The World's Largest Dungeon

[Cryssandra]

Welcome adventurers to the campaign setting of the World's Largest Dungeon!

The Out of Character thread is here (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=6542156#post6542156)

Rolls are here (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=6542141#post6542141)


And now, to begin.......



As the sun sets on the Iron Barrel Tavern, the smell of ale hangs in the dimly lit room. You and your comrades sit at a table near the fireplace. Across the room an old Dwarvish man sits muttering to himself in the candle light. He glances over at you, gets up from his seat, and buys a drink. The Ragged old Dwarf then walks over to you and speaks in a skeptical manner. "it is not oft we get a group o' folks such as yerselves here at tha Iron Barrel... What are ye lookin' fer?"

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Paradise, what else?" said Mort with a grin. He downed his drink, a strong one by the looks of it. "Until then, however, I'm looking for more tangible pleasures."

[Cryssandra]

"Tangible Pleasures eh?" The dwarf said... "I jus' may know what yer lookin fer... there is a place around here with treasures untold"
He pulls up a chair, his face becomes shadowed. "You remind me of m'self when i was younger. You may not know it, but this area is wrapped up in legend, though it is almost forgotten now......." The Dwarf takes a sip of ale and begins telling the legend....

Millennia ago, the celestials built a great dungeon. Within it, the celestials erected mammoth walls, locks, doors, and traps. It warded off those who would enter, but also walled in those who would escape; it was a dungeon larger than any ever known. Within it the celestials imprisoned hellish undead, demonic beasts, and fiendish monstrosities.

It was a perfect construction. Before the first dwarf would ever be born to sculpt stone, angels and celestials carved a work of art that no one would ever see. Perfect in every detail, it would stand inviolate for thousands of years. But none can say why the gods ordered demons and liches to be entombed and not destroyed. And in time, the gods would rue their mercy.

Centuries passed and the tomb stood unchanged. The champions who protected humanity from the liches and hezrou and pit fiends stood vigilant guard, ready to spend eternity in honor of the gods. But time passed over the celestials. The world forgot its heroes. Even the heavens turned a blind eye to the angels, inevitables, and guardians serving out their destiny entombed in the earth.

An Earthquake cracked the foundation of the dungeon. The rift spread for miles, nearly ripping the dungeon in two. Into the rift flowed magma, but it did not boil the occupants of the dungeon. The temperature rose beneath the earth, and the cold home of the unliving became capable of sustaining life.

It was not long before the Derro came. They made their homes among the rocks and tombs. Many of the traps set through the dungeon had been triggered, and creatures that the celestials had sworn to entomb eternally had escaped. In time, more subterranean creatures would make their homes in the rock. All the while, celestials contained the truest evils in the heart of this prison.

Then another earthquake pushed jagged earth through the dungeon floor, destroying a large portion of its foundation. Driders and Drow dug beneath the rock and rubble to make their homes. The same earthquake tore a hole in the ceiling and flying beasts like Arrowhawk and Belker perched on the highest plateaus of their underground sanctuary.

As the dungeon's population grew, so did the celestials' fear that mankind would be destroyed by its inhabitants. Two titans made the long journey into the mountains and stood guard at the entrance and exit to the tombs in eternal vigil.

[d13]

Allester Nar

"Paradise, huh?". The tall man rises his head, smiling. "Isn't it a bit over the top?".
Addressing the dwarf
"Allester is the name, if you care. As for me, I'm here looking for a humanoid face. Wilderness wears people off, if you ask me."

"That dungeons seems a pretty uncomfortable place to be. Why d'ya say it may be what we're looking for?

[Cryssandra]

"It's fill'd with riches an' jewels untold laddie..." the dwarf takes a sip of his ale again... "If yer capable o' surviving...."

[ZaneLaCoix]

Alvaro

"Paradise? Treasures?" The elf of flame noted with severe skepticism. He found himself seated across from the warriors, and peeking from just above a book of, what some may believe to be, as blasphemy. "Rather fleeting desires don't you think? I seek not of power in the physical kind, but within the mental domain.
"Knowledge is Power, said a wise man. That, very real power is what I seek."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"A dungeon, eh?" said Mort, appraising the ranger closely. "You look like you've seen and done things. You reckon' we can tackle that? We're going to need more people, though."

