Evrik would find that the Short Sword was nothing special, run-of-the-mill.
The armor he chose, was a bit more finely crafted. However you feel something more is there but can't quite figure out what. Perhaps further inspection is required. For now though, you know you've found a nice set of Leather Armor.
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Chubby's greatsword also seems run-of-the-mill.
The Chainmail however .... you can feel it radiating power of some kind, however, what kind you can't quite determine.
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Everything crispy finds seems to be average in quality, the swords, she can especially tell were made by an apprentice smith, at best.
After the battle, Immotichey looks around to gauge who may be in need of healing. The prince looked as if he had taken quite a few brutal shots from the elite. So, he walks over and says a few words over him, (Healing Word7). After tending to his wounds, the lizardman finds a spot to sit quietly at the edge of the room, keeping the wall to his back. As he relaxes, something - perhaps being deeper in the ground has brought him closer to nature - seems to have awakened within him, and additional druid knowledge imparted to him by the forces of nature.
He opens his eyes and a wide, toothy grin appears on his face - ready to unleash his new abilities on the next unfortunate drow they cross. Standing up he searches the room and finds a shield and a simple club that will suit him.
Crispy looks over the gear she found, slowly studying the items. After a brief moment of standing completely still looking at them, she raises her head towards Chubby with a very frustrated look on her face. Average. Phhhh....
Chubby dons the newly discovered chainmail, and does a full 360 in front of Crispy. "Does this make my butt look big....er?" He's quite excited by the armor, and even more so with the new sword he hefted. Swinging it a few times in large circles around himself, he can't help but grin ear to ear.
Chubby will walk up to one of the doors, sit down with his back to the door, and wedge himself against it (protecting the door, preventing any intruders from entering the room while the rest of the group gets a chance to rest and heal up).
Chubby calls out to the female mystery dwarf (one of the other NPC fellow prisoners)..."M'lady, care to join me? I've got a nice spot o' dirt here next to the door I'm guarding!"
If and when she sits down, Chubby hopes to pry out her backstory. "So, what brings you here? Crispy and I {he motions to Crispy} were exploring a cave, looking for mushrooms for a nice new ale I've been working on. You see, I'm of Clan Beersmith. We specialize in ales! Perhaps you've heard of us? Anyway, we were rootin' around, nose to the ground, pickin' a nice patch of mushrooms when kablammo, out of nowhere I'm knocked out cold. I woke up in that Moradin forsaken hell hole of a cell, and now I'm here. What's yer story?"
Persuasion check to see if I can get her to open up and tell me her story: 18
Perception check to see if she is telling the truth with her story: 12
Having acquired his new items, Immotichey finds his way to the twins. "You two fought well. With the haste in our arrival here and the quick jail break, I have not been able to talk with you.... I am Immotichey."
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Evrik approaches Stools fallen body, picks it up and lays him on the table. He then says a prayer to the lady of the wood and spends a moment in thought, dispirited from being unable to revive the little guy. He did not protect the small creature during his time of need. Evrik vowed to one day find the home that Stool revealed in his final thoughts and to let the family and friends of his village know what Stool had sacrificed to help the other prisoners escape their dark captives. He then walks over toward the Quaggoth Prince. [Elvish] "Our little friend has fallen, please keep him in your thoughts. You look a little beat up too. If you will allow me highness, I should like to offer what little I may." Evrik then touches the prince sending forth power to heal some of his wounds. (Cure Wounds: 3)
Feeling the presence of the Revered Mother for the first time in this... place, Evrik finds a quiet area in the room and descends into deep prayer to Berronar Truesilver. Seeking guidance in helping those in need and looking for forgiveness for letting a comrade fall. Finally, he rests; waiting for everyone to regroup.
Crispy wasn't too hurt in the fight, but her jaw definitely hurts. She gives it a rub. It'll be fine. Good thing she didn't lose any teeth. She watches the others go about their interactions, standing next to Chubby, dressing up, and keeping a glancing eye outside in case other guards decide to come.
"Come on." She says, looking outside. "Let's get our stuff before more Drow join the party. These short swords' quality is awful. And, this leather armor is too tight. I can barely breathe in this outfit."
The second one would actually be Insight! but its the same modifier so meh.
