Daisy's body sags as she eventually finds the inner strength to shrug off the effects of the strange ray of the guardian. "A rest? Yeah, sounds like a good idea."
The druid wanders over to Barakor and gives the wolf a praising pat to his back. "Such a brave boy!"She then looks up at the wolf-like creature, giving it an unsure look. "And who do we have here?"
(Not sure what check it would be, but rolled a 6 to try to identify the wolf-like creature. Regardless, I'm sure that does nothing for me so...)
"Was this one trapped too!?" she asks the others, noting the sigils on the floor similar to those beneath the snake-beard demon. "Uh, maybe that was for a reason..?"Daisy glances again uneasily toward the large wolf.
The Big She Wolf manages to stop rolling around uselessly on the floor around the same time Daisy manages to overcome her paralysis.
The druid cannot quite understand what beast it is... and, in truth, not even whether it is a beast - because despite its canine appearance, the head is different - and the awareness with which Big She Wolf looks at her is different. The dwarf has the impression that the other understood her words... and that she was not particularly satisfied with them.
The beast assumes an aggressive posture, baring its teeth and growling softly...
Barakor is immediately at Daisy's side and assumes an identical attitude - although given the difference in size he almost gives the impression of a puppy...
For Clas:
A voice in Clas' mind asks, urgently: "Master! What did this creature mean!? Does it intend to imprison me again!? Tell it to run for its life, or I'll swallow it in one gulp..."
Tarysaa will slowly walk an arc of the Eastern side to make certain there are no further surprises in the shadowy corners of the main 'arena'. If nothing untoward happens on her journey, she will work her way over to the central northern door. And, if anyone happens to wander within 10 feet of her, she will use Prestidigitation to clean their kit and clothing as best as possible.
(( OOC: sorry.. clicked a roll unintentionally... I was looking to see what might be proper 'for exploring'... perhaps, Perception? but I'll take it.... Investigation: 6 for what it's worth ))
Without taking his eyes off of Ardana, Clas yells, “Lady Baskers doesn’t like your tone, Daisy! She’s smart and for now, with us! Question is Ardana, are you? Let’s take a walk.” Clas swings Barrel across his back and puts his arm around Ardana in a friendly manner to walk her away from the snake fiend and its prison. “Hahahaha! Ardana did I ever tell you the time I was at the tavern drinking and…” He keeps his grip on Ale.
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Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
The Big She Wolf seems to calm down a little; she relaxes her posture slightly and, despite occasionally casting less than reassuring glances at Daisy and Barakor, moves to Clas' side.
For Class:
The telepathic voice speaks again in the brave warrior's mind: "The name is Balfby, by the way. Is this tiefling giving you trouble, master? We could have some fun with her... I can approach as if nothing had happened, pretending to want just smell her - you know, like those stupid wolves do - everyone here seems to have mistaken me for an overgrown wolf... then treacherously bite her, instead! With me on one side, you on the other... she won't stand a chance! Let's take her down, master! It's been a long time since I had the pleasure of killing prey..."
"...let me regale you with a tale of one wild night in a tavern that earned me a reputation like no other!"
Clas begins his story, his words punctuated by laughter. "Hahahaha! You see, on this particular evening, I had a few too many tankards of ale. I was in high spirits, and it seemed like a fantastic idea to climb up onto a table. But, Ardana, that's not the best part!"
He continues, his enthusiasm growing. "I drew my trusty sword, Ale, and with one mighty swing, I meant to perform a grand gesture. However, my aim was a tad off, and instead of slicing through the air with grace, I managed to cut one of the ropes holding a massive gong in the air. Well, Ardana, that gong, you see, it didn't just fall gracefully. Oh no! It crashed to the ground with a resounding boom. But that wasn't the end of it! The gong rolled across the tavern, knocking over tables and chairs, sending tankards of ale and plates of food flying through the air."
Hahahaha! Clas erupts into laughter, unable to contain his own amusement. "By the time that gong had finished its wild roll through the tavern, the place looked like it had weathered a storm. Patrons were in disarray, some were even fighting each other, and there I was, passed out on the only table left standing."
Clas pauses for a moment, reflecting on the memory. "I woke up the next morning, amidst the wreckage, and quietly slipped away, leaving behind a tavern that would never forget the night Clas and his gong turned it upside down! Hahahaha!"
