Thatch’s roll came too late, way too late, and the blade struck his side just as the tucked into his roll, The force of the blow slams him into the side of the tunnel wall and he lays there, barely clinging to consciousness.
After initially flinching badly as the axe swung through the hallway, and nearly through Thatch, Cainneach recognizes with horror the damage done to their intrepid companion. He springs forward and drags Thatch back toward the rest of the party, careful to avoid the stone he noticed Thatch standing on when the axe released. "Damn this infernal dungeon! Thatch, are you okay? Hang in there, friend! Healer, he needs your aid!"
Hotspur will approach Thatch's prone body cautiously, crawling the last few yards, trying his best to avoid the trigger-stone the stable-boy had activated. (Roll?)
He will grab the boy's collar and drag him back, outside the blade's reach, before administering some herbs while singing a soothing healing song.
The color returns to Thatch’s cheeks as he feels his strength return. “Thank you, Master Hotspur! I feared that got the best of me.” He eases forward again, avoiding the flagstone trigger and now that he knows what to look for, scans the tunnel for any additional traps as he heads back toward the turn in the corridor. Perception: 15.
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Cainneach grudgingly acknowledges the good work done by Hotspur after the two of them drag Thatch out of the deadly axe's reach. "I guess you are of some use, bard. Who knew a scoundrel like yourself could summon magic as well? Thanks for your quick work there, you may have saved Thatch's life." Turning to Thatch, Cainneach says, "Allow me to assist you, Thatch, lest we nearly lose you again!", and proceeds to examine the floor and walls as well.
Turning the corner the corridor widens out somewhat and the way on is blocked by a flickering barrier of violet light that shimmers in the air between two baroquely carved pillars on either side of the passage. Through the shimmering, you can just barely discern the outlines of the corridor as it continues north.
Just in front of this barrier, set back in alcoves to your left and right, are two fountains. In the western alcove, a chalky grey liquid issues from a snarling stone face and runs down into the fountain beneath. The eastern fountain is filled by a purple liquid that bubbles from a face sculpted in an expression of fear.
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"Well, this is interesting. Both the eastern fountain and the barrier are violet, while the other fountain spews grey from its angry face. Do you think the grey liquid might be used to neutralize the scared violet fountain, which might in turn neutralize the violet barrier?"Cainneach scratches his head and looks to the rest of the party for other ideas. This sort of puzzle is beyond his experience and doesn't seem like the kind of thing you want to get wrong. "And does anyone recognize the faces portrayed here?"
Cainneach turns to face Hotspur, shaking his head. "Each time I have the slightest inclination to like you, the next thing out of your mouth changes my mind. Just because I haven't lived in a city the last few years doesn't mean I didn't come from a civilized place. My home was razed by a savage clan and I fled, finding solace where I could. I was fortunate that Twiggy found me and I could make a home in the forest. You might wish to try it some time, the songs of the birds are a far sight better than anything that you've produced."Cainneach then gestures to the fountains and continues, "Would you like to do the honours?"
"Well, this is interesting. Both the eastern fountain and the barrier are violet, while the other fountain spews grey from its angry face. Do you think the grey liquid might be used to neutralize the scared violet fountain, which might in turn neutralize the violet barrier?"Cainneach scratches his head and looks to the rest of the party for other ideas. This sort of puzzle is beyond his experience and doesn't seem like the kind of thing you want to get wrong. "And does anyone recognize the faces portrayed here?"
Cainneach looks over the faces carefully but has difficulty recalling much.....the fierce female face reminds him of Cailleach, the Hag of Winter and Stone in bedtime tales barely recalled from his highland childhood. The afeared one....he is unsure...though the bearded features recall the name Myrddin...and he....for some reason....thinks of the man within the tree that Morseth claimed to have seen in the firedrakes lair.
Thatch looks at the two faces with interest as he listens to Cainneach recall their stories. “The Hag of winter? Maybe you could freeze the liquid from that side with your new toy, Morseth. And burn the other? Put the wand to good use”
Cainneach nods along while Thatch puts forth his proposal. "That also sounds like a reasonable idea. Does anyone else have an opinion? Is there an order in which we might try them? I don't know if the mixing would preclude the wand idea from being tried, or the other way around. It would be nice to leave both options open. Twiggy, Valor, any thoughts?"
Drufrowns, "All this riddle nonsense; it's set up to just play with your head. It's better to face problems head on." With that, she notches as arrow and fires it at the purple barrier.
Bretwald toddled up to the purple fountain, " Well....this one is of like colour with the barrier....there is possibly a connection there....though as the arrow passed safely through perhaps there is no need to drink anything?"
Outwardly seeming to ignore Cainneach's rebuke, Hotspur feigns outrage at the priest. "My dear man, there is always a need to drink something. However in this case, the wand was placed within our reach for a reason, as was the wind-bag before. Methinks we ought to give it a try."
