Roo's head jerks from side to side as he deciphers what his happening. There's so much chaos as the woman shouts, attacks are thrown (and landed), a hammer practically the same size as him goes whizzing by him in a blur, and then Wilfred leaps onto the table like some contented layer hen who's seen a weasel. Even as he dances about, asking himself questions like 'wuh' and 'wat' and 'wut', he feels the undead teeth of one of the rats as it gets after this feet.
A veteran of dozens of battles on his homefront, the rooster is not easily distracted from what his goal should be; the elimination of the enemy leader, who just so happens to be the most dangerous enemy combatant on the battlefield at the moment. He reels as he lands, stumbling momentarily, looking pale as a sheet and dead on his feet, before he rallies himself and comes out from under the table.
"Die you withered, dried up hag!" He screams as he leaps into the air after her. "You've never done something so important as lay an egg in your clucking life! Buck!"
The beam of blue-white ice sends a chill through the woman's body and you watch as she is wracked with it. After catching her breath from the frost bite, she has just a moment as she is stabbed to death by the chicken. She looks at Roo'Stor in disbelief as her body falls before him. "Myrkul...."
Wilfred barley registers the old woman dying. He is to transfixed by the monstrosities skittering about. Normal rodents are bad enough, but Undead rodents? He attacks with his glaive, as he moves further away from the rodents, towards the door. "God.... damn.... rats....!"
Action: Attack with Glaive - To Hit 9, damage 12 Movement: Up-right, then around towards the door, avoiding the rats.
Virro never registered the rats before, all of his focus was on the old crone. “Rats? Not rats! I can’t stand them!” He sees, they are undead versions of the real thing, and some of his courage returns. “They are undead, I can turn them, and we can get out of here! Don’t hit them after I do this, let’s just leave!”
Virro holds his arm up and flexes his sinewy bicep, pointing the blackened wood disc laced into his glove toward the group of rats, a slight tremble in his voice as he says, “Begone from here, you are worthless and despicable, you hold no secrets! Begone from here I say!”
Action : Turn undead, rats must make a Wisdom saving through, DC 13 or they are turned for 1 minute. If successful, Virro moves one step south, planning to make it out of the opening and down the hall, once the traffic jam has cleared.
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Reed looks at Wilfred and Virro heading for the exit and assumes something big must be coming.
He risks peeking around the pillar to see what ferocious monster is upon them.
Reed pauses for the briefest of moments.
”Is it invisible? I just see those really scrawny rats. But hey, the old crone looks like she won’t be bothering anyone any more.”
Not realizing the rats are the enemy still, Reed walks over, avoiding any rats in his way to take a closer look at the dead woman and any bits of coin or whatnot she might have.
If the rats are turned Archie will go on over to the old woman's corpse and poke around a little bit, "myrkul? I wonder if that's one of the three dead guys or something?" She mutters as she looks over the corpse and examines the head on the table, (investigation 6)
The rats scurry and trip over each other as they scurry their way around Roo and into the rubble behind, finding every nook and cranny to get as far from Virro as possible.
With the enemies gone for the next minute, Reed checks over the old woman while the IronMaiden looks over the corpse on the table.
Roo staggers over to the fallen body of the crone and gives her a good look over.
"Disgusting." He says, eyeballing her for a moment before reaching down to get a beakful of hair to pull on. He pulls and tugs and kicks at the woman's scalp while Reed loots her pockets. "These featherless females are vile, repugnant things. How in the world can anyone bring themselves to add one of these brutish fiends to their hen house? By Gallus, she doesn't even have a soft, feathered bottom! What an abomination!"
He reels back, stumbles again, then saunters off after Wilfred.
Reed looks at Roo while exploring the pockets and pouches of the crone.
"You okay there Roo," Reed asks. "You're looking a touch unsteady on your feet. The crimson blood on your feathers is quite striking though.""
Reed then holds up locked black leather bound book and a skull shaped flail.
