Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Frangipani looked at the boulder and then at her arms, " Don't look at me."
" Oh! Would it crack from Ice?"
"Are you sure it wouldn't wound your pride, Cap'n?" Bjorn swaggers from the cart, rolling up his sleeves to show his arms, thick and knotted like the roots of a tree. "I've heard that the orcs place strength above all else, and I've met many men who feel the same. Promise you won't demand a duel to satisfy your honor, if this rock should see fit to move on my behalf?"
(Gotta brag early, that way it's funnier if I fail lol.)
( even better if you succeed, lol)
"Don't worry, I'm not like most orcs. I was raised by a mixed group, so I only acquired some of the orcish traits, like bad manners and a temper. I assure you my friend, if you move that boulder, however you do it, I will be most impressed and glad to call you friend. If you do not, I will still call you friend. Strength also comes in knowing the company you keep is amazingly resourceful and has a sense of humor, which you most certainly do." Sparhawk looks around, "that being said, I'll bet 5 gold you CAN move that boulder."
Bjorn flips the crowbar in the air, almost concealing that it's him, not Sparhawk, who ended up being provoked in this exchange. "Well, now there's an odd bet. I could just pretend to fail, and have your money, you realize." He searches for the right spot to wedge the tool. Looking up, he grins. "But where's the sport in cheating when it's so obvious?"
He rolls his shoulders and proceeds to press his weight against the lever.
Strength (no Athletics proficiency): 22
(Ha, Awesome!! This just keeps getting better and better!)
(lol, ya love to see it)
(Assuming Bjorn is successful)
Sparhawk laughs, a deep, hearty laugh. "Nicely done Bjorn. My mom always said there is more than one way to skin a goat." He hands Bjorn 5 gold pieces and smiles, genuinely impressed with his friend's resourcefulness. He'll help move any additional (smaller) boulders blocking the entrance until it is large enough to move through fairly quickly.
"Alright, now that the passage is larger, lets form up and see what's inside. I"m apparently not good at moving rocks or spotting traps but can see in the dark. We can certainly do some torches."
Vars sheathes his short sword, then proceeds into the cave after Frangipani.
Bjorn rolls the Boulder out of the way, effortlessly. The stone moves on what appears to be a track you couldn’t see beneath the dirt. Once the Boulder is moved it is obvious to everyone and the entryway is opened for everyone to enter. The bit of light now drenching the entry shows the good quality workmanship that went into the tunnels creation. Most likely dwarvish though there is no way to know for sure.
( post an order, this 1st hallway is single file)
“Alright, let’s do this single file, at least 5 feet apart.
Vars, Me, Frangipani, Eberk and Bjorn take up the back.”
“Vars, let me know when we near a fight. I can give a few of us some better sight in the dark.”
( try to do your actions in this semi-initiative order until a fight dictates otherwise, to help keep track easier)
Vars moves to the front, because of your gloom stalker vision aided by the additional light from the expanded doorway, you can tell that the hall goes for about 50’ and you can barely make out the outline of a door at the end. In the darkness, everything is various shades of grey and you can’t make out details, unless you use a light source.
As the party moves forward, Sparhawk prays to his goddess and will allow himself to detect the presence of any otherworldly/ undead (Divine Sense)
Frangipani just trots along in the middle of the group
Aegweth drops from the ceiling of the cave with a strange schlorping sound, falling into Bjorn's hand in the form of a longbow. "This is, what, a feasting hall with no tables? A barracks with no cots? Almost feels like a temple."
"Looks like there is a door up ahead," Vars says, reaching to his pack for a torch. "If any of you have torches, I would suggest letting those in the back carry them, otherwise we'll blind ourselves. If no one has one, we can use mine."
If someone wants his torch, he'll hand it over before continuing towards the door. As he walks, he keeps an eye out for signs of traps as best he can with his dark vision--if no one has lit a torch yet. To those who rely on dark vision Vars seems to suddenly blip out of existence as soon as he goes deep enough that the outside light doesn't penetrate anymore, if no one lights a torch.
Perception: 15
Sparhawk, just behind Vars, senses he's there, but he seems to fade out of view. "Vars?" Sparhawk whispers. "You still there?" He will also keep on eye out for traps and hidden doors, (and Divine Sense) Perception: 15 with dark vision (until someone lights a few torches.
"I'm still here...I gave you a torch for a reason," Vars offers a laugh...still painfully aware that he is having trouble making things out himself. He's still trying to get used to his dark vision.