The spider meanwhile snaps again at Nuveril, this time it's bite taking effect .
Nuveril gasps and stumbles slightly as the poison enters her system; then she steels herself, the knuckles gripping her weapons going white as she growls through gritted teeth, and, a manic light in her eyes, swings with renewed vigor. Her blade swings wide, but the spike of her madu manages to pierce the chitinous exoskeleton of the spider, leaving behind a thin, yellowish trickle.
scimitar and madu (1d20+2=9, 1d20+2=20) madu damage (1d3+1=2)
Losk takes another swipe at the spider, this time hitting it properly, (1d20+2=15, 1d8+1=7) a leg snaps, but the spider doesn't fall...
Nano lets out a little yelp and steps way from the spider (5'step if he was adjacent). Gathering his magical energies, the halfling sorcerer lets fly a acidic bolt from his fingertips.
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Parvenah also jockeys for a good angle on the spider, but as it recoils from Nano's acid bolt, it jerks away from the path of the archer's arrow.
Losk should be adjacent to it, since he just hit it with his axe... :)
That said, the channel energy I was referring to is a standard action that doesn't cause an AOO, according to the PRD.
That said, Nano just took the spider out...[/ooc]
As Nano's magical blast washes over the spider, it collapses to the ground, yellow ichor seeping out of it's wounds.
With the spider dead, Losk takes a few steps towards the centre of the room, and pulls something from a pocket. Closing his eyes, he concentrates deeply, and rays of sunshine stream through the holes in the roof, bathing the room in a brilliant glow. As the rays wash over everyone, they feel reinvigorated and renewed.
With the spider dead, Losk takes a few steps towards the centre of the room, and pulls something from a pocket. Closing his eyes, he concentrates deeply, and rays of sunshine stream through the holes in the roof, bathing the room in a brilliant glow. As the rays wash over everyone, they feel reinvigorated and renewed.
Nuveril glares suspiciously at the dwarf as she feels the energy wash over her, but as the angry wound from the spider bite closes over, she relaxes and bends over to retrieve her dropped javelin. "Cursed creature," she mutters, still feeling the weakness in her muscles.
That's a good question, the line in the PRD is not at all clear...
Channeling energy causes a burst that affects all
creatures of one type (either undead or living) in a 30-foot
radius centered on the cleric. The amount of damage dealt
or healed is equal to 1d6 points of damage plus 1d6 points
of damage for every two cleric levels beyond 1st (2d6 at 3rd,
3d6 at 5th, and so on). Creatures that take damage from
channeled energy receive a Will save to halve the damage.
The DC of this save is equal to 10 + 1/2 the cleric’s level
+ the cleric’s Charisma modifier. Creatures healed by
channeled energy cannot exceed their maximum hit point
total—all excess healing is lost.
I like randomness though, so yeah, everyone rolls their own...
Medium spider venom Type:injury DC:14 Frequency:1/rd. for 4 rds. Damage:1d2 Str Cure: 1 save
Which means (as I read it) you need to make the save every round for 4 rounds, or until you make a single save. It also means I rolled the wrong thing for the Str damage, but since it was <=2, and hasn't affected you yet, I think we can ignore that....
Oh, and everyone gets 100XP.
Medium spider venom Type:injury DC:14 Frequency:1/rd. for 4 rds. Damage:1d2 Str Cure: 1 saveWhich means (as I read it) you need to make the save every round for 4 rounds, or until you make a single save. It also means I rolled the wrong thing for the Str damage, but since it was <=2, and hasn't affected you yet, I think we can ignore that....
With or without the bonus, that'll be a cured barbarian, although the str won't return for a couple of days without healing....
With or without the bonus, that'll be a cured barbarian, although the str won't return for a couple of days without healing....
Heal check roll, now 1 hp away from full...1d6=2
Losk mutters thanks to his goddess for her blessing, and then looks at the others. "Well, shall we be ploughing on then?
The curious Nano starts to poke around the beds, seeing if anyone has left anything interesting in this room.