The elf caught his notice. "Ah, but the fact that it is fleeting makes it all the more exciting!"

[Cryssandra]

Directed to the elf: "Knowledge? This place was built by the celestials! Its interior has never been seen by any of the civilized races eyes!" The dwarf laughed a hearty laugh "Dont ye see... this place holds knowledge left behind by the heavens!"

[bue52]

" Well, seeing as how I have nothing else to do at the moment, I think this dungeon would be an interesting challenge."Ican says with delight, " I say we should go to this celestial dungeon."

[Cryssandra]

"Aye, the lad has his thoughts straight..."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Huh, interesting," said Mort with grin. "We're in no shortage of volunteers. How fortuitous for all us to gather in this very tavern. This must be a sign." He smiled.

Mort Nebel stood up in his seat, and said at the top of his voice, "Anyone heard that? Anyone willing? Come'o'ere and we'll plan this whole thing out!"

[Cryssandra]

"So, yer goin' into this 'ere dungeon? well...." The dwarf stood up... "Yer gonna need a guide to this dungeon.... It seems I am the only one who knows the way...."

[bue52]

"And you are willing to do this for free?"Ican asks a little suspicious about the offer being to good to be true.

[Cryssandra]

"Aye... Fer free..." The Dwarf pauses... "But should ye come back alive.... Ye wouldn't mind givin' a poor ol' dwarf a share would ye?"

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"If this dungeon is as treasure-filled as you say it is," said the cleric of the Gray God. "We'll give you more than a 'fair' share."

[ZaneLaCoix]

Alvaro

Something of a shadow of a wicked grin passed through the sharp visage of the flame elf. His stance, even as he sat told of an education beyond that of the Church disciples. A strict regiment combined with a vast knowledge had been pounded into his mind. His attire told that of royalty wanna-be, with the readiness of what would be, a Boy Scout. Sans the amass of items adorning his body.

"Why not? Figure if there's anything in there..." He paused mid-thought. "Count me in."

[Cryssandra]

The Dwarf's face lit up, he stood up. This he said with renewed vigor." Then ye 'ave yerselves a guide! Though, I can only take ya as far as the entrance...." he sat down again. "Tha creatures 'ave been escapin' tha first sector of the dungeon lately..."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Can't expect things to start easy, after all," the gray cleric said. "Though we should wait until we've discussed the whole thing with everyone."

[bue52]

"I say we go, ASAP." Ican says, " If these monters run amonk, many innocent people may be killed."

[Cryssandra]

"The lad may have a point... But ye really should get a plan... these creatures are different than others...

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Hmm, blindly go into a dungeon that we have no knowledge of with absolutely no forethought, which may very well result in out untimely deaths?" said Mort Nebel. "I like your style."

[Cryssandra]

"Yer insane, but if ye must..." the dwarf walks across the room, picks up his bag and staff then comes back. "I'll take ye."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"It was a joke," said Mort Nebel. "Sit down, and we'll think this through."

[Cryssandra]

The dwarf sits down, a little dissapointed... "The Legend says that the dungeon is guarded by titans... It could make it problematic if they are still at their posts..."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"This is exactly why we should relax," said the cleric. "Everyone sit down, and we'll plan this through. Old man, tell us what you know of these creatures. Specifically."

[ZaneLaCoix]

Alvaro

The elf of flame paused for a moment, pondering the possible outcomes, and the various ways of death that could happen. In the end, he figured that the risk would perhaps be worth it. "How about we just go there, scout it out, and if it's all safe, wait for some more allies to show?"

[Cryssandra]

"I only know that they were sent by the celestials to guard tha dungeon centuries ago.... I have never seen them m'self, so i cannae tell ya much more about them..."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Hmm, why not?" said the cleric. He left instructions for those who would be willing in this dungeon crawl to meet them somewhere close to the dungeon proper. With everything cleared, he turned to the dwarf and said: "Lead on, old man. Show us your monsters."

[Cryssandra]

The Dwarf grinned... "Off we go!"

The Dwarf Led you out the Iron Barrel Inn and out of the town...
You are out on open plains you can see mountains in the distance, you walk on for a few hours and arrive about a half mile away from a mountain....