Clas keeps walking Ardana away from the weird beard fiend and its prison, back to the rest of the group near the entrance. He never takes his eyes off of Ardana.
You kill when I tell you, Lady Balfby Baskers. Who and when I say or I kill you. What do you know about the other prisoner, my Lady?
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Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
"You are the master, and I obey you. But I am no slave, master... You had better treat me well, with consideration for my needs, and give me frequent opportunities to kill and hunt, because it is for the pleasure of the hunt that I was born and I live. Don't misunderstand our relationship, which is more of alliance than servitude. And if our relationship were to break down one bad day, then we would find out who is killing who".
After a pause: "But since our relationship is holding, for now... other prisoners, you ask? Yes, there are some. You can find them in the westernmost cells of this same hall. But they are not creatures whose liberation I would recommend".
Meanwhile, Tarysaa completes her reconnaissance of the eastern part of the hall.
The elf wizard encounters three other large alcoves, similar to those that contained the canine freed by Clas.
Of these three new alcoves:
The one to the south: It seems completely empty, seen from the outside.
The one to the east: It seems completely empty, seen from the outside, except for a 10' diameter circle on the ground, inscribed with sigils whose color seems to gradually change from silvery to very light blue depending on the direction from which you look at them. Within the circle is a shimmering portal that fires arcane lilac lightning at regular intervals - emitting a faint whisper as of a distant wind, which is only audible due to the perfect stillness of the chamber.
The one to the north: It seems completely empty, seen from the outside. Inserted into the wall, just before the entrance, at a height of about 5' above the ground, is a small silver stand (vaguely resembling the arm of a candelabrum), which supports a sort of tiny saucer (also made of silver).
If Tarysaa wants to enter any or take the time to examine them, roll for Perception and Investigation.
Visibly slouching from exhaustion Nim starts to walk towards the entrance they came from and says to Clas.
”Clas my friend I thirst for adventure almost as much as you do, however I don’t think we can carry on like this much more. I fear we must retreat for now and explore this place when everyone is a bit more rejuvenated. What does everyone think? Should we return to town and recap our findings as we rest? Or go for the quicker approach and set up a safe area in the rooms above us for a long rest?”
Looking at Nim, Clas’ eyes narrow as he casts a cautious glance in Lady Basker’s direction. Hahahaha! Good idea Nim! Tell the others to get ready. Clas flexes his fingers that are around the hilt of Ale. It’s already time for more Ale.
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Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
Lady Basker follows Clas... so, apparently, she will follow the rest of the party too - unless someone intends to do something to prevent it.
Meanwhile, Tarysaa focused on carefully analyzing the alcoves to the east, discovers:
Southern Alcove: nothing special... it just seems empty.
Eastern Alcove: the shimmering portal that fires arcane lilac lightning at regular intervals reminds Tarysaa of news she had heard about rune circles capable of acting as teleportation nodes... By means of powerful spells you can create them... This could be such a portal.
Northern Alcove: The room is so desolately empty that Tarysaa doesn't even waste time entering it - it's obvious there's nothing there.
Daisy rests a hand atop Barakor. "Easy, boy," she says, attempting to calm the wolf. The dwarf eases her posture but still keeps her eyes on Lady Baskers."So, you understand me then? Good. As long as you keep those teeth and paws of yours off of us, then we won't be having a problem. Ya hear?" she says to the large hound firmly.
"Well, I'm gonna go rest. If y'all want to keep poking your nose around down here until it gets bit off... good luck. I hope I don't come back to any of your bodies." Daisy starts towards the door. "C'mon, Barakor."
(OOC: was sick yesterday and didn't get on, sorry)
When Xomox expires, Ardana speaks up to the rest:
"The fiend there was trying to get me to release him in exchange for help with killing the eye beast, and help with Dobbian. We've taken care of the eye beast ourselves, I didn't speak earlier because.I didn't want to alert the eye beast to our intentions. The urgency for releasing the fiend is gone - let's gather ourselves and return upstairs. Can someone speak to the Wolf?"
Ardana will collect her javelins and return upstairs with Daisy. (Does Daisy have a flag? If not Ardana will assist). "We can retire to the throne roome for our rest and we can talk about our next steps."
(OOC: Daisy has a yellow flag, but not a purple one.)
"I think anyone can speak to it, but seems like Clas has some sort of special connection with it," Daisy replies as Aradana approaches the door. "I don't know about the thrown room though. Nim's right. Might as well get comfortable in those beds up there."