"They go all in on the symbols, don't they?" Reed says indicating the skull. Then looks at the book and the lock. "Spellbook? That might fetch a nice bit of coin."
He then does a quick check of the room for any doorways or concealed passages they might have missed.
As Roo pulls at the woman's hair, a key falls out of it and onto the ground. He cocks his head sideways and looks at it, sways a bit, then picks it up to stuff it in his cuirass. He doesn't hide this from anyone; it's clear he's picked something up.
"Me?" Roo says as he stumbles toward where they'd come into the room. "Never better. I am absolutely fit as a spring cockerel."
He sways as he stops to survey their surroundings.
Virro says to the others, “You are taking too long, out of this room, now! Those r r rats will be back in moment. We need to leave.” Virro presses past Wilfred and Corlith and makes his way down the hall, turning to the right. He tries to move quietly and pads carefully.
Stealth : 17
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"A key?" Reed says, seeing what Roo just pocketed. "And I've got a lock right here on this book."
Reed looks around the room a moment, and not finding anything else, decides they might as well leave with the others before Wilfred and Virro's fear of rats and all the noise they're making about it brings the rest of this complex down on their heads.
"What if it was a cute white rat?" Reed asks when he catches up with the others.
He continues down to the door and listens for a moment for anything on the other side, then gives the lock a quick check for traps.
Virro gives a visible shiver. “No such thing exists. The only good in them is when it is used in an experiment.” He rounds the corner to look ahead with his darkvision.
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Corlith merely stands in the doorway to the room, moving to the side to let the others passed as he stares at the nooks and crannies that the undead rats escaped through.
"They are an abomination, a desecration of the natural order, and should have been destroyed", he says absently, but as they have all fled there is nothing to be done.
He backs out of the room, and follows the others, looking back over his shoulder more than once as they wait by the next door to see if it is safe to enter. Noticing Roo looking even worse than before, but seemingly too proud to raise it, he decides to take measures himself.
"Whatever we find next, we should deal with it and then stop for a moment. Allow us all to gather our strength again ready for what is to come".
Ironmaiden had been poking at the head in the table for a while before seeming to go into a daydream, the suit of armour standing like a statue for a moment before shaking its head and Archie brings herself back to reality, "oh! Reed! Where we off to then?" She asks as she hurried on over to the door providing just a little more light for the little guy.
As Reed opens the door, those that can see past the halfling into the small room beyond, can see a large rat scurrying around the room apparently looking for food. As the door opens and the light from the lantern and Archie's flame pour in, the rat stops it's scurrying and looks up at Reed, nose twitching.
As you peer in a bit farther, you see there is a tunnel that leads from the small room to your right (West).
"Nothing to worry about here," Reed says. "It looks like a friendly creature this time around."
Reed steps into the room slowly.
"Hi," Reed says to the rat. He then reaches around in his pack and pulls out a bit of jerky and offers it to the rat. "I think I'd find another set of tunnels to live in if I were you. The folk around here seem to like turning your kind into little walking skeletons."
Reed is tempted to try and make a pet of the rat but decides that might be cruel to both the rat and Virro and Wilfred. Now if it had been IronMaiden with a fear of rats, that might have been a different situation.
"Nothing's here trying to kill us and there's a door we can close" Reed says to the others, thinking this might be a spot to put their feet up for a bit.
He then indicates the tunnel to the west with a nod of his head. "Virro, Corlith, how about you use those shiny see in the dark eyes of yours to go have a peek and see if we have to worry about anything coming from that way."
He pauses for a moment then looks serious. "Has anyone been keeping track of how to get back out if we have to go in a hurry?"
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Roo's head jerks from side to side as he deciphers what his happening. There's so much chaos as the woman shouts, attacks are thrown (and landed), a hammer practically the same size as him goes whizzing by him in a blur, and then Wilfred leaps onto the table like some contented layer hen who's seen a weasel. Even as he dances about, asking himself questions like 'wuh' and 'wat' and 'wut', he feels the undead teeth of one of the rats as it gets after this feet.
