Kneeling over the fallen spider Kol attempts to salvage any of the javelins he used to fell it. Glancing up at Lycia he grumbles, "Foul beast isn't it?. I am quite fortunate to have such a formidable warrior by my side", bellowing a hearty laugh at Lycia's obvious distress.
Walking back to retrieve his sword he smiles kindly at Lycia, "Worry not. For you stand behind my sword and not at its tip."
Turning to Delphey, "Shall we continue then little one?"
Lycia smiles sheepishly, and straightens her posture in an effort to salvage her dignity. "There does not seem to be a staircase; at least, none I can discern." She looks at the smooth outer walls ruefully. "I wonder if we might have to climb."
Delphey carefully scans the room for anything we have missed.
Delphey carefully scans the room for anything we have missed.
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Lycia joins Delphey in the search, hoping another set of eyes can assist her.
Kol retrieves both of his javelins, bloodied by the spider's green ichor.
Lycia finds no sign of a staircase from where she can see. There is much of the lower level that no one can investigate.
With Lycia's help, Delphey spots a large cocooned bundle hanging in a corner of the ceiling. With some effort, it is cut down. Inside is a mummified dog. On its neck is a collar with a silver tag that inscribed with the name "Kita".
With Lycia's help, Delphey spots a large cocooned bundle hanging in a corner of the ceiling. With some effort, it is cut down. Inside is a mummified dog. On its neck is a collar with a silver tag that inscribed with the name "Kita".
Lycia kneels, regarding the shriveled husk with a mixture of pity and revulsion. She gently brushes the tag with a finger. "I wonder if this dog once ran with the ferals outside." She reaches down and unclasps the collar, raising it to eye-level.
Lycia finds no sign of a staircase from where she can see. There is much of the lower level that no one can investigate.
"Does anybody have a grappling hook? I imagine that the only feasible way up would be by rope."
Lycia finds no sign of a staircase from where she can see. There is much of the lower level that no one can investigate.
"Does anybody have a grappling hook? I imagine that the only feasible way up would be by rope."
Delphi scans the tower looking for the best route to climb. "Maybe I should go first and see what there is to see." Delphi attempts to carefully scale the ruined wall.
Delphi scans the tower looking for the best route to climb. "Maybe I should go first and see what there is to see." Delphi attempts to carefully scale the ruined wall.1d20+6
"That is a fine idea, but use care! We do not know what creatures may lurk above!" Lycia reloads her crossbow and readies it, keeping an eye on Delphey.
Delphi scans the tower looking for the best route to climb. "Maybe I should go first and see what there is to see." Delphi attempts to carefully scale the ruined wall.
"Be careful little one. I will follow shortly behind."
Delphey nimbly scales the ruined masonry up to the floor above. Despite his big stature, Kol also climbs up easily, a gift of his barbarian background.
The young adventurers find themselves in what was a large chamber. Half the floor has fallen away. To the northeast and southeast are wide wooden doors. No sounds can be heard behind either door.
Delphey nimbly scales the ruined masonry up to the floor above. Despite his big stature, Kol also climbs up easily, a gift of his barbarian background.
Lycia watches as the two ascend. After they safely reach the second floor, she calls out: "I am coming up, now!" Stowing her crossbow, she gingerly tests the crumbling masonry for adequate handholds. The last thing I need is to fall to my death. I hope that luck outshines my lack of skill . . .
Kol offers his hand to Lycia as she finishes scaling the wall.
Scratching his chin whilst glancing back and forth between the two doors Kol whispers to Delphey and Lycia, "Which shall it be then?"
Kol also examines the overall room.
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Lycia makes it up the wall safely.
Kol offers his hand to Lycia as she finishes scaling the wall.
"Thank you," she whispers, smiling, as she takes his hand and pulls herself up. She brushes grit off her knees, surveys her surroundings, and frowns in contemplation.
Kol also examines the overall room.
Besides the precarious nature of the place, nothing in particular stands out.
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The ancient wooden doors have undergone some recent repairs. They fit their door frames snugly.
Scratching his chin whilst glancing back and forth between the two doors Kol whispers to Delphey and Lycia, "Which shall it be then?"
"If we were certain there was no danger, I would suggest we each take a door. As our knowledge is limited, however, I feel we should remain together. From the state of the lower floor, I propose that the floor beyond the northward door may yet be intact, while the southward may have collapsed."
The ancient wooden doors have undergone some recent repairs. They fit their door frames snugly.
"These doors have been repaired recently. Either our missing Pathfinder made these repairs (which I doubt), or some other intelligent creature did."
