Having recovered his spent ki points, Gong contributes his thoughts. "Mm. Could be a trapped innocent. Or some evil to put down. Either way, we should find it and settle it."
Wendell nods in agreement, "I'm ready if the rest of you are. Elaric, have you been able to determine what the Slaad was doing?"
Appearing distracted, a long moment passes before Elaric seems to even register Balasar's question. In a hesitant tone, he replies, "Perhaps..." The Elf reaches for a vial, his hand pausing to hover over its wax-stoppered top for a moment before he picks it up, wraps it in several pieces of parchment from his pack, and places it in one of his many pouches. Turning toward the rest of the party, he adds, "But it is speculation that should be saved for a safer and quieter time. For now, let us push on and investigate the source of this deprecatory caterwauling."
Appearing distracted, a long moment passes before Elaric seems to even register Balasar's question. In a hesitant tone, he replies, "Perhaps..." The Elf reaches for a vial, his hand pausing to hover over its wax-stoppered top for a moment before he picks it up, wraps it in several pieces of parchment from his pack, and places it in one of his many pouches. Turning toward the rest of the party, he adds, "But it is speculation that should be saved for a safer and quieter time. For now, let us push on and investigate the source of this deprecatory caterwauling."
Balasar nods an assent and takes the lead as the party sets off to investigate the source of the sound.
Appearing distracted, a long moment passes before Elaric seems to even register Balasar's question. In a hesitant tone, he replies, "Perhaps..." The Elf reaches for a vial, his hand pausing to hover over its wax-stoppered top for a moment before he picks it up, wraps it in several pieces of parchment from his pack, and places it in one of his many pouches. Turning toward the rest of the party, he adds, "But it is speculation that should be saved for a safer and quieter time. For now, let us push on and investigate the source of this deprecatory caterwauling."
Balasar nods an assent and takes the lead as the party sets off to investigate the source of the sound.
Walking through the rows of bottles and specimens, the party comes to a bookshelf. Were it not for the shouting, it would have taken considerable effort to even notice something was amiss, but whoever is shouting is LOUD.
"GET OVER HERE YOU MONOCHROME TOAD, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU. I'D TURN YOU INSIDE OUT IF I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D LIKE IT."
Now, from the other side of the bookshelf, you can hear another voice. This one is far less grating but no less angry, "Will you lay off for a moment?! It's bad enough that the Slaad pokes and prods us all day, must I also be subjected to your CONSTANT NATTERING?!"
The first voice chuckles, "Just you wait, lad. I have the damnable damp demon right where I want him. We'll be out of here in no time, you just stick with me. YOU HEAR ME? YOU'RE ON THE ROPES, TADPOLE! I HAVE YOUR NUMBER AND IT'S A BIG FAT ZERO!"
Appearing distracted, a long moment passes before Elaric seems to even register Balasar's question. In a hesitant tone, he replies, "Perhaps..." The Elf reaches for a vial, his hand pausing to hover over its wax-stoppered top for a moment before he picks it up, wraps it in several pieces of parchment from his pack, and places it in one of his many pouches. Turning toward the rest of the party, he adds, "But it is speculation that should be saved for a safer and quieter time. For now, let us push on and investigate the source of this deprecatory caterwauling."
Balasar nods an assent and takes the lead as the party sets off to investigate the source of the sound.
Walking through the rows of bottles and specimens, the party comes to a bookshelf. Were it not for the shouting, it would have taken considerable effort to even notice something was amiss, but whoever is shouting is LOUD.
"GET OVER HERE YOU MONOCHROME TOAD, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU. I'D TURN YOU INSIDE OUT IF I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D LIKE IT."
Now, from the other side of the bookshelf, you can hear another voice. This one is far less grating but no less angry, "Will you lay off for a moment?! It's bad enough that the Slaad pokes and prods us all day, must I also be subjected to your CONSTANT NATTERING?!"
The first voice chuckles, "Just you wait, lad. I have the damnable damp demon right where I want him. We'll be out of here in no time, you just stick with me. YOU HEAR ME? YOU'RE ON THE ROPES, TADPOLE! I HAVE YOUR NUMBER AND IT'S A BIG FAT ZERO!"
Perception check as Balasar attempts to determine how to get to the voices behind the bookshelf without destroying the bookshelf in the process: 20.
Appearing distracted, a long moment passes before Elaric seems to even register Balasar's question. In a hesitant tone, he replies, "Perhaps..." The Elf reaches for a vial, his hand pausing to hover over its wax-stoppered top for a moment before he picks it up, wraps it in several pieces of parchment from his pack, and places it in one of his many pouches. Turning toward the rest of the party, he adds, "But it is speculation that should be saved for a safer and quieter time. For now, let us push on and investigate the source of this deprecatory caterwauling."
