"Hm," she says. "Now that I'm not unconscious or, um, screaming, uh, thank you Slate," she blushes prettily, "I see that these are underground monstrosities called gricks. They are ambushers, see how they blend with the rock? The books all tell that their lairs can contain a good deal of loot from previous meals. Someone, but not me, should explore that cave I was heading for." She points up at the cave she was originally going to.
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she/her Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands.
Slate smiles as Iroona thanks her, "I can go up" she then makes her way over to the cave wall and attempts to climb up where the Grick's layer would be.
Slate stuffed the coinage into various pouches on her belt and backpack for the larger sums, and then grabbed hold of the scale mail and took it to the edge, "Anyone use some partially digested armor? Also found some coins..." she grabbed one of the gold from the pouch and flipped it from her thumb through the air down to Iroona with a grin and a wink.
"Well, I don't like the Grick one bit, not at all, not one little bit!" Flint will walk over and kick the dead Grick's glitter pile. Then scoops some up and puts it in a pouch. "This could come in handy."
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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Flint is okay with this. He feels fancy so he should look it.
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Slate makes her way back down, after leaving the scale mail propped up next to a wall, and joins the others. "We were heading that way" she said pointing a bit south and east of their current position with her lit shield to an unexplored tunnel.
She then leaned in to Iroona so only she could hear, "Do you need any further healing my dear?"
As you wander south easterly through the cavern you come across a small but strong-looking door of iron plates, about five feet tall and four feet wide. Heavy rivets stud its surface, and a tarnished silver rune — Durgeddin’s smith-mark — gleams on the door’s rusted face.
At the door with Durgeddin's rune, Iroona brightens. "Now this looks promising!" She goes to try the door but stops herself before touching it. "Oh, um." She looks embarrassed. "I should let someone else do it," and she steps back behind Slate again, peeking around the bigger woman's bulk.
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she/her Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands.
"We could let him goes forth," Flint says, pointing to the axe beak whose name he has forgotten. So much knowledge is running through his head, it was hard to remember so many names of all the powers he had. Let alone the creatures at his disposal. The axe beak turns it's head curiously, but does not seem to notice that it's time here was being decided by the small halfling.
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
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Slate
Slate chuckles at the bird brained animals attempt at opening a door. She then takes a few steps toward the door and looks at everyone, "Stand back, could be trapped" she then looks at the door in an attempt to find any obvious traps before opening it.
Perception or Investigation (both are the same mod): 15
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"Well," says Iroona. "I'm not exactly sure." She goes over to the one that was not just exploded into glitter, and examines it.
Book learning' (Arcana/History/Religion) roll: 24
she/her
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands.
These were gricks
Tabaxi with a penchant for shenans. He will....shenan again...
"Hm," she says. "Now that I'm not unconscious or, um, screaming, uh, thank you Slate," she blushes prettily, "I see that these are underground monstrosities called gricks. They are ambushers, see how they blend with the rock? The books all tell that their lairs can contain a good deal of loot from previous meals. Someone, but not me, should explore that cave I was heading for." She points up at the cave she was originally going to.
she/her
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands.
Slate
Slate smiles as Iroona thanks her, "I can go up" she then makes her way over to the cave wall and attempts to climb up where the Grick's layer would be.
In the back of the cave area you find the discarded the inedible portions of the gricks previous victims
if you want to search the pile of offal and bones give me an investigation role :)
Tabaxi with a penchant for shenans. He will....shenan again...
Investigation: 16
Rooting through the grisly remains uncovers a suit of scale mail and scattered coins totaling 200 cp, 180 sp, and 60 gp
Tabaxi with a penchant for shenans. He will....shenan again...
Slate
Slate stuffed the coinage into various pouches on her belt and backpack for the larger sums, and then grabbed hold of the scale mail and took it to the edge, "Anyone use some partially digested armor? Also found some coins..." she grabbed one of the gold from the pouch and flipped it from her thumb through the air down to Iroona with a grin and a wink.
Iroona fumbles to catch the coin out of the air!
Acrobatics/Sleight of hand: 15
...and she does! Deftly catching the coin and putting it in her pocket with a smile for Slate.
she/her
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands.
"Well, I don't like the Grick one bit, not at all, not one little bit!" Flint will walk over and kick the dead Grick's glitter pile. Then scoops some up and puts it in a pouch. "This could come in handy."
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Flint now looks FABULOUS!

Tabaxi with a penchant for shenans. He will....shenan again...
Flint is okay with this. He feels fancy so he should look it.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Iroona tries to hide her disappointment at not finding Dwarven artifacts of great power in the gricks' offal.
"Okay, well, where next?" she asks, while glowing a little with radiant light.
Bonus Action: She will use her Healing Light to heal herself of 4 damage.
she/her
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands.
Slate
Slate makes her way back down, after leaving the scale mail propped up next to a wall, and joins the others. "We were heading that way" she said pointing a bit south and east of their current position with her lit shield to an unexplored tunnel.
She then leaned in to Iroona so only she could hear, "Do you need any further healing my dear?"
As you wander south easterly through the cavern you come across a small but strong-looking door of iron plates, about five feet tall and four feet wide. Heavy rivets stud its surface, and a tarnished silver rune — Durgeddin’s smith-mark — gleams on the door’s rusted face.![]()
Tabaxi with a penchant for shenans. He will....shenan again...
Iroona smiles at Slate's care, "I am well enough now, I'll just stay behind you from here on out."
she/her
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands.
At the door with Durgeddin's rune, Iroona brightens. "Now this looks promising!" She goes to try the door but stops herself before touching it. "Oh, um." She looks embarrassed. "I should let someone else do it," and she steps back behind Slate again, peeking around the bigger woman's bulk.
she/her
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands.
"We could let him goes forth," Flint says, pointing to the axe beak whose name he has forgotten. So much knowledge is running through his head, it was hard to remember so many names of all the powers he had. Let alone the creatures at his disposal. The axe beak turns it's head curiously, but does not seem to notice that it's time here was being decided by the small halfling.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
The Axebeak looks at Flint....looks at the door and goes up and pecks at it, but it does not open.
Tabaxi with a penchant for shenans. He will....shenan again...
Slate
Slate chuckles at the bird brained animals attempt at opening a door. She then takes a few steps toward the door and looks at everyone, "Stand back, could be trapped" she then looks at the door in an attempt to find any obvious traps before opening it.
Perception or Investigation (both are the same mod): 15