Balar's Tales from the Yawning Portal - Campaign

Thistle face palms and groans at this mad rush to attack furniture. A shrug and he wades in with his short sword attack: 25 damage: 13

"Die foul...table?"  Rivon is confused, but shoots anyway.

Attack: 15 Non-magical Piercing Damage: 28

He then dives for some cover to hide...from a table.

Stealth: 16

Rivon quietly sneaks over to the rest of the group after they've gone to the next door. thistle says the group should close the door and think about what they will do. Three attacks the table, wondering why it's moving towards her, instead of away. She brandishes her new shiny sword and swings at the table, taking a chunk out of the edge of the table.

Durlan swings at the table with his glaive, but as he's trying to fight behind Three and hit the table the glaive glances off of one of the legs of the table.

Thistle plants his face into his palm and lets out a groan after everyone seems to be ignoring his advice. He then shrugs it off and stabs at the table, walking between Three's leg to do so, and chops off one of the corners.

Rivon, creeps out of the shadows and fires at the table, somehow banking the shot off of one of the hearths that still had a bit of glowing tinders catching the arrow on fire, which then hits the table causing it to explode into burning pieces.

Alas, the table is no more, and Taman is standing there wondering why he didn't get a chance to hit the moving table.

(Everyone gets 113 XP for turning a table into a bunch of toothpicks.)

Three lets out a long, drawn out sigh of relief as the blade gets rested on a shoulder. "Now that hit the spot... Kind of. Need something bigger and with more meat on it, but compared to a grandpa skull face that don't know how to die, its close enough for now." She comments on, before her gaze ultimately wanders over the rest of the room. Then, if only for the sake of half-pretending to be thorough, Three takes a look in the pantry's rotted food stuff, and any kitchenry for things of interest.

Perception: 3.

Thistle also checks out the room Perception: 4 Investigation: 15

Three with a satisfied grin puts her sword on her shoulder. three and Thistle look around the Kitchen and Pantry for anything of interest. You don't find anything of much interest, some old, rusty iron pots, pans, cutlery, and cooking utensils. None of which look to be worth much.

"Well, that's takes care of all that. Back to the main chamber and other rooms!" Three declared, choosing to lead the group in the return. And assuming nothing ill awaits them there, she chooses...

(@Balar: What doors yet remained unchecked for us, or we haven't been warned against? Because she would just pick at a non-restricted one at random)

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"Well, that's takes care of all that. Back to the main chamber and other rooms!" Three declared, choosing to lead the group in the return. And assuming nothing ill awaits them there, she chooses...

(@Balar: What doors yet remained unchecked for us, or we haven't been warned against? Because she would just pick at a non-restricted one at random)

  @Orileo Northeast and Northwest.

... 1.

(OOC - Northwest it is!)

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Three with a satisfied grin puts her sword on her shoulder. three and Thistle look around the Kitchen and Pantry for anything of interest. You don't find anything of much interest, some old, rusty iron pots, pans, cutlery, and cooking utensils. None of which look to be worth much.

 Another exit besides the one we came in by?

As Three heads to the door to the Northwest, she sees an inscription carved into the door, in Orcish.

Taman shrugs at the table, then follows the others on to the new door, staying at the rear of the party with his light in hand.

"What's this?" Three says, spying the instruction. After reading it once over, her eyes go wide for a second in excitement, narrow in the next moment in disbelief, then with a gasp are wide again. Yet for all of her excitement, the moment it looks as if she's about to open the door, the woman hesitates and furrows her brow. Following a few glances back and forth between the group and the sign again, she sighed in defeat.

"Beyond this door the Maker of Death is chained. May he gnaw on his own hate until the sun dies and all things end... It's what the inscription says." She admits at last, then looks back to the others. "I... Really still wanna go inside. But, sounds like its gonna be extra dangerous. And... I'm s'pose to be learn'n from you guys, 'nd after that whole skeleton fight, I... felt kind of bad, consider'n you were urging the whole running thing. So-..." She trails off from there, head bowed and chewing on her lips trying to find the point meant to be made, and coming up dry so far.

Does "Maker of Death" ring any bells? 5 History +2 or 14 Religion +2

@Grumble No, it doesn't.

"Maker of Death?  I bet he has some cool stuff!  Let's go in!"

(OOC: Did Three just make that up, or did you guys PM what it said?  Cuz damn!)

"Well 'Maker of Death' is probably a Litch; what could possibly go wrong?"

A recovering Three blows raspberry at Thistle's idea. "I doubt a bunch orcs are gonna be able to handle somethin' like that and actually imprison it too." She confidently said and emphasize the point in a sharp nod. "Could still be an undead. But, if we can handle skeleton grandpa, I think we can handle whatever's beyond this door... I-I just... well, you fellows know." She said, opening -- or at least, trying to open the door at the tail end of sentence.

If it fails to give however, she'll look to Rivon to unock it prior to using more brute force tactics.

If locked:

Stealth: 25

Perception: 8

Investigation: 7

Thieves Tools: 14

Three opens the door at the end of her statement, When the door opens she can see:

This room was once a shrine to the gods of the Dwarves. The walls are carved with their dour images, and a low stone altar stands at the western end of the room. Stone benches have been smashed and thrown askew, and the icons of the gods have been defeated.

Atop the altar, arms folded over his chest, lies the ancient corpse of a Dwarf warrior in plate armor. Bones lie heaped around the altar's base, and at its foot crouches the desiccated body of an Orc in studded leather.