Parvenah basks in the surge of healing power (recovers 3hp, so only down 1 now.) and smiles at Losk. "Your skills are a blessing from Sarenrae, my friend. Hold for just a moment, Nuveril, I want to examine this mold for a moment."
Is the pattern of the mold suggestive of anything?
The curious Nano starts to poke around the beds, seeing if anyone has left anything interesting in this room.
Anything of value has long since rotted away to dust, or rusted, ven in this dry heat.
Is the pattern of the mold suggestive of anything?
Only unnatural growth, beyond that, there is nothing more to see.
Parvenah basks in the surge of healing power (recovers 3hp, so only down 1 now.) and smiles at Losk. "Your skills are a blessing from Sarenrae, my friend. Hold for just a moment, Nuveril, I want to examine this mold for a moment."
"Aye lass, a Blessin' indeed, although I doobt if my skill has anythin' to do wi' it. Th'e light o' Sarenrae shines on oos for the deads we do, and not for our ability to manipulate Her, or Her agents."
Parvenah basks in the surge of healing power (recovers 3hp, so only down 1 now.) and smiles at Losk. "Your skills are a blessing from Sarenrae, my friend. Hold for just a moment, Nuveril, I want to examine this mold for a moment.""Aye lass, a Blessin' indeed, although I doobt if my skill has anythin' to do wi' it. Th'e light o' Sarenrae shines on oos for the deads we do, and not for our ability to manipulate Her, or Her agents."
Nuveril looks at the dwarf curiously. "How do you come to depend on a winged, light-giving female for patronage?" she asks. "Surely your ancestors lived their lives under the earth, where they cared nothing for the sun and the sun cared nothing for them."
Nuveril looks at the dwarf curiously. "How do you come to depend on a winged, light-giving female for patronage?" she asks. "Surely your ancestors lived their lives under the earth, where they cared nothing for the sun and the sun cared nothing for them."
"Ack, you're right, an' it's a long and twisted story, too long for a time such as this, and more made for a camp fire and a good strong drink. Hopefully that story is coming to an end with these acts, and another, better one can begin. But my Lady Sarenrae means more to Dwarves than you may imagine, we need some things from the surface world, and all of those are provided by the Lady's glory."
Parvenah rubs at some of the mold to see if it comes off, but then gives a little shrug and moves back to the hallway. She will take point and proceed to the next room down the corridor.
Nuveril gives the spider's body a contemptuous kick, then follows closely behind Parvenah, ready to charge into battle if need be.
Parvenah rubs at some of the mold to see if it comes off, but then gives a little shrug and moves back to the hallway. She will take point and proceed to the next room down the corridor.
Parvenah rubs at some of the mold to see if it comes off, but then gives a little shrug and moves back to the hallway. She will take point and proceed to the next room down the corridor.
** spoiler omitted **
** spoiler omitted **
This is the lowest chamber of what was once a 40ft heigh tower. All of the wooden floors have now collapsed and the old ladder that used to access these lies atop the pile of rotting wood. To one side, a 10ft wide stairway leads down into darkness.
Nuveril follows Parvenah into the collapsed tower and peers at the stairway dubiously. "This 'mission' of Her-High-and-Mightiness just got longer. There's no telling how deep this thing may go, and there could be all kinds of strange creatures down there. At least, we can hope this is the only way up. I say we finish searching the aboveground level first. Until then, let's drag some of this wood over the staircase. It may not keep anything down there, but if we come back and find it disturbed, at least we'll know there's something stalking us." She turns to Losk. "Looks like you'll be reacquainting yourself with your ancestors' underground way of life, dwarf. Let's hope your Sun-Lady's patronage doesn't end where the darkness begins."
She turns to Losk. "Looks like you'll be reacquainting yourself with your ancestors' underground way of life, dwarf. Let's hope your Sun-Lady's patronage doesn't end where the darkness begins."
Losk Laughs again, "Ack Lassies, that's the joy of a Dwarf worshipping a Goddess of the sun, she protects me aboove grund, and below, well, there are'ny many horrors for a dwarf below ground.
