"There are a few more rooms down here, guys. Are you up for exploring? We have the info we need to incriminate Kanto, we may as well make sure the place is empty."
"Drincilla," growls Kirwen. His hands flex, and for a moment, something that almost looks like red scales flickers across them.
After a moment, he pulls himself out of that thought and looks at Quick. "Absolutely. The boss likes it when we're thorough, and we don't want to overlook nobody."
"Does the name Drincilla mean something to ya?"
"Hmmm," it is clear Thrakhir is trying to recall any recollection of a Drincilla in his memory.
"I wonder what's behind these doors." Quick asks, listening at each one before trying any of the handles.
Juliare seems really happy to find the sales receipts.
"We got her !"
He'll carry them if everyone is ok with this
"Does the name Drincilla mean something to ya?"
"Not yet it don't," growls Kirwen, "but that's soon to change."
Only one of the doors is locked (the heavy oak door at the end of the corridor) and Kanto would have had that key. You don't hear anything behind any of the doors.
"Hmm," rumbles Kirwen, "this one seems important. You guys didn't find a key?" Once they say no, he turns to Tharkhir. "Your way leaves less mess."
"Hmm," rumbles Kirwen, "this one seems important. You guys didn't find a key?" Once they say no, he turns to Tharkhir. "Your way leaves less mess."
Thrakhir pulls out a small leather case from his vest pocket and stands in front of the door so that he may work the lock.
Thrakhir grumbles. "This door ain't cooperatin'."
He makes a second attempt.
"Weren't many locked doors in here. If something's locked, there's a reason."
Thrakhir grumbles. "This door ain't cooperatin'."
He makes a second attempt.
At the second attempt Thrakhir gets the door open. You enter a large oblong room with some sort of a shrine erected against the north (left) wall. It consists of a simple black obelisk surrounded by a mosaic of intertwined black roses.
As you enter the room a strange figure jumps down from a ledge and advances threateningly. It looks like a featureless humanoid made of some kind of silvery metal. It has a large glowing ruby set in its forehead and
some kind of insignia on its chest. It looks like a stylized grin where a capital M is highlighted in the zigzag-line of fangs.
Thrakhir stares at the figure moving toward him. "What the hells?"
Knowledge (arcana) (1d20+4=15)
Initiative (1d20+1=2)
Out in the hall, Kirwen says to Quick, "If we get lucky, we'll find something to point-" He breaks off as he hears Tharkhir's outburst in the next room. "What is it?" he shouts, turning.
"Oh boy. This ain't no Gospel Sharp."
Juliare is at the rear of the group . It's obvious he is as suspicious at what is behind him as what his new 'companions' are up to
initiative 13
Brock being bored with all the lock picking and batter, and tired as he had not been in some time was slow to react to the startled dwarf.
Thrakhir
The figure moves with uncanny speed to D1. It seems intent to block your access to the room.
Thrakhir is up, then Juliare, Quick, Brock and Kirwen.
The figure moves with uncanny speed to D1. It seems intent to block your access to the room.
"Brave don't mean stupid." Thrakhir states rather plainly as he moves away from the unnatural thing pulling out a small ax on his way. "Let's draw 'im out to the open."
"Wait , I think he could have hurt us and didn't , let's draw back and see ! "
Moving to A1
"Yeah, but now I want in that room even more," say Kirwen dangerously.
"Same here. That jewel is mighty interesting." Quick says, as she backs up from the approaching creature.
Brock draws his Great Axe and starts to walk toward the creature
"This looks like fun time"
Kirwen growls, "Move it, axeman!"
Brock doesn't look back at the bald man but talks to him all the same "You'll get a turn baldy, just be patient."
As Brock advances upon the monster brandishing his axe, it reacts with uncanny speed and grace. It turns out that the sides of its hands are razor-sharp and it slashes Brock for 6 points of damage.
The monster's metallic skin is tough and Brock's axe only manages to make a small dent in it.
Brock backs away letting Kirwen have a go at the monster, but its skin is hard and Kirwen's claws can get no purchase on it.
Thrakhir, Quick, Juliare.
Thrakhir sets down his pack and pulls out his length of rope with the grappling hook attached to the end. He then peeks around the corner and attempts to ensnare one of the legs of the golem.
Sadly, he is only successful at hitting Brock in the back. "Serves ya right," he mutters.
"Mind your head, boys" Quick calls as she launches a blast of electricity at the menacing construct.
Thrakhir:
Raven and Clark wait at the back, unsure of what to do. Raven whispers something to Thrakhir. Thrakhir sighs and throws a grappling hook that lands at Kirwen's feet. Quick has problems aiming her lightning without hitting Brock or Kirwen, so the construct manages to duck out of its way.
Juliare is up, then the monster.
Given the way the corridor is stacked , Juliare does nothing but yell
'Dammit , back up so we can attack all attack it and aid one another ! '
Quick has problems aiming her lightning without hitting Brock or Kirwen, so the construct manages to duck out of its way.
Since the monster is featureless it can't show any emotion. However it pauses for a moment, arms akimbo, and the ruby set in its forehead glows red. Then the corridor turns into an inferno as a jet of flame gushes out and envelopes the whole of it, blasting Kirwen and Brock .
Brock and Kirwen are up, then Thrakhir, Quick and Juliare.