While Ardana is still speaking, Clas and Nim take the lead and carefully move towards the half-open door just east of the group, peering inside.
It is a room with two beds against the west wall, two more against the east wall, a chest against the south wall and, in the middle, a small table with two stools. A glaive pokes from behind the chest - looking at that weapon, for some reason, makes you shiver...
In contrast to the chaos that reigns outside the door, the beds are made up neatly, with the sheets pulled tightly over the mattresses and the blankets folded neatly at the foot of the beds - even if the thick layer of dust that covers them betrays the long passage of time.
The chest is connected to the ground by a thick veil of cobwebs.
"Hey everyone! There are some cosy looking beds in here! Could be a nice place to hunker down."
Nim shouts to everyone as he looks in to the room with Clas before venturing in himself.
Keeping a close eye out for what may have made the cobwebs (Perception roll: 5) Nim conjures his mage hand and makes it move over to the unsettling looking glaive behind the chest and bring it closer.
"I don't like the look of those webs Clas old boy, lets be cautious here."
The torch thrown by Clas lands near the cobwebs, which promptly catch fire... the flames almost seemeager to extend to the wooden chest too!
Obviously, there is still plenty of time to turn them off, but... as soon as the warrior and the bard enter, another phenomenon occurs: the sound of a loud hand bell is immediately heard and keeps ringing continuously!
(OOC: Since this happens suddenly, Nim has not yet spent an action conjuring his magical hand - but he can do it, if he chooses to ignore the bell...)
Clas walks over and picks up the lit torch, having sheathed Ale yet again. "Sorry Ale, Hahahaha!" He then gives a solid kick to the treasure chest; swings barrel across his back and opens the chest. "I don't think we're going to find rest here..." he says to Nim.
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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.
"It sounds like a hand bell... I would think it was trying to summon someone like Elky... but, with it just going on and on and ... I agree. Let us release Lady Zentromya; corral the others and run like the Wild Hunt is on our tail. Maybe if we can make it back up to the throne room, we can catch our breath."
Cupping her hands to her mouth, she yells, "Clas. Nim. We are running back to the throne room! Make haste!"
Looking to Daisy and Ardana, "Okay ladies. Let's do this and try to save our skins and fulfill our promises to Lady Martha."
Clas, in the room, manages to recover the torch and prevent the flames from developing a real fire - moreover, with his quick kick, he opens the chest... and discovers that it contains a few spare blankets and clothes.
In the meantime, Nim has time to summon his magical hand and recover the glaive. Both Clas, next to whom the weapon passes, and Nim, who receives the weapon, realize that it gives off an inexplicable faint smell of sulfur.
In the meantime, an elven voice, from outside the room, shouts, for a few moments above the continuous din of the bell: "Clas. Nim. We are running back to the throne room! Make haste!"
Ardana, looking around, does not see any sign of response to the alarm... for now.
(OOC: So what? Do you want to free Zentromya? By doing what? Breaking the crystal?)
As soon as the tiefling paladin picks up the crystal, the runes go out and disappear and Zentromya, flapping her small wings happily, begins to follow her, telepathically congratulating everyone: "Well done! Thank you! And barely anything happened... Apart from that sound ... But it had already started before... What will it be? A signal? It certainly isn't music... it's so monotonous, annoying and unimaginative..."
Meanwhile the ape-like creature screams in turn to all of you in your mind: "Don't even think for a moment about leaving me here for another 250 years, you damned runts! I am the big chance of your life! Your ultimate luck! Free me and together no one will be able to stop us! Don't you dare leave me here, or I swear by Demogorgon's heads that when I free myself there will be no corner of the Multiverse remote enough for you to escape my revenge! Free me! Now!"
To the ape creature: "This prison has been secret for 250 years - it will not be secret now, there will be others coming for you to bargain with. That much we can do for you. But for our mission we will not risk failure for you."
To Zentromya: "This way lady, you may need to hold my hand, there are obscuring mists in the corridors outside."
Ardana (all weapons stowed) takes the purple flag in hand and walks to the stairway,, Zentromya in tow."
Lacking hands, Zentromya offers her trunk to Ardana, and follows, advising: "That brutish creature seems dangerous and ill-intentioned... Perhaps it would instead be better to keep this place as secret as possible. Or return ourselves, at a later time, after having brought your dead friend back to life... If we free that creature ourselves, perhaps I can manage to force it to return home, to its dimension - and stay there".
As you exit the colossal and devastated room, you pass again in front of the cell of the first fiend, who telepathically exclaims, pointing to the Glaive that Nim's blue magic hand is carrying: "Hey! That's mine ! If you give me back my weapon and my freedom, I will do anything for you!"
"Perhaps we should abstain from making 'future plans' until we survive getting out of HERE first."
Tarysaa turns toward the telepathic fiend, "You probably know my stance on fiends. I shall speak with some people who can decide your fate better than I. Trust me, it shall not take another 250 years to resolve your situation."