The dwarf notices you calling her, and she can't help but smile, just a bit. She seemed a bit happier than the rest of the prisoners, high spirited. She came over after a moments deliberation, and taking a quick peak out the window the guards were watching. She was buxom, and had hair in all the right places. Her hands were a bit thicker than most female dwarves. And her bright green eye's contrasted with her brilliantly dirty orange hair. As she came over, she would say to him "Ach, yer layin' it on quite thick eh? per'aps tryna 'ide your eyes glidin over me veelooptuous self with words drippin' o' ale? Hmm?" taking a seat next to him, but allowing for some mild personal space, but not actively seeking to be far away.
She would shake her head though "I kinnae say I 'ave heard o' the beersmiffs, but anything involving ale has my rapt attention! As 'fer me story ah.." her eyes cast down for a moment before her cheer returned and she covered it all with a brighter smile that would melt the sun itself, atleast to another dwarf. Speaking plainly then "Ye'v shown yer valor in combat, and even taken a wound 'at would fell the stoutest dwarf. So I suppose it kinnae 'urt to tell ye. I 'ail from Gauntylgrim, one of the most ancient dwarven settlements. Mayhaps ye've eard o' it?" she asks, ribbing him with her elbow, and as a tease for his own question. "I was a sheeld dward scout. I became one in honor o' those who gave their loives to take back the city. So to honor that, I chose to be a scout, an' lookout fer enemies in thae Underdark who might attempt to infiltrate."
She paused, thoughtfully, raisign a finger to her triple-chin, covered in peach-fuzz. "Speakin' oov, mayhaps we can find our way out of here, back to mah city? it leads out o' the Underdark, and I think I ken the way back from 'ere, the issue bein', we 'ave to git down... When I peeked over yon ledge, I saw that the webs o' the spiders don't cover every inch below us.."
After a short pause, twiddling her finger through one of her orange braids idly "Unless o' course you 'ave business down 'ere still, I.. I saw the flash from Stool, and I know th' Fishman.." whom she shoots a glance at "who did nuffin ta 'elp in the fight, moit I add! Wishes to go to his 'ome too."
Chubby would get the feeling that everything she said was true, though he wasn't 100% sure.
She would gasp, saying "Oi, I forgot to tell ye me name. Eldreth. Eldreth Feldrun, of house Felrun. And..." She would lean close to Chubby's ear "ifn' you dinnae mind me suggestin... we should leave the Derro's and the Deep Gnome b'hind, they'll be nothing but trouble..."
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Using the sound of the waterfall to his advantage (or so he hoped), Cade pads his way across the walkway to the next landing (Arthias' Bachelor Pad by the looks of the map). His head stays ever on a swivel. He's careful not to look down in case of vertigo, but up is fair game. And as the tension mounts, his grip on the axes at his side tightens until knuckle started to turn pink. Even if he could just get across the bridge without incident, he doesn't relax. But instead kept an axe at the ready.
Crispy, who couldn't help listening in to Chubby and Eldreth's conversation, smiled softly when they weren't looking, and took a few steps back away from them, to give them a bit of breathing room. And privacy. Chubby never cock blocked Crispy, and she wasn't about to do that to him. She rolled her eyes and grinned, amused at the exchange, fidgeting with her armor top that was literally squeezing her funbags up into her throat.
She heads out with Cade, to see what he's up to. She makes a hand gesture to indicate she's behind him.
The Twin Derro look at Immo nervously, looking at eachother before glancing back up. Nervously, they would say in near unison "T-Thank you. Um... uh.. not to be rude, but, please.. leave us alone, it's not safe." they failed to specify why, and shuffled off to their own corner. Then mustering themselves "N-Not to be rude.. um, you did.. ok yourself."
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The Quaggoth would chortle a bit, coming out like a bunch of 'huffs' from a great ape. [Elvish]"Friend? no, he was a useful tool, till the end, and nothing more.Your healing however, is appreciated peon. Remain useful and you shall be rewarded, as promised. If nothing else, I will keep my word, even if you are a commoner. but only once we reach my Kingdom of Nelrindenvane in the High Forest"
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Buppido Dies from bloodloss.
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There is no one to detect Cade.
Cade however does notice suddenly, with the help of his Darkvision, that they are near the ceiling of the tunnel or cave complex, as the arch of the wall is near them. That would indicate they were very high up. Off in the distance he could see another stalactite, other than the one he was heading towards, and another, much larger platform against the caves wall, alongside it, several cave entrances or doors, most likely. If only he'd looked down.
As soon as Cade felt another presence on the bridge, he all but whips around ready to hurl an axe. Thankfully, he stops short seeing that its only Crispy. He is slow to lower the weapon however, as he was very much still wary of the others. But after gesturing to his eyes and then to her for the classic 'I got my eyes on you', he pads the rest of the way across the bridge. Whether or not she could see it in the dim light (darkness?) doesn't stop him.
Cade checks the door (if there is one) at the end for any signs of a trap before cautiously trying to open it and step inside and take a look around. All with at least one axe again at the ready to cut or hurl at the next hostile. If only he had stayed up for the rest of the planning session... or let stool into his head...
Oh well!
For DM:
Keep the same stealth? And also, do I need to roll anything?
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
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Time seems to slow down for Cade as soon as he spotted the spider. Even as every instinct in mind screamed to just retreat and close the door, his body was already in motion to engage the creature. 'YoucandothisYoucandothisYoucandothisYoucandothis!' He thought. The goblin strikes hard and fast, seeking to sever at least the front two legs with the first twin strikes before a surge of energy propels him into a third strike through the mandibles.
Main Attack: 7 Damage: 3.
Offhand Attack: 5 Damage: 5.
Limit Break!(aka Action Surge)
Furious Blitz: 7 Damage: 3.
Plus Fury of the Small for 2 damage on the first attack to hit.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
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The first strike hits a leg, the spider caught somewhat off guard that something so small would choose to attack it, cutting the tip of it's left leg off. The spider lifting both it's front legs in a defensive posture, hissing, causing the second and third attacks to miss entirely.
From this position, it would raise it's abdomen, spinnerets weaving rapidly, before projecting it's Web.
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the webbing missing by inches, and spattering against the wall.
The spider then running up the wall, and along the roof, roughly twenty feet above Cade, and to the far door. Coiling its body in preparation to pounce.
Evrik would find that the Short Sword was nothing special, run-of-the-mill.
The armor he chose, was a bit more finely crafted. However you feel something more is there but can't quite figure out what. Perhaps further inspection is required. For now though, you know you've found a nice set of Leather Armor.
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Chubby's greatsword also seems run-of-the-mill.
The Chainmail however .... you can feel it radiating power of some kind, however, what kind you can't quite determine.
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Everything crispy finds seems to be average in quality, the swords, she can especially tell were made by an apprentice smith, at best.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
After the battle, Immotichey looks around to gauge who may be in need of healing. The prince looked as if he had taken quite a few brutal shots from the elite. So, he walks over and says a few words over him, (Healing Word 7). After tending to his wounds, the lizardman finds a spot to sit quietly at the edge of the room, keeping the wall to his back. As he relaxes, something - perhaps being deeper in the ground has brought him closer to nature - seems to have awakened within him, and additional druid knowledge imparted to him by the forces of nature.
He opens his eyes and a wide, toothy grin appears on his face - ready to unleash his new abilities on the next unfortunate drow they cross. Standing up he searches the room and finds a shield and a simple club that will suit him.
HP Roll: 7
Sheild Rolls, Investigation: 7, DM 2
Club Rolls, Investigation: 6, DM 15
Crispy looks over the gear she found, slowly studying the items. After a brief moment of standing completely still looking at them, she raises her head towards Chubby with a very frustrated look on her face. Average. Phhhh....
I need MY things, she thinks to herself.
Chubby dons the newly discovered chainmail, and does a full 360 in front of Crispy. "Does this make my butt look big....er?" He's quite excited by the armor, and even more so with the new sword he hefted. Swinging it a few times in large circles around himself, he can't help but grin ear to ear.
Chubby will walk up to one of the doors, sit down with his back to the door, and wedge himself against it (protecting the door, preventing any intruders from entering the room while the rest of the group gets a chance to rest and heal up).
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Immotichey finds a simply made club and shield. Average, but they will suit their purposes well enough.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
"Your butt can't get any bigger, old man of the ale. You're lucky you can fit through the door." She says, lovingly teasing him. Mostly.
Chubby calls out to the female mystery dwarf (one of the other NPC fellow prisoners)..."M'lady, care to join me? I've got a nice spot o' dirt here next to the door I'm guarding!"
