Though most of his attention remained on the portal, Marcon at least caught a glimpse of the door upon crossing over, and so said, "Garet. Ronk. Hate to be a bugger boo right now, but mind getting the door open and seeing what else awaits us? Rest of us probably should stay ready but quiet in case them dead heads come snooping about the closet 'n thensome."
Ronk and Garet get into position next to the door with Olrai and Gundren flanking them. Sildar and Nundro are watching the rear forming a protective layer around Marcon, Rigel and Vanzaren in the middle. The room seems secure - the door is of sturdy construction and although it does not have a locking device installed, it could easily be barred with some of the heavy barrels sitting nearby.
Looking back through the portal, the party can see four ghouls re-enter the wizard's chamber. The group sniffs at the air, jerking their heads back and forth like a pack of hyenas that has lost the trail of a wounded buffalo...they don't seem to understand the concept of the wizard's portal and any scent left behind by the party did not appear to follow them through it.
As Ronk heaves the door open, it creaks loudly on old rusted hinges, but opens with ease nonetheless. The sounds echoes throughout the complex and the group of ghouls snap to attention...they then scamper away, out of sight of the party.
Marcon clicks his tongue in seeing the ghouls run off. Yet even still, he held his ground for a few moments longer, before whispering almost tersely back at those closer to the newly open door, "If this place really connected to the other, we should probably expect company 'fore long. So let's head out and get our bearings real quick like 'fore their on us again."Having said that, unless he sensed some hesitation in those closest to the door not stepping through, then he'd take it upon himself to do as much, assuming Gundren doesn't hold him back again.
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Not having the benefit of darkvision like the others, Marcon stepped through the door into the darkened chamber beyond. The light of Rigel's sword produced enough light from the room to the north that the farmhand could at least see a passageway to the west which looked as though it led into a hall that ran north and south. Beyond that, his human eyes would not allow him to observe anything further.
Gundren followed Marcon through the door and once he had deemed the scene to be relatively safe, turned and beckoned the others to follow.
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Marcon squinted in confusion for a moment, before absently fiddling with the hooded lantern on his belt. "Why isn't it... wait..frick! H-Hold on-..."He whispered tersely to the others while unlatching the lantern to give it once over. After a moment he sighs, kneels down, and start pulling out an oil flask and other supplies from his pack. "Darn thing must've went out during the fight."He added quietly.
Almost as soon as the lantern is fueled and lit once more, he stood up once more to holding the lantern a fair bit high to shine its light down the western passage. "There... that aughta do it. Let's get going."He says as heads for the passageway with every expectation of the others following along, and takes a peek down south then north(or what he designated as such). If nothing immediately jumps out as trouble, he continues on out into the intersection, beckoning others to join him, and asks while still maintaining some quietness, "Aight, which way ya'll wanna go?"
Rigel gives Van a bit of a side eye glance as the spell casters continues to talk to himself. Figuring it will have to wait he follows the others through. Once on the otherside he starts looking for signs of someone or something passing this way.
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"No, they can't hear me," responds the sword mentally to Vanzaren, "you've been talking to me out loud this whole time, like a crazy person. Which is exactly what your friends think you are becoming. Little do they know, you've been a crazy person for quite some time now...a crazy person that murders his teachers and steals their spells! I know you are only half-elf, but seriously, what an evil thing to do! A goodly elf would have been destroyed by the guilt and shame by now, but you...seem to be managing just fine with your little secret. You're not really 'good' are you, Vanzaren Tanidoni?"
While Vanzaren was taking a psionic brow-beating from his moonblade, Rigel looked around for tracks of any kind. Though he found none, he could detect that something was definitely amiss about the area, but he couldn't quite piece it together...at least not until Marcon stepped into the hallway. Then, everything suddenly began to fall into place: the exceptionally clean/dust-free floor in the hall (compared to the heavy dust in the room in which they were standing), the coins and rat skulls that seemed to levitate on their own in the hall...the ranger started to shout a warning to Marcon, but the realization came to him just a moment too late...
As Marcon stepped into the hallway, he suddenly felt his skin begin to burn. Not heat burn....chemical burn. Acid...the kind caused by a [gelatinous cube[/monster]! Which is exactly what Rigel had realized was standing in the opening of the hall.
His reflexes keenly tuned, Marcon dodges backwards into the antechamber outside the store room, narrowly avoiding being sucked into the ooze's girth...
