OOC - Place Mithrokk and Lathalas at the end of the corridor.
While the elf jabbers away like a bluejay, the dwarf falls silent. He tries to drown out the incessant chatter of the elf, who isn't paying any attention to his surroundings ...
OOC - Because of the lousy Perception check.
... but Mithrokk is aware that there is danger here. The hairs on his arms are standing up. He senses that there is danger in standing between the two doors, but he is also wary of what would happen if he and Lathalas moved away.
He can find no rational basis for this feeling, however.
Farnakees grunts at the extra weight. Clunky, but, nothing he's not used to. Numerous times in the past, he's had to carry much heavier kit on double-time marches, when a huge baggage train would be a hindrance.
He checks if any of the rats scorched rats are palatable. Nope... gotta skin em first.... He wistfully remembers his squad leader admonishing him as a cadet: "If it flies, it's edible. If it crawls, it's edible."
"Well, look at me. Picky, picky, picky," he thinks to himself.
Rastaris follows the elf and the dwarf, and positions himself behind Farnakees. He instructs Xelote (who perches on his shoulder) to watch the corridor, in case more rats emerge from the corridor or rooms behind .
OOC - Place Mithrokk and Lathalas at the end of the corridor.
While the elf jabbers away like a bluejay, the dwarf falls silent. He tries to drown out the incessant chatter of the elf, who isn't paying any attention to his surroundings ...
OOC - Because of the lousy Perception check.
... but Mithrokk is aware that there is danger here. The hairs on his arms are standing up. He senses that there is danger in standing between the two doors, but he is also wary of what would happen if he and Lathalas moved away.
He can find no rational basis for this feeling, however.
"Friends, I dinnae ken what it is, but something is amiss. Me hairs are restless and we should be cautious. Stay alert."
OOC: Ooh-Kay, while the banter is fun, it is now my understanding that Farnakees, Rastartis, and Alianna have joined Mithrokk and Lathalas in between the 'doors of death' ...
OOC: Rastaris, Alianna, and Farnakees, make Perception checks.
"You... you gave me LOADED asëa aranion??"
"And moving your gaze from one to the other, you realize decay lies where you least expect."
Alianna scowls at the Paladin. "Second hand smoke. You should've smoked outdoors."
She shrugs and joins the investigation of the doors.
OOC - Place Mithrokk and Lathalas at the end of the corridor.
While the elf jabbers away like a bluejay, the dwarf falls silent. He tries to drown out the incessant chatter of the elf, who isn't paying any attention to his surroundings ...
OOC - Because of the lousy Perception check.
... but Mithrokk is aware that there is danger here. The hairs on his arms are standing up. He senses that there is danger in standing between the two doors, but he is also wary of what would happen if he and Lathalas moved away.
He can find no rational basis for this feeling, however.
"Neither of you thought to share?"
Farnakees grunts at the extra weight. Clunky, but, nothing he's not used to. Numerous times in the past, he's had to carry much heavier kit on double-time marches, when a huge baggage train would be a hindrance.
He checks if any of the rats scorched rats are palatable. Nope... gotta skin em first.... He wistfully remembers his squad leader admonishing him as a cadet: "If it flies, it's edible. If it crawls, it's edible."
"Well, look at me. Picky, picky, picky," he thinks to himself.
Rastaris follows the elf and the dwarf, and positions himself behind Farnakees. He instructs Xelote (who perches on his shoulder) to watch the corridor, in case more rats emerge from the corridor or rooms behind .
"Don't be so coy. You *know* that asëa aranion is the very *definition* of loaded."
"If we get out of this alive, I'll roll you a sweet one."
OOC: I have to say that this is my favorite part of D&D: the creative banter between players (and DM!) I'm rolling on the floor, laughing my tush off.
OOC: Whoa. B&D Beyond actually censored my post. Replacing *** with ***.
"Friends, I dinnae ken what it is, but something is amiss. Me hairs are restless and we should be cautious. Stay alert."
"Rolling sweet ones... Get a room already," Farnakees sighs, covering his ears...
OOC: Banter makes the scenes more fun. Like little Spidey quips throughout the fight scenes.
OOC: Seriously? They edited your ass?
OOC: HOW COOL IS THAT?
OOC: I know, right? Nothing to fear from Dan anymore!
OOC: So, if we get a pack animal, we have to say mule, even though, technically it's an a$s...
OOC: But please, roll the sweet ones out of combat and not during.
OOC: Rolling sweet in combat is good for us!
OOC: We could also say "donkey" or "burro". Is this a conversation we've had a few decades ago??
OOC: I'm laughing my donkey off. Mmmmmm. Works for me!
OOC: Ooh-Kay, while the banter is fun, it is now my understanding that Farnakees, Rastartis, and Alianna have joined Mithrokk and Lathalas in between the 'doors of death' ...
OOC: Rastaris, Alianna, and Farnakees, make Perception checks.
Alianna perception: 16