That's a sound plan though." and with that, he stands his axe carefully to one side, and starts shifting wood.
Nuveril takes a quick glance around the tower and up toward the far-off ceiling, looking for more spiders or anything else that might be preparing to jump out at them before helping Losk barricade the staircase.
It takes a few minutes, but eventually Losk and Nuveril have the staircase relatively well blocked. It will certainly make noise if anything comes back up.
Nuveril doesn't see anything looking up.
Moving on, second spoiler above...
Five austere beds line the north wall of this humble office and living quarters. A dented metal chest rests at the foot of each bed, and a simple mosaic pattern of red and orange glass chips brings some color to the wall. A layer of grime and filth coats many of the surfaces in this small room, and the redolent stench of dirty fur hangs heavy in the air.
Nuveril wrinkles her nose at the smell. "Your monkey friends have been in here, it seems," she comments. She takes a quick look around to see if there are any more still hiding.
You are currently in A15.
You don't notice anything glancing around, other than in the description....
A14 is the only part we haven't explored up to now....
Nano once again takes a moment to search the room for anything of value.
Nano doesn't find anything, even in the locked chests....
Ok, a bit of DM Fait to skip ahead, there really isn't a lot of interest
Descriptions for the next set of rooms as followed on the map follow, I'll spoiler them to keep the post more readable...
must once have been the monastery’s library. An overpowering odor of musty, rotting paper and old leather fills the air here, and hundreds of books—most too damaged even to open without destroying them—litter the floors. Empty bookshelves line the walls of both levels.
at a touch, one book (Search DC 16 to locate) is very well
preserved. This unusual book is called Courts of Stone and
Flame, and is a treatise on genies of the elemental planes.[ooc]This book would take around a day of study to properly absorb[ooc]
A sweeping bas-relief sculpture along the north wall depicts five bearded, larger-than-life humans riding the wind with triumph carved upon their faces. Though some of their arms and hands are missing, each is clearly meant to wield a distinctive weapon. One of the five warriors holds a large axe, while another holds a fragment of what must once have been a regal staff. In the distance, an ominous mountain looms over the quintet. East of the wall decoration, two open archesl ead into small rooms off the north wall. The south wall is little more than a series of open arches that look out into an open-air courtyard.
Two open arches on opposite ends of the west wall lead out into the ruined nave.
Nuveril pokes around the ruined library, a look of disgust on her face. She picks up one volume with skeptical interest and flips through it but then tosses it back into the mess with comtempt. "I hope the she-camel doesn't expect us to clear this rubbish out of here to make a place for her to sleep. I haven't seen an area of this 'civilized' construction as clean and fresh as the open land."
By the time the party reaches the freizes around the open courtyard, Nuveril's short supply of patience has been exhausted. She rolls her eyes, sighs, and bounces irritably on the balls of her feet, swinging her weapons through the air restlessly. "This is a waste of my time," she snaps. "If Lady High-and-Mighty weren't intent on sleeping inside a husk tonight, we could be a day closer to Kelmarane!"
Perception:1d20+3=19, Knowledge Religion:1d20+7=21, no Knowledge History I'm afraid....
As Losk wanders into the library he sees Nuveril tossing the book, with lightning reflexes, he drops his axe to the floor with a clatter, and throws himself across the room to catch the book, landing in a heap of dwarf.
"Bloody Hell Lass, tha'll not treat books like that aroun' me! Especially ones in a Library to ma Goddess!" With that he stomps out into the sunshine of the court yard, and sits down to start looking over the book, checking first that it is properly intact and then looking at the contents.
As the others come outside, he looks pointedly at Nuveril, "She'll need rebinding, but that was true before you picked her oop. I think I'll keep her though, as a remnant of tha people who started this place."
Looking at the images on the walls Losk again speaks up, "Those are genies, 5 of them, that called themselves the Templars of the five winds."