If and when she sits down, Chubby hopes to pry out her backstory. "So, what brings you here? Crispy and I {he motions to Crispy} were exploring a cave, looking for mushrooms for a nice new ale I've been working on. You see, I'm of Clan Beersmith. We specialize in ales! Perhaps you've heard of us? Anyway, we were rootin' around, nose to the ground, pickin' a nice patch of mushrooms when kablammo, out of nowhere I'm knocked out cold. I woke up in that Moradin forsaken hell hole of a cell, and now I'm here. What's yer story?"
Persuasion check to see if I can get her to open up and tell me her story: 18
Perception check to see if she is telling the truth with her story: 12
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Having acquired his new items, Immotichey finds his way to the twins. "You two fought well. With the haste in our arrival here and the quick jail break, I have not been able to talk with you.... I am Immotichey."
Evrik approaches Stools fallen body, picks it up and lays him on the table. He then says a prayer to the lady of the wood and spends a moment in thought, dispirited from being unable to revive the little guy. He did not protect the small creature during his time of need. Evrik vowed to one day find the home that Stool revealed in his final thoughts and to let the family and friends of his village know what Stool had sacrificed to help the other prisoners escape their dark captives. He then walks over toward the Quaggoth Prince. [Elvish] "Our little friend has fallen, please keep him in your thoughts. You look a little beat up too. If you will allow me highness, I should like to offer what little I may." Evrik then touches the prince sending forth power to heal some of his wounds. (Cure Wounds: 3)
Feeling the presence of the Revered Mother for the first time in this... place, Evrik finds a quiet area in the room and descends into deep prayer to Berronar Truesilver. Seeking guidance in helping those in need and looking for forgiveness for letting a comrade fall. Finally, he rests; waiting for everyone to regroup.
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Crispy wasn't too hurt in the fight, but her jaw definitely hurts. She gives it a rub. It'll be fine. Good thing she didn't lose any teeth. She watches the others go about their interactions, standing next to Chubby, dressing up, and keeping a glancing eye outside in case other guards decide to come.
"Come on." She says, looking outside. "Let's get our stuff before more Drow join the party. These short swords' quality is awful. And, this leather armor is too tight. I can barely breathe in this outfit."
The second one would actually be Insight! but its the same modifier so meh.
The dwarf notices you calling her, and she can't help but smile, just a bit. She seemed a bit happier than the rest of the prisoners, high spirited. She came over after a moments deliberation, and taking a quick peak out the window the guards were watching. She was buxom, and had hair in all the right places. Her hands were a bit thicker than most female dwarves. And her bright green eye's contrasted with her brilliantly dirty orange hair. As she came over, she would say to him "Ach, yer layin' it on quite thick eh? per'aps tryna 'ide your eyes glidin over me veelooptuous self with words drippin' o' ale? Hmm?" taking a seat next to him, but allowing for some mild personal space, but not actively seeking to be far away.
She would shake her head though "I kinnae say I 'ave heard o' the beersmiffs, but anything involving ale has my rapt attention! As 'fer me story ah.." her eyes cast down for a moment before her cheer returned and she covered it all with a brighter smile that would melt the sun itself, atleast to another dwarf. Speaking plainly then "Ye'v shown yer valor in combat, and even taken a wound 'at would fell the stoutest dwarf. So I suppose it kinnae 'urt to tell ye. I 'ail from Gauntylgrim, one of the most ancient dwarven settlements. Mayhaps ye've eard o' it?" she asks, ribbing him with her elbow, and as a tease for his own question. "I was a sheeld dward scout. I became one in honor o' those who gave their loives to take back the city. So to honor that, I chose to be a scout, an' lookout fer enemies in thae Underdark who might attempt to infiltrate."
She paused, thoughtfully, raisign a finger to her triple-chin, covered in peach-fuzz. "Speakin' oov, mayhaps we can find our way out of here, back to mah city? it leads out o' the Underdark, and I think I ken the way back from 'ere, the issue bein', we 'ave to git down... When I peeked over yon ledge, I saw that the webs o' the spiders don't cover every inch below us.."
After a short pause, twiddling her finger through one of her orange braids idly "Unless o' course you 'ave business down 'ere still, I.. I saw the flash from Stool, and I know th' Fishman.." whom she shoots a glance at "who did nuffin ta 'elp in the fight, moit I add! Wishes to go to his 'ome too."
Chubby would get the feeling that everything she said was true, though he wasn't 100% sure.
She would gasp, saying "Oi, I forgot to tell ye me name. Eldreth. Eldreth Feldrun, of house Felrun. And..." She would lean close to Chubby's ear "ifn' you dinnae mind me suggestin... we should leave the Derro's and the Deep Gnome b'hind, they'll be nothing but trouble..."