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“Ah Barrels! I need to retrieve my hand axes. Hahahaha!” Clas swings Barrel off his back and turns to head west toward his hand axes. “Nim! We need to work out hand signals,” as he passes the she-wolf, turns and strikes her with Ale! “How more obvious did I need to be! Hahahaha!”
Ale attack 16 damage 8
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Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
"By all the Gods, Clas! What are you thinking!" Near reflexively, Tarysaa gulps a breath as she mutters a word of power. Flinging her hand outward, three glowing darts of magical energy shoot into the Yeth Hound's side.
Magic Missile 1st lvl
1 - 3 pts 2 - 4 pts 3 - 5 pts (force dmg)
She leaps backward to get some distance between herself and any potential jaws or claws. Cursing under her breath, she prepares for continued disaster.
Clas' attack catches Big She Wolf completely unprepared and Ale scores, cutting the flesh and leaving a wound...
...which she heals instantly as soon as the blade has passed. Not the slightest trace of the cut remains on her skin.
The beast looks at her ex-master with surprise and hatred, then bares its fangs!
(OOC: Clas caught Big She Wolf by surprise, but the rest of the party migh not have read Clas' intentions. Let's say echa character can try a DC 10 Insight check. The characters who pas the check can act in the surprise round, like Clas did, and attack Big She Wolf directly - or do whatever they want... Anyway, let's roll all for initiative. if Tarysaa gets her suprise round, we will keep the action she posted. If not, if she on her turn decides to cast magic missile all the same, we keep the damage she rolled valid).
For Ardana
The fiend speak yet again in our heroine's mind: "So no need for me, huh? You sure? Or time to get a little help, finally?"
Starting positions (at least as I imagine them... given that most of the party was heading for the door, Tarysaa had just finished checking the alcoves, then Clas pretended to go back for his axes and surprise-attacked Big She Wolf):
Daisy's body sags as she eventually finds the inner strength to shrug off the effects of the strange ray of the guardian. "A rest? Yeah, sounds like a good idea."
The druid wanders over to Barakor and gives the wolf a praising pat to his back. "Such a brave boy!" She then looks up at the wolf-like creature, giving it an unsure look. "And who do we have here?"
(Not sure what check it would be, but rolled a 6 to try to identify the wolf-like creature. Regardless, I'm sure that does nothing for me so...)
"Was this one trapped too!?" she asks the others, noting the sigils on the floor similar to those beneath the snake-beard demon. "Uh, maybe that was for a reason..?" Daisy glances again uneasily toward the large wolf.
The Big She Wolf manages to stop rolling around uselessly on the floor around the same time Daisy manages to overcome her paralysis.
The druid cannot quite understand what beast it is... and, in truth, not even whether it is a beast - because despite its canine appearance, the head is different - and the awareness with which Big She Wolf looks at her is different. The dwarf has the impression that the other understood her words... and that she was not particularly satisfied with them.
The beast assumes an aggressive posture, baring its teeth and growling softly...
Barakor is immediately at Daisy's side and assumes an identical attitude - although given the difference in size he almost gives the impression of a puppy...
For Clas:
A voice in Clas' mind asks, urgently: "Master! What did this creature mean!? Does it intend to imprison me again!? Tell it to run for its life, or I'll swallow it in one gulp..."
Tarysaa will slowly walk an arc of the Eastern side to make certain there are no further surprises in the shadowy corners of the main 'arena'. If nothing untoward happens on her journey, she will work her way over to the central northern door. And, if anyone happens to wander within 10 feet of her, she will use Prestidigitation to clean their kit and clothing as best as possible.
(( OOC: sorry.. clicked a roll unintentionally... I was looking to see what might be proper 'for exploring'... perhaps, Perception?
but I'll take it.... Investigation: 6 for what it's worth ))
Without taking his eyes off of Ardana, Clas yells, “Lady Baskers doesn’t like your tone, Daisy! She’s smart and for now, with us! Question is Ardana, are you? Let’s take a walk.” Clas swings Barrel across his back and puts his arm around Ardana in a friendly manner to walk her away from the snake fiend and its prison. “Hahahaha! Ardana did I ever tell you the time I was at the tavern drinking and…” He keeps his grip on Ale.
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
The Big She Wolf seems to calm down a little; she relaxes her posture slightly and, despite occasionally casting less than reassuring glances at Daisy and Barakor, moves to Clas' side.