Balasar nods an assent and takes the lead as the party sets off to investigate the source of the sound.
Walking through the rows of bottles and specimens, the party comes to a bookshelf. Were it not for the shouting, it would have taken considerable effort to even notice something was amiss, but whoever is shouting is LOUD.
"GET OVER HERE YOU MONOCHROME TOAD, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU. I'D TURN YOU INSIDE OUT IF I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D LIKE IT."
Now, from the other side of the bookshelf, you can hear another voice. This one is far less grating but no less angry, "Will you lay off for a moment?! It's bad enough that the Slaad pokes and prods us all day, must I also be subjected to your CONSTANT NATTERING?!"
The first voice chuckles, "Just you wait, lad. I have the damnable damp demon right where I want him. We'll be out of here in no time, you just stick with me. YOU HEAR ME? YOU'RE ON THE ROPES, TADPOLE! I HAVE YOUR NUMBER AND IT'S A BIG FAT ZERO!"
Perception check as Balasar attempts to determine how to get to the voices behind the bookshelf without destroying the bookshelf in the process: 20.
Balasar spots a series of small decorative bronze studs along the side of the shelf. One of them, close to the bottom, shows much less patina than its neighbors. Peering at it more closely, the dragonborn observes that there is a bit of a gap around the stud.
Balasar presses the stud, then quickly steps back, Greatsword at the ready.
The voices stop. There is a long pause.... then:
"Oh gods, you've done it now you worthless bonehead!"
"Ha! The hopping hellion's not going to know what hit him! Keep it down now lad... lass? Blast it! Just be quiet and let me do the smashing! COME ON IN YOU CHAOTIC COWARD! PHILLIP THE APT HAS A GRAVE BOLT WITH YOUR NAME ON IT!"
Balasar presses the stud, then quickly steps back, Greatsword at the ready.
The voices stop. There is a long pause.... then:
"Oh gods, you've done it now you worthless bonehead!"
"Ha! The hopping hellion's not going to know what hit him! Keep it down now lad... lass? Blast it! Just be quiet and let me do the smashing! COME ON IN YOU CHAOTIC COWARD! PHILLIP THE APT HAS A GRAVE BOLT WITH YOUR NAME ON IT!"
Having expected some sort of spring-based mechanism, Balasar is puzzled at the bookcase's lack of movement. He gently tries moving it this way and that, attempting to determine how to open it (again, without breaking anything) now that the button has been pressed.
Perception: 14
Investigation: 2
[OOG: rolling both since I don't know if another check is required, and if so, which one would be more appropriate.]
Balasar presses the stud, then quickly steps back, Greatsword at the ready.
The voices stop. There is a long pause.... then:
"Oh gods, you've done it now you worthless bonehead!"
"Ha! The hopping hellion's not going to know what hit him! Keep it down now lad... lass? Blast it! Just be quiet and let me do the smashing! COME ON IN YOU CHAOTIC COWARD! PHILLIP THE APT HAS A GRAVE BOLT WITH YOUR NAME ON IT!"
Having expected some sort of spring-based mechanism, Balasar is puzzled at the bookcase's lack of movement. He gently tries moving it this way and that, attempting to determine how to open it (again, without breaking anything) now that the button has been pressed.
Perception: 14
Investigation: 2
[OOG: rolling both since I don't know if another check is required, and if so, which one would be more appropriate.]
After a gentle pull, the shelf swings free. No... not free... away? The bookshelf floats gently in the air, apparently freed of the constraints of gravity for a time. No hinge or bolt bars its passage. A long tunnel is now visible. [Balasar may attempt a raw intelligence check to understand the door's mechanism, but the shelf no longer impedes progress.]
Balasar presses the stud, then quickly steps back, Greatsword at the ready.
The voices stop. There is a long pause.... then:
"Oh gods, you've done it now you worthless bonehead!"
"Ha! The hopping hellion's not going to know what hit him! Keep it down now lad... lass? Blast it! Just be quiet and let me do the smashing! COME ON IN YOU CHAOTIC COWARD! PHILLIP THE APT HAS A GRAVE BOLT WITH YOUR NAME ON IT!"
Having expected some sort of spring-based mechanism, Balasar is puzzled at the bookcase's lack of movement. He gently tries moving it this way and that, attempting to determine how to open it (again, without breaking anything) now that the button has been pressed.