The dwarf stops "See that mountain up ahead? At the top is where i believe the entrance to be..." he longingly looks up at the mountain... "I wish i were younger, i would love to go into the dungeon..... anyway... Should we press on?"

[d13]

Allester

Sighing, Allester nods.

"As you wish. This has turned to be a suicide mission at any rate. You should be more careful, in your next lives, kids.
As for me... I have lived enough, anyway...

Still, we're always in time to go back to town, for reinforcements."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Of course, of course," said the cleric. "Lead on."

[Cryssandra]

"I'll take ye to the base of the mountain and return to town... I'll alert any adventurin types of your whereabouts and send 'em on up. The Entrance is at the top."

The Dwarf leads you a half mile ahead to the base of the mountain and turns back....

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"So, what do you say, lads?" said the cleric. He sat down, and sighed. "Should we pressed forward, or...?"

[Mordokai]

Damien

"Going back wouldn't have point right now, would it? I say we press on and see what happens. I mean, what's the worst that can happen, right?"

Smiling at his comrades what he hopes in encouraging smile, Damien nods his head ahead.

[bue52]

"Well then, who wants to scout ahead?"Ican asks the rest of the group.

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Hmm, I really don't know what we're all capable of," said the cleric to the group. "Why don't we sound off, huh? I'll start, I suppose. Cleric, here. So I'm not really the scout-y type."

[d13]

Allester

Smiling, he continues his way, scouting and trying to find the safest way.

"It's not that difficult, you know?"


[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]

Just in case.

/E: No love from the dice, today... *sigh*

[HereticNox]

Hauntingly a song floats around the group, filling the air with its melody.

Act of nature, act of god
Raging through our sedentary lives
We are on the brink
We are floundering
Spinning in this dark and rising tide

The storm has blown this great big beauty down
The branches all confusion on the ground
I've watched it grow and thought I knew it well
I never dreamed I'd see the day it fell

So bolt the door, seal the cracks
Close your eyes don't look back
Hold your ears tight against the roar
Someone said I should hear
Warning cries soft and clear
Whispered in the calm before the storm

OOC (His singing will be in purple.)

If one were to look up, they would see a man lounging on a tree branch. Looking over, the man starts and falls backwards out of the tree.

Umph!, standing up and brushing himself off. "Why hello there, the name is Lucius. What brings you to the mountain?"

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Eternal happiness," said the cleric. "But we'll settle for ancient treasure."

[HereticNox]

"To be eternally happy is a pretty lofty goal. Still it seems like eternal happiness would be bland."

His brow furrows slightly, "This is my home, and I am quite fond of it. Is your treasure gathering going to hurt the mountain?"

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Oh, my dear, minstrel," said the cleric. "We will not harm the mountain. I am after all a pacifist, and also have great respect for the natural world. We will merely unburden this ancient dungeon with its alluring treasures, so that it will no longer attract the attention of any would-be adventurer. Thereby not only saving the lives of those who would fail, but keep this mountain from being harmed."

[d13]

Allester

"Those are some neat landing skills, good sir. Still... Your song is what puzzles me. Never heard it before.
Your composition, may I guess?"

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"This is not getting us anywhere," said the cleric. "Ranger, what have you found out from your scouting?"

[d13]

Allester


"Nothing at all. The trail goes on... And on... And on..."

[Mordokai]

Damien

Listening to others, Damien pipes in all of a sudden.

"The name's Damien, ladies and gentleman! Well... more gentleman, really. I have yet to spot a lady around here... Anyway! My skills are many and I hope that I can serve this party by doing what I do best... break a few locks, open a few chests, you know that kind of thing. Hopefully, we can find some adventures as well as some treasures in this dungeon here."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Well, come on then," said the cleric. "Onward, lads!"

[Cryssandra]

As you climb the mountain, rocks and debris slow your ascent. Numerous tracks of different creatures ascend the hillside. the climb levels off as you get closer to the mouth. You see a man the size of a galleon lying on the ground at the cave opening. As you get closer you can see that death has taken him. Despite his obviously decomposed state, the man does not exude the odor of decay.