Producing a fragment of cured leather from her component pouch, she touches it to her brow, chanting a few arcane words.
"If we were certain there was no danger, I would suggest we each take a door. As our knowledge is limited, however, I feel we should remain together. From the state of the lower floor, I propose that the floor beyond the northward door may yet be intact, while the southward may have collapsed."
Kol nods, his face now wearing a stern determined look.
Clutching his great sword tightly he murmurs, "Right then. North.", as he walks in front of the northern door.
Kol nods, his face now wearing a stern determined look.
Clutching his great sword tightly he murmurs, "Right then. North.", as he walks in front of the northern door.
Lycia nods in return, crossbow at the ready. She glances at Delphey, raises her eyebrows, and mouths words at her.
Delphey nods to Lycia, and begins to inspect the room, paying careful attention to door and the area in front of it.
Judging from the shelves lining the walls, this darkened room might once have been a storeroom, though its contents have long since succumbed to the passage of time. A crack in the northern wall has apparently let in some rainwater, which has collected in a large puddle on the floor.
A tiny creature looks at you curiously from across the room ...
A tiny creature looks at you curiously from across the room ...
Still keeping her crossbow readied, Lycia examines the lizard, wondering if she's heard of a creature such as this.
Kol looks at the tiny lizard,"I am unfamiliar with this creature, though it does not look so menacing."
Scratching his head he reminds himself that only a fool disregards the slightest of threats.
Lycia recognizes the small beast as a shocker lizard. As its name suggests, it can deliver an electrical shock to another creature in its immediate vicinity. It is a tamable animal and has been known to serve as pets.
The inner door has also been repaired. It seems well used.
Lycia recognizes the small beast as a shocker lizard. As its name suggests, it can deliver an electrical shock to another creature in its immediate vicinity. It is a tamable animal and has been known to serve as pets.
"This creature is what is known as a shocker lizard. They have a strange ability to produce electricity, generally to shock nearby creatures that frighten it. They can be domesticated, but I do not want to take a risk. I think we should either leave it be, or subdue it from afar."
She pauses, then smirks. "And do try to avoid the water."
Tail wagging and mouth open, the lizard scampers towards the party.
Tail wagging and mouth open, the lizard scampers towards the party.
Lycia freezes. "Try not to make any sudden moves." She makes a rapid clicking sound with her tongue, slowly extending a hand toward the creature, palm upturned.
Keeping as still as possible Delphey tucks her sling into her belt and pulls a dagger, dancing it across her nimble fingers a into a 'reverse' grip. Shifting her weight back, she waits for a moment.
Then looking straight ahead she speaks softly and calm.
"Kol, why don't you slice that things head off before it gets to close."
"Kol, why don't you slice that things head off before it gets to close."
"Please, try to avoid slicing me in the process. Is it possible to wield your sword in a nonchalant manner?" Lycia hopes her voice is as calm as Delphey's, and that she doesn't get a first-hand experience of the shocker lizard's namesake.
"Kol, why don't you slice that things head off before it gets to close.""Please, try to avoid slicing me in the process. Is it possible to wield your sword in a nonchalant manner?" Lycia hopes her voice is as calm as Delphey's, and that she doesn't get a first-hand experience of the shocker lizard's namesake.
"Are you certain you cannot tame it?" Kol says. Readying his sword he waits for a decision as the tiny lizard almost reaches them.
"Are you certain you cannot tame it?" Kol says. Readying his sword he waits for a decision as the tiny lizard almost reaches them.
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Lycia shakes her head, pondering. "No, I am not sure. I do not want to hurt this creature . . . ." She nods, her expression grim. "Very well. Let it come to me. We shall see if it wishes to befriend us or repel us."
Sensing something not right with the strangers, the lizard releases an electrical discharge at Lycia !
The lizard races back to the corner it came from.
Lycia inhales sharply as the creature suddenly crackles with electrical energy. She flinches, lurching backward.
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Gods, that hurt! Lycia grits her teeth as she pulls back enough to escape the full brunt of the shock. Nerves still tingling from residual electricity, she utters a short, hoarse laugh. "I deem this creature to be of the 'unfriendly' variety!"
Lycia slowly sways her hand in a sideways figure-eight, chanting in the lilting sing-song of a lullaby.
Kol swings his sword hard as the Lizard tries to scurry across the room.
Delphey swings out with her dagger.
Lycia slowly sways her hand in a sideways figure-eight, chanting in the lilting sing-song of a lullaby.
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