laid back apocalypse

Group members rush into a chamber that has been badly damaged. Several collapsed columns and buckling walls speak to the passage of many long years, but one feature remains curiously intact: a stone fountain in the middle of the west wall. It consists of a ten-foot-wide semicircular stone basin of water, with a grinning gargoyle perched on a pedestal jutting out from the wall. Stone doors exit to the north and the south.

Hiding behind the broken columns and rubble choking the eastern part of the chamber are the two nothics Hawke prepared them for. The druid follows his nose and sniffs them out. Guiding the way, he pounces!

Surprise!
T | K | H | N1 | E | X | R | N2

Wawke latches onto the monstrous creature's leg and threatens to pull it down.

N1 ST: 1

Having also been fished out, the second nothic was wide eyed in surprise. Kerric swoops in to take position with Anya at his side. He manages to swipe the monster on the inside of it's thigh before managing to dodge his second strike. Having taken the chance, Anya's efforts were enough to catch the Nothic right between it's fingers and slicing the web of them, nicking the bone.

Thuck! Thuck!

In succession, Lathna and T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's bolts pierce either shoulder of that second nothic. It rears to screech in pain when it'd be cut short.

Schthuck!

Orric's shot tears through it's windpipe.

From his vantage point, Xalkas struggles to get a clear shot. His bolt streaks by, bringing a brief warm light along with it. Using it as his guide, Berd follows it into battle, slashing with both swords. He didn't manage to hit anything, but he did find himself at Hawke's side.

Nayreen would give a signal for Ebele to go one direction and she the other. It was time to poke some eyes out!

They go the same way. Not knowing any different, Ebele just followed her ears! Still running on the high of succesfully opening the door, the monk hopes to use her momentum to get a leg up. Nayreen rolls with the punches.

Ebele on N1
Attack 1: 16 Damage: 12
Attack 2: 17 Damage: 10
BAttack: 9 Damage: 7

Nayreen on N1
Attack: 11 Damage: 7
BAttack: 25 Damage: 7

Initiative
T | K | H | N1 | E | X | R | N2

Roll Call: T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, Kerric and Hawke!

Kerric:

Nodding quickly at Anya, acknowledging her contribution.  Sliding over to the other nothic, Kerric slashes vigorously with his blade as Lathna repositions and takes another shot.

Elven Curved Blade:   Attack: 10 Damage: 13

Elven Curved Blade:    Attack: 25 Damage: 9

Lathna's Shot:  Attack: 18 Damage: 11

Anya blushes and is quick to follow Kerric, bringing her sword down at the second nothic. 

Attack: 7 Damage: 10

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker takes aim as well, reloading smoothly and firing another shot. 

Attack: 18 Damage: 8

Initiative
T | K | H | N1 | E | X | R | N2

Missing with his first swing, Kerric cuts down his target with the second one. Distracted, Anya swings anyways, missing entirely.

Practically mimicking their first pair of shots, Lathna and T'chal'fronack'zcinicker pierce each shoulder of the first nothic.

Initiative
T | K | H | N1 | E | X | R

Roll Call: Hawke

(Apologies for the lateness! Was a busy weekend for me!)

Hawke was pleased to see the team easily take down one of the nothics already! Deciding it was time for him to make another sort of contribution, he chomps down at N1 again! 

Adv due to pack tactics - Attack: 25 Damage: 13 
If hit, they gotta make a DC13 str save or stay down!

(No worries)

Hawke latches down onto the remaining Nothic’s leg. His powerful jaws sink into the monsters flesh, puncturing a major artery. In his efforts to bring the creature down, he takes him down, for good. It didn’t even have a chance to attempt any of it’s weird Jedi mind tricks on the group. Wide eyed in surprise, all life drained from it, seeping out in the pool of blood at Hawke’s paws.

Initiative Over

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker stands up out of his 'battle' crouch pose he typically has and looks around, "Well. Aren't we an efficient and mean machine. And efficiency is the ultimate life goal for any of us, wouldn't you all agree?"  He walks into the room and pokes about the place, looking for anything of interest. 

Investigation: 8

Anya meanwhile nods meaningfully at the dead creature. That will teach THEM for being evil and....stuff.  She looks over at Kerric and watches what he does, studying his "post-combat" activities carefully.

Kerric:

Carefully wiping his blade clean of the creature's blood, Kerric sheathes his Elven Curved Blade and asks, "Did anyone get hurt?" before he goes to keep watch at the entrance of the room while the others search it.  

Perception:  12

Lathna:

With Kerric keeping watch, Lathna aids in searching the room, looking for anything unusual or out of place.

Perception:  19

Anya carefully wipes clean the blade of her sword (which was already clean since she'd failed to hit anything).  Then she sheathes and looks around at the group as well, she points to Lathna, "Did you get a scratch there? No.  Ok, good." 

Ebele relaxes her stance. After a pause she’d reach forward to feel. First her hand would cup the gargoyles chest, then find it’s way up to it’s face. It was then the monk would realize that she had no effect in the fight that just occurred, as she had been sparring, and losing, against a statue. The blonde blushes, clears her throat and corrects her posture. She gives a sheepish smile in case any one noticed.

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker pokes about the bodies and some rubble in an effort to investigate. Though whether it was lack of interest or simply distraction, the tiefling didn’t really find anything that’d tickle his fancy. Definitely nothing that’d improve his efficiency. Maybe some good rocks for Hawke.

However, it’s Lathna who stumbles upon something unique. Having taken interest in the fountain and it’s water. Ingesting it, she comes to realize that it more than just quenched thirst. It was as if it were blessed with healing powers and revitalized her weary body as if she rested.

Ever vigilant, Auric keeps an eye out for any threats. None present themselves.

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker grins as he casually walks up behind Ebele, and pats her on the shoulder, whispering quietly, "Good job, you really got that one."   He continues past her to the nearest stone door and listens as well as he can, realizing he should be a bit quieter with more doors and exits around.  He'll go listen to the other one after. (lemme know if you want a new roll or just use the same one)

Perception : 4

Lathna:

"Guys, you have to taste this water--it's amazing," says Lathna, suddenly appearing as fresh as a daisy after a spring rain, "I feel like I just slept for 12 hours straight!"

Xalkas and Berd both move to sample the water. 

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker glances at the water with concern. He's aware that what may seem like a gift, could be a deal with the devil. "We should be cautious, even if on first sample it tastes refreshing...the prettiest flowers are usually the most deadly."   However, after everyone has had some, and nothing bad has befallen Lathna for a few minutes, he would eventually drink some of the water. Suspiciously locking eyes with the grinning statue that watches over the water.

Hawke's ears perk up at Lathna's words, carefully padding his way over to the water. He squints over it, and takes a curious sniff...

Wanting to find out if maybe the water is blessed/cursed? Maybe he's encountered something like this before? Not too sure what to roll here so I'll roll a flat 20 and you can add what you think applies!
16
Nature +4, Religion/Arcana +1

Ebele ‘looks over’ her shoulder to respond to T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and playfully pops a brow. “Did you pee in the pool?”

Hawke would pick up that an ancient blessing provides the fountain with modest healing powers; anyone who drinks from it gains the benefits of having finished a long rest, but an individual who benefits from the fountain’s magic can’t do so again for 48 hours. He’d be confident that the water would lose its healing power if removed from the fountain. He figure’s the fountain is fed through a well-engineered system that taps from a hidden spring.

Ebele leans against her new ‘friend’, the statue. “So is it safe to gargoyle the water?” 

"Pee? Pool?  Um, not this time, no. But....live in fear, it could happen at any moment." 

Ebele practically hears T'chal'fronack'zcinicker eyes roll up in his head, as he lets out a "oh geeeeez" in response to her gargoyle comment.  Now feeling "fully rested", T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks about and says, "Well....this was a convenient find. Do we need to rest for any other reason, or can we push one of these doors open and see what there is to find behind it?"

“I’ll make note to swim upstream from you and be suspicious of warm spots.” Ebele’s head would dip in a mannerism as if she were winking. She’d stride towards the fountain. The monk would take a knee and reach in to cup the water in her hands. She’d bring it to her mouth and take a drink. Her body would visibly relax as she’d ingest the cool, refreshing water.

Once satisfied, Ebele would stand. She’d allow others to take their time to provide their input to the suggestion T'chal'fronack'zcinicker left open to the group. However, after some time and silence, she couldn’t help but kick things off. “Well,” The blonde would step forward, passing by the tiefling towards the door. “I can push the doors open, but I can’t see what’s behind them.” A small smirk would tug at her lip.

Kerric:

”Let me be your eyes, then, Ebele,” responds Kerric, joining her with his sword drawn.  “Ready when you are,” he adds.

Berd joins him, blades at the ready as well. He felt like he was getting the hang of this adventuring business. Xalkas stayed near the back of the group, interested in studying the Nothics a bit if there was time later, but at the moment ready to press forward.