[Mordokai]

Damien

"This is certainly... interesting. What does our brave cleric make of this? You're the one that's specialist on matter of life and death, as far as I know, I think you're the most qualified for this."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Aye," said the cleric. He knelt beside the figure, and observed closer.

OOC
What relevant skill should I roll for this?

[Cryssandra]

It is the body of a Titan, one of the guards placed at the entrances of the dungeon centuries ago.

There are no signs of struggle.

Upon closer inspection you see that he has a gargantuan Halberd and a huge chain shirt.

OOC:

If it had a spot check it would be a dc negative over900

[Mordokai]

Damien

"Anybody wanna take a piece of the loot, be my guest. I'm certainly not towing this around with me."

Said Damien and then chuckled to his own joke, but then got serious.

"I'm guessing this can't be a good sign. Anybody has any ideas how to progress from here?"

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Hmm," said the cleric, turning to the group. "Seems to be one of those titans guarding the entrance that old dwarf said. Good news is we're here. Bad news is the thing that did this might be here as well."

"Onwards and forwards. Er, rogue, check for traps."

[Cryssandra]

OOC:

You can actually see the entrance from here

[ZaneLaCoix]

"Hardly a spoil of war." Scoffed with an off-hand remark. Despite the size, despite the prospect of dragging something into the realms of humans, it was hardly anything to get. If nothing else, it was a good monument. "Keep it there, it is a good landmark for any whom may passby."

[Mordokai]

Damien

"Aye-aye sir!"

Damien closes the entrance of the dungeon and looks it up and down, pulling his fingers up and down the entrance, looking for something suspicious.

[roll0]
OOC: I'm not really sure how the entrance looks, so I'm just assuming it's fitting for Medium creatures and can thus be examined normally.

[Cryssandra]

OOC:

It is just a massive cave opening

You see no traps to speak of, the cave seems perfectly safe...

[Mordokai]

Damien

"Chaps, it would appear the entrance is not trapped. Shall we proceed?"

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Let's," said the cleric.

The group proceeds, unless objected to.

[Cryssandra]

You enter the dark tunnel, as you round a corner, you see two troglodytes playing a game of cards with candles for light.they merely glance at you before continuing their game.

OoC:

I lol'd

[bue52]

Ican chuckles at the spectacle, he stays at the centre of the group, as they continue on their dungeon crawl. "So, what do you think we'll find here? Besides the monsters playing cards of course."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Hopefully, something shiny," said the cleric.

[Cryssandra]

You exit the dark and dank passageway to emerge onto a worked stone floor. Looking about, you see that you have entered a large square chamber hewn completely from stone. You notice two Iron doors, one to your side, and the other in front of you. Otherwise there are no other features of interest in the stone.

OOC:

Wow, almost to the end of page two and we are finally in room A1

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Interesting," said the cleric. "So which one, lads?"

Roll:
Rolling for a spot check, just in case.
[roll0]
Do I see anything?

[HereticNox]

"I wonder how I never noticed this place, oh well. I say straight."


Listen [roll0]

Spot [roll1]

Sorry for not posting, unbelievably my social schedule has been slammed for two days. I'll be able to post normally starting tomorrow. Also do we have a set game time?

[Cryssandra]

You hear and see nothing but the walls and floor (and doors) of the room.


Yeah, our game time is probably going to be at 6:00 GMT-5

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Why don't we vote on it?" said the cleric. "Let democracy sort it out. I say straight."

[Cryssandra]

During the decision making, a loud guttural scream echoes in the distance...


another one of those things you could be deaf and hear

[Nebuchadnezzer]

Which direction is it emanating from?

[Cryssandra]

It's impossible to discern

[ZaneLaCoix]

Alvaro

"Regardless, let us just go forward. The only way we can go, right? Should we turn towards a dead end, we may just turn around and chose the opposite door." The elf noted watching his surroundings. Both walls, ceiling, and floors alike were now open to suspicion.

How's our visiblity looking?

[Cryssandra]

As you push the door, the edge disappears into a blackness that lies just beyond. You allow the door to open completely and watch as more and more of it is swallowed up in the barrier until only its hinges are visible. Peering cautiously into the darkness for signs of movement, you see nothing. Even your ears can only detect the breathing of your fellow adventurers. The dark space reveals nothing of what lies beyond.

