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Canvy pulls up the rope after Crommard has inspected the chamber, he then undoes the rope returning bedrolls etc to the people who contributed.
Canvy wipes away the strands of web attached to his body and clothing, checks his falchion is ready for action, running his grubby gray thumb across the blade. He nods to himself satisfied at it's ability to inflict damage. He talks to Edrukk, "Hmm, my friend, this has shown we have not managed to collectively bring the right equipment for such an adventure. I think it right we start to inventory the resources we have available and then get back to the mining camp and augment our gear to try and cover such emergencies. We can still go forward a bit but, we don't posses the equipment to allow us to try alternative options if we need to. I was always quite good at this when I was in the Watch, but somehow it is all so much more difficult to remember these days, I must be out of practice."
"Anyway, you my friend, are lucky to have survived such an ordeal intact and been able to come out unscathed. Let us continue a little before we take stock, our comrades seem keen to go on."
Canvy follows Broccan and Sanstree, just a little behind them both as they continue on. He looks and listens intently for signs of activity as his mind wanders thinking of the sort of items thay should bring with them the next time they go back to the mining post.
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He talks to Edrukk, "Anyway, you my friend, are lucky to have survived such an ordeal intact and been able to come out unscathed. Let us continue a little before we take stock, our comrades seem keen to go on."
"I dinnae escape unscathed. I 'ad t' call 'n Gorum's blessin' t' 'eal m'self a bit. Be sure I 'ave more fer th' comin' battle."
He grins, "There always be a comin' battle."
Edrukk: Crommard says that the skeleton wasn't animated. Possibly some magic made it speak, but it said nothing more. He was more interested in the painted eye and the unusual shape of the room. Possibly this room was dedicated to the local Orcish divinity Gruumsh, who is portrayed as a one-eyed warrior.
Exploring the west passage, you enter a room which has ten stone statues of orcish warriors. The corridor has a lot of orcish scrawls, which Crommard interprets as popular slogans like "Death to elves" or "Might makes right".
The statues are crudely fashioned and writings on the wall informs the reader that these are orcish champions who survived the assault on Jawarl Avignon, and that each of then slew a minimum of 50 elves.
The passage continues south.
"What is this room supposed to be?", Tiana asks Crommard, then starts examining the statues carefully, while looking for anything unusual about them.
"I ad not eard o orcish artisians afor this!"
knowledge nature
on the type(s) of stone
"I had not thought o bringin a rope inna here!"
There is nothing remarkable about the statues. The stone is local limestone and according to the erosion pattern they are at least several decades old.
Tiana finds something else interesting, a slender dagger of elven manufacture wedged between one of the statues and the wall.
(Broccan peers ahead, down the south passage, looking for any possible threats in that direction.)
Perception:
Tiana pulls the dagger out, and examines it carefully. "What would this weapon do here, in such a place? Can someone of you check if this is magical?"
Tiana pulls the dagger out, and examines it carefully. "What would this weapon do here, in such a place? Can someone of you check if this is magical?"
"Aye, lass. Let's be fer 'avin' a look 'ere."
He casts Detect Magic and studies the weapon.
The weapon has a moderate magic aura, but Edrukk can't tell what kind.
"does tha dagger ave anny thing writ on it or any symbols tha might be recognized?"
"Iffen nyah could find a coil o rope lyin round....."
"Aye, 'at's got some good magic t' 't, but I'm not knowin' what sort 't might be. I c'n study it more later, if'n ye wish."
With that, he hands it back to the girl, hilt-first.
"'Sa right-fancy pigstick'r y'foun'there, lass. Shou' do nicely inna bad scrape. Less press on then, there's more o' this place t'see."
(Broccan moves towards the south passage, glancing back to see if anyone follows.)
"Canvy Ima thinkin we ave found a sure way to handle findin pits an such itsa called dwarven stonecunning, aye tha bearded folk know mora stone an any others, iffen thars any who doubt it lettem take a tumble downa pit fer themselves!"
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Turning back to Sanstree, Canvy smiles "I'm not so sure Edrukk sees it quite that way, he didn't appear to bounce too well last time and it made him a bit grouchy too. After several 'finds' he might not be in such a happy mood....Ha Ha Ha" as his laughter trails off. "Hey Broccan, we must remember not to do the bouncing trick now, with Edrukk behind us and no rope, we're favorites." Canvy's eyes sparkling blue with the excitement of being in a group of armed men on a mission, just like the old days.
Perception down the south corridor
As Broccan blunders down the south corridor, he sets off a tripwire that releases a bolt from a small ballista hidden behind a tapestry. He is struck squarely in the belly for 14 points of damage.
The tapestry shows a gigantic one-eyed orc in battle, spear raised over his head while he tramples elves underfoot.
On the walls left and right are hung 10 elf skeletons.
There are no visible exits.
Edrukk stares hard at Sanstree for a moment before turning away at his comment... but you can tell that the scowl turns into a chuckle just a little too soon to pull off the bluff.
(Broccan staggers back from the force of the impact, but remains on his feet. He grits his teeth, and squeezes his eyes shut. He mutters under his breath.)
"Tha'was stupid, Broccan, stupid! Yer no rogue, yer barely a warry'r, an yer gonna get yer'self an' yer friends kill'd if ye'don'stop bein'an idiot...".
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Canvy watches wide eyed as suddenly Broccan staggers back. He immediately takes a defensive stance, his falcion's point resting on the floor, his legs bent crouching, ready to move or pounce on any movement. His eyes squint, small pin pricks of blue shine, making the most of the light available, looking, searching for any enemy that might be hiding nearby. "Broccan, you alright lad? what happened?"
He sees a tapestry quiver with the force of the shot and goes over to inspect it. He looks behind the tapestry, a crossbow, just fired and attached to a trip wire. "I see you found it this time Broccan, so that's the trick, you act like a pin cushion for the traps, Edrukk the bounces, I hate to think what my trick will be. Best look where you tread next time, you just set off this trip wire and hey presto you were standing in the way of a bolt."
He returns to Broccan, putting his arm around his shoulder to support Broccan in his pain. "Looks nasty soldier, best see if Erine can help with that wand she's looking after. But we'd best be careful round that goat, last time it gave me a nasty nip, your not in fit state for a nip." He smiles at the last joke and arm round Broccan, gently moves him in Erine's direction, looking out for the goat.
"Broccan, this ones not as bad as the greataxe yah took to tha chest"
"This is suren tah take moran one try o' the wand."
"Canvy a nip is jus what hes a needin a bit o whiskey annhe would not even feel tha bolt"
Tiana will take the leading position, looking for traps on the only way deeper in.
Returning to the main corridor you turn the corner and discover that the corridor goes on for quite a bit. There are old and moldy tapestries hanging on both sides, and a smaller corridor opens up into a room, which seems to have some straw on the floor.
(Broccan looks around for anything usual, but does not enter the room until Tiana checks it first. He holds his javelin, ready to throw.)
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"Straw onne'floor? A lvin' space p'raps?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes." Erine pulls out the wand and examines it carefully. "I see." Then she jabs Broccan in the wound with it.
"There. Need another?"
"Aye Erine hes tah need at least 2 more tah be healed up."
"Aye Erine hes tah need at least 2 more tah be healed up."
Erine rolls her eyes. "Alright, then." She pokes Broccan twice more.
"Will that do? I'm trying to think."
"Aye hes healed fer sure!"
"Erine it seems like yer not wantin tha burden o healin witha wand.
Would that yerself would prefer Me tah carry it? an poke them whose needin poked?"
"Aye hes healed fer sure!"
"Erine it seems like yer not wantin tha burden o healin witha wand.
Would that yerself would prefer Me tah carry it? an poke them whose needin poked?"
Erine considers this. "Utna kralik tvin," she says reluctantly. "No, it doesn't make any sense for you to carry it. If I can't help you lot in the mercenary part, at least I can keep you in that state." She pockets the wand. Goat seems displeased at this, but she turns to him sternly. "Tuv natsi utna. Sutik, kra'ang the kralikis unt, concenang Colthreymun. Kra'ang ins a plus."
Second part: "Essence is not. After looking the tottering one, concerning winter. Into looking, and others."
"Tah each his o' burden in accordance and proportion tah his strength"
"Ima fer sayin my burden is inexperience, an I rely onna experience o others. Broccan's learnin not tah be searchin fer traps....."
"That I have, boy-o. Iff I'm gonna go courtin' death, I'd much rather do it fightin', not bein' a damn fool."
(He looks to Erine, giving her a small bow of respect.)
"My thanks t'ye, wee-lass for treat'n m'wound. T'seems I'll live a'least a bit longer."
There are two ways to go now. Do you want to continue down the corridor or explore the straw-filled room?
Edrukk has returned to his original position of guarding the rear of the party, but he's following relatively close at the moment.
"We need t' be sure th' room at least dinnae 'arbor an foe, but it might be a suitable camp later if'n we know it 'olds no surprises..."
"Erine look at this room nother onne beggin tah have a fire taken tah cleanse it out!"
"Ima fer thinkin tha these guys are likely tah roll inna hay naked jus tah see what might be there!"
Edrukk growls, "I'm o' th' mind 'at it be time fer ye t' do more 'an shine yer cudgel 'n talk, lad. Mayhap Canvy 'n I should be throwin' yer chatty self int' th' room t' check fer traps 'n save Tiana th' time."
"Mah concerns are fer all yer persons, figurin tah be tha most annoyin target inna dungeon might save yerself when an enemy is figurin who tah attack"
Edrukk growls, "I'm o' th' mind 'at it be time fer ye t' do more 'an shine yer cudgel 'n talk, lad. Mayhap Canvy 'n I should be throwin' yer chatty self int' th' room t' check fer traps 'n save Tiana th' time."
Tiana nods, then adds, with a smile to Edrukk: "I didn't really understand what you just said, but I agree with the main point."
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At Edrukk's suggestion, Canvy makes a playful grab at Sanstree, "Oh yes, that's the ticket, make use o' the little chatterbox. Ready to search 'r yer!! hee hee hee!" He puts his finger to his mouth in the signs that says silence. "OK, enough fun, let's take a look inside."
Canvy enters the room with the straw in, looking around at what might be there. His falchion is held out in front of him, his armor creaks and groans as moves forward, slowly and deliberately. He looks around, he prods the straw floor in front of him checking for holes in the straw lain floor, before moving forward and repeating the process.
After Tiana checks the corridor for traps, Canvy enters the room and is promptly hit by a barrage of clashing colors. Make a Will 14 save, please.
You all hear a shrill male voice screaming in Common: "Get out! Now! All of you! Or I'll turn you all into frogs!"
You can roll for initiatives if you like. I'll get the map updated.
(Broccan prepares to throw his javelin.)
Initiave:
"Show Yerself, coward!"
Initiative
Initiative
"Canvy did yah see a caster?"
Canvy drops unconscious in a heap. The shrill voice continues: "Pick up your friend and be gone or you'll be having flies for breakfast, all of you." Then he starts casting a spell, but he goes on 9, so some of you will get to act before he does.