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I smile as the bard peers intently at a stain on the wall opposite the door, proclaiming he has found the entrance.
Over here. I whisper, tapping him on the shoulder.
I open the door cautiously, stepping inside, with my crossbow loaded in one hand and the torch in the other.
Inside the dank room the torchlight reveals a chest, within it you find 876 sp and 46 gp as well as a strange clear liquid in a twisted slender flask etched with images of elven maidens.
After claiming the treasure you continue on your journey, spurred on by an echoed fragment of speech in common as you are reminded of your pursuers.
After passing through two more junctions with easily nticeabe sword markings you find the passage ahead of you blocked with flotsam and driftwood.
I look at the blockage.
"Well I made a living hackin' through wood, I spose this is no different..." I heft my axe and begin to cut into the detritus blocking our way.
Wat begins to remove the blockage, put its slow work alone. Behind you hear voices anf occasionally footsteps. growing louder in the gloom beyond you little pool of light.
I quickly cast dancing lights and send it - as a ghostly image - down the passageway, to the next junction and then down the path we didn't take. I hope they'll follow it and not us.
Wat, move as silently as you can. I whisper.
If there's any other torches, I extinguish them.
Ignatio and Wat manage to create a hole big enough to crawl through at the top of the blockage.
Just as they finish however, three goblins appear at the intersection staring after the ghostly image, they are clearly not pay attention, the creature bear on torch.
'Why dya hav that Skriggit? Whitechin'll kill ya giving way our posi-, our psich- our where we are!'
'Buh, if we find any babies. we can burn em,' the torch-bearing goblin exclaims, clearly proud of its own genius.
Let's not get into any fights we can avoid. Let's just get out of here. My lights won't confuse them for too long. I whisper to my companions.
I change the dancing lights from the vaguely humanoid figure to the four glowing will-o'-wisps and make them dance, in an effort to confuse and entrance the stupid creatures, buying us time.
I start motioning to the others to move through the hole, and I look for something with which to block it - even superficially - after I go through.
I pull myself and then Chompsky through the narrow hole, whispering soothingly to the dog to calm him in the presence of the goblins.
You clamber through the hole in silence, avoiding the goblins' attention and quickly scurry into the darkness, relighting your torch to find your way.
You pass more intersections, though some of them are obscured, you find the only faded sword readily enough.
After an interminable amount of time in the sewers, you find yourselves approaching an intersection from which you hear a strange scraping noise, and the clattering of bones.
I draw a flask of Alchemist's fire from my bag, extinguish my torch, and sneak around the corner to get a better look at the source of the noise.
1d20 + 2
Aroundthe corner you see human figures ambling in the shadows, they see you and lurch forwards, revealing itself as a skeleton.
I take the first round to feed Chompsky a potion and take one myself.
You get
Chompsky gets:
We can say you did it after the first battle. You can take your first round actions normally.
I take a five foot step into the water, waiting until the zombies move a little closer so I can throw my Alchemist's fire at them
I heft my axe again, and step forward to swing at the first undead horror, while Chompsky launches across the filthy stream towards the skeleton there.
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Round 1
Ignatio rounds the corner, raising his hands in arcane gestures, and mumbling a soothing chant, small golden runes appear and begin to spin about his rest, when suddenly they dissapate without warning, for he can find no true minds bring his magic to bear upon.
The skeleton's creak forward, two reaching the bard and lashing out with rusty swords. Ignatio feels a bite on his thigh as on of the implements gouges him.
The zombie too stubles forward almost reaching Ignatio.
Having readied herself, Euphemi throws her alchemist's fire at the zombie. It hits and lights the gloom in a mighty burst. Also scoching the adjacent skeleton.
Finally Wat move forward and buries his axe in the head of the zombie, pulling loose with a trail of deterioted matter. Chompsky follows suit biting into the femur of on of the skeletons. However the hard bone seems to resist his blow.
I strike again at the head of the zombie. Chompsky makes a lunge for the skeleton's legs and tries to topple it over.
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I grin as the zombies burst into flame. I jump into the water, run down through the filthy mess, draw my crossbow and aim at the zombie still shambling towards us.
Round 2
Ignatio lunges forward at the skeleton who attacked him, and his blade drives through it's skull, expoiting a crack and breaking it open. The rest of the bones clatter to the ground in a heap.
The skeleton beside him attacks him slicing him once more, whil ethe other skeleton stalks up to the broken one's place but his attack swing wide.
Euphemi readies and aims her crossbow, getting a +4 bonus to hit on her target next turn.
Chompsky trips the skeleton he failed to damage, and Wat brings his axe down on it, destroying it's binding magicks with the power of his blow.
I let loose a bolt at the skeleton
I take my axe in both hands to swing a mighty blow at the shambling undead.
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Round 3
Ignatio steps back and drinks his magical healing potion.
The skeleton attacks Wat, but fails to hit.
Euphemi and Wat both miss the undead as Chompsky growls ferociously at it.
I reload and shoot him again, hoping the bolt finds some way of damaging him.
I smash my axe at the skeleton's dusty ribcage. Chompsky tries to trip this undead horror.
Though both Euphemi's and Igantio's attacks clink of the skeleton;s bare bones, Wat's blow sunders the creature, and old bone and dust settle to the sewer floor.
I holster my crossbow, trying not to think of what might have been had these men not accompanied me through the sewers. I reignite my torch and look around for the next sword symbol that might lead us out of these accused sewers.
You continue through the passages, eventually arriving at a sealed floodgate. In the room beyond you see a ladder leading up, with an accompanying sword emblem. The sound of feet running and armor clanking sounds from behind you and you hear a shout, muffled by turns, but near.
There is a donkeywheel on a dry platform in the chamber.
I look around for a mechanism or any sort of indication of how to open the floodgate
Looking at my two companions, I sigh and get behind one of the spars on the donkey wheel.
"...'spose it's down to me..." I mutter as I heave against the mechanism.
Looking at my two companions, I sigh and get behind one of the spars on the donkey wheel.
"...'spose it's down to me..." I mutter as I heave against the mechanism.
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The gate begins to rise slowly. The sounds of pursuit behind grow louder.
"Well, maybe a wee bit o' help could be useful?" I grunt.
The gate grinds to a height of three feet, then jams shut. As it does so, water ducts open on the walls and begins flooding the chamber.
I roll under the gate, and make a run for the ladder. If there's one thing I don't want, it's to be caught in the sewers with the Hellknights.
I grab Chompsky by the collar and scuttle under the gate, dragging the hound with me.
You hear clanging armor and running now, as the water reaches the three foot mark just after Euphemi gets past.
Wat pushes under the gate with Chompsky and the water is 5 foot high by the time Ignatio reaches the gate.