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Who can light the way, here?" whispered the cleric. He continued: "Or could see in the dark?"

[Mordokai]

Damien

"Sorry, forgot my lantern at home. And I doubt now would be a good time to run back and get it."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Fine," said the cleric. He casts light on his mace.

What do we see?

[ZaneLaCoix]

Alvaro

For each being who forgot a source of light they'd be whacked upside their head once with his book. Luckily he had brought a set of torches, and a single source of light... First to be lit would be his sunrod. "Imbeciles. Has living not taught you anything? Be prepared for anything"

[Cryssandra]

If you're still outside the door.... nothing

[Nebuchadnezzer]

Well, we go inside then.

[Cryssandra]

Your torchlight gleams feebly in this complete gloom, lighting up a small region of what appears to be a large room. Two iron doors, one straight ahead of you, the other to its side, are the only things that break up the unending mass of worked stone. you hear a scream that seems far to close.... coming from the room you just left..... And a figure appears out of the darkness in front of you...

That's-a your que

[Rizban]

Stumbling through the gloom and gibbering incoherently to himself, a Gnome staggers towards the door in an attempt to escape the madness within the dungeon and himself. Upon seeing the group, he stops, tilts his head at a weird angle, and examines the newcomers. Suddenly straightening up and smoothing his hair, he speaks in an unexpectedly happy tone, "Hi!"

"So, um, welcome to the dungeon. Hope you like it here. You know, because, that was a one way door. Yep, can't go back that way. Nope, nosiree. Can't be done."

Leaning towards the guy obviously dressed as a cleric and whispering a bit loudly,

"PSSST! The crow flies at with laden wings as it dances through the moonlight. Don't tell anyone."

[Cryssandra]

The chill and damp air clings to your body, and you aren't the only ones who are feeling it...... judging by the cough coming out of the darkness..... Three fatigued and wounded orc warriors sit against the wall.... Not bothering to attack...

[Mordokai]

"Well met friend. You are friend, right? From the looks of it, you have more experienced in this dungeon here than we do. Asides from one way door, is there anything else we should be vary of?"

Damien gives the elf a stern look.

"And you keep that book to yourself, less it ends up missing someday, kapish?"

After spoting the orcs however, he pulls out his shortsword and readies himself for defence.

"I guess this debate will have to wait a little."

[Cryssandra]

The orcs make no move to attack you in any way....

[Rizban]

"Kittens."
The gnome refuses to speak further about the dangers of the dungeons.

However, he does wave at the orcs while edging closer to take another look. As yet, his shield and hooked hammer are still tied to his back.

[Mordokai]

"Well, this is certainly interesting..."

Putting his sword back in it's sheath, Damien yells to orcs.

"Hey, what's up with you guys! You look like you could use some help."

[Rizban]

Spot check [roll0]

OOCGrr... Hit submit instead of preview and messed up my roll for the last post

[Cryssandra]

One of the orcs cough again....

They have small wounds all over their bodies...

They see the elf and snarl.... But they know it is an empty threat....
They continue just sitting there....

[Rizban]

About that time a small dog bounds up to the Gnome.

"Woof! There you are. Look, people."

The Gnome gestures to the rest of the party. "Sniff, but don't touch."

The Gnome commands Woof to Defend him against attack.

[Mordokai]

"Not chatty, are you? I understand."

Turning to cleric, he asks him.

"You think you could patch these guys up? They look like they could use it."

[Rizban]

"Tha Orcses ain't so tough. Just looks at em."

Sense Motive on the orcs [roll0]
Diplomacy too [roll1]

"What'sa matter wit you?"

[Cryssandra]

You realize that the orcs are too fatigued to fight you, although they want to.

Diplomacy doesn't work on these orcs



"What'sa matter wit you?"
The orcs seem to contemplate this for a moment, one of them coughs... another just says "You shall see soon enough"
they then proceed to chuckle softly.

[Rizban]

"Well, yeah, like I totally knew that."

He turns to the others standing around.

"So, what now? Sally forth into the unknown to test our bravery against the dark fiends of the night? Or perhaps we should just camp out here and play cards with the orcs. What do ya mean no one brought cards?! Hmpf! I never should've loaned my deck to those troglida... trogal... trogloadit... those scaly things."