A veteran of dozens of battles on his homefront, the rooster is not easily distracted from what his goal should be; the elimination of the enemy leader, who just so happens to be the most dangerous enemy combatant on the battlefield at the moment. He reels as he lands, stumbling momentarily, looking pale as a sheet and dead on his feet, before he rallies himself and comes out from under the table.
"Die you withered, dried up hag!" He screams as he leaps into the air after her. "You've never done something so important as lay an egg in your clucking life! Buck!"
He lashes savagely with his sword...
Attack: 18
Damage: 9
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The beam of blue-white ice sends a chill through the woman's body and you watch as she is wracked with it. After catching her breath from the frost bite, she has just a moment as she is stabbed to death by the chicken. She looks at Roo'Stor in disbelief as her body falls before him. "Myrkul...."
“Yeah Roo, in your face you poseur!” Virro grins and gives a thumbs up as she drops, squeezing his fist tight in his glove.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Wilfred barley registers the old woman dying. He is to transfixed by the monstrosities skittering about. Normal rodents are bad enough, but Undead rodents? He attacks with his glaive, as he moves further away from the rodents, towards the door. "God.... damn.... rats....!"
Action: Attack with Glaive - To Hit 9, damage 12
Movement: Up-right, then around towards the door, avoiding the rats.
Virro never registered the rats before, all of his focus was on the old crone. “Rats? Not rats! I can’t stand them!” He sees, they are undead versions of the real thing, and some of his courage returns. “They are undead, I can turn them, and we can get out of here! Don’t hit them after I do this, let’s just leave!”
Virro holds his arm up and flexes his sinewy bicep, pointing the blackened wood disc laced into his glove toward the group of rats, a slight tremble in his voice as he says, “Begone from here, you are worthless and despicable, you hold no secrets! Begone from here I say!”
Action : Turn undead, rats must make a Wisdom saving through, DC 13 or they are turned for 1 minute. If successful, Virro moves one step south, planning to make it out of the opening and down the hall, once the traffic jam has cleared.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Reed looks at Wilfred and Virro heading for the exit and assumes something big must be coming.
He risks peeking around the pillar to see what ferocious monster is upon them.
Reed pauses for the briefest of moments.
”Is it invisible? I just see those really scrawny rats. But hey, the old crone looks like she won’t be bothering anyone any more.”
Not realizing the rats are the enemy still, Reed walks over, avoiding any rats in his way to take a closer look at the dead woman and any bits of coin or whatnot she might have.
If the rats are turned Archie will go on over to the old woman's corpse and poke around a little bit, "myrkul? I wonder if that's one of the three dead guys or something?" She mutters as she looks over the corpse and examines the head on the table, (investigation 6)
The rats scurry and trip over each other as they scurry their way around Roo and into the rubble behind, finding every nook and cranny to get as far from Virro as possible.
With the enemies gone for the next minute, Reed checks over the old woman while the IronMaiden looks over the corpse on the table.
Combat is over.... for now.
Roo staggers over to the fallen body of the crone and gives her a good look over.
"Disgusting." He says, eyeballing her for a moment before reaching down to get a beakful of hair to pull on. He pulls and tugs and kicks at the woman's scalp while Reed loots her pockets. "These featherless females are vile, repugnant things. How in the world can anyone bring themselves to add one of these brutish fiends to their hen house? By Gallus, she doesn't even have a soft, feathered bottom! What an abomination!"
He reels back, stumbles again, then saunters off after Wilfred.
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Reed looks at Roo while exploring the pockets and pouches of the crone.
"You okay there Roo," Reed asks. "You're looking a touch unsteady on your feet. The crimson blood on your feathers is quite striking though.""
Reed then holds up locked black leather bound book and a skull shaped flail.
"They go all in on the symbols, don't they?" Reed says indicating the skull. Then looks at the book and the lock. "Spellbook? That might fetch a nice bit of coin."
