If the leader isn't dropped this round i'm actually gonna move over by kolgun while pulling out a Cure Light Wounds potion and then strike at the leader with telekinetic fist. whether the fights ends that round or not, the next round i'll be downing the potion down kol's throat.
On her turn, Bengal will quickly move up to the human, striking out at him.
Should Thel bring the human down before her turn, Bengal will then move over to the tied up elf to get him down.
Next Round
Thel steps forward, using a Korvasian fighting stance, and attacks with both daggers simultaneously, drawing out long scars as the blades cut open the degenerates chest in a crossing X pattern.
Attack Rolls
1d20+3=16, 1d20+3=15
Damage Rolls
1d4+1=2, 1d4+1=4
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Thel's blades leave the degenerate's chest open wide enough that its death howl is more of a hiss when it falls to the ground.
When Bengal reaches the elf on the altar, she sees that he is manacled, but in reasonably good condition other then what looks to be a wound across his wrist that has been poorly bandaged.
The gnome dips down and administers one of his healing potions to the dwarf, bringing him back to consciousness.
[the elf looks weak and speaks quietly]
thank you very much, My name is loren silverleaf and i am at your service,
i suggest we leave this foul place and get back to the nearest town
I need some rest and some time to recover my spells
please help me look for my equipment, it is around here somewhere
Kolgun looks around wearily, then places his hand on the gnome’s arm . . . . .
”I’ll not forget this" he manages weakly. He silently thanks Torag the Protector for keeping that beast’s savage blow from killing him outright. His spirit is still strong.
He examines his injuries and realizes that he’s still physically very weak, however.
Thel looks at the dwarf who was nearly killed, and the elf rescued from his tormentors, then down at his own body. "By the gods, these scars might impress the ladies, but the pain is worse than a stingray bite. I suggest we head back to Brindenford and patch ourselves up." Sheaths his daggers and helps the dwarf to his feet. "Don't know how many more of these hobgoblins I can face."
After the dwarf is on his feet, closes the door to the torture chamber, and will search the room for anything of value that might be traded for a healing potion or two...
Perception (sight): 1d20+1=19
Kolgun struggles to his feet and walks over to the tibbit, ”Bengal” he says and sets one hand on her shoulder. His holy symbol shines briefly . . .
He rummages through his pack and removes his work hammer and a spike. If the tibbit can't free Loren from his manacles, a few deft strikes should do the trick.
The exertion catches up to him, and he sits down to catch his breath."Perhaps a trip back to town would do us all some good."
"Thank you friend, I very much needed that." She then reaches into her bag, and pulls out her thieves tool, looking to the elf and then getting to work at freeing him.
"It is too bad we could not have met under better circumstances Loren, but I am glad we were able to save you. I am Bengal, and I agree that it would likely be a good idea to fall back a bit. There is a tavern not too far from here where we started off."
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Loren
Thel
Loot(for everyone, just spoilering it so it doesn't take up too much room.
Falchion
Javelin x8
Battleaxe
Greatclub
Masterwork Longsword
Light Steel Shield
33gp
68sp
61cp
The leader also had two small keys on him.
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Bengal is able to pop open the lock of the manacles pretty easily, freeing the elf from his capture.
Loren
Thel points out a few images painted on the walls, behind the curtains which depict fey cavorting in the woods, and skies full of stars. The walls have been painted over with a crude paint which has for the most part covered up the images.
"Guess this wasn't always a torture chamber..."
Counting all the coins found, Thel sighs. "Probably not even enough here for a single potion."
Thel looks around the temple of pain for anything that Methrondir might want to buy.
Perception
(If I needed it again.. 1d20+1=21)
thankyou so much for rescuing me, i am afraid that i must request another favour from you, i belive my equipment is through that door to the south (5) i really need to get my spellbook and ring as i am a wizard, please let us do so now, i can help with the combat if i can use that longsword we have found [the masterwork one under loot]
As the group gathers around Loren, Kolgun grasps his holy symbol lightly. His lips form a silent prayer and you feel a wave of energy flow from the small silver shield in his hands . . . .
Channel Energy
He stands a little straighter, if not taller . . .
Kolgun listens to Loren’s account of the vile ritual performed in the chamber and relates its disgusting purpose to Loren the group. 1d20+5=23
"Allow me to rest a moment longer, Loren, and I believe we can recover your possessions."
After catching his breath Kolgun is able to Channel Energy again, . . . .
Channel Energy (1d6=4)
He stands with renewed vigor and looks about the room
”These evil worshipers must be brought low.” he growls.
Thel scoffs. "I don't remember ever agreeing to taking on some goblin cult." Pondering for a moment, Thel finishes his thought... "Although, they do seem to be in the way of finding the riches rumored to be in here. Agreed...we'll kill the beasties and take their loot."
"Anything to help out a friend, Kol. By the way, I seem to be burned out of my useful arcane abilities. I'm glad we found you when we did, friend elf, or I would be worried. Good to know there's a fellow practitioner of the arcane art in the group!"
it is good to meet all of you, and i am very grateful, perhaps we can save further introductions for later, shall we go and investigate the room to the south where my equipment should be? who will lead? sorry to rush you but i feel very vulnerable without my spellbook!
loren backs thel up and stands 10ft behind him!
thankyou so much for rescuing me, i am afraid that i must request another favour from you, i belive my equipment is through that door to the south (5)
After repacking his gear Kolgun steps near Thel and Loren . . .
"They kept your gear beyond those double doors?" he whispers?
sorry kolgun my head hurts and im a bit confused, my items are around here somewhere
She stays quiet as she listens to the rest of them, waiting to see what they decide to do.
Whispering . . .
"Bengal, you stealthy footpad, do you feel up to scouting the corridor? Trust, we'll be close to aid you."
Bengal smiles widely, "Oh yes, I can do that."
She then heads down the hallway, trying her best to stay quiet.
Stealth 1d20+12=26
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Opening the door and moving into the next room, you see a tattered and stained red carpet runs most of the length of this long hall. Moth-eaten tapestries of mounted knights and hilltop castles hang on the wall. At the far eastern end stands a large wooden throne surrounded by empty kegs and dirty wooden plates and mugs.
The door to the north, east of where you are entering hangs open, showing what looks to be a disheveled mess,with four beds, a table, some chairs, and a lot of ale. Even from the entrance you can see a long wooden box beneath one of the beds.
These rooms look to be currently uninhabited.
Bengal walks into the room, keeping her weapon out as she goes to the box and searches for traps.
Bengal puts her weapon away for the time being, as she takes out her thieves tools and goes about getting the box opened.
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Bengal manages to pop open the lock on the box smoothly. Once unlocked the box opens easily. It contains a variety of mostly worthless items such as clothing, a brush, paper, chalk, and so on, as well as a set of masterwork thieves' tools, a healer's kit, a yellow agate wrapped in an old rag, a pouch with 100gp, and Loren's pack.
She takes the masterwork thieves tools for herself, then takes back the rest of the items for the others.
Thel eyes the gold pieces. "Now we're making some progress!" Turning his eyes to the group, he gauges whether they're likely to keep moving forward into the dungeon...
"I suggest now that we have your gear, we head back to town to recuperate. I'm sure you could use it after what you've been through. Besides, now that we know whats in the first parts of this delve, we might better be able to prepare for the next trek."
Kolgun’s eyes gleam at the agate as he asses its worth (dwarves will be dwarves). . .
Appraise plus Greed - (1d20+4=17)
”I feel strong enough to continue, but understand the need to rest. I only fear that those we prepare for may take that time to prepare for us.”
let us go and rest, it is foolishness to fight without our full arcane might at our disposal
”I feel strong enough to continue, but understand the need to rest. I only fear that those we prepare for may take that time to prepare for us.”
"Nothing seemed to stir while we were fighting. I would suggest we go back to town and restock supplies before venturing any deeper."
Looks to the party for a decision.
”Then rest it is. I’m sure there’s a pint of ale back at the lost shepherd waiting for me” he says with a grin.
Thel packs up the treasures and weapons they found, getting ready to head back into town. "We'll see what these weapons sell for...Not much I'd imagine."
He heads back towards the main hallway, waiting for the rest of the party.
She nods and follows, "Yes, I think going back to the tavern would be a very good idea."