[Mordokai]

"We invite troglodytes to play as well?

Looser goes throught the door first!"

[Cryssandra]

One of the orcs says to the rogue:

How do you expect to get the trogs in here.... you can't go out and invite them"

[Rizban]

*Shifty eyes*

"He's got a point... see it? ... Right there? ... On top of his head? No? Hmm... Well, I do." *snicker*

[Mordokai]

"Right, right, right... one way door. Nasty thing that, for sure.

...

Rock - paper - scissors?"

[Cryssandra]

The orc mumbles something about you being pathetic and then goes back to staring suspiciously at the elf....

[Rizban]

"Shall we see what's behind Door Number Two? Tell him what he's won!"

The gnome proceeds to walk through the room pointing to all the visible doors while being careful not to step on anything but open floor.

So... number of doors? directions?

[Mordokai]

"Yeah, sure. Allow me."

Flexing his fingers, Damien once again starts examining the doors.

Search for traps.

[roll0]

[Cryssandra]

How should I know, you're the one who has been in this room all this time

Two iron doors, one straight ahead of you, the other to its side, are the only things that break up the unending mass of worked stone.

No traps!

[Mordokai]

"The doors are safe to pass!"

Damien takes a slight bow at his proclamation. Then he leans closer to gnome and whispers in his ear.

"But just to be on the safe side, we might want to send orc in first anyway."

[Rizban]

"Door Number Two, take Door Number Two!

Are you crazy? The good prize is behind the first door!

Nuh uh! I see the man behind the curtain! He's no wizard... unless... nah.

Ah, yeah, I see that now. Door Number Two it is then."

The gnome stands back muttering to himself waiting for someone else to open the door.

"Bah, broke my 10 foot pole. What am I supposed to do with two 5 foot poles? Certainly not anything useful. Can't believe my rotten luck... or the rotten wood of the pole. Lousy wood rot... wood rot... rotwood? Sir Reginald Rotwood... "
Forms a mouth with one hand and makes it 'speak' "Hey now, whut whut, why are my scones moldy? What's a man got to do for some quality room service round here, eh?"

[Mordokai]

Shruging his shoulders, Damien opens the door directly ahead of him.

[Cryssandra]

Heh... hate to break it to you... your gonna want to make a fortitude save

Even before you opened the door you could smell that something was amiss. Now that it is open, the smell is overwhelming. The source is more than a score of bodies piled up in a room, their flesh is rotting away.

[Mordokai]

"It would appear there has been a slight... miscalculation..."

[roll0]

[Rizban]

"Oi! It smells like something went and die... Oh. There wouldn't be this for nothing..."

The as yet nameless gnome holds his nose in the crook of his elbow so as not to breathe the fumes and begins scrabbling along the walls inside the room, beginning on the right (east?) side of the door with his free hand and working around.

Search Check: [roll0]

[Cryssandra]

Good job![wasn't a trap by the way]

The room is simply a storage of orc bodies.

[Rizban]

Err... fortitude save... right meant to put that in there
Fortitude Save: [roll0]

"Ok, now I know there's something in here..."

[Cryssandra]

you made your save, but did you go into the room? if you didnt there was no need

[Rizban]

Err... yeah, I meant he went into the room before making his search check.

[Cryssandra]

There is a secret door in the eastern wall.
Wow.... Little crazy gnome was right!

[Rizban]

"Whee!"

The gnome pushes the door open and stumbles through into the next room, continues tumbling over his feet, and smacks into the wall directly across from where he entered, leaning against it to regain his balance.

[Cryssandra]

Several piles of moldy sacks sit in each of the four corners of this room, their decaying contents fill the air with a sour smell. there is a door across from the one you just opened.

[Mordokai]

Damien follows the gnome into a newly found room, hoping the air there will be a little better than in the room with dead orc bodies. Noticing the doors, he tilts his head.

"A man's work is never done."

Another Search check for traps on doors.

[roll0]

[HereticNox]

Lucius stands by, softly singing to himself as Damien searches for any nasty traps.

"A delightful odor."


Tonight, I'll be ready and waiting. With my luck tonight is the night off or something.

