"Ach, I'm fine Weber. It'll take more than poxy poison gas to floor me," Gus grumbles with a small cough.
He turns to Attalia, "We could try one o' the doors here whilst we wait for that cloud to sod off," he walks over to the carved stone door, "Don' mind takin' a breather if anyone needs one either though." He adds, a smile returning to his face.
"Lets rest a bit and see if the gas subsides, those rats must have been coming from somewhere and I'd much rather cut them off at the source than watch our backs."
Deciding to take a Short Rest, you learn more about the liquid you collected. It is a potion of fire breath.
Please take a short rest and then reveal what happens during your rest. This is a good time to reveal part of your back story as you rest up if you like.
The gas slowly dissipates but odor still remains. That smell will linger for some time. Otherwise, you hear or see nothing unusual. Ready to move out, you consider which door to open next.
Weber stretches out next to the fountain, leaning against the wall and pulls out a scrap piece of food from one pocket and breaks off a small piece holding it out in front of another pocket on his chest where a small mouse appears and takes the morsel before hiding away again. Finished with the small meal he turns his attention to the bottle collected from the fountain examining it's contents. "Does anyone want this or shall I keep a hold of it?"
Gus thumps his pack down, places his shield on top of it and with a small grunt, plonks himself down on his makeshift seat.
He sighs deeply, stretching his legs out in front of him and reaches into his back underneath him to pull out a smallish book.
Noticing the mouse from Weber's pocket, Gus looks slightly confused and quite excited, "Here, has that little critter been in yer vest this entire time?" He says with a smile, "I always wanted a pet, but the Maesters at the temple told me no. Apparently I'm not responsible enough." Gus rolls his eyes at this last sentence.
"Suppose they're right, seeing as I lost me charge barely days after leaving the temple..." he mutters, shuffling his toes on the dusty ground and absent-mindedly riffling the pages of the book in his hands.
"You may as well keep a hold of that, fella. Might come in handy at some point," He says to Weber, the smile returning to his face.
Gus opens the small book, takes a small piece of greyish material from inside it and starts to write. He copies down the writing from the fountain and the door and scribbles small notes next to the Draconic phrases.
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Poison damage taken: 5, halved after passing -> 2.
Durthon puts down his pack and sits on the stone floor nearby, but not close enough to read Gus' book "what are you writing in there?"
Seeing Weber's pet he adds "better keep him out of sight, we don't want any of Meepo's friends confusing your pet for a snack. You can keep the bottle, I have my faith on Hanseath my warhammer."
tries to get a look at your mouse, thinks better of it and tries to look disinterested...
"Maybe you guys can help me, we kobolds know a lot about dragons and dragons like us. But this baby dragon was just mean, he wanted nothing to do with us. Why would he be like that? We brought him to this to this great dragon temple to worship him. Sure it needs work but we'll have it looking good in no time, the goblins were unexpected but we'll deal with them soon enough. Something feels off."
"Hah, aye this little scamps been in there hiding away, he comes along on all my travels. Been a great help sometimes too got me outta some sticky situations." Weber drops another piece of bread into his pocket. His expression turns slightly stern at the mention of Kobolds eating the mouse "If anyone or thing thinks pip for a tasty meal they will have to come through me first!"
"I wouldn't have the faintest clue Meepo, dragons are not a creature that my kind would even consider trying to tame, or not the sane ones at least! It could be that you caged the thing ... I'd be more worried about the things mother if it comes looking for it's baby."
"Dragons are proud creatures, and want to fly, hunt, and hoard treasure from what I gather. A cage might not be the best place. Maybe giving it a pile of treasure? I'm no expert," Atallia says to Meepo.
"It's good to have companions on this mission, I've been alone for a long time," she says to the rest of you.
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"You may be on to something, he hated that cage. A pile a treasure may make some time I'm afraid. Are we heading back to that room or going somewhere different?"
"I think we should try going to the door by the other fountain, traps like that must be there for a reason. We'll need to see if we can find away to bridge the trap door that covers the entrance." Looking to the rest of the group "What do you all think?"