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Using the sound of the waterfall to his advantage (or so he hoped), Cade pads his way across the walkway to the next landing (Arthias' Bachelor Pad by the looks of the map). His head stays ever on a swivel. He's careful not to look down in case of vertigo, but up is fair game. And as the tension mounts, his grip on the axes at his side tightens until knuckle started to turn pink. Even if he could just get across the bridge without incident, he doesn't relax. But instead kept an axe at the ready.
Stealth: 18.
Perception: 9
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Crispy, who couldn't help listening in to Chubby and Eldreth's conversation, smiled softly when they weren't looking, and took a few steps back away from them, to give them a bit of breathing room. And privacy. Chubby never cock blocked Crispy, and she wasn't about to do that to him. She rolled her eyes and grinned, amused at the exchange, fidgeting with her armor top that was literally squeezing her funbags up into her throat.
She heads out with Cade, to see what he's up to. She makes a hand gesture to indicate she's behind him.
The Twin Derro look at Immo nervously, looking at eachother before glancing back up. Nervously, they would say in near unison "T-Thank you. Um... uh.. not to be rude, but, please.. leave us alone, it's not safe." they failed to specify why, and shuffled off to their own corner. Then mustering themselves "N-Not to be rude.. um, you did.. ok yourself."
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The Quaggoth would chortle a bit, coming out like a bunch of 'huffs' from a great ape. [Elvish]"Friend? no, he was a useful tool, till the end, and nothing more. Your healing however, is appreciated peon. Remain useful and you shall be rewarded, as promised. If nothing else, I will keep my word, even if you are a commoner. but only once we reach my Kingdom of Nelrindenvane in the High Forest"
------
Buppido Dies from bloodloss.
---
There is no one to detect Cade.
Cade however does notice suddenly, with the help of his Darkvision, that they are near the ceiling of the tunnel or cave complex, as the arch of the wall is near them. That would indicate they were very high up. Off in the distance he could see another stalactite, other than the one he was heading towards, and another, much larger platform against the caves wall, alongside it, several cave entrances or doors, most likely. If only he'd looked down.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
As soon as Cade felt another presence on the bridge, he all but whips around ready to hurl an axe. Thankfully, he stops short seeing that its only Crispy. He is slow to lower the weapon however, as he was very much still wary of the others. But after gesturing to his eyes and then to her for the classic 'I got my eyes on you', he pads the rest of the way across the bridge. Whether or not she could see it in the dim light (darkness?) doesn't stop him.
Cade checks the door (if there is one) at the end for any signs of a trap before cautiously trying to open it and step inside and take a look around. All with at least one axe again at the ready to cut or hurl at the next hostile. If only he had stayed up for the rest of the planning session... or let stool into his head...
Oh well!
For DM:
Keep the same stealth? And also, do I need to roll anything?
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Yes. Yes. Roll Perception.
Perception Roll: 4
Steath: 9
Roll for initiative.
Intiative: 9
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Same for crispy if she follows.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Perception Roll: 17.
Initiative: 19.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
You both see each-other. Neither is surprised.
You have the initiative lead.
AC: 14
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Time seems to slow down for Cade as soon as he spotted the spider. Even as every instinct in mind screamed to just retreat and close the door, his body was already in motion to engage the creature. 'YoucandothisYoucandothisYoucandothisYoucandothis!' He thought. The goblin strikes hard and fast, seeking to sever at least the front two legs with the first twin strikes before a surge of energy propels him into a third strike through the mandibles.
Main Attack: 7 Damage: 3.
Offhand Attack: 5 Damage: 5.
Limit Break!(aka Action Surge)
Furious Blitz: 7 Damage: 3.
Plus Fury of the Small for 2 damage on the first attack to hit.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
The first strike hits a leg, the spider caught somewhat off guard that something so small would choose to attack it, cutting the tip of it's left leg off. The spider lifting both it's front legs in a defensive posture, hissing, causing the second and third attacks to miss entirely.
From this position, it would raise it's abdomen, spinnerets weaving rapidly, before projecting it's Web.
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the webbing missing by inches, and spattering against the wall.
The spider then running up the wall, and along the roof, roughly twenty feet above Cade, and to the far door. Coiling its body in preparation to pounce.
Occassional Dungeon Master.