Fort. Save

[roll0]

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"That gnome is decidedly too insane for my tastes," said the cleric. To his sorrow, the smell had caught up to him. "Oh gods..."

Fortitude save
[roll0]+3

[Cryssandra]

Ooooh owch you both failed your saves

You are both sickened as you enter the room.

as well as for 2 rounds after

-2 on saves and weapon damage and attack rolls

Also, DAMIEN find's no traps

[Mordokai]

"You guys don't look so good... might wanna get some fresh air.

Well, fresher at least."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Argh," said the cleric. "This is nothing. We should press forward."

[HereticNox]

As Lucius heads further into the room, the smell of decay was to much for him. Turning to the side, Lucius retches violently. Wiping his mouth clean, Lucius croaks, "It leaves a film in your nose, doesn't it. Lets get going though, sooner we are away from this the better."

[Mordokai]

"Fair enough."

With that, Damien turns back to the doors.

((OOC: so, anything with that last Search roll of mine?))

[Cryssandra]

Nothing of intrest

[Mordokai]

Finding out nothing out of ordinary, Damien tries to open the doors and if that's possible(they aren't locked) he'll step into the room behind it, hoping others will follow him.

[Cryssandra]

Which door, the north or the south

[Rizban]

I wanna know what it is I'm leaning against as you alluded to in the OOC!

[bue52]

Fortitude:[roll0]

Ican follows the rest through the door into the room of decaying orcs, and then into the east room. " My gods, how bad can this decay get!!!!" he cries as he walks past the corpses.

[Cryssandra]

Grats on the save Ican! you're not sick!

As you lean against the wall, it gives way and swings open into a new room...

Boy, you can find these doors without a search check even

[ZaneLaCoix]

[roll0]

Following the majority, Alvaro continued just behind the group. He was, after all, their only light source, aside from the cleric. He had hoped they wouldn't run out of light before they got something else to help them.

[Mordokai]

After seeing all of the party together again(some in better condition then others), Damien looks at everybody.

"Anybody need to catch their wind? Or do we progress? And if so, where?"

[Cryssandra]

Zane, you failed your save, -2 on attack rolls damage rolls and saves for the next 2 rounds

[HereticNox]

"I might need a moment." Taking several deep breaths, Lucius hands drop to his knees. Without looking up he casually continues,"I'm fine with whatever way we go."

As the feeling in his stomach subsided. Lucius unbent himself, "Ah I feel a little better now."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Let's continue forward," said the cleric, opening the door cautiously.

[Cryssandra]

Which door? The secret one that the gnome accidentally discovered? Or the normal one?

[Mordokai]

"I say we try the hidden door. I mean, if it's hidden, there's bound to be something of worth behind it, right?"

[bue52]

" I say we move towards the door the gnome has found" Ican says.

[Nebuchadnezzer]

The hidden one.

[HereticNox]

Stretching his back out, Lucius says"I vote on the secret door, it just seems...alluring"

[Cryssandra]

Coils of rope, barrels with nails, and open crates with tools are lined up against the walls. Although the air is damp there is no mold on any of the items.

There is a door along the northern wall, open.

[Mordokai]

"Well, I think that's a majority. Should I do the regular check up?"

Without waiting for an answer, Damien does it anyway.

Search for traps on doors.

[roll0]

[Cryssandra]

You see not traps to speak of...

[Mordokai]

"I think it's safe... but am not sure.

Any of you has a plan of action?"

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"You think it's safe?" said the cleric. He pondered on this for a second, then motioned towards the room, "You first."

[Mordokai]

Gulping loudly and forcing a smile, Damien steps into the room.

"I hope your god's worth a damn..."

[HereticNox]

Walking over to the rope, Lucius looks at it and the crates. Turning to the group, Lucius ask "Anyone have any oil? We might be able to tear up the crates with the tools here, and make some torches by wrapping some of the rope around the end. Even though with the right spell, you may just be able to set the rope on fire."

I think we had a light problem right. Can we try for some make shift troches? Maybe a craft check from someone with ranks in it.

I thought we needed torches right, if not I'll try it because I need a torch. Since I sing for bardic music, my hands are free.

[Cryssandra]

Good news! The door is not trapped!


As you walk through the doorway