He then does a quick check of the room for any doorways or concealed passages they might have missed.
Perception: (16+5) = 21
As Roo pulls at the woman's hair, a key falls out of it and onto the ground. He cocks his head sideways and looks at it, sways a bit, then picks it up to stuff it in his cuirass. He doesn't hide this from anyone; it's clear he's picked something up.
"Me?" Roo says as he stumbles toward where they'd come into the room. "Never better. I am absolutely fit as a spring cockerel."
He sways as he stops to survey their surroundings.
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Virro says to the others, “You are taking too long, out of this room, now! Those r r rats will be back in moment. We need to leave.” Virro presses past Wilfred and Corlith and makes his way down the hall, turning to the right. He tries to move quietly and pads carefully.
Stealth : 17
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"A key?" Reed says, seeing what Roo just pocketed. "And I've got a lock right here on this book."
Reed looks around the room a moment, and not finding anything else, decides they might as well leave with the others before Wilfred and Virro's fear of rats and all the noise they're making about it brings the rest of this complex down on their heads.
"What if it was a cute white rat?" Reed asks when he catches up with the others.
He continues down to the door and listens for a moment for anything on the other side, then gives the lock a quick check for traps.
Perception (listening): (18+5) = 23 Perception (traps): (19+5) = 24
Virro gives a visible shiver. “No such thing exists. The only good in them is when it is used in an experiment.” He rounds the corner to look ahead with his darkvision.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Corlith merely stands in the doorway to the room, moving to the side to let the others passed as he stares at the nooks and crannies that the undead rats escaped through.
"They are an abomination, a desecration of the natural order, and should have been destroyed", he says absently, but as they have all fled there is nothing to be done.
He backs out of the room, and follows the others, looking back over his shoulder more than once as they wait by the next door to see if it is safe to enter. Noticing Roo looking even worse than before, but seemingly too proud to raise it, he decides to take measures himself.
"Whatever we find next, we should deal with it and then stop for a moment. Allow us all to gather our strength again ready for what is to come".
Reed looks away from the door and at Wilfred and Virro then over at Roo who seems to be barely standing. He nods, listens again and smiles.
”I think it might be best if you three hang back a second,” Reed says to Wilfred, Virro and Roo.
He then opens the door and takes a look inside.
Ironmaiden had been poking at the head in the table for a while before seeming to go into a daydream, the suit of armour standing like a statue for a moment before shaking its head and Archie brings herself back to reality, "oh! Reed! Where we off to then?" She asks as she hurried on over to the door providing just a little more light for the little guy.
Virro says to Reed, “I’m pretty quiet, and I can see in the dark. I can go with you..”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As Reed opens the door, those that can see past the halfling into the small room beyond, can see a large rat scurrying around the room apparently looking for food. As the door opens and the light from the lantern and Archie's flame pour in, the rat stops it's scurrying and looks up at Reed, nose twitching.
As you peer in a bit farther, you see there is a tunnel that leads from the small room to your right (West).
Reed looks back at Virro and Wilfred and smiles.
"Nothing to worry about here," Reed says. "It looks like a friendly creature this time around."
Reed steps into the room slowly.
"Hi," Reed says to the rat. He then reaches around in his pack and pulls out a bit of jerky and offers it to the rat. "I think I'd find another set of tunnels to live in if I were you. The folk around here seem to like turning your kind into little walking skeletons."
Reed is tempted to try and make a pet of the rat but decides that might be cruel to both the rat and Virro and Wilfred. Now if it had been IronMaiden with a fear of rats, that might have been a different situation.
"Nothing's here trying to kill us and there's a door we can close" Reed says to the others, thinking this might be a spot to put their feet up for a bit.
He then indicates the tunnel to the west with a nod of his head. "Virro, Corlith, how about you use those shiny see in the dark eyes of yours to go have a peek and see if we have to worry about anything coming from that way."
He pauses for a moment then looks serious. "Has anyone been keeping track of how to get back out if we have to go in a hurry?"