Perception: 14
Investigation: 2
[OOG: rolling both since I don't know if another check is required, and if so, which one would be more appropriate.]
After a gentle pull, the shelf swings free. No... not free... away? The bookshelf floats gently in the air, apparently freed of the constraints of gravity for a time. No hinge or bolt bars its passage. A long tunnel is now visible. [Balasar may attempt a raw intelligence check to understand the door's mechanism, but the shelf no longer impedes progress.]
Balasar presses the stud, then quickly steps back, Greatsword at the ready.
The voices stop. There is a long pause.... then:
"Oh gods, you've done it now you worthless bonehead!"
"Ha! The hopping hellion's not going to know what hit him! Keep it down now lad... lass? Blast it! Just be quiet and let me do the smashing! COME ON IN YOU CHAOTIC COWARD! PHILLIP THE APT HAS A GRAVE BOLT WITH YOUR NAME ON IT!"
Having expected some sort of spring-based mechanism, Balasar is puzzled at the bookcase's lack of movement. He gently tries moving it this way and that, attempting to determine how to open it (again, without breaking anything) now that the button has been pressed.
Perception: 14
Investigation: 2
[OOG: rolling both since I don't know if another check is required, and if so, which one would be more appropriate.]
After a gentle pull, the shelf swings free. No... not free... away? The bookshelf floats gently in the air, apparently freed of the constraints of gravity for a time. No hinge or bolt bars its passage. A long tunnel is now visible. [Balasar may attempt a raw intelligence check to understand the door's mechanism, but the shelf no longer impedes progress.]
Intelligence: 14
The shelf seems to function under similar principles to Balasar's immovable dagger, though evidently with significantly more sophistication.
Balasar shifts the bookshelf to an out-of-the-way location, then presses the button again.
Rather than falling, the bookshelf remains locked in place at a slight angle in the air. The books, Balasar notes, do seem to shift on the shelf to accommodate the change in direction.
Balasar shifts the bookshelf to an out-of-the-way location, then presses the button again.
Rather than falling, the bookshelf remains locked in place at a slight angle in the air. The books, Balasar notes, do seem to shift on the shelf to accommodate the change in direction.
Balasar presses the button again, straightens out the bookshelf and places it levelly on the ground like an ordinary bookself, then presses the button a final time to lock the bookshelf in place.
Balasar peers down the tunnel, then beckons Wendell away from the tunnel before saying in a low voice: before we continue, perhaps it would be a good idea for your otter to scout ahead a bit, to find out who or what our fallen froggy foe confined in such an...out of the way location. I suspect that all we have heard is mere bluster, but better to know than to suspect.
Balasar shifts the bookshelf to an out-of-the-way location, then presses the button again.
Rather than falling, the bookshelf remains locked in place at a slight angle in the air. The books, Balasar notes, do seem to shift on the shelf to accommodate the change in direction.
Balasar presses the button again, straightens out the bookshelf and places it levelly on the ground like an ordinary bookself, then presses the button a final time to lock the bookshelf in place.
Balasar peers down the tunnel, then beckons Wendell away from the tunnel before saying in a low voice: before we continue, perhaps it would be a good idea for your otter to scout ahead a bit, to find out who or what our fallen froggy foe confined in such an...out of the way location. I suspect that all we have heard is mere bluster, but better to know than to suspect.
"Fluss, you heard him. Go on, I'll be with you in a moment." Wendell takes a quick scan of the books on the shelf. 8 .
Balasar shifts the bookshelf to an out-of-the-way location, then presses the button again.
Rather than falling, the bookshelf remains locked in place at a slight angle in the air. The books, Balasar notes, do seem to shift on the shelf to accommodate the change in direction.
Balasar presses the button again, straightens out the bookshelf and places it levelly on the ground like an ordinary bookself, then presses the button a final time to lock the bookshelf in place.
Balasar peers down the tunnel, then beckons Wendell away from the tunnel before saying in a low voice: before we continue, perhaps it would be a good idea for your otter to scout ahead a bit, to find out who or what our fallen froggy foe confined in such an...out of the way location. I suspect that all we have heard is mere bluster, but better to know than to suspect.
"Fluss, you heard him. Go on, I'll be with you in a moment." Wendell takes a quick scan of the books on the shelf. 8 .
Spying nothing of interest, Wendell sighs and closes his eyes, borrowing Fluss's senses. "The passage goes down after a bit, down and to the right... There's a circular chamber, full of cells. A skull sits in the center, and there is a pale... humanoid chained to one of the walls. Most of the cages are empty, but one is occupied. Three humans, by the look, or perhaps half elves. They are not moving, and Fluss cannot get closer without being observed-"
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Wendell's hit dice recovery over a short rest: 17
Wendell nods in agreement, "I'm ready if the rest of you are. Elaric, have you been able to determine what the Slaad was doing?"
