Rikaria holds the torch for Luke so he'll have both hands available to him. As he crouches in the dust, she silently prays, willing him to find something that tell them where to go and soon.
(Sorry I just hopscotched Dwar's post. It's the last one on the last page.)
Luke holds the others up "There seems to be a trap maybe here....There's something sticking out of the dirt but just barely....It could be a trap or something else. Let me see if I can get at it without killing us all" Luke takes a little set of tools out of his bag and tries to discern whether it is indeed a trap or what caused the rocks to come down. As Luke says this he sees Shariel continuing ahead "WAIT!"
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Shariel just catches Luke’s warning as her foot comes down onto a wooden board buried just beneath the surface. She feels it sink into the dirt a little, making an audible click. A few seconds go by and it seems nothing is happening. A little bead of sweat drips from her forehead. Another second goes by and then suddenly, on the roof just in front of the left corridor, a panel falls open and large pile of pots, pans and miscellaneous metal doodads flood down onto the ground with a loud crashing sound sound. Like a thousand gongs going off at once, kicking up dust into the air. It takes a few seconds for the clanging pots and kettles to come to a rest. The pile is approximately waist high and fills a space of approximately 10-15’
After a few moments, something bursts from the pile. Standing upright at the top, a small figure emerges. Skin a pale green, eyes yellow as the sun. It is small, even for a goblin. His body seems a little bit deformed. He wears a sauce pan for a helmet and his chest plate looks like a pie pan….in fact it is a pie pan, you can see the Cartwright stamp on the bottom and what seems like blackel-berry dripping around the edges. He has a small, rusty sword in one hand and a frying pan in the other.
” Ahhhh Haaah!! me has you nows, long legs….Gorf will slay you all! “ , the tiny goblin proclaims
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Rikaria jumps backwards, barely managing to hang onto the torch. At Gorf's emergence, she gasps, never having actually seen a goblin up close before. But she keeps her head. Mikel needs them!
Rikaria's initiative: 23
(With initiatives like this, he honestly MIGHT slay us all.)
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With that, Gorf gives out a mighty ( mighty cute in a gobliny sort of way) battle cry and rushes in to strike at Shariel, as she is the closest. The diminutive green barely comes up to her waist in height, but he is a nimble sucker and he leaps up towards her chest to strike with the frying pan.
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"A frying pan? Sheesh!" Gerty cries as she pulls out her scimitar and squeezes past her friends to get to the creature. Using the flat side of it, she tries to knock it on the head, hoping for nonlethal so that they can question the little goblin.
His pan strikes home, smacking Shariel directly in the sternum with the cast iron pan. Then leaps off her torso and disengages with his bonus action and zips through the gap in the rock pile.
from behind the pile of rocks you hear his voice cry out in triumph…” Hah haaaaa, Gorf Slays you alright!”. His voice has sort of an echo in this unseen room, you figure the space must be larger behind the rocks.
Gorf’s triumphant glee turn to horror as Gerty slips through the gap in the rocks and cracks him across the head with her sickle. His cooking pot helmet scatters to the ground and he slumps to the earth. Blood trickling down his face. He cries out “ Gorf been slayed….uuugh”
William crosses over the mound of pot and pans, creating a cacophony of noise as the metal bangs metal, u til he gets over the mound. Once across, he notices that the corridor is no longer dirt, but worked stone. Very old worked stone, and definitely not goblin made. He doesn’t find any traps in this spot and there is no answer to his call.
Further down the corridor, to the left looks like a possible door and even farther down the torchlight highlights what looks to be an intersection.
Rikaria holds the torch for Luke so he'll have both hands available to him. As he crouches in the dust, she silently prays, willing him to find something that tell them where to go and soon.
(Sorry I just hopscotched Dwar's post. It's the last one on the last page.)
Shariel moves towards the branch tunnel to have a peek and is just about to step on the mysterious object
Roll a dex check to see if you step on it, dc15
Luke holds the others up "There seems to be a trap maybe here....There's something sticking out of the dirt but just barely....It could be a trap or something else. Let me see if I can get at it without killing us all" Luke takes a little set of tools out of his bag and tries to discern whether it is indeed a trap or what caused the rocks to come down. As Luke says this he sees Shariel continuing ahead "WAIT!"
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Perception check to catch the warning? 17.Dex save to stop in time: 14))Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
( just missed the dc…)
Shariel just catches Luke’s warning as her foot comes down onto a wooden board buried just beneath the surface. She feels it sink into the dirt a little, making an audible click. A few seconds go by and it seems nothing is happening. A little bead of sweat drips from her forehead. Another second goes by and then suddenly, on the roof just in front of the left corridor, a panel falls open and large pile of pots, pans and miscellaneous metal doodads flood down onto the ground with a loud crashing sound sound. Like a thousand gongs going off at once, kicking up dust into the air. It takes a few seconds for the clanging pots and kettles to come to a rest. The pile is approximately waist high and fills a space of approximately 10-15’
After a few moments, something bursts from the pile. Standing upright at the top, a small figure emerges. Skin a pale green, eyes yellow as the sun. It is small, even for a goblin. His body seems a little bit deformed. He wears a sauce pan for a helmet and his chest plate looks like a pie pan….in fact it is a pie pan, you can see the Cartwright stamp on the bottom and what seems like blackel-berry dripping around the edges. He has a small, rusty sword in one hand and a frying pan in the other.
” Ahhhh Haaah!! me has you nows, long legs….Gorf will slay you all! “ , the tiny goblin proclaims
roll initiative
21 Gorf
Luke turns to the others that heeded his warning "Prepare yourselves! Goblin attack!"
Initiative: 21
Rikaria jumps backwards, barely managing to hang onto the torch. At Gorf's emergence, she gasps, never having actually seen a goblin up close before. But she keeps her head. Mikel needs them!
Rikaria's initiative: 23
(With initiatives like this, he honestly MIGHT slay us all.)
"Wha?? Goblin!! Where is the boy?"
Initiative for Gerty 15
“ Boys? Gorf the conqueror eats boys for breakfast…me eats girls for lunch and munches the old ones bones for desserts…Ahhhh hah hah hah!”
(Gerty and Gorf will roll off to see who goes first, straight roll d20) Gorf 13
Gerty 9
( I will roll the other’s initiative here)
Sasha- 5
William- 21
Shariel- 8
With that, Gorf gives out a mighty ( mighty cute in a gobliny sort of way) battle cry and rushes in to strike at Shariel, as she is the closest. The diminutive green barely comes up to her waist in height, but he is a nimble sucker and he leaps up towards her chest to strike with the frying pan.
Attack: 8 Damage: 8
"A frying pan? Sheesh!" Gerty cries as she pulls out her scimitar and squeezes past her friends to get to the creature. Using the flat side of it, she tries to knock it on the head, hoping for nonlethal so that they can question the little goblin.Attack: 20 Damage: 9His pan strikes home, smacking Shariel directly in the sternum with the cast iron pan. Then leaps off her torso and disengages with his bonus action and zips through the gap in the rock pile.
from behind the pile of rocks you hear his voice cry out in triumph…” Hah haaaaa, Gorf Slays you alright!”. His voice has sort of an echo in this unseen room, you figure the space must be larger behind the rocks.
Gerty your go.
Gerty attempts to chase the little goblin through the hole in the rubble
DEX 13
Squeezing past the rocks, She shocks the little guy and knocks him on the head!
If we're still in initiative order, William has faith in Gerty and tries to make his way into the path to the left. While wachting out for traps: 6
Mikel?! Mikel?! Are you there?! It's me Will!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Gorf’s triumphant glee turn to horror as Gerty slips through the gap in the rocks and cracks him across the head with her sickle. His cooking pot helmet scatters to the ground and he slumps to the earth. Blood trickling down his face. He cries out “ Gorf been slayed….uuugh”
he falls over, unconscious on the dirt floor.
William crosses over the mound of pot and pans, creating a cacophony of noise as the metal bangs metal, u til he gets over the mound. Once across, he notices that the corridor is no longer dirt, but worked stone. Very old worked stone, and definitely not goblin made. He doesn’t find any traps in this spot and there is no answer to his call.
Further down the corridor, to the left looks like a possible door and even farther down the torchlight highlights what looks to be an intersection.