"Perhaps one of us should see what is going down there before we go charging in and they realize they have company?"Necey says giving a subtle nod toward Golver.
"Yeah sure, maybe they are saying a little chant before dinner down there.." The dragonborn would grumble a bit as his stomach rumbles. The dragonborn would hold his lantern far out in front of him with his sword held ready to strike as he pushed his way down into the dark. The whole time continuing to complain about being hungry and crawling around in a smelly dirty hole.
Golver moves forward into tje next circular room set up unlike the one above. There is only alcoves in this room and everything is covered with a thick layer of dust. The dragonborn does however begin to smell something faint ahead coming from the next lower level. He also can hear the chanting has not stopped but gotten louder.
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The smell is a mixed of damp, decay, and some sort of insense. The chanting is in Abyssal. It sounds darkly ominous and there are six distinct voices in chorus of the chant. There's flickering of flames ahead of Golver on the third level down into the earthen mound.
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"Yeah, this is definitally not food... I am a Shimmerclaw dang it... I shouldn't be getting all dirty in this dang hole while slowly starving to death!" He would grumble as he snaps his fingers to make the smell of fresh baked cookies fill his nostrils. Although not happy about the situation, Golver would still push to make sure he was in front of the group and between his companions and potential threats.
"Six voices, we need to have a plan! If we can group them a little I can probably hit several with a blast of thunder, I can do it twice after that I'm pretty much down to telling them I don't like them very much. I don't want to be overly negative but a group of people chanting in a crypt underground aren't going to open a case of their finest wine and invite us for a drink, so let's be ready for the worst." The little gnome starts to pace about in anticipation, or possibly anxiety as Golver takes the lead.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Perception 11 (passive 16)
Perception 20
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Kat, Necey, and Caerlan can hear a faint chanting coming from further down in the barrow. Golver hears nothing.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Kat grins at the others. "I think there's someone down there! Let's go find out!"
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"Perhaps one of us should see what is going down there before we go charging in and they realize they have company?" Necey says giving a subtle nod toward Golver.
"Yeah sure, maybe they are saying a little chant before dinner down there.." The dragonborn would grumble a bit as his stomach rumbles. The dragonborn would hold his lantern far out in front of him with his sword held ready to strike as he pushed his way down into the dark. The whole time continuing to complain about being hungry and crawling around in a smelly dirty hole.
Golver moves forward into tje next circular room set up unlike the one above. There is only alcoves in this room and everything is covered with a thick layer of dust. The dragonborn does however begin to smell something faint ahead coming from the next lower level. He also can hear the chanting has not stopped but gotten louder.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Kat darts in behind him, looking around with a raised eyebrow. "This is weeeeird. What's the smell?"
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Perception checks.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Perception: 15
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"It sure doesn't smell like delicious food" Golver would grumble
perception 18
Perception 20
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
The smell is a mixed of damp, decay, and some sort of insense. The chanting is in Abyssal. It sounds darkly ominous and there are six distinct voices in chorus of the chant. There's flickering of flames ahead of Golver on the third level down into the earthen mound.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Kat grins. "C'mon, let's go say hi!" She slips down the tunnel.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"Yeah, this is definitally not food... I am a Shimmerclaw dang it... I shouldn't be getting all dirty in this dang hole while slowly starving to death!" He would grumble as he snaps his fingers to make the smell of fresh baked cookies fill his nostrils. Although not happy about the situation, Golver would still push to make sure he was in front of the group and between his companions and potential threats.
"Six voices, we need to have a plan! If we can group them a little I can probably hit several with a blast of thunder, I can do it twice after that I'm pretty much down to telling them I don't like them very much. I don't want to be overly negative but a group of people chanting in a crypt underground aren't going to open a case of their finest wine and invite us for a drink, so let's be ready for the worst." The little gnome starts to pace about in anticipation, or possibly anxiety as Golver takes the lead.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales