Thalron extracts the greatsword from the dead troglodyte and wipes its’ putrid blood off on its’ own scales. He retrieves his thrown javelins and cleans them in a like manner.
”Thanks.” He says to all with a nod to Mara for the diversion.
He grimaces a bit as he inspects the couple of wounds he received. Not too bad, he thinks to himself.
”Perhaps we can take a short rest after we find out what’s in that chest down there.” Pointing towards the Southern chamber. “That will give me time to tend to these minor injuries and attune to this newDancing Sword. But I am not that hurt, nor have we needed the dancing sword before now, so it’s really up to the party if we slow down or not.”
"Progo feels the same way. If we do rest, Progo suggest we go back a room or two and leave screaming rock warning. Don't need ugly multi head terror sneaking up on us." He looks back at Mara, "Good thinking not using Progo's image in distraction, wouldn't have helped to have the think run in fright again! Could you tie a rope around the chest with your little fan of parlor tricks so we could possibly pull the chest to us? And you could steady if from tipping, so if anything breakable inside doesn't fall over."
Thalron extracts the greatsword from the dead troglodyte and wipes its’ putrid blood off on its’ own scales. He retrieves his thrown javelins and cleans them in a like manner.
”Thanks.” He says to all with a nod to Mara for the diversion.
He grimaces a bit as he inspects the couple of wounds he received. Not too bad, he thinks to himself.
”Perhaps we can take a short rest after we find out what’s in that chest down there.” Pointing towards the Southern chamber. “That will give me time to tend to these minor injuries and attune to this newDancing Sword. But I am not that hurt, nor have we needed the dancing sword before now, so it’s really up to the party if we slow down or not.”
"Bravo, Sir Moltenaxe!" Mara applauded Thalron's display of strength, "You certainly earned every right for taking a rest. Besides, a cord affixed to a dancing sword would prove useful for a number of things, such as being told to impale itself upon a treasure chest out of reach so that you could draw it to yourself."
He looks back at Mara, "Good thinking not using Progo's image in distraction, wouldn't have helped to have the think run in fright again! Could you tie a rope around the chest with your little fan of parlor tricks so we could possibly pull the chest to us? And you could steady if from tipping, so if anything breakable inside doesn't fall over."
Mara joined Progo in examining the next room before, fan in hand.
"Curious, that an amphibious creature would choose to take his last stand here, when the water he could hide in was so so close. Quite a shame our little friend chose to live his last breath in violence, rather than turning from his ways when there's no one else left in his little clan..."
"...unless you would presume the chest contains a fragile clutch of their young," Mara raises an eyebrow.
"Why don't you cast the fallen warrior's body on the water and see what the situation is all about?"
Mara made eyes at Progo and flashed him a smile.
"I would do it, but I am but someone with mere parlor tricks. Mere smoke and mirrors couldn't possibly help here, and getting my hands dirty would dirty the effects I command with a most awful stench."
Progo recalls hearing of magic that coukd clean and dry clothes with a snap of a finger, and wonders if pushing Mara in the water would be worth the cost. A contemplating expression is on Progo's face as he realizes that Mara does seem to make stupid mistakes, like the door earlier, and the flower gateway.
"So a rest it is? After chest that is." He looks at the butterfly and with a questioning look nods his head towards the rope on his pack.
"Mister Progo, I know that look in your eye. It is that same determination you had when you solved that dreadful Knight's riddle by yourself. And you had that same look when you thought to turn to fire against the monster before I thought of it. Therefore, I shall defer to your knowledge just this once."
Mara closes her fan with a louder than normal sound and puts it away before meeting his look, before taking the rope he offered.
She takes the rope in one hand and commands it with telekinesis on the other, tying it to the chest as Progo asked before handing him back the rope with a thud.
"But if you wish to make any further requests for my power, I expect an apology and a thank you."
Walking off to the side, Mara gets ready to steady the treasure chest as he pulls it along with Mage Hand.
Progo hands the rope to Thalron. "Bad back you know." He walks over to the butterfly and leans causally against the wall with crossbow loaded and generally pointed towards the water, "Progo? apologize? For what? Progo didn't even push her in.
WHAT? What's wrong with parlor tricks? They are exciting, nobody get hurt and everyone is trying to figure out how it's done. Tieing a rope around a box is not ohh ahh magic tricks.
Well that's uncalled for. Do you talk to your mother with that tone?
Well Progo's sorry to hear that, Progo sure she was lovely. "
Thalron grabs the rope with both hands and pulls the rope taunt. He then begins applying increasing pressure to pull the chest using arms, shoulders, back, and legs. Steadily dialing up the force required to see if the chest will dislodge from its position and begin to slide on the ground towards his location.
Progo moves back to the waters edge, looks in the water trying to guage its depth and other characteristics is anything seems out of the ordinary. How far is the water stretch.
Perception: 7
Progo will roll the body into the water to see if anything happens .
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
When the corpse makes contact with the puddle it doesn’t splash like one would expect; it acts more solid. An amorphous protuberance quickly lashes out at Progo. To hit 21
When the corpse makes contact with the puddle it doesn’t splash like one would expect; it acts more solid. An amorphous protuberance quickly lashes out at Progo. To hit 21
Fred transfer back. "Well done friends."
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Thalron extracts the greatsword from the dead troglodyte and wipes its’ putrid blood off on its’ own scales. He retrieves his thrown javelins and cleans them in a like manner.
”Thanks.” He says to all with a nod to Mara for the diversion.
He grimaces a bit as he inspects the couple of wounds he received. Not too bad, he thinks to himself.
”Perhaps we can take a short rest after we find out what’s in that chest down there.” Pointing towards the Southern chamber. “That will give me time to tend to these minor injuries and attune to this new Dancing Sword. But I am not that hurt, nor have we needed the dancing sword before now, so it’s really up to the party if we slow down or not.”
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
"Progo feels the same way. If we do rest, Progo suggest we go back a room or two and leave screaming rock warning. Don't need ugly multi head terror sneaking up on us." He looks back at Mara, "Good thinking not using Progo's image in distraction, wouldn't have helped to have the think run in fright again! Could you tie a rope around the chest with your little fan of parlor tricks so we could possibly pull the chest to us? And you could steady if from tipping, so if anything breakable inside doesn't fall over."
"Bravo, Sir Moltenaxe!" Mara applauded Thalron's display of strength, "You certainly earned every right for taking a rest. Besides, a cord affixed to a dancing sword would prove useful for a number of things, such as being told to impale itself upon a treasure chest out of reach so that you could draw it to yourself."
Mara joined Progo in examining the next room before, fan in hand.
"Curious, that an amphibious creature would choose to take his last stand here, when the water he could hide in was so so close. Quite a shame our little friend chose to live his last breath in violence, rather than turning from his ways when there's no one else left in his little clan..."
"...unless you would presume the chest contains a fragile clutch of their young," Mara raises an eyebrow.
"Why don't you cast the fallen warrior's body on the water and see what the situation is all about?"
Mara made eyes at Progo and flashed him a smile.
"I would do it, but I am but someone with mere parlor tricks. Mere smoke and mirrors couldn't possibly help here, and getting my hands dirty would dirty the effects I command with a most awful stench."
Progo recalls hearing of magic that coukd clean and dry clothes with a snap of a finger, and wonders if pushing Mara in the water would be worth the cost. A contemplating expression is on Progo's face as he realizes that Mara does seem to make stupid mistakes, like the door earlier, and the flower gateway.
"So a rest it is? After chest that is." He looks at the butterfly and with a questioning look nods his head towards the rope on his pack.
"Mister Progo, I know that look in your eye. It is that same determination you had when you solved that dreadful Knight's riddle by yourself. And you had that same look when you thought to turn to fire against the monster before I thought of it. Therefore, I shall defer to your knowledge just this once."
Mara closes her fan with a louder than normal sound and puts it away before meeting his look, before taking the rope he offered.
She takes the rope in one hand and commands it with telekinesis on the other, tying it to the chest as Progo asked before handing him back the rope with a thud.
"But if you wish to make any further requests for my power, I expect an apology and a thank you."
Walking off to the side, Mara gets ready to steady the treasure chest as he pulls it along with Mage Hand.
Progo hands the rope to Thalron. "Bad back you know." He walks over to the butterfly and leans causally against the wall with crossbow loaded and generally pointed towards the water, "Progo? apologize? For what? Progo didn't even push her in.
WHAT? What's wrong with parlor tricks? They are exciting, nobody get hurt and everyone is trying to figure out how it's done. Tieing a rope around a box is not ohh ahh magic tricks.
Well that's uncalled for. Do you talk to your mother with that tone?
Well Progo's sorry to hear that, Progo sure she was lovely. "
Thalron grabs the rope with both hands and pulls the rope taunt. He then begins applying increasing pressure to pull the chest using arms, shoulders, back, and legs. Steadily dialing up the force required to see if the chest will dislodge from its position and begin to slide on the ground towards his location.
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
The chest seems to be stuck, give me a Strength check.
Strength check: 15
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
“I might need some help here …” Thalron strains.
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
Still not moving.
Progo moves back to the waters edge, looks in the water trying to guage its depth and other characteristics is anything seems out of the ordinary. How far is the water stretch.
Perception: 7
Progo will roll the body into the water to see if anything happens .
When the corpse makes contact with the puddle it doesn’t splash like one would expect; it acts more solid. An amorphous protuberance quickly lashes out at Progo. To hit 21
9 bludgeoning and 6 acid damage
Roll initiative
Creature: -1
That’s it’s initiative
Progo's initiative: 18
Thalron’s Initiative: 17
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain