necromancer, and will have undead with him. Also, I think I heard Lurash boasting about a magic holy symbol he was planning to hawk when they got back."
"hhhmm Necromancer"
Knowledge check on Necromancer
A'loran:
And on Lurash's body you find a holy symbol:
Symbol of Vigor
This symbol rewards your good health with divine might.
Level: 7
Price: 2,600 gp
Implement (Holy Symbol)
Enhancement: +2 attack rolls and damage rolls
Critical: +1d6 damage per plus, or +1d12 damage per plus while you’re at maximum hit points
Property: You gain a +1 bonus to attack rolls made using this holy symbol while you’re at maximum hit points.
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"A necromancer?! My kind of villan." Kava gets a determined look cross her face. Turning to the group. "Well we should check the bandits above for clues to help us battle this menace"
Kava goes to the rope up following and helping the dwarves up "Masters Kirmondir, master Stonerain if I may be of assistance" Turning to Latro "So young Manticore ... coming?"
"Praise be to the Storm Lord father Rulf, my gratitude again"
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Kava slithers out of the pit and waves "Ho, Sorik!" to her dwarven guide. Making sure the dwarves are supplied with arms "You must take care on your way back to Winterhaven, that falsefaced villian is out there somewhere." she helps load the dwarves onto the wagons and briefly checks for a scuffle where they left Sorik, chastising herself for doubting that it is him but taking care in case he's a double.
As they leave she waves "Till next we meet Viknus Idor Markel Gundar Adark Dirkan" and then busys herself with searching the bandits from below for clues
Sorik openly weeps as he embraces each survivor. He nods at Kava's advice, but seems more concerned with those he thought lost. The dwarves give another weary, but heartfelt thank you as they pick up crossbows from the fallen bandits.
Kava
Symbol of Vigor
This symbol rewards your good health with divine might.
Level: 7
Price: 2,600 gp
Implement (Holy Symbol)
Enhancement: +2 attack rolls and damage rolls
Critical: +1d6 damage per plus, or +1d12 damage per plus while you’re at maximum hit points
Property: You gain a +1 bonus to attack rolls made using this holy symbol while you’re at maximum hit points.
The Map
"I'll check out these barrels first. Then I think we should get going through these doors?"
Latro first moves to the barrels and then moves to the double doors and starts examining them.
The crates and barrels are filled with supplies.
"well I'm ready to go. Rulf you should take this magic holy symbol. It seems pretty powerful."
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Calling back down the hole "It does not look like anything of interest left up here"
She salutes to the Dwarves dissapearing into the mist, the muted light dulling her silver armour and scales to look like coopers iron.
Turning about for a moment she looks into the dense wall of gray and wonders Where has that shapechanger gone, and just which possible bleak moment is it going to appear. Oh Lord, I was lucky this time but I almost got Aloran killed in that ambush. Help me to keep them safe.
Making the sign of the shield Kava slides her long muscular frame down the hole. Appearing out of the darkness "Do you lads mind if I take a brief look at these murals? "
"well I'm ready to go. Rulf you should take this magic holy symbol. It seems pretty powerful."
Ahh.. thanks... very pretty. Now where'd ya turn that up from A'loran an whats it do? Rulf says while looking confused as he inspects the symbol.
"Nothing but mundane supplies in the crates and barrels. And I don't hear anything from beyond the door. Are we rested and ready to avenge the dwarves?"
The crest carries no religious significance. The goblin skulls are weathered and cracked, but reveal no insight as to what caused their demises.
Kava
Rulf
This symbol rewards your good health with divine might.
Level: 7
Price: 2,600 gp
Implement (Holy Symbol)
Enhancement: +2 attack rolls and damage rolls
Critical: +1d6 damage per plus, or +1d12 damage per plus while you’re at maximum hit points
Property: You gain a +1 bonus to attack rolls made using this holy symbol while you’re at maximum hit points.
"Well, we certainly won't get anything done by sitting around here. Let's get going."
Thank'ee kindly A'loran, this'll come in handy. Rulf starts getting himself organised, has a quick bite of some hard tack then stands prepared to move off. I'm a ready ta go Canas. Latro lad, are ye takin the lead? Rulf announces as he moves to the door ready to open it.
Upon opening the doors you feel a wave of heat and can hear a low roar. Up ahead a statue of a dragon spits an enormous gout of flame across a ten foot wide hallway.
"Lead on Brave Lady. I'm right behind you. Careful of those flaming dragons though! I wouldn't want you to get that shiny armor scorched!"
Latro follows Kava and keeps close to the wall furthest away from the flames.
Rulf moves up behind the others, Thats most impressive craftsmanship that is, probably dwarven construction. Ah'll wager there's an off switch about
A'loran moves up as well "gee... dwarves really like the feel of the forge in their faces. I could teleport to the other side... but that doesn't mean I'll be able to disable it. But I'll give it a try anyways.
Around the next corner you see four alcoves. Statues of angels occupy the alcoves on the right; statues of dragons fill the alcoves on the left. All four statues breathe continuous gouts of flame. Beyond these jets of fire, you see an open set of double doors.
Rulf and Kava
Latro
As the party stands there studying the statues (but before A'loran teleports), Latro gives a shout and crossbow bolts come flying from behind the doors.
Latro starts to speak, "I think we tumble around the flames or maybe we can disable them with some time." As he starts to continue, his voice rises to shout a warning, "Wait. What is...lookout! More bandits behind the doors!!"
With that, he moves behind the wall in an effort to make his attacks more effective.
Latro gets out of the way as crossbow bolts fly down the corridor.
[ooc]Canas' turn.[ooc]
The Map
[ooc]Canas - 20 (40/40)
Latro - 14 (35/35 hp)
Rulf - 14 (22/36 hp)
Bandits - 10
A'loran - 6 (32/32 hp)
Kava - 2 (32/39 hp)
Canas focuses on the bandits down the hall, and they soon come under the influence of things long dead.
A rune appears on B1's forehead, but no other ill effects seem to befall him.
Latro steps back, plasters himself against the wall, and then springs forward, loosing a shuriken at the bandit at the end of the hallway when he reaches the corner.
"These bandits are indeed treacherous and have no sense of fair play! Attacking when we have fire statues to deal with? Not right, I tell you."
To the bandits, "Ho Bandits. We've killed your buddies and your leaders. I'm going to enjoy dancing on your yellow-bellied entrails!"
that'd be right, jes when yer admirin fine craftsmanship someat attacks ya Rulf utters quite disgustedly. he shakes his head then realises that he'd best get low to avoid the incoming fire.
Latro pretends to run away, and catches the bandit unprepared when he throws a shuriken in B1's belly.
The bandits hold their position and continue to fire, this time against those who have attacked them.