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When you step out of the dimness of the Dragon's Delve into the bright light of the early afternoon, it is easy to be stunned by how little time has passed since you entered just a couple hours before. You are all a little more battered and bruised, a little more experienced, and your coin purse was just a little heavier then it was before.
The return trip to Brindenford is an easy one, walking the short trek over the low rolling hills only takes about an hour and well before that you are passing farms and other people again, helping you shake off the dangers of the dungeon.
The Lost Shepherd itself is open for business when you arrive, Methrondir eagerly popping to his feet to greet you. "Welcome my new friends. Back so soon are we? Did you uncover our fortunes already?"
If you offer Methrondir the weapons:
"He built there with the hope of catching the eye of adventurers on their way out of town to the delve. Damn fool never considered that he might get a few more customers if he placed a sign out front. Though I suppose I cannot be too critical of one with an unconventional store front. If you look for the storefront in the south that doesn't tell you its a store, you'll find it. He'll be there, if he's not off chasing pretend dragons with a wooden sword." Methrondir shakes his head again at that.
The rest of the tavern seems much as you left it previously, the same lack of customers except for the dwarf, who while not as intoxicated as he was the previous evening is certainly working his way there. Your arrival prompts the halfling to peek his head out of the kitchen quickly to see what new patrons they may have, though when he sees that you are not someone new, he slips back inside less interested.
Perception(sight based) Check: DC 15
The barmaid, Taran, waits to see if you sit before she approaches anyone who settles in with a smile. "What can I get for you tonight? The first ale is on the house for anyone who returns from the delve."
As she enters the tavern, she waves to the halfling. She then looks to the barmaid and shakes her head, "I don't need anything thank you." She looks to the group, "Well, now that we are out of danger, I am going to get more comfortable. I will be able to hear you all, but don't expect me to answer." She grins, then spends the time she needs to change back into cat form.
"He built there with the hope of catching the eye of adventurers on their way out of town to the delve. Damn fool never considered that he might get a few more customers if he placed a sign out front. Though I suppose I cannot be too critical of one with an unconventional store front. If you look for the storefront in the south that doesn't tell you its a store, you'll find it. He'll be there, if he's not off chasing pretend dragons with a wooden sword." Methrondir shakes his head again at that.
Irritated by Methrondir, Thel walks with the party to the inn. At the door, he explains that he's going to go and find this Fascher, and unload the weapons.
Heads south...
loren rents a room and rests up, he tells everyone he will be ready to go back to the delve tomorrow,
As Kolgun enters the tavern he greets the dwarf with a few kind words, takes a look around . . .
Perception at Lost Shepherd (1d20+3=23)
then heads out to find a blacksmith. He’ll offer his services, free, to shape a horseshoe, mend a tool, or whatever need may be. Every act of smithing is a prayer to Torag.
Afterward, he’ll return to his room in at the tavern, read his familiar copy of Hammer and Tongs and ask for renewed strength for the ‘morrows trials. CLW (1d8+1=4)
Finally, he’ll make his way down to the main room to buy a pint of ale for himself and any of his companions.
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Thel
The store itself is amazingly cluttered, piled with just about every good you could imagine, from tack and rope to things like manacles, alchemist fire, and a wide supply of exotic weaponry in a variety of qualities, though it doesn't look like there is anything truly magical about beyond the odd ever-burning torch.
When you enter, the proprietor lights up immediately in a broad grin. "A new customer? Gosh, wonderful! You an adventurer?" He tilts his head, looking you over and doesn't wait for a response. "I bet you are! You have that look about you. Bet you've got great stories to tell too! Perhaps you'll share some with me?"
He pauses as if realizing he should probably try for a little business too, though he's obviously bustling with energy and much more interested in any stories then a sale. [b]"You need some goods? Got something to sell? Fascher's Supply has got all you need! I'm Teigel Fascher! You can call me Fascher. Most do."
Taran is a bit surprised again by the cat's changing appearance, though she returns with a cup of milk this time, scratching bengal behind the ears as she sets it down. She then looks to the others to see if any of them are interested in anything.
Kolgun
Whedon Rasholt, a middle aged human runs the guild and welcomes you eagerly. Even offering to pay you a modest wage for any sevices you would render and willing to offer the same in the future if you were willing to lend a hand.