As Losk wanders into the library he sees Nuveril tossing the book, with lightning reflexes, he drops his axe to the floor with a clatter, and throws himself across the room to catch the book, landing in a heap of dwarf.
"Bloody Hell Lass, tha'll not treat books like that aroun' me! Especially ones in a Library to ma Goddess!" With that he stomps out into the sunshine of the court yard, and sits down to start looking over the book, checking first that it is properly intact and then looking at the contents.
As the others come outside, he looks pointedly at Nuveril, "She'll need rebinding, but that was true before you picked her oop. I think I'll keep her though, as a remnant of tha people who started this place."
Nuveril rolls her eyes. "Books and monkeys!" she mutters under her breath. "This one is nothing like I expected a dwarf to be from their reputation."
Looking at the images on the walls Losk again speaks up, "Those are genies, 5 of them, that called themselves the Templars of the five winds."
Nuveril spits on the floor, as if to rid her mouth of a bad taste. "Genies! Not to be trusted, foul tricksters. They tempt the weak-minded with promises of decadence and then ensnare them."
Nano has been seeming far away during the search of the rooms. He does go around searching the rooms, but he does so absently and without real interest in the things he finds.
As he search the library he finds a crumbled book. Most of the pages is destroyed by time and weather, but one page is intact enough for him to recognize the picture of a gnoll eating of some large bone.
He closes his eyes with a pained expression on his face. Behind his eyelids, his eyes seem to dart back and forth as if having a nightmare.
His face pales and he clutches the page hard, crumbling the fragile old paper. But he seems not to notice that, or any other of his surrounding.
As Losk drop to the floor, he is torn out of his thoughts and suddenly opens his eyes. With a true expression of terror in his eyes he screams "ANUMA!! NO!"
As he regain his senses, he looks around the room remembering where he is. His chins starts to blush, and he tries to cover his outburst in a coughing.
He looks around embarrased and hopes the others didn't notice his scream.
Edit: nano will cast detect magic in every room they search
I am assuming now, that everyone is happy to move on. Losk will be lost in perusal of the book, but will follow when everyone moves off, in which direction are we traveling, there are a few options, as the map linked above shows....
Tiring of the art, Nuveril peers into the arch near the corner.
"Do you see anything?"
Tiring of the art, Nuveril peers into the arch near the corner.
The brightly painted walls of this small chapel, probably meant for personal prayer and reflection, stand out as unusually garish for the otherwise reserved architecture notable elsewhere in the monastery. On the walls, numerous rectangular wooden plates traced in gold filigree depict a strapping warrior battling creatures of fire, riding a chariot on the wind, and engaging in other acts of noble heroism. It is the same figure depicted elsewhere in the monastery, but the sheer number of images here suggest that this shrine was especially important to the
clerics who honored him as a saint of Sarenrae. Perhaps a quarter of the gold plates have been pried away or hacked apart by long-absent vandals.
Opposite the door, dominating a section of the north wall, stands a man-sized statue of the warrior, its face marred by what look like numerous blows from an axe. The statue holds both hands in front of him, bent at the elbow, palms up, as if expecting an offering. Several deep rents from similar axe blows make it clear that someone tried to hack the arms from the statue decades ago, but was unable to do so.
Nuveril nods in approval of the pictures on the walls. "At least the fools who shut themselves up in here had the sense to venerate a true warrior," she says to herself. "Bards' tales can't be stolen, though," she adds, eyeing the empty spaces, "and as long as the tribe endures, a hero's memory can't be destroyed. Here, dwarf," she shouts. "There's another lump of stone in here to pay your respects to."
"There's another lump of stone in here to pay your respects to."
At Nuveril's words, Losk looks up. He carefully stows the book in his backpack, and moves to look in the room. "Oh, we are investigatin' again are we lassie? Well, that's no statue to ma Goddess, but looks at a glance to be the same guy as outside, a shrine dedicated to him though, very interestin' I'm sure."
With that he moves out of the room, and looks through the next archway, "Ohh, some nice pictures in here too, and seems to lead further in. Shall we follow?"