For Class:
The telepathic voice speaks again in the brave warrior's mind: "The name is Balfby, by the way. Is this tiefling giving you trouble, master? We could have some fun with her... I can approach as if nothing had happened, pretending to want just smell her - you know, like those stupid wolves do - everyone here seems to have mistaken me for an overgrown wolf... then treacherously bite her, instead! With me on one side, you on the other... she won't stand a chance! Let's take her down, master! It's been a long time since I had the pleasure of killing prey..."
The canine wags her tail, excited.
"...let me regale you with a tale of one wild night in a tavern that earned me a reputation like no other!"
Clas begins his story, his words punctuated by laughter. "Hahahaha! You see, on this particular evening, I had a few too many tankards of ale. I was in high spirits, and it seemed like a fantastic idea to climb up onto a table. But, Ardana, that's not the best part!"
He continues, his enthusiasm growing. "I drew my trusty sword, Ale, and with one mighty swing, I meant to perform a grand gesture. However, my aim was a tad off, and instead of slicing through the air with grace, I managed to cut one of the ropes holding a massive gong in the air. Well, Ardana, that gong, you see, it didn't just fall gracefully. Oh no! It crashed to the ground with a resounding boom. But that wasn't the end of it! The gong rolled across the tavern, knocking over tables and chairs, sending tankards of ale and plates of food flying through the air."
Hahahaha! Clas erupts into laughter, unable to contain his own amusement. "By the time that gong had finished its wild roll through the tavern, the place looked like it had weathered a storm. Patrons were in disarray, some were even fighting each other, and there I was, passed out on the only table left standing."
Clas pauses for a moment, reflecting on the memory. "I woke up the next morning, amidst the wreckage, and quietly slipped away, leaving behind a tavern that would never forget the night Clas and his gong turned it upside down! Hahahaha!"
Clas keeps walking Ardana away from the weird beard fiend and its prison, back to the rest of the group near the entrance. He never takes his eyes off of Ardana.
You kill when I tell you, Lady Balfby Baskers. Who and when I say or I kill you. What do you know about the other prisoner, my Lady?
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
For Class:
"You are the master, and I obey you. But I am no slave, master... You had better treat me well, with consideration for my needs, and give me frequent opportunities to kill and hunt, because it is for the pleasure of the hunt that I was born and I live. Don't misunderstand our relationship, which is more of alliance than servitude. And if our relationship were to break down one bad day, then we would find out who is killing who".
After a pause: "But since our relationship is holding, for now... other prisoners, you ask? Yes, there are some. You can find them in the westernmost cells of this same hall. But they are not creatures whose liberation I would recommend".
Meanwhile, Tarysaa completes her reconnaissance of the eastern part of the hall.
The elf wizard encounters three other large alcoves, similar to those that contained the canine freed by Clas.
Of these three new alcoves:
The one to the south:
It seems completely empty, seen from the outside.
The one to the east:
It seems completely empty, seen from the outside, except for a 10' diameter circle on the ground, inscribed with sigils whose color seems to gradually change from silvery to very light blue depending on the direction from which you look at them. Within the circle is a shimmering portal that fires arcane lilac lightning at regular intervals - emitting a faint whisper as of a distant wind, which is only audible due to the perfect stillness of the chamber.
The one to the north:
It seems completely empty, seen from the outside. Inserted into the wall, just before the entrance, at a height of about 5' above the ground, is a small silver stand (vaguely resembling the arm of a candelabrum), which supports a sort of tiny saucer (also made of silver).
If Tarysaa wants to enter any or take the time to examine them, roll for Perception and Investigation.
Visibly slouching from exhaustion Nim starts to walk towards the entrance they came from and says to Clas.
”Clas my friend I thirst for adventure almost as much as you do, however I don’t think we can carry on like this much more. I fear we must retreat for now and explore this place when everyone is a bit more rejuvenated. What does everyone think? Should we return to town and recap our findings as we rest? Or go for the quicker approach and set up a safe area in the rooms above us for a long rest?”
Looking at Nim, Clas’ eyes narrow as he casts a cautious glance in Lady Basker’s direction. Hahahaha! Good idea Nim! Tell the others to get ready. Clas flexes his fingers that are around the hilt of Ale. It’s already time for more Ale.