Durthon agrees with Weber "aye, the door next to the trapped fountain must have something interesting behind it." Turning to Meepo he adds "the cage was small, how big is this dragon of yours?"
Gus finishes scribbling in his book and looks up at Durthon, "Anything and everything I can, Brother. Words are the most powerful thing in the world, knowing and studying as many as I come across will help bring me closer to Oghma," he says with a whimsical smile, "I find the ones I can't understand to be the most interesting, a whole new realm of mystery in every new language I come across. I've studied words and writing my whole life, but still.." his voice trails off.
He quickly turns his attention to Meepo when he speaks, looking from him to Weber and finally to Attalia, "Aye, I think you might be right. From what I've read, Dragons aren't too keen on being cooped up underground, they like to flaunt their power."
Gus stows the book in his pack, clumsily pulls himself to his feet and hefts his gear onto his back. "How are we all feeling, ready to face whatever might be waiting for us beyond that horrid fountain?" Gus Straightens up as tall as he can and beams at his friends, taking a few steps backwards up the corridor towards the Gas Fountain.
Gus stands back to give Attalia and Weber room to work. Remembering the inscription on the gas fountain, he pulls the small book back out of his pack and quickly scribbles down the symbols and their translation.
"Meepo, when we next get a sit-down, can you teach me more about your language, it's alphabet maybe? This is fascinating, almost as if even reading the words makes m'brain tingle."
Notes taken, he turns his attention back to his companions working on the trap door.
The work is tough as the trap doors are very old but all goes as planned with no interruptions. The trap doors are closed and jammed so they will hold your weight and getting around the room now is much easier.
Meepo prepares his sling while facing the closed door. He seems concerned about his spacing and is careful not to get too close to anyone else.
"I would be happy to show you draconic, it should be the language of the land but sadly, people have forgotten the old ways"
"What is the plan? Opposed door breech, open and shut, or open and ambush?"
"Ach, I'm fine Weber. It'll take more than poxy poison gas to floor me," Gus grumbles with a small cough.
He turns to Attalia, "We could try one o' the doors here whilst we wait for that cloud to sod off," he walks over to the carved stone door, "Don' mind takin' a breather if anyone needs one either though." He adds, a smile returning to his face.
"Lets rest a bit and see if the gas subsides, those rats must have been coming from somewhere and I'd much rather cut them off at the source than watch our backs."
Deciding to take a Short Rest, you learn more about the liquid you collected. It is a potion of fire breath.
Please take a short rest and then reveal what happens during your rest. This is a good time to reveal part of your back story as you rest up if you like.
The gas slowly dissipates but odor still remains. That smell will linger for some time. Otherwise, you hear or see nothing unusual. Ready to move out, you consider which door to open next.
Weber stretches out next to the fountain, leaning against the wall and pulls out a scrap piece of food from one pocket and breaks off a small piece holding it out in front of another pocket on his chest where a small mouse appears and takes the morsel before hiding away again. Finished with the small meal he turns his attention to the bottle collected from the fountain examining it's contents. "Does anyone want this or shall I keep a hold of it?"
Gus thumps his pack down, places his shield on top of it and with a small grunt, plonks himself down on his makeshift seat.
He sighs deeply, stretching his legs out in front of him and reaches into his back underneath him to pull out a smallish book.
Noticing the mouse from Weber's pocket, Gus looks slightly confused and quite excited, "Here, has that little critter been in yer vest this entire time?" He says with a smile, "I always wanted a pet, but the Maesters at the temple told me no. Apparently I'm not responsible enough." Gus rolls his eyes at this last sentence.
"Suppose they're right, seeing as I lost me charge barely days after leaving the temple..." he mutters, shuffling his toes on the dusty ground and absent-mindedly riffling the pages of the book in his hands.
"You may as well keep a hold of that, fella. Might come in handy at some point," He says to Weber, the smile returning to his face.
Gus opens the small book, takes a small piece of greyish material from inside it and starts to write. He copies down the writing from the fountain and the door and scribbles small notes next to the Draconic phrases.
Poison damage taken: 5, halved after passing -> 2.
Durthon puts down his pack and sits on the stone floor nearby, but not close enough to read Gus' book "what are you writing in there?"
