With much effort, Torra gets up. She struggles to keep her face calm but doesn't do the greatest. Then once standing she grips her crystal and concentrates. A slight glow surrounds her and her wounds start to knit up again.
Crondar just sees... poop and more poop. This room is like a Jackson Pollock painting if it were in 3D with hills.
Rhodes, however, spots some shimmers among the grime. With a nat 20 he determines there's exactly 35sp among the poop. If he wants to get it, he'll unfortunately have to get his hands dirty. By the same token, he would realize washing the poop off with some water or a Prestidigitation would be a pretty simple act to counter how gross that would make him. Also with that amazing perception, he can hear mutterings coming from the single door to the East. Something about... Berries? Fairies? Jerry? He gets the gist of the conversation is between two people and that it's more of a grumbling.
As for the ceiling? There are a couple of stalactites; they're also made of poop, albeit very petrified. It looks like these creatures have been living here for years, propagating and using this area as their 'home base'. Makes sense when you think of the easy entrance to this dungeon as a similarly easy exit.
"If the buts weren't bad enough, look at all this poop," Torra complains. "Eww! this is so grody." She then uses the mage hand spell to sweep poop piles out of the way of where she will be stepping. "Let leave... to another room, any room besides this. I swear if we don't move soon I'm going to start vomiting everywhere."
"Great idea with the mage hand, I knows I'm too sophisticated to be touching such dung."
Rhodes castes Mage Hand, which he uses to collect 35 sp. "I'll take six, here's the rest to split. I suggest we stealthy approach the door, check for traps, and when everyone is ready, surprise whoever is bickering on the other side."
The clever use of Mage Hand ensures that everyone who receives the coins have their hands dirtied only a little more than they would handling any other money. Ever think about how many people have traded around the currency you own? Yikes.
Anyhow, Crondar and Zhox have no idea what Rhodes is talking about, unable to hear any sort of 'bickering' through the stone and wood. Gruk's currently too concerned with stepping over scat.
But Rhodes can hear more hints of conversation. The voices seem to be a female and a male.
"And then he told me I wasn't ugly enough for him anyway!" Female.
"Geri?" Male.
"No, Jerry."
"He's a jerk."
"Yeah, but he's a loud crier so it kind of ruined his whole posturing thing. That and the fact he pretty much ran away."
Rhodes turns and whispers to everyone, “I thinks I hear a couple big ugly baddies behind this door. Let’s let the brawny bashers Crondar and Gruk charge through and smack them down.”
Massaging Crondar’s shoulders and patting him on the back, Rhodes winks and says, “Go get em,” and waits ready for the door to fly open.
Torra shifts u comfortably from one foot to the other with her arms crossed. "I was able to heal myself after that near death effect and I have only a little magic left. If I use it now, then I'm without it until I can fully recover. Less so if I die." She huffs, "can we take a break instead?" she whines .
Ooc: down to one spell left for the day can we instead take a break and use hit die?
With much effort, Torra gets up. She struggles to keep her face calm but doesn't do the greatest. Then once standing she grips her crystal and concentrates. A slight glow surrounds her and her wounds start to knit up again.
Casting cure wounds level 1 to heal 7
Brings her back to max
"Hmmm, magics. Can anyone magics these squishy bat bits off Crondar?"
Crondar will walk around the room looking for anything, but staying away from the poop.
perception 11
Rhodes will help with the search, checking the walls and floors for secret doors and such (trying as well to stay out of the stinking poop).
Perception : 22
Rhodes would also like to see from whence the squishy bats came. He will look up at the ceiling and examine what he can...
Perception : 15
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
Crondar just sees... poop and more poop. This room is like a Jackson Pollock painting if it were in 3D with hills.
Rhodes, however, spots some shimmers among the grime. With a nat 20 he determines there's exactly 35sp among the poop. If he wants to get it, he'll unfortunately have to get his hands dirty. By the same token, he would realize washing the poop off with some water or a Prestidigitation would be a pretty simple act to counter how gross that would make him. Also with that amazing perception, he can hear mutterings coming from the single door to the East. Something about... Berries? Fairies? Jerry? He gets the gist of the conversation is between two people and that it's more of a grumbling.
As for the ceiling? There are a couple of stalactites; they're also made of poop, albeit very petrified. It looks like these creatures have been living here for years, propagating and using this area as their 'home base'. Makes sense when you think of the easy entrance to this dungeon as a similarly easy exit.
"If the buts weren't bad enough, look at all this poop," Torra complains. "Eww! this is so grody." She then uses the mage hand spell to sweep poop piles out of the way of where she will be stepping. "Let leave... to another room, any room besides this. I swear if we don't move soon I'm going to start vomiting everywhere."
"Ohhh my GODS! I can't believe it, can you believe all the $#!+ In this hall, I just cont believe it!" Zhox yells out.
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DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
"Great idea with the mage hand, I knows I'm too sophisticated to be touching such dung."
Rhodes castes Mage Hand, which he uses to collect 35 sp. "I'll take six, here's the rest to split. I suggest we stealthy approach the door, check for traps, and when everyone is ready, surprise whoever is bickering on the other side."
Stealth : 11
Perception : 14
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
Crondar takes his silver and moves towards the door following Rhodes
stealth 11
perception 5
Zhox takes his silver. (How much do we each get 7?)
Stealth 7
perception 3
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DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Gruk takes his silver while trying to not step in any sh** on the floor.
Dexterity: 4
(That'd be up to the group)
The clever use of Mage Hand ensures that everyone who receives the coins have their hands dirtied only a little more than they would handling any other money. Ever think about how many people have traded around the currency you own? Yikes.
Anyhow, Crondar and Zhox have no idea what Rhodes is talking about, unable to hear any sort of 'bickering' through the stone and wood. Gruk's currently too concerned with stepping over scat.
But Rhodes can hear more hints of conversation. The voices seem to be a female and a male.
"And then he told me I wasn't ugly enough for him anyway!" Female.
"Geri?" Male.
"No, Jerry."
"He's a jerk."
"Yeah, but he's a loud crier so it kind of ruined his whole posturing thing. That and the fact he pretty much ran away."
"A useless jerk."
Rhodes turns and whispers to everyone, “I thinks I hear a couple big ugly baddies behind this door. Let’s let the brawny bashers Crondar and Gruk charge through and smack them down.”
Massaging Crondar’s shoulders and patting him on the back, Rhodes winks and says, “Go get em,” and waits ready for the door to fly open.
OOC: what say you folks, ready to blast em?
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
Crondar gets into position by the door...flexing his muscles....
Zhox stands behind the two Barbarians, rapier drawn, hopping up and down ready to go.
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DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Hewen stays behind as many others as possible, preparing to firebolt any hostiles that come in sight.
“Hey, before we enter may someone please heal me, I’m on me last leg ‘ere.” Gruk says to the other members of the party.
Rhodes whispers, “Oops, I should pay more attention. Let’s heal and make sure we’re ready before we jump into the sh*ter.”
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
"A short nap would help me.". Zhox chimes in.
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DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Torra shifts u comfortably from one foot to the other with her arms crossed. "I was able to heal myself after that near death effect and I have only a little magic left. If I use it now, then I'm without it until I can fully recover. Less so if I die." She huffs, "can we take a break instead?" she whines .
Ooc: down to one spell left for the day can we instead take a break and use hit die?
OOC: agreed. Unless there are any objections, let’s take a short break.
Rhodes moves quietly to the stairs, climbs a few to get out of the bat stank, and sits down for a short rest.
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse