laid back apocalypse

The wolf druid snorts at Rehys' words, linking up with them telepathically for a brief moment to say, 'm good. Thanks for the offer though, twinkles. He then pads his way over to the bodies to assist T'chal in looting with his snoot.

Keen sniffing! 18

Poking around at the bodies, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker inventories the gear and goods collected.

Goodies
2 x Sharktooth Sword (Good Condition)
2 x Chain Mail (Damaged Condition)

16gp 20cp

Hawke sniffs around and uncovers the following treasure. 

Treasure

Khalt has a pouch containing 30 gp, 12 pp, four garnets worth 100 gp each, and two potions of greater healing.

While Auric pokes his head out the door and only hears the sound of the water stream to the west.

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker writes everything down, stores things away, then slams shut his book with aplomb, holding out the two healing potions, "These types of things should be spread evenly throughout the group to be used as needed. Kerric, Hawke, would you like these?" 

Once that is done he glances surreptitiously at Anya, who is still avoiding eye contact, and glances to their scouts, "Well, shall we continue?"

Kerric:

Accepting the healing potion, Kerric says, “Thank you, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker.  I think we passed a room that could be a safe place to rest now that this room is cleared.  I assume we still want to do that so our users of magic may replenish their resources.”

Kerric looks to the rest of the group, ready to go on if the others are, but understanding the need for a longer rest after their very busy day.

Hearing Reghys' ask, Ebele goes to look herself over. She pauses. Then starts patting herself down. Just a little bruise left from earlier, but she was good. The monk would offer a reassuring smile. "They weren't fast enough to touch this." Involuntarily, a tune starts playing in her head making her head bob a little. Hawke was subjected to it too. Can't touch this. Denenene nene...

Bringing logic back, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker suggests to proceed. "Sounds like we're up." Feeling for Hawke, Ebele gives his head a scritch when she finds him. "Good ol' Snoots an' Boots." She wiggles her barefooted toes.

A diligent sentry, Auric stood post at the northern door. He'd be able to share that there was a door directly 40ft north and the canal approximately 50ft to the west. Ebele would approach, nodding in thanks for the elven warrior for always keeping an eye out. He'd be able to watch Ebele and Hawke investigate the room to the north. "We can keep you informed as things develop." She'd assure with a confident smile. The blonde would give Hawke a hearty pat on the side. The druid's communication link was top notch.

"We need to be very, very quiet..." Ebele would put a finger to her mouth. When Wawke would be ready, he'd lead them down the hall. Indeed, they were quiet. Together their steps fell in line and they crept forward. Sure enough, the door was the same stone doors that required strength to open. The monk would place her ear to the door while Hawke could put his snoot to the floor.

Wawke wafts. There was something different about the air coming through the door. It was extremely feint, but nothing an expect nose couldn't pick up. Also, having spent a good amount of time in this place, he was plenty familiar with the musk that blanketed this dungeon of moisture. This was different. If he was in that room he was sure he could figure it out. Though, he didn't need his link with Ebele to know that they both could tell that room wasn't without occupants. She'd hold up two fingers. Hawke could confirm, there were two beings in there. And they weren't cultists. Something more sinister.

Options Presented!
(Providing some choices for consideration. Can do one, none or all of the above!)

A) Who's that Pokemon Monster!
(Opportunity to gather information about what's inside. This can be done with group collaboration.)

1. To learn more about what could be beyond the door: Survival check DC10
     (Provides advantage for 2. or 3. roll)

2. To learn what could inhabit beyond the door: Nature check DC10
     (Provides advantage for 3. roll. Stacks with above)

3. To Identify what's beyond the door: Arcana check DC15
     (Is rolled at disadvantage without any of the above.

B) Full Steam Ahead!
(Leeroy Jeennnnnkinnnssss! AKA. Just 'charge' in or go on in.)

Required: Strength Check DC15 to open the door.

C) Sleep on it?
(Long rest any one? There has been talk of long rest. There is an option available, or at least a way we can work it to accommodate a player or two as a refresh.)

Hawke's tail sways from side to side when T'chal offers him the healing potion, pleased that the tiefling was looking out for him. Awwe, thanks, Snickers. Don't got any pockets though... He pauses a moment, then gently takes the potion from his hand in his mouth. He then pads over to Xalkas, leaning down to put the potion in front of him, then carefully rolling it to him with a bump of his snoot.

Here. I can't hold this now, but I think it'll be in safe hands with you since you try to stay outta the frey. But if someone really needs it, please give it to 'em, okay? I 'ppreciate it!

When he feels Ebele's slender fingers run through and scratch his head, he can't help his tail wagging in absolute delight. We were born for scoutin'! Let's do this, Boots! 

Just before they set out, the druid is sure to keep a telepathic link between him and Kerric to keep him updated. With a solid nod of affirmation to both the warrior and monk, he was ready to set out.

Hawke keeps his sniffs low to the ground, picking up on that... oddly sinister scent. Ebele picked up on it too, it seemed. Two of 'em. He would relay over to Kerric. Two... somethings... not cultists... It's...

(I hope I did this right >n< I'll roll the first one twice since I want to assume Ebele is helping!)
1. Survival DC10 - 25 | 25
2. Nature DC10 (rolled at adv) - 6 
3. Arcana DC15 (rolled at adv) - 16

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker sniffs at Hawke, "The name is not Snickers. It's T'chal'fronack'zcinicker. It's really quite easy to say. T...chal....fron...ack....shin...ick...er.  It has less syllables than unidirectionality, and you can say that easily enough.  I'm sure you're up to the challenge."  He pats Hawke with a smile and then goes to crouch, just outside the doorway, watching as Ebele and Hawke sneak forward to investigate the door.  It looks like Hawke has things well enough in hand, so he just waits for the two of them to take a guess at what's through the door. 

(Well I saw the thing comin' out of the sky
It had the one long horn, one big eye
I commenced to shakin' and I said "ooh-eee"
It looks like a purple people eater to me...)

Nothics. Hawke knew without any shadows of a doubt. Monstrous creatures with terrible talons and a single great eye. When driven to violence, they use their horrific gaze to rot the flesh from its enemies’ bones. By the smell and sound of it, the room contained a fountain as well.

If Hawke shares this knowledge, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker suggests they move in, and quickly wipe out the evil creatures. Better than leaving enemies that could cut off any hasty departure later on. 

Nothics... There was a slight growl in his voice when he finishes his message to Kerric. Hawke had a run in with one of them out in the wild before and it wasn't an easy fight. Maybe with the whole group here it wouldn't be too big of an issue. We gotta be careful with these guys... They look at you a certain way and you'll feel all sorts of shitty. Tell the others n' let us know how you want us to proceed.

The druid keeps his stance still for Ebele to hold firm until a plan of action is delivered.

With T'chal's call (and hopefully everyone elses agreeance), Hawke gives the group some time to move forward prior to linking back up to Belle, notifying her of what was decided.

On go, knock the door down, n' I'll try to hop on one of 'em, 'kay? 3... 2... 1...

GO!

When Ebele busts the door down, Hawke rushes in and attacks the first Nothic he sees!

Surprise! Attack: 18 Damage: 9 
If hit, they gotta make a DC13 str save or be knocked prone!

Initty: 15

Kerric:

Agreeing with the simple plan, Kerric draws his sword and rushes in as soon as the door opens, looking for the foe to slay.

Initiative:  19

Reghys gives a wry smile and a nod to Orric: "I see the appeal in a blade now, never runs out. Well, good thing I watched Kerric enough to know a thing or two about swinging a blade as well. You ready for this?"

With that, they draw their dagger and start to focus their last remaining magical potential.

Orric simply smiles, cocks his crossbow and gives a short nod. "Ready!"

Initiative Reghys: 22; Intiative Orric: 21

Xalkas pockets the potion from Hawke with a simple nod. He did prefer to stay out of the fray as Hawke put it. Plus he has Berd around for added protection. 

The scholarly gnome looks a bit apprehensive about facing Nothic’s. From what he’s read about them, they dangerous enough by themselves but if there’s more than one… that could be really dangerous. He stands ready to support the Alliance as they make their way forward however, despite his trepidation. 

Initiative: 19

T’s init: 22

Anya pulls out her sword, holding it more like a club than anything and makes it clear she’s rushing in. The tiefling doesn’t say anything and just gives her a quick look before getting his crossbow ready. 

Informed of what to expect, Ebele prepares herself to poke some eyes out. And since she was the designated one with hands for the initial assault, she had to get the door first. The blonde limbers up and flexes her hands, then at Hawke’s signal, she heaves.

Strength Check DC15: 3 

On Success: Everyone gets a surprise round.
On Failure: Someone else has to come help Ebele open the door. They must succeed at a Stealth DC12 to maintain surprise round.
On Crit Fail: Someone else has to open the door and you lose all hope of a surprise round.

Ebele Init: 23 
N1: 10 | N2: 14 

Kerric:

Rushing in as soon as he can manage it, Kerric approaches the nearest Nothic and slashes at it twice with his magical blade.

Elven Curved Blade:  Attack: 19 Damage: 16

Elven Curved Blade:  Attack: 23 Damage: 9

Lathna:

For her part, Lathna maneuvers for position and fires her crossbow at whichever foe she can better target.

Heavy Crossbow: Attack: 14 Damage: 7

Anya is quick to follow Kerric into the room. She sees him target a Nothic and rushes up, her shark-tooth longsword clutched in two hands as she brings it down onto the things head....in a rather clumsy fashion. She knows how to use the sword, and is pretty lithe on her feet...she just seems to be trying too hard...

Attack: 7 Damage: 8

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker meanwhile steps into the room and takes a quick step to the left, keeping his back to the wall and takes aim at the same creature, letting loose a shot. 

Attack: 25 Damage: 10

Orric steps into the door a hair's breath behind Kerric and lets fly at the Nothic targeted by Kerric, aiming for the big eyestalk.

18 for 14 piercing damage plus 8 damage for the crit!

Xalkas lets loose a fire bolt at the closest nothic

Attack: 23 Damage: 15

Berd rushes to the same one slashing at it with his two short swords.

Attack: 18 Damage: 6

Attack: 13 Damage: 4