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Hearing the commotion, Ronk joins Rigel and the others, staring in confusion as he watches Marcon jump away from... Something. He stabs out twice into the space Marcon had just occupied, then shouts. "Uuuhhh, Olrai? Please help with... Whatever this is!"
The cube quivers as Ronk's spear pierces its semi-solid, translucent flesh. As he pulls back, Ronk's spearhead sizzles as the remnants of the ooze's acidic body ate away the dried blood that was encrusted on the weapon.
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Van's still holding the sword loosely in his grip, "Yes okay I'm the worst person on the face of the earth! I accidentally killed my mentor and then instead of doing something like going to get help I ran away like the coward I am, is that what you want to hear from me?! I'm sorry I killed him, I've been sorry since the moment I did it but I don't know how to make it right anymore"
He half-heartedly raises his hand up as a wobbly firebolt flies off in the direction of the ooze. Unlike what it normally looks like, it looks more like a tiny wavering ball.
"So, it was an accident you say," echoes the sword in Vanzaren's consciousness. "And what do we do when accidents happen, hmm? Abscond with the victim's spellbooks? Join the circus and leave town? Isolde places her mark upon those who have yet to accept blame...it would seem that you are beginning to own up to the tragedy you caused, but making it right it altogether something different..."
Vanzaren's wayward spell zooms past Ronk's ear, singing off the hair dangling from one ear. The fireball, messy as it was, blasts the cube, sending parts of it flying into the darkness of the hallway beyond.
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Nundro and Sildar race into the other room in response to the sound of combat. The dwarf proceeds to the far side of the room and sets up a rear flank read to assist those forming the front line while Sildar posts up near Vanzaren and fires a shot with his crossbow:
NUNDRO Move (Dash): 60 feet to the southern end of the south chamber
SILDAR Attack (Hvy Crossbow): 17 vs. AC 6 (Gelatinous Cube); dealing 7 piercing damage on a hit.
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As much as Marcon might've had questions for Van, in the heat of the moment, all he could focus on was to wave his arm, cursing and complaining, "Man that freaking stung worse than a Gob arrow!" Afterwards, he shoots a glance back to Vanzaren, asking, "The heck is this?!" But without really waiting for answer, Marcon then fished around his person, eventually producing another flask of oil to splash its contents on the cube, if only to make it a little easer to see, if nothing else.
Action: Splash Oil on the Cube.
(@DM: Not sure if for the above you wanted a Dex Save for the creature or to go by its attack rules on the item as he's not quite using it by the item description. But if going by attack rules, here's Marcon's attack w/ proficiency cause tavern brawler: 16.(20))
Marcon douses the cube with lamp oil, making the creature a little easier to see. (OOC: attacks against the gelatinous cube are no longer made with DISADV. Also, the cube is now flammable.)
As he does so, Olrai begins to pour through the doorway flying over the others to the open space at the southwest corner of the room. She brandishes her weapons and attacks the creature:
Multiattack #1 (Scimitar): 20 vs. AC 6 (Gelatinus Cube); dealing Unable to parse dice roll. slashing damage and 3 lightning damage on a hit. Multiattack #2 (Scimitar): 12 vs. AC 6 (Gelatinus Cube); dealing 12 slashing damage and 6 lightning damage on a hit. Multiattack #3 (Scimitar): 19 vs. AC 6 (Gelatinus Cube); dealing 12 slashing damage and 4 lightning damage on a hit.
The first strike carves a chunk off the corner of the cube, the second slices it fully in half sideways and the third parts the creature again into fourths....seconds later, the cube dissolves into a bubbling mass on the floor at their feet!
She casually places her swords back in their scabbards and looks at Ronk: "Master, I have about 40 minutes of time remaining on this plane until I will be summoned back to my home plane. I suggest we get a move on, if you intend to apply my martial skills towards defeating other foes..."
(END OF COMBAT)
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Though most of his attention remained on the portal, Marcon at least caught a glimpse of the door upon crossing over, and so said, "Garet. Ronk. Hate to be a bugger boo right now, but mind getting the door open and seeing what else awaits us? Rest of us probably should stay ready but quiet in case them dead heads come snooping about the closet 'n thensome."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Rigel readies Hew and ignites the R.O.L.M.s fire brand lighting the area in the process.
**This Space for Rent**
Garet nods at Ronk in doors direction.
Ronk runs his hands over the door, put his shoulder on it, and gives a shove as hard as he can.