Seeing Weber's pet he adds "better keep him out of sight, we don't want any of Meepo's friends confusing your pet for a snack. You can keep the bottle, I have my faith on Hanseath my warhammer."
tries to get a look at your mouse, thinks better of it and tries to look disinterested...
"Maybe you guys can help me, we kobolds know a lot about dragons and dragons like us. But this baby dragon was just mean, he wanted nothing to do with us. Why would he be like that? We brought him to this to this great dragon temple to worship him. Sure it needs work but we'll have it looking good in no time, the goblins were unexpected but we'll deal with them soon enough. Something feels off."
"Hah, aye this little scamps been in there hiding away, he comes along on all my travels. Been a great help sometimes too got me outta some sticky situations." Weber drops another piece of bread into his pocket. His expression turns slightly stern at the mention of Kobolds eating the mouse "If anyone or thing thinks pip for a tasty meal they will have to come through me first!"
"I wouldn't have the faintest clue Meepo, dragons are not a creature that my kind would even consider trying to tame, or not the sane ones at least! It could be that you caged the thing ... I'd be more worried about the things mother if it comes looking for it's baby."
"Dragons are proud creatures, and want to fly, hunt, and hoard treasure from what I gather. A cage might not be the best place. Maybe giving it a pile of treasure? I'm no expert," Atallia says to Meepo.
"It's good to have companions on this mission, I've been alone for a long time," she says to the rest of you.
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
"You may be on to something, he hated that cage. A pile a treasure may make some time I'm afraid. Are we heading back to that room or going somewhere different?"
"I think we should try going to the door by the other fountain, traps like that must be there for a reason. We'll need to see if we can find away to bridge the trap door that covers the entrance." Looking to the rest of the group "What do you all think?"
Durthon agrees with Weber "aye, the door next to the trapped fountain must have something interesting behind it." Turning to Meepo he adds "the cage was small, how big is this dragon of yours?"
Gus finishes scribbling in his book and looks up at Durthon, "Anything and everything I can, Brother. Words are the most powerful thing in the world, knowing and studying as many as I come across will help bring me closer to Oghma," he says with a whimsical smile, "I find the ones I can't understand to be the most interesting, a whole new realm of mystery in every new language I come across. I've studied words and writing my whole life, but still.." his voice trails off.
He quickly turns his attention to Meepo when he speaks, looking from him to Weber and finally to Attalia, "Aye, I think you might be right. From what I've read, Dragons aren't too keen on being cooped up underground, they like to flaunt their power."
Gus stows the book in his pack, clumsily pulls himself to his feet and hefts his gear onto his back. "How are we all feeling, ready to face whatever might be waiting for us beyond that horrid fountain?" Gus Straightens up as tall as he can and beams at his friends, taking a few steps backwards up the corridor towards the Gas Fountain.
ooc: with some effort, you can reset and jam the trap doors closed if you wish, It will be noisy and will take 15 minutes for each trapdoor
"He's really young, about as big as us I suppose, medium sized I would say"
back in the gas fountain room
Atallia resets and jams the traps if noone objects.
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
Durthon quietly waits for Atallia to finish "fiddling with traps is not for me, you tell us when it's safe to open this door."
Weber begins to pull out his trusty crowbar “Let me know if you need any help with that trap”
Gus stands back to give Attalia and Weber room to work. Remembering the inscription on the gas fountain, he pulls the small book back out of his pack and quickly scribbles down the symbols and their translation.
"Meepo, when we next get a sit-down, can you teach me more about your language, it's alphabet maybe? This is fascinating, almost as if even reading the words makes m'brain tingle."
Notes taken, he turns his attention back to his companions working on the trap door.
The work is tough as the trap doors are very old but all goes as planned with no interruptions. The trap doors are closed and jammed so they will hold your weight and getting around the room now is much easier.
Meepo prepares his sling while facing the closed door. He seems concerned about his spacing and is careful not to get too close to anyone else.
"I would be happy to show you draconic, it should be the language of the land but sadly, people have forgotten the old ways"
"What is the plan? Opposed door breech, open and shut, or open and ambush?"