Ready action to throw dagger at the orc if he leaves melee
Attack
Damage
Wolf-Sark roars in battle-lust.
on my turn
Falchion
Damage
With every last bit of energy, Dresiro brings his sword around in an arc down on the orc leader.
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Osric moves forward, swinging wide with his falchion though the orc manages to bat the blade away with his own sword, narrowing his eyes at the half-blood.
The distraction of the attack is enough to let Dresiro bring up his own sword in his shaky hands, cutting the leader across his chest and splitting him open. The orc drops to the ground, though with his strength waning Dresiro collapses with him.
Flash moves to the fallen elf and tries to stop the bleeding.
"Hah! Well done, elf! You have earned the right to fight again with your valor."
Wolf-Sark lays his hands on Dresiro and pours the last of his healing energy into him.
Flash gets up from the floor after seeing his efforts rewarded, and looks around the hall. He says to the group "Let me have a look at the throne for a moment."
"There are many rats infesting this hole. I begin to wonder why."
~Osric will slowly walk to AI31 to look through the door~
Wolf-Sark checks the bodies of the dead beastmen (and women) for loot, also checking for magical auras.
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Looking over the room for any signs of magic, the room itself seems to be empty. However, the two casters who search around would notice that there are hints of a very powerful magical aura that appears to be leaking in from around the edges of the door in the middle of the northern wall(AI31).
Gear on the corpses:
Banded mail
Greataxe x2
Chain mail
Heavy shield
Masterwork longsword
Falchion
Hide armor
Studded leather
"Thank you Wolf-Sark, I am glad my valor pleases you. I am still injured and am going to stay farther back till I can recover more."
Flash after concentrating for a moment sees Osric heading towards the door and says to him:Hold warrior, that door has some magical auras around it appearing to come from the other side. I would advise you to wait at least until we are ready to proceed!"
"I hate cowardice, but you should all know that I can heal no more today. So if you fight, be ready to greet Death with glad arms!"
Wolf-Sark examines the banded mail. "I could use some better armor, but I've already taken my share of loot for today." He pats the fine (albeit dingy) longsword he took from the other room. "Grab whatever strikes your eye, comrades!"
"I would like this longsword and shield if no one objects. I shall brave the front line, hopefully this makes me harder to hit." Wolf-Sark's words strike courage into the heart of Dresiro.
"Osric, it looks like you have first right to this fine armor, if you like," Wolf-Sark indicates the banded mail. "And someone else can take the chain mail."
"Heavy magic behind this door? Must be awfully important." Rurik kneels down next to the door and inspects if for any sign of traps, arcane or mechanical.
As Rurik examines the door, he says"Are we pressing onwards then?"
Dresiro straps his curve blade to his back then picks up his newly acquired sword and shield, "This will have to do. Shall we men?"
Seeing nothing he needs really, Karth recovers what arrows he can and readies for the next room "Yes, I say we go forward. I also say we bundle this and take what we are not keeping back to the other room with the rest." He says as he readies to move on
If we can wait for two minutes, and if no one else minds, Wolf-Sark will put on the chainmail armor (with some help from his friends). After that, we'll open the door to the magic aura.
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The door opens into a short hallway that ends at a tattered black curtain half covering an archway. Looking past the curtain the walls of this oddly-shaped temple are partially covered in tattered red and black curtains. The vaulted ceiling above is painted black. Spattered bloodstains cover the floor, particularly around the plain stone altar resting in front of the deep eastern recess. The place stinks of murder and pain, as well as the musk of some angry beast.
As each of you enter the room you feel an odd sense of anger wash over you. Its not overwhelming, so much as enticing, something that feels like it could be controlled and focused.
Knowledge(Religion) DC 16
Osric will take time and cleans the Banded mail.
"Should we hold up here for a time and eat and recover a bit, then press on? My blade has yet to be fed so pressing on does sound good."
As Dresiro moves into the room, he recognizes the crude altar and warns his friends of the lingering feeling. "This altar is dedicated to the beast god. Do not succumb to the hatred that beckons us, it will only taint your soul."
"You want to sleep in the temple of a dark god? I thought you had more sense that that. Still, there could be good loot in here, if we were willing to commit sacrilege."
Flash chimes in "Well what did we come for, but if not to loot and pillage these temples and other such chambers? Still, I would not want to lay in this place, and perhaps wake up strapped to the altar."
"Let's loot this place quickly, and then begone. I'll start by smashing this foul altar."
Wolf-Sark grabs a piece of furniture and tries to bash the altar into pieces with it.
Str check:
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The altar proves to be surprisingly resistant, but taking some time you are able to bash it apart, cracking the stone and toppling it to the floor. Behind where the altar stood, you can see faded images on the wall of some sort of fey creatures and animals in a woodland scene. It looks like it runs up behind the curtains that surround the room.
"Aye, loot and leave. I have no interest in laying in such a chamber"
Know nature
Know,dungeenring
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Its hard to make out much of the scene, but Karth doesn't recognize a lot of the plants in the images. It seems likely that either the plants are purely the result of the artists imagination or are otherworldly.
Knowledge Planar DC:14
Osric hangs to the back of the room ever watchful of some new menace and at the same time seems almost fearful to touch the now despoiled alter.
Flash murmers to himself "Well, I wonder if the destruction of the altar has affected the magical aura in this room." He holds up his hand and points at the broken altar, concentrating for a moment...
Flash realizes the enchantment is probably causing the feelings of rage he felt when he first entered the room. Since there is still an enchantment in the room, he doesn't feel comfortable resting here.
"There are still lingering auras in this room. I'd advise finding another place to recuperate."
"Aye, let's go back to the inn to rest. Maybe we can sell some of the swords and other weapons we picked up."
"No, going to the inn and back would take too much time. I say we just sleep in one of the storerooms."
I agree, Rurik. One of the other rooms should be safe enough, if not altogether comfortable.