Ditto here. Luckily we're right at the beginning, so restarting is no big problem.
After finding no detection of evil, Maracus looks back and forth between his two companions. "May the virtues guide us." He readies his ransuer in case something comes from either room.
Kellith decides that discretion might indeed be the better part of valor, and does not open the door before him. Instead, he focuses his attention on the door that his small companion is peeking through, throwing axe in hand.
"Try not to get flanked", Lyria calls to no one in particular, then positions herself in the back of the corridor, ready for anything to come out of the doors.
As Uran pushes open the door, the light from the group's torches spills into a dark room. It smells of mold and rot, and dank air seems to seep out into the larger hall. Through her tiny crack, she can see rotten, moldy crates and barrels stacked along the walls. She can't see the entire space, but the area she's peering into looks to be about twenty feet across (north-south) and at least thirty or forty feet long (east-west). She sees no sign of movement.
Tikk snorts by her side, then gives a loud sneeze as the moldy air hits his sensitive nose.
Rurik looks into the darkness. "I'll lead." As he enters the room, he carefully searches the floor for traps.
Rurik finds no traps, but he gets a much better picture of the room as a whole as his darkvision pierces the gloom.
"Beware! See the mold on all the surfaces? It will sicken us if we breathe it in."
"Beware! See the mold on all the surfaces? It will sicken us if we breathe it in."Kellith agrees with Sevegny, "Hold your breath and cover your mouth if they are released. You SHOULD be okay. Hmmm." The fighter takes a deep breath and follows the dwarf into the room.
Even as Kellith steps into the room, those still out in the main hall are shocked to see the next door up on the left open, and a motley group of humanoids spills out into the chamber. There are three goblins, two kobolds, and two humanoids that look somewhat like humans, but with heavy brows, receding chins and extremely heavy builds . They are armed and armored, and all shout in anger at the party, calling "Die in the name of the Beast God!" and "Blood! Blood for the Bestial One!" in Common, with what you assume are similar cries in Goblin as well.
1d20+2
20+2 = 22
if so heres Tikks
1d20+4
4+4 = 8
Rurik moves out from the doorway and shoots a bolt at the nearest goblin.
Rurik moves out from the doorway and shoots a bolt at the nearest goblin.
Marcus readies his ransuer against the first creature that comes within range.
Rurik reacts with astonishing swiftness to the sound of danger, racing out the door and around the corner to fire his crossbow. The bolt takes the closest goblin in the throat, dropping it with a wet gurgle. Behind him, Uran moves into the room, still trying to determine what is happening.
The kobolds react first, rushing toward the group, with the goblins right behind them. The first kobold, however, gets caught up in what looks like a primitive trap, a string that stretches across the hallway with bells attached on either end. They set up a loud clinging, and the little kobold has to waste a moment getting free of the string before it can keep going. Nevertheless, the two move forward: the one that got caught in the string can only step up to threaten Rurik, but the other stabs at Marcus. The paladin easily knocks the spear thrust aside, however.
The goblins attack next, primitive-looking swords, apparently forged from scrap metal, waving in their hands. One charges the priest, but its sword gets caught in the broad stones of the floor, causing the blade to snap clean off. The goblin stares in shock at the remains of its weapon before looking up with trepidation at Sevegny. The other closes with Rurik, but its strike - while keeping its weapon intact - nevertheless produces no effect whatsoever.
Kellith backs out of the room, moving quickly to try to flank their opponents. He drops his throwing axe and draws the rapier in a smooth motion. He moves over to the more distant goblin and attacks.
Marcus takes a step back and very nearly cleaves the kobold in front of him in half, leaving room for Kellith's rush to follow. The paladin tries to carry the swing through to hit the goblin threatening Sevengy, but the blow goes wide.
Sevegny's thrust pierces deep into the goblin's chest - though grievously wounded, it does not fall.
That is, until Kellith rushes in behind it and cuts it down with a quick flash of his rapier. Almost in the same movement, the warrior spins and does the same to the final goblin, stabbing straight through the heart.
Lyria sees the kobolds and goblins fall down quickly and decides to keep her spells for a later encounter. Instead she loads her crossbow and shoots the only standing kobold left, hitting it in the chest. Grinning, she turns her attention to the humans, which are still far away.
Lyria sees the kobolds and goblins fall down quickly and decides to keep her spells for a later encounter. Instead she loads her crossbow and shoots the only standing kobold left, hitting it in the chest. Grinning, she turns her attention to the humans, which are still far away.
Lyria's shot manages to just slip past Rurik and over the kobold's leather armor, the bolt burying itself deep. The kobold falls with a wet cry, bleeding across the floor.
Behind the kobold, the two degenerate humans - undismayed by the speed with which their companions fell - raise their clubs, crying "Protect the Temple!" and "Blood for the Beast God!" as they charge forward. Their clubs smash down with brutal force on Rurik and Kellith . Their bestial roars echo through the room.
Rurik crumples to the floor under the force of the blow.
"YYEEWWW Gross!!! Tikk we need to stop them from hruting our friends, get that one"
As she points to the one huminod that just took down one of her comrands
Tikk leaps over Rurik's fallen body to rip and shred at the human's legs.
Bite attack (1d20+3=16, damage 1d6+1=7)
The bestial human is left almost unable to stand, but when Tikk tries to pull him down, the primitive warrior nevertheless manages to stay on his feet.
Uran channels life-giving energy into Rurik, making the dwarf shudder and open his eyes - to find a wolf standing over him.
Marcus steps forward and lunges at the human/beast standing over his fallen comrad.
The paladin's strike is blocked easily by the primitive warrior's club.
Sevegny has no trouble piercing the defenses of the brute, striking deep.