Appearing distracted, a long moment passes before Elaric seems to even register Balasar's question. In a hesitant tone, he replies, "Perhaps..." The Elf reaches for a vial, his hand pausing to hover over its wax-stoppered top for a moment before he picks it up, wraps it in several pieces of parchment from his pack, and places it in one of his many pouches. Turning toward the rest of the party, he adds, "But it is speculation that should be saved for a safer and quieter time. For now, let us push on and investigate the source of this deprecatory caterwauling."
Balasar's hit dice HP recovery over a short rest: 25
Trying again: 26
Balasar nods an assent and takes the lead as the party sets off to investigate the source of the sound.
Walking through the rows of bottles and specimens, the party comes to a bookshelf. Were it not for the shouting, it would have taken considerable effort to even notice something was amiss, but whoever is shouting is LOUD.
"GET OVER HERE YOU MONOCHROME TOAD, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU. I'D TURN YOU INSIDE OUT IF I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D LIKE IT."
Now, from the other side of the bookshelf, you can hear another voice. This one is far less grating but no less angry, "Will you lay off for a moment?! It's bad enough that the Slaad pokes and prods us all day, must I also be subjected to your CONSTANT NATTERING?!"
The first voice chuckles, "Just you wait, lad. I have the damnable damp demon right where I want him. We'll be out of here in no time, you just stick with me. YOU HEAR ME? YOU'RE ON THE ROPES, TADPOLE! I HAVE YOUR NUMBER AND IT'S A BIG FAT ZERO!"
Perception check as Balasar attempts to determine how to get to the voices behind the bookshelf without destroying the bookshelf in the process: 20.
Balasar spots a series of small decorative bronze studs along the side of the shelf. One of them, close to the bottom, shows much less patina than its neighbors. Peering at it more closely, the dragonborn observes that there is a bit of a gap around the stud.
Balasar presses the stud, then quickly steps back, Greatsword at the ready.
The voices stop. There is a long pause.... then:
"Oh gods, you've done it now you worthless bonehead!"
"Ha! The hopping hellion's not going to know what hit him! Keep it down now lad... lass? Blast it! Just be quiet and let me do the smashing! COME ON IN YOU CHAOTIC COWARD! PHILLIP THE APT HAS A GRAVE BOLT WITH YOUR NAME ON IT!"
Having expected some sort of spring-based mechanism, Balasar is puzzled at the bookcase's lack of movement. He gently tries moving it this way and that, attempting to determine how to open it (again, without breaking anything) now that the button has been pressed.
Perception: 14
Investigation: 2
[OOG: rolling both since I don't know if another check is required, and if so, which one would be more appropriate.]
After a gentle pull, the shelf swings free. No... not free... away? The bookshelf floats gently in the air, apparently freed of the constraints of gravity for a time. No hinge or bolt bars its passage. A long tunnel is now visible. [Balasar may attempt a raw intelligence check to understand the door's mechanism, but the shelf no longer impedes progress.]
Intelligence: 14
The shelf seems to function under similar principles to Balasar's immovable dagger, though evidently with significantly more sophistication.
Balasar shifts the bookshelf to an out-of-the-way location, then presses the button again.
Rather than falling, the bookshelf remains locked in place at a slight angle in the air. The books, Balasar notes, do seem to shift on the shelf to accommodate the change in direction.
Balasar presses the button again, straightens out the bookshelf and places it levelly on the ground like an ordinary bookself, then presses the button a final time to lock the bookshelf in place.
Balasar peers down the tunnel, then beckons Wendell away from the tunnel before saying in a low voice: before we continue, perhaps it would be a good idea for your otter to scout ahead a bit, to find out who or what our fallen froggy foe confined in such an...out of the way location. I suspect that all we have heard is mere bluster, but better to know than to suspect.
"Fluss, you heard him. Go on, I'll be with you in a moment." Wendell takes a quick scan of the books on the shelf. 8 .
Spying nothing of interest, Wendell sighs and closes his eyes, borrowing Fluss's senses. "The passage goes down after a bit, down and to the right... There's a circular chamber, full of cells. A skull sits in the center, and there is a pale... humanoid chained to one of the walls. Most of the cages are empty, but one is occupied. Three humans, by the look, or perhaps half elves. They are not moving, and Fluss cannot get closer without being observed-"
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