"Yhum Yhum, grab knight's and priest's weapons!! Get whatever armor you can"
Grakl grabs the rogue's weapons. belt, pouches, backpack, etc.
"Cenc, what else can you tell us about the cube?, We can lure it to large room? Yes, yes? Is spellbook in cube?"
"I think the thing's gonna destroy it." Cenciach calls regretfully. "These things destroy whatever they touch. They're like acid. I'm not sure if I can lure it, it may follow me though, it probably wants food."
"Yes..." Milaniel smiles. "Let's put some fear into those who truly deserve it."
"OK Cenc..." immediately begins to look for some rope...grapple, something to snag the book from the ooze froma distance, since I don't want to get digested "lemme see what I can find..."
Cenciarch:
Grakl:
The knight is wearing banded mail and carrying a heavy steel shield and a longsword. The rogue is dressed in a small sized suit of leather armor. He was wielding a small shortsword and dagger. Down the corridor lie the bodies of the cleric and fighter. They are dressed in splint mail and a chain shirt, respectively. The fighter was also carrying a heavy steel shield and longsword, the cleric a heavy mace and light steel shield. In addition, they are all equipped with backpacks and there is one lantern beside the rogue’s body.
Milaniel is beginning to ascend the shaft, the platform at the top still wobbling as more people are loaded onto it. The cube and Cenciarch are around the corner, out of sight. Grakl is currently looking over the bodies of the knight and rogue, a look of concentration on his face. Yhum Yhum and Saamasal?
Saamasal grabs the knight's longsword and runs over to where the fighter's corpse lies and grabs the lantern and takes off the fighter's chain shirt.
"Mine!"
The hobgoblin takes the heavy shield and heavy mace.
Grakl takes the belt with the short sword and dagger and straps it around himself while he grabs the backpack.
"Guys, I'm leading it over there. Just stay out of its way, then go around it while it takes care of the humans." Cenciach calls out in Undercommon. He then repeats it in Draconic. For good measure, he says it in Auran too."
A few seconds later, he flies into view.
Grakl takes the belt with the short sword and dagger and straps it around himself while he grabs the backpack.
** spoiler omitted **
Amended post...after I thought about it for a second...
"uh...the rogue's weapons are mine, yes yes..."
Milaniel continues her ascent of the shaft as the platform begins lowering towards the chamber you are in. Grakl grabs the shortsword and dagger from the rogue, also taking his backpack and other gear. Meanwhile Saamasal arms himself with a longsword and takes the lantern, moving down the corridor to where the fighter fell where he begins to strip him of his chain shirt. Yhum Yhum grabs the heavy mace and shield as Cenciarch is flying back and forth between your group and where the cube is inexorably squeezing down the corridor towards you.
Grakl:
Yhum Yhum:
Cenciarch:
Milaniel:
GM:
GM:
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Milaniel:
GM:
Milaniel ducks back through the floor of the elevator and races full speed back down the shaft.
"They will be here in about thirty seconds," she tells the others. "Ready yourselves."
Saamasal puts on the chain shirt and floats to near where the elevator will come down. "Thirty seconds? Fine. In half a minute these fools will see true swordplay." Saamasal floats there, the longsword vibrating slightly in his hands. As the elevator reaches the floor, his form begins to waver.
Milaniel continues her ascent of the shaft as the platform begins lowering towards the chamber you are in. Grakl grabs the shortsword and dagger from the rogue, also taking his backpack and other gear. Meanwhile Saamasal arms himself with a longsword and takes the lantern, moving down the corridor to where the fighter fell where he begins to strip him of his chain shirt. Yhum Yhum grabs the heavy mace and shield as Cenciarch is flying back and forth between your group and where the cube is inexorably squeezing down the corridor towards you.
Grakl:
** spoiler omitted **Yhum Yhum:
** spoiler omitted **Cenciarch:
** spoiler omitted **Milaniel:
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Cenciach:
Yuhm Yuhm also grabs the splint mail.
"Ack, that bow...did the cube eat it yet???" Grakl yells to Cenc..."keep it coming, we can't go through it, so we're gonna have to fight..."
"Look for alchemists fire, webbags, anything to slow down platform, then when goes past ceiling, cut rope, make thems fall fall!! YES!"
"Ack, that bow...did the cube eat it yet???" Grakl yells to Cenc..."keep it coming, we can't go through it, so we're gonna have to fight..."
"Look for alchemists fire, webbags, anything to slow down platform, then when goes past ceiling, cut rope, make thems fall fall!! YES!"
"Ack, that bow...did the cube eat it yet???" Grakl yells to Cenc..."keep it coming, we can't go through it, so we're gonna have to fight..."
"Look for alchemists fire, webbags, anything to slow down platform, then when goes past ceiling, cut rope, make thems fall fall!! YES!"
The cube is still a fair way down the corridor (it's only moving at about fifteen/twenty feet per round) so the bow is still on the ground where the rogue dropped it. In his backpack, you find three flasks of alchemist's fire, plus some water, rations, rope and a set of thieves' tools.
Grakl:
The items identifying as magical are:
The rogue's ring
The knight's longsword
The knight's banded mail
The cleric's mace
Something in the cleric's backpack
The fighter's shield
Grakl grabs the alchemist's fire out of the backpack...
"Yes, yes, got fire...give 'em hotfoot!!!"
The platform continues its descent as you fan out in the entry chamber below. You can see some people peering over the edge down at you and can hear the murmurred voices as those above form their plan. At a height of about fifty feet, the elevator slows and then comes to a total stop. You can still hear the muffled sound of voices as the platform sways gently, hanging ominously above you halfway up the shaft.
Perception: 1d20=17+9=26
Grakl hands out the three alchemists fire, he points lantern, then to the platform...then to the alchemist's fire, then to the platform again.
Grakl then scrambles over to the bow, grabs it, then back to the rogue, and grabs the arrows he had...
"Hmmm? More food?"
Visual cue: In hybrid form, Grakl tends to run like an ape, kind of hopping, and using 1 hand for extra movement...
Did we snuff that lantern? We should have...oh well it'll be snuffed when it hits the platform...speaking of the platform is it suspended by chains or ropes?
Saamasal hefts the flask, ready to fling it at the guards.
Grakl says..."I've got a cunning plan..."
in undercommon..."Cenc, fly back in her and blast that platform wit yer breath!!! that oughta break it..."Mila...distract em, so they don't see it coming..." 50' fall outta help even the odds...
Can I see the main one who's talking? (60 ft darkvision)
At this stage, Grakl has just finished examining the bodies and taking some of the rogue's equipment he has been poking around through his backpack to see what is in there and has begun to pull out the flasks of alchemist's fire. Yhum Yhum and Saamasal have armed themselves and have removed the armor from the bodies, although have not yet donned it. Cenciach is flying back and forth between the gelatinous cube which is still methodically advancing down the corridor behind you and the entry chamber as Milaniel hovers above the rest of the group, having scouted out the platform's occupants.
Those underneath it can't really see anything that's happening above the platform - it nearly fills the shaft and the occupants are out of sight unless they happen to peer over the edge (which several are doing from time to time). There are many voices, although you are unable to make out what they are saying from here - several are speaking at once, though none are raising their voice. You can see the platform is very sturdy, with what appear to be thick chains coming through the floor to four anchor points.
As you wait for the platform to descend within range, all but Yhum Yhum hear a slight clunk in the wall in the northeast chamber. Forewarned, they are able to make a move or standard action as a section of the wall slides aside revealing a passage beyond. Blocking the passage, and lumbering into the room, is a tall, gangly humanoid with green rubbery skin. Leering at you menacingly, it shambles forward to attack.
"Oh, not good, not good..." thinks to himself, in the hurry, I didn't think bout secret doors...must remember that, this is undermount!
Knowledge:Dungeoneering to Identify troll: 1d20=20+10=30 oh so nice...(it is dungeoneering for trolls right?)
Cenciach grins. "It's almost here, just try to hold off the troll--it's about to get a taste of acid!"
"How we get troll in cube? Troll big..."
Lumbering forward, the troll lunges towards Saamasal, rearing up and preparing to rip him to shreds with his talons.
In Goblinoid..
"Friend troll, up there, lot's of tasty humans, we be scrawny escaped prisoners...eat them...not us...as gift, you eat these dead ones!"
Raw Diplomacy:
1d20=19
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Milaniel's smile is unsettlingly wide. "Oh, this one is mine," she hisses.
"So, you wish to fight? So be it." Saamasal dodges down low and slices at the troll's legs.
Grakl reaches the corridor in time to see the gelatinous cube swallow up the fighter’s corpse plus the bow, still lying on the floor where the rogue dropped it. The wizard’s corpse is still suspended in mid air, although is being rapidly dissolved by the disgusting cube, his clothes, backpack and flesh rotting away before your eyes. Back in the entrance chamber, the troll easily dodges Saamasal’s attack as Milaniel moves to surround your party’s newest opponent. Tearing his gaze from the platform suspended high above you, Yhum Yhum finally grasps the situation and is now free to act.
You can see the faces of a number of people peering down over the edge of the platform at the fight erupting below them, relaying what they can see to people who remain out of sight. The ooze is progressing at a slow but steady rate (covering around fifteen feet per round).
The scrawny hobgoblin scampers up to the troll and strikes.
Attack with mace :1d20+11=31, natural 20!
Critical roll :1d20+11=12, drat!
1d8+2=3
"NO!!!!, nononononooo...what to do, what to do....bow gone...book gone, troll here, humans there..." Grakl stops short...then doubles back away from the cube, "kill cube get stuff..."
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The scrawny hobgoblin scampers up to the troll and strikes.
Attack with mace :1d20+11=31, natural 20!
Critical roll :1d20+11=12, drat!
1d8+2=3
The scrawny hobgoblin scampers up to the troll and strikes.
Attack with mace :1d20+11=31, natural 20!
Critical roll :1d20+11=12, drat!
1d8+2=3