"Who needs a hand to grab?" as she waves the purple flag above her head.
Hahahaha! Clas keeps moving for the exit, torch in one hand, purple flag and Nim's hand in the other. "Ilwythe, I believe, still has one!" He calls out to Tarysaa. "That just leaves Daisy! Now, let's move! I half expect this cursed place to start falling on us! One last surprise! Hahahaha!"
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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.
Switch to the yellow flag when we are at the top of the stairs, then back to the spiral staircase then back up to the throne room. Use the lever to close the door to the spiral staircase behind us. Once we are in the throne room, do we want a short rest before we journey back? What time of day is it getting to? I think we're less than 2 hrs of travel from Martha, if I remember.
(OOC: The room where Nim found the glaive has no mist at all - but the fiend had no way to see in the room. Too far and not right angle of vision).
With the bell ringing continuously in the background, the party (which now includes Zentromya) follows the safe guidance of the tiefling paladin and, sharing the flags and changing them with level changes, arrives (ignoring yet another appearance of Elky at the base of the spiral staircase ) to the throne room.
No one has shown up to block your way and you are deciding whether to rest and continue... Yes, in fact, as far as you remember, only a march of just under two hours separates you from the Sharnshield Mansion. You have spent long hours exploring (and, on rare occasions, resting) in this mysterious and forgotten place. It is now definitely late afternoon, almost evening. The sun may set during your return (if it hasn't already set).
Up to you whether to rest and, perhaps, leave with daylight, or whether to begin the return journey immediately...
Clas is off to gather his horse and head for a bath, then a tavern, then a real bed. Hahahaha! Find me in the morning if you wish. I need a bath, a barrel of ale, and a bed! Hahahaha!
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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 Zentromya said she might help with some healing; which would be greatly appreciated. Plus, that would negate having to take a short rest."
Tarysaa looks around, "However, I bow to the needs of the party. While I still have a spell and cantrips of minor effect available and a goodly quiver of arrows, I know many are tapped out. And few have eyes to travel safely in the dark.
Stay or push on, I can do either at this point."
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While Ardana is still speaking, Clas and Nim take the lead and carefully move towards the half-open door just east of the group, peering inside.
It is a room with two beds against the west wall, two more against the east wall, a chest against the south wall and, in the middle, a small table with two stools. A glaive pokes from behind the chest - looking at that weapon, for some reason, makes you shiver...
In contrast to the chaos that reigns outside the door, the beds are made up neatly, with the sheets pulled tightly over the mattresses and the blankets folded neatly at the foot of the beds - even if the thick layer of dust that covers them betrays the long passage of time.
The chest is connected to the ground by a thick veil of cobwebs.
Do you wish to enter?
Clas tosses the torch at the cobweb covered chest, draws Ale and enters. Then thinks.
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
"Hey everyone! There are some cosy looking beds in here! Could be a nice place to hunker down."
Nim shouts to everyone as he looks in to the room with Clas before venturing in himself.
Keeping a close eye out for what may have made the cobwebs (Perception roll: 5) Nim conjures his mage hand and makes it move over to the unsettling looking glaive behind the chest and bring it closer.
"I don't like the look of those webs Clas old boy, lets be cautious here."
The torch thrown by Clas lands near the cobwebs, which promptly catch fire... the flames almost seemeager to extend to the wooden chest too!
Obviously, there is still plenty of time to turn them off, but... as soon as the warrior and the bard enter, another phenomenon occurs: the sound of a loud hand bell is immediately heard and keeps ringing continuously!
(OOC: Since this happens suddenly, Nim has not yet spent an action conjuring his magical hand - but he can do it, if he chooses to ignore the bell...)
Clas walks over and picks up the lit torch, having sheathed Ale yet again. "Sorry Ale, Hahahaha!" He then gives a solid kick to the treasure chest; swings barrel across his back and opens the chest. "I don't think we're going to find rest here..." he says to Nim.
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
(OOC: sorry for double post)
Ardana looks around, any sign of response to the alarm?
"OK, now we should free her and be gone. Or should we set off more alarms and trigger more guards first?"
"It sounds like a hand bell... I would think it was trying to summon someone like Elky... but, with it just going on and on and ... I agree. Let us release Lady Zentromya; corral the others and run like the Wild Hunt is on our tail. Maybe if we can make it back up to the throne room, we can catch our breath."
Cupping her hands to her mouth, she yells, "Clas. Nim. We are running back to the throne room! Make haste!"
Looking to Daisy and Ardana, "Okay ladies. Let's do this and try to save our skins and fulfill our promises to Lady Martha."
Clas, in the room, manages to recover the torch and prevent the flames from developing a real fire - moreover, with his quick kick, he opens the chest... and discovers that it contains a few spare blankets and clothes.
In the meantime, Nim has time to summon his magical hand and recover the glaive. Both Clas, next to whom the weapon passes, and Nim, who receives the weapon, realize that it gives off an inexplicable faint smell of sulfur.
In the meantime, an elven voice, from outside the room, shouts, for a few moments above the continuous din of the bell: "Clas. Nim. We are running back to the throne room! Make haste!"
Ardana, looking around, does not see any sign of response to the alarm... for now.
(OOC: So what? Do you want to free Zentromya? By doing what? Breaking the crystal?)
Ardana starts by picking up the crystal for Lady Zentromya's enclosure.
Come on Nim, time to run! Hahahaha!
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
As soon as the tiefling paladin picks up the crystal, the runes go out and disappear and Zentromya, flapping her small wings happily, begins to follow her, telepathically congratulating everyone: "Well done! Thank you! And barely anything happened... Apart from that sound ... But it had already started before... What will it be? A signal? It certainly isn't music... it's so monotonous, annoying and unimaginative..."
Meanwhile the ape-like creature screams in turn to all of you in your mind: "Don't even think for a moment about leaving me here for another 250 years, you damned runts! I am the big chance of your life! Your ultimate luck! Free me and together no one will be able to stop us! Don't you dare leave me here, or I swear by Demogorgon's heads that when I free myself there will be no corner of the Multiverse remote enough for you to escape my revenge! Free me! Now!"
To the ape creature: "This prison has been secret for 250 years - it will not be secret now, there will be others coming for you to bargain with. That much we can do for you. But for our mission we will not risk failure for you."
To Zentromya: "This way lady, you may need to hold my hand, there are obscuring mists in the corridors outside."
Ardana (all weapons stowed) takes the purple flag in hand and walks to the stairway,, Zentromya in tow."
Lacking hands, Zentromya offers her trunk to Ardana, and follows, advising: "That brutish creature seems dangerous and ill-intentioned... Perhaps it would instead be better to keep this place as secret as possible. Or return ourselves, at a later time, after having brought your dead friend back to life... If we free that creature ourselves, perhaps I can manage to force it to return home, to its dimension - and stay there".
As you exit the colossal and devastated room, you pass again in front of the cell of the first fiend, who telepathically exclaims, pointing to the Glaive that Nim's blue magic hand is carrying: "Hey! That's mine ! If you give me back my weapon and my freedom, I will do anything for you!"
"Perhaps we should abstain from making 'future plans' until we survive getting out of HERE first."
Tarysaa turns toward the telepathic fiend, "You probably know my stance on fiends. I shall speak with some people who can decide your fate better than I. Trust me, it shall not take another 250 years to resolve your situation."
"Who needs a hand to grab?" as she waves the purple flag above her head.
(OOC: Isn't the room where Nim found the glaive in the hallway shrouded in purple mist? The fiend must be able to see through the mist.)
When the rest of us with Zentromya in tow reach the door to where Clas and Nim are, Ardana calls to them
"Clas, Nim, we are ready to go now, join us as we go back upstairs to the throne room"
Hahahaha! Clas keeps moving for the exit, torch in one hand, purple flag and Nim's hand in the other. "Ilwythe, I believe, still has one!" He calls out to Tarysaa. "That just leaves Daisy! Now, let's move! I half expect this cursed place to start falling on us! One last surprise! Hahahaha!"
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
Switch to the yellow flag when we are at the top of the stairs, then back to the spiral staircase then back up to the throne room. Use the lever to close the door to the spiral staircase behind us. Once we are in the throne room, do we want a short rest before we journey back? What time of day is it getting to? I think we're less than 2 hrs of travel from Martha, if I remember.
(OOC: The room where Nim found the glaive has no mist at all - but the fiend had no way to see in the room. Too far and not right angle of vision).
With the bell ringing continuously in the background, the party (which now includes Zentromya) follows the safe guidance of the tiefling paladin and, sharing the flags and changing them with level changes, arrives (ignoring yet another appearance of Elky at the base of the spiral staircase ) to the throne room.
No one has shown up to block your way and you are deciding whether to rest and continue... Yes, in fact, as far as you remember, only a march of just under two hours separates you from the Sharnshield Mansion. You have spent long hours exploring (and, on rare occasions, resting) in this mysterious and forgotten place. It is now definitely late afternoon, almost evening. The sun may set during your return (if it hasn't already set).
Up to you whether to rest and, perhaps, leave with daylight, or whether to begin the return journey immediately...
Clas is off to gather his horse and head for a bath, then a tavern, then a real bed. Hahahaha! Find me in the morning if you wish. I need a bath, a barrel of ale, and a bed! Hahahaha!
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
"Lady Zentromya said she might help with some healing; which would be greatly appreciated. Plus, that would negate having to take a short rest."
Tarysaa looks around, "However, I bow to the needs of the party. While I still have a spell and cantrips of minor effect available and a goodly quiver of arrows, I know many are tapped out. And few have eyes to travel safely in the dark.
Stay or push on, I can do either at this point."