Lost Mine of Phandelver

Either too exhausted to care or even notice the complaints, Marcon stood for a few moments with his eyes closed and doing some kind of breathing exercise before finally shaking himself. "... Okay, right, so, uhm... that guy's gonna be out for a bit. Ronk there could use some more patch'n up. So all in all, we might as well get settled in for now. And if he don't wake after that -- uh, the other bugbear knocked over there -- then... hm, I think the I kit I got has some smelling salts we could try then. And if anyone else shows up 'fore then, uhm... I mean, I guess they'll be in for a rude surprise won't they?" As he's speaking Marcon had taken to pacing at first, before finally making his way over to the door to bar it once more.  

Ronk nods, still a little wobbly on his feet. "Yeah... I could probably use a little breather."

The party sets down to rest for an hour to bandage their wounds and catch their breath

(OOC: Please roll hit dice in the thread and don't forget to reset your character sheets with a short rest.)

OOC: 3 hit dice for 14

Rigel: 3

Ronk leans against a wall. Then soon slides down it to sit on the floor and meditate.

Hit dice: 9

The party enjoys their rest largely undisturbed, but about halfway through the hour, a blood-curdling scream can be heard echoing down the passageways from somewhere much deeper in the complex/cavern. Though faint, all would have heard and alerted to the chilling sound; a stark reminder of the kind of constant threat they found themselves under since they had come together barely a month earlier for the simple task of delivering some supplies for one Gundren Rockseeker.

Rigel startles awake from where he was leaning up against the door. Pressing an ear up against the rough hewn wood he listens to see if he can hear anyone approaching.

Perception: 19

Van will spend the time the party takes messing around with his sword and spellbook.

((Using Arcane Recovery to regain a 2nd level and 1st level SS))

Having been dozing himself, Marcon startle to alertness is accompanied by him immediately drawing the hammer. Yet if Rigel's listening at the door or no further screams are forthcoming, he'd grumble and slide the hammer away. "Give us a break." He muttered, then looked to the others. Or more accurately, at those that might look about ready to go charging off. To which, he tiredly shakes his head and gesture to the ground.

Once the hour had fully past with the bugbear captive yet stll asleep, Marcon grimaces and adds, "Anyone got anything to wake sleeping beauty up?"

From inside the barricaded room, Rigel hears only the echo of water droplets occasionally falling from stalactites to the tiny pools that had formed beneath them...no other screams or signs of habitation are evident.

After a few seconds of silence Rigel relaxes at his post. 

"Whatever that was it's not headed this way." Rigel says ae slumps back to a resting posture.

"Ronk could you h..help?" Adds Garet to Marcon question

Ronk ceases his light snoring and opens his eyes as he completes his meditation/nap. He pats down his clothes and, finding nothing that might help wake up a knocked out bugbear, gets up, walks over to the captive, and slaps him. "Wake up!"

The snap sound of the slap awakes Rigel with a start. Realizing what is happening he pulls some rope from his pack. 

"Let's get him tied up before we wake him."

survival for the knots:18

The injured bugbear slowly returns to consciousness, spouting a mixture of noises and actual information while Rigel furiously scrambles to get him tied up before he is fully awake. His eyelids open and shut several times as he drifts between the waking world and the concussion-induced quasi-dream state: "...(unintelligible groans)...Yes, Black Spider, we have the dwarf and his brothers...(more mumbling)...No, Black Spider, the one with the boots did not survive the interrogation...(whimpers and growls)...we will post watch from the barracks while the gelatinous cube roams the hallways...(goes back to snoring)..."

"A gelata what now?" Marcon comments, though by then its far too late. So he quizzically looks to Van and Rigel. If neither appeared any more understanding or fail to volunteer anything, he closes his eyes for a moment to ponder, half hoping to dredge up reminders from old stories from his ma....

History: 19. (11)

"... Mnn... Name at least sounds familiar but-..." He shakes his head. "Anyhow, sounds like this Black Spider definitely has the other brother, so... I guess that's sorta good news. We just need to be on watch for this cube thing while walking the hallways. Which shouldn't be too hard. Question is are ya'll ready to go?"

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"A gelatinous cube..?" Rigel tries to recall anything he can but tying up the squirming bugbear is requiring most of his concentration at the moment. 

Marcon searches his memory concerning gelatinous cubes and just barely recalls a conversation he overheard one evening in a tavern between two old men, who were swapping stories of their days as adventurers:

"...'how do bones and armor just float like that?' T'was the last thing old Barney said b'fore the transparent cube sucked him in...it dissolved his flesh right before our eyes!"

"...be mindful of a perfectly clean floor in a dungeon...the cube is know to leave a clean path in its wake..."

As the thought hits while waiting for everyone else to declare a readiness to continue, Marcon shudders and shakes his head. "Uh... Also, if any of ya'll notice any more cleanly hallways or floating skeletons, good odds are, uh... well... good odds that's a Gelato Cube. And there are bad business  And let me just say, teh stories do /not/ paint'em a good light. So if any of ya'll holding a ten fool pull bon ya somehow... mind If I borrow it?