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It swings back into the wall and resets with a faint click...
Thatch’s roll came too late, way too late, and the blade struck his side just as the tucked into his roll, The force of the blow slams him into the side of the tunnel wall and he lays there, barely clinging to consciousness.
After initially flinching badly as the axe swung through the hallway, and nearly through Thatch, Cainneach recognizes with horror the damage done to their intrepid companion. He springs forward and drags Thatch back toward the rest of the party, careful to avoid the stone he noticed Thatch standing on when the axe released. "Damn this infernal dungeon! Thatch, are you okay? Hang in there, friend! Healer, he needs your aid!"
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Hotspur will approach Thatch's prone body cautiously, crawling the last few yards, trying his best to avoid the trigger-stone the stable-boy had activated. (Roll?)
He will grab the boy's collar and drag him back, outside the blade's reach, before administering some herbs while singing a soothing healing song.
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Cainneach is able to easily point out the triggering flagstone now so others can avoid it.
The color returns to Thatch’s cheeks as he feels his strength return. “Thank you, Master Hotspur! I feared that got the best of me.” He eases forward again, avoiding the flagstone trigger and now that he knows what to look for, scans the tunnel for any additional traps as he heads back toward the turn in the corridor. Perception: 15.
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Cainneach grudgingly acknowledges the good work done by Hotspur after the two of them drag Thatch out of the deadly axe's reach. "I guess you are of some use, bard. Who knew a scoundrel like yourself could summon magic as well? Thanks for your quick work there, you may have saved Thatch's life." Turning to Thatch, Cainneach says, "Allow me to assist you, Thatch, lest we nearly lose you again!", and proceeds to examine the floor and walls as well.
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Turning the corner the corridor widens out somewhat and the way on is blocked by a flickering barrier of violet light that shimmers in the air between two baroquely carved pillars on either side of the passage. Through the shimmering, you can just barely discern the outlines of the corridor as it continues north.
Just in front of this barrier, set back in alcoves to your left and right, are two fountains. In the western alcove, a chalky grey liquid issues from a snarling stone face and runs down into the fountain beneath. The eastern fountain is filled by a purple liquid that bubbles from a face sculpted in an expression of fear.
"Well, this is interesting. Both the eastern fountain and the barrier are violet, while the other fountain spews grey from its angry face. Do you think the grey liquid might be used to neutralize the scared violet fountain, which might in turn neutralize the violet barrier?" Cainneach scratches his head and looks to the rest of the party for other ideas. This sort of puzzle is beyond his experience and doesn't seem like the kind of thing you want to get wrong. "And does anyone recognize the faces portrayed here?"
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Hotspur nods slowly. "That seems a reasonable approach to me. Not bad for a feral forest lad."
Cainneach turns to face Hotspur, shaking his head. "Each time I have the slightest inclination to like you, the next thing out of your mouth changes my mind. Just because I haven't lived in a city the last few years doesn't mean I didn't come from a civilized place. My home was razed by a savage clan and I fled, finding solace where I could. I was fortunate that Twiggy found me and I could make a home in the forest. You might wish to try it some time, the songs of the birds are a far sight better than anything that you've produced." Cainneach then gestures to the fountains and continues, "Would you like to do the honours?"
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Cainneach looks over the faces carefully but has difficulty recalling much.....the fierce female face reminds him of Cailleach, the Hag of Winter and Stone in bedtime tales barely recalled from his highland childhood. The afeared one....he is unsure...though the bearded features recall the name Myrddin...and he....for some reason....thinks of the man within the tree that Morseth claimed to have seen in the firedrakes lair.
Cainneach relays that information to the party, pointing out especially the similarity of Myrddin to the frightened face.
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Thatch looks at the two faces with interest as he listens to Cainneach recall their stories. “The Hag of winter? Maybe you could freeze the liquid from that side with your new toy, Morseth. And burn the other? Put the wand to good use”
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Cainneach nods along while Thatch puts forth his proposal. "That also sounds like a reasonable idea. Does anyone else have an opinion? Is there an order in which we might try them? I don't know if the mixing would preclude the wand idea from being tried, or the other way around. It would be nice to leave both options open. Twiggy, Valor, any thoughts?"
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Dru frowns, "All this riddle nonsense; it's set up to just play with your head. It's better to face problems head on." With that, she notches as arrow and fires it at the purple barrier.
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The shaft sails through the barrier unimpeded and clatters to the stone further down the passage somewhere.
Bretwald toddled up to the purple fountain, " Well....this one is of like colour with the barrier....there is possibly a connection there....though as the arrow passed safely through perhaps there is no need to drink anything?"
Outwardly seeming to ignore Cainneach's rebuke, Hotspur feigns outrage at the priest. "My dear man, there is always a need to drink something. However in this case, the wand was placed within our reach for a reason, as was the wind-bag before. Methinks we ought to give it a try."