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
‘Hmm I wonder if the she wolf will follow us, or even be able to…’
”Come on everyone let’s make our way back upstairs. I say we set up camp in the room with all those comfy looking beds.”
Southern Alcove >>> Investigation: 13 Perception: 5
Eastern Alcove >>> Investigation: 23 Perception: 13
Northern Alcove >>> Investigation: 6 Perception: 4
Between being nearly burned to death and the ordeal with Xomox, Tarysaa has had a day!
Lady Basker follows Clas... so, apparently, she will follow the rest of the party too - unless someone intends to do something to prevent it.
Meanwhile, Tarysaa focused on carefully analyzing the alcoves to the east, discovers:
Southern Alcove: nothing special... it just seems empty.
Eastern Alcove: the shimmering portal that fires arcane lilac lightning at regular intervals reminds Tarysaa of news she had heard about rune circles capable of acting as teleportation nodes... By means of powerful spells you can create them... This could be such a portal.
Northern Alcove: The room is so desolately empty that Tarysaa doesn't even waste time entering it - it's obvious there's nothing there.
Daisy rests a hand atop Barakor. "Easy, boy," she says, attempting to calm the wolf. The dwarf eases her posture but still keeps her eyes on Lady Baskers. "So, you understand me then? Good. As long as you keep those teeth and paws of yours off of us, then we won't be having a problem. Ya hear?" she says to the large hound firmly.
"Well, I'm gonna go rest. If y'all want to keep poking your nose around down here until it gets bit off... good luck. I hope I don't come back to any of your bodies." Daisy starts towards the door. "C'mon, Barakor."
(OOC: was sick yesterday and didn't get on, sorry)
When Xomox expires, Ardana speaks up to the rest:
"The fiend there was trying to get me to release him in exchange for help with killing the eye beast, and help with Dobbian. We've taken care of the eye beast ourselves, I didn't speak earlier because.I didn't want to alert the eye beast to our intentions. The urgency for releasing the fiend is gone - let's gather ourselves and return upstairs. Can someone speak to the Wolf?"
Ardana will collect her javelins and return upstairs with Daisy. (Does Daisy have a flag? If not Ardana will assist). "We can retire to the throne roome for our rest and we can talk about our next steps."
(OOC: Daisy has a yellow flag, but not a purple one.)
"I think anyone can speak to it, but seems like Clas has some sort of special connection with it," Daisy replies as Aradana approaches the door. "I don't know about the thrown room though. Nim's right. Might as well get comfortable in those beds up there."
“Ah Barrels! I need to retrieve my hand axes. Hahahaha!” Clas swings Barrel off his back and turns to head west toward his hand axes. “Nim! We need to work out hand signals,” as he passes the she-wolf, turns and strikes her with Ale! “How more obvious did I need to be! Hahahaha!”
Ale attack 16 damage 8
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
"By all the Gods, Clas! What are you thinking!" Near reflexively, Tarysaa gulps a breath as she mutters a word of power. Flinging her hand outward, three glowing darts of magical energy shoot into the Yeth Hound's side.Magic Missile 1st lvl1 - 3 pts 2 - 4 pts 3 - 5 pts (force dmg)She leaps backward to get some distance between herself and any potential jaws or claws. Cursing under her breath, she prepares for continued disaster.Clas' attack catches Big She Wolf completely unprepared and Ale scores, cutting the flesh and leaving a wound...
...which she heals instantly as soon as the blade has passed. Not the slightest trace of the cut remains on her skin.
The beast looks at her ex-master with surprise and hatred, then bares its fangs!
(OOC: Clas caught Big She Wolf by surprise, but the rest of the party migh not have read Clas' intentions. Let's say echa character can try a DC 10 Insight check. The characters who pas the check can act in the surprise round, like Clas did, and attack Big She Wolf directly - or do whatever they want... Anyway, let's roll all for initiative. if Tarysaa gets her suprise round, we will keep the action she posted. If not, if she on her turn decides to cast magic missile all the same, we keep the damage she rolled valid).
For Ardana
The fiend speak yet again in our heroine's mind: "So no need for me, huh? You sure? Or time to get a little help, finally?"
Starting positions (at least as I imagine them... given that most of the party was heading for the door, Tarysaa had just finished checking the alcoves, then Clas pretended to go back for his axes and surprise-attacked Big She Wolf):
Big She Wolf's Initiative: 5
Ilwythe's Initiative: 16