Goran startles as the door swings open. "How'd you manage that?" He applauds Klopas for his ingenuity. "So we're headed in there?" a slight tremor in his voice as he points into the dark opening. The light from Klopas' spell eases his nerves. He falls in between the two (?).
"Nothing really. This place....is a little daunting is all. I oft thought adventuring was glamorous and full of excitement. Truthfully it's quite scary." He pauses in thought. "I shall do my best to stay present. Let's just hope we don't encounter that snake thing." He looks around nervously. "Can I help Abrontonon?" hoping to shake the feeling of doom the memory of the snake has brought to him.
Disappointment crosses Goran's face as the rubble is cleared. "No burried treasure over here" he shouts back to Klopas. "You come up with anything?" he makes his way back to Klopas' side.
Klopas ponders for a moment and decides to investigate the broken marble bier atop the dais.
Investigation - 12
It is covered in rotted grey muck, and as you gently sift through it, you feel nauseous, your head swimming. Please make a DC 11 Con saving throw.
((Okay, yeah...no additional help with cons...because Klopas is truthful? So, um...straight roll. *was making a joke for those thinking...con means constitution*))
You contract Sewer Plague, the noxious muck poisoning you.
((I'm going to presume I don't know that from reading the description, and do I need to roll the 1d4 for how long it takes the symptoms to show up, or do you?))
"I didn't come up with anything, actually, I'm sorry to say..." Klopas admits. "...other than determining this muck is gross..."
"Eww. That looks.... disgusting. I wouldn't be touching that" Goran's nose scrunches at the thought and the smell of the disturbed muck. "Shall we move on?"
He takes in the rest of the room.
(I believe there's a door we haven't been through?!)
Goran startles as the door swings open. "How'd you manage that?" He applauds Klopas for his ingenuity. "So we're headed in there?" a slight tremor in his voice as he points into the dark opening. The light from Klopas' spell eases his nerves. He falls in between the two (?).
"Dumb luck, probably..." Klopas commented in reply to Goran.
Klopas tries to keep mindful of his remaining companions. He looks around the chamber they've entered.
"Well this place is cheerful..." he snidefully remarks. "Any ideas?"
Abrotonon began clearing debris from the fallen ceiling.
Investigation: 3
Klopas turns to Goran.
"You've been kind of quiet, friend..." he remarks. "Something on your mind?"
"Nothing really. This place....is a little daunting is all. I oft thought adventuring was glamorous and full of excitement. Truthfully it's quite scary." He pauses in thought. "I shall do my best to stay present. Let's just hope we don't encounter that snake thing." He looks around nervously. "Can I help Abrontonon?" hoping to shake the feeling of doom the memory of the snake has brought to him.
Disappointment crosses Goran's face as the rubble is cleared. "No burried treasure over here" he shouts back to Klopas. "You come up with anything?" he makes his way back to Klopas' side.
Abrotodon checks out the bier, a couple of urns and then heads for the open door.
Klopas ponders for a moment and decides to investigate the broken marble bier atop the dais.
Investigation - 22
((Okay, yeah...no additional help with cons...because Klopas is truthful? So, um...straight roll. *was making a joke for those thinking...con means constitution*))
Klopas is/is not saved = 6
((I'm going to presume I don't know that from reading the description, and do I need to roll the 1d4 for how long it takes the symptoms to show up, or do you?))
"I didn't come up with anything, actually, I'm sorry to say..." Klopas admits. "...other than determining this muck is gross..."
He sighs and looks up at the ceiling.
"Eww. That looks.... disgusting. I wouldn't be touching that" Goran's nose scrunches at the thought and the smell of the disturbed muck. "Shall we move on?"
He takes in the rest of the room.
(I believe there's a door we haven't been through?!)
Abrotonon waited at the doorway for the others, " Shall we?"
"I'd like to check the funerary urns before we go..." Klopas remarks. "In for a penny, in for a pound, I suppose..."
Klopas looks in the urns.