Strength: 12
And should the door prove to be a 'pull' rather than a 'push' even after that and remain closed, he'll punch it.
Unarmed strike: 15; 7 bludgeoning on hit.
Ronk and Garet get into position next to the door with Olrai and Gundren flanking them. Sildar and Nundro are watching the rear forming a protective layer around Marcon, Rigel and Vanzaren in the middle. The room seems secure - the door is of sturdy construction and although it does not have a locking device installed, it could easily be barred with some of the heavy barrels sitting nearby.
Looking back through the portal, the party can see four ghouls re-enter the wizard's chamber. The group sniffs at the air, jerking their heads back and forth like a pack of hyenas that has lost the trail of a wounded buffalo...they don't seem to understand the concept of the wizard's portal and any scent left behind by the party did not appear to follow them through it.
As Ronk heaves the door open, it creaks loudly on old rusted hinges, but opens with ease nonetheless. The sounds echoes throughout the complex and the group of ghouls snap to attention...they then scamper away, out of sight of the party.
Marcon clicks his tongue in seeing the ghouls run off. Yet even still, he held his ground for a few moments longer, before whispering almost tersely back at those closer to the newly open door, "If this place really connected to the other, we should probably expect company 'fore long. So let's head out and get our bearings real quick like 'fore their on us again." Having said that, unless he sensed some hesitation in those closest to the door not stepping through, then he'd take it upon himself to do as much, assuming Gundren doesn't hold him back again.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Not having the benefit of darkvision like the others, Marcon stepped through the door into the darkened chamber beyond. The light of Rigel's sword produced enough light from the room to the north that the farmhand could at least see a passageway to the west which looked as though it led into a hall that ran north and south. Beyond that, his human eyes would not allow him to observe anything further.
Gundren followed Marcon through the door and once he had deemed the scene to be relatively safe, turned and beckoned the others to follow.
Marcon squinted in confusion for a moment, before absently fiddling with the hooded lantern on his belt. "Why isn't it... wait..frick! H-Hold on-..." He whispered tersely to the others while unlatching the lantern to give it once over. After a moment he sighs, kneels down, and start pulling out an oil flask and other supplies from his pack. "Darn thing must've went out during the fight." He added quietly.
Almost as soon as the lantern is fueled and lit once more, he stood up once more to holding the lantern a fair bit high to shine its light down the western passage. "There... that aughta do it. Let's get going." He says as heads for the passageway with every expectation of the others following along, and takes a peek down south then north(or what he designated as such). If nothing immediately jumps out as trouble, he continues on out into the intersection, beckoning others to join him, and asks while still maintaining some quietness, "Aight, which way ya'll wanna go?"
-Perception: 20.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Or we could keep hopping back and forth to confuse them," Van adds, though his focus still seems to be on the sword.
"So... they can't hear you?" He tries speaking mentally to the sword.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Rigel gives Van a bit of a side eye glance as the spell casters continues to talk to himself. Figuring it will have to wait he follows the others through. Once on the otherside he starts looking for signs of someone or something passing this way.
Survival: 11
**This Space for Rent**
"No, they can't hear me," responds the sword mentally to Vanzaren, "you've been talking to me out loud this whole time, like a crazy person. Which is exactly what your friends think you are becoming. Little do they know, you've been a crazy person for quite some time now...a crazy person that murders his teachers and steals their spells! I know you are only half-elf, but seriously, what an evil thing to do! A goodly elf would have been destroyed by the guilt and shame by now, but you...seem to be managing just fine with your little secret. You're not really 'good' are you, Vanzaren Tanidoni?"
While Vanzaren was taking a psionic brow-beating from his moonblade, Rigel looked around for tracks of any kind. Though he found none, he could detect that something was definitely amiss about the area, but he couldn't quite piece it together...at least not until Marcon stepped into the hallway. Then, everything suddenly began to fall into place: the exceptionally clean/dust-free floor in the hall (compared to the heavy dust in the room in which they were standing), the coins and rat skulls that seemed to levitate on their own in the hall...the ranger started to shout a warning to Marcon, but the realization came to him just a moment too late...
DEXTERITY SAVE
Marcon: 4 vs. DC 12
As Marcon stepped into the hallway, he suddenly felt his skin begin to burn. Not heat burn....chemical burn. Acid...the kind caused by a [gelatinous cube[/monster]! Which is exactly what Rigel had realized was standing in the opening of the hall.
His reflexes keenly tuned, Marcon dodges backwards into the antechamber outside the store room, narrowly avoiding being sucked into the ooze's girth...
ROLLING INITIATIVE:
9 - RONK
14 - MARCON
13 - VANZAREN
6 - RIGEL
13 - GARET
13 - GELATINOUS CUBE
11 - OLRAI
17 - GUNDREN
19 - NUNDRO
16 - SILDAR
Hearing the commotion, Ronk joins Rigel and the others, staring in confusion as he watches Marcon jump away from... Something. He stabs out twice into the space Marcon had just occupied, then shouts. "Uuuhhh, Olrai? Please help with... Whatever this is!"
Spear attack 1: 15; damage on hit 5 Piercing
Spear attack 2: 24; damage on hit 8 Piercing
The cube quivers as Ronk's spear pierces its semi-solid, translucent flesh. As he pulls back, Ronk's spearhead sizzles as the remnants of the ooze's acidic body ate away the dried blood that was encrusted on the weapon.
Van's still holding the sword loosely in his grip, "Yes okay I'm the worst person on the face of the earth! I accidentally killed my mentor and then instead of doing something like going to get help I ran away like the coward I am, is that what you want to hear from me?! I'm sorry I killed him, I've been sorry since the moment I did it but I don't know how to make it right anymore"
He half-heartedly raises his hand up as a wobbly firebolt flies off in the direction of the ooze. Unlike what it normally looks like, it looks more like a tiny wavering ball.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"So, it was an accident you say," echoes the sword in Vanzaren's consciousness. "And what do we do when accidents happen, hmm? Abscond with the victim's spellbooks? Join the circus and leave town? Isolde places her mark upon those who have yet to accept blame...it would seem that you are beginning to own up to the tragedy you caused, but making it right it altogether something different..."
Vanzaren's wayward spell zooms past Ronk's ear, singing off the hair dangling from one ear. The fireball, messy as it was, blasts the cube, sending parts of it flying into the darkness of the hallway beyond.
Nundro and Sildar race into the other room in response to the sound of combat. The dwarf proceeds to the far side of the room and sets up a rear flank read to assist those forming the front line while Sildar posts up near Vanzaren and fires a shot with his crossbow:
NUNDRO
Move (Dash): 60 feet to the southern end of the south chamber
SILDAR
Attack (Hvy Crossbow): 17 vs. AC 6 (Gelatinous Cube); dealing 7 piercing damage on a hit.
As much as Marcon might've had questions for Van, in the heat of the moment, all he could focus on was to wave his arm, cursing and complaining, "Man that freaking stung worse than a Gob arrow!" Afterwards, he shoots a glance back to Vanzaren, asking, "The heck is this?!" But without really waiting for answer, Marcon then fished around his person, eventually producing another flask of oil to splash its contents on the cube, if only to make it a little easer to see, if nothing else.
Action: Splash Oil on the Cube.
(@DM: Not sure if for the above you wanted a Dex Save for the creature or to go by its attack rules on the item as he's not quite using it by the item description. But if going by attack rules, here's Marcon's attack w/ proficiency cause tavern brawler: 16.(20))
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Marcon douses the cube with lamp oil, making the creature a little easier to see. (OOC: attacks against the gelatinous cube are no longer made with DISADV. Also, the cube is now flammable.)
As he does so, Olrai begins to pour through the doorway flying over the others to the open space at the southwest corner of the room. She brandishes her weapons and attacks the creature:
Multiattack #1 (Scimitar): 20 vs. AC 6 (Gelatinus Cube); dealing Unable to parse dice roll. slashing damage and 3 lightning damage on a hit.
Multiattack #2 (Scimitar): 12 vs. AC 6 (Gelatinus Cube); dealing 12 slashing damage and 6 lightning damage on a hit.
Multiattack #3 (Scimitar): 19 vs. AC 6 (Gelatinus Cube); dealing 12 slashing damage and 4 lightning damage on a hit.
The first strike carves a chunk off the corner of the cube, the second slices it fully in half sideways and the third parts the creature again into fourths....seconds later, the cube dissolves into a bubbling mass on the floor at their feet!
She casually places her swords back in their scabbards and looks at Ronk: "Master, I have about 40 minutes of time remaining on this plane until I will be summoned back to my home plane. I suggest we get a move on, if you intend to apply my martial skills towards defeating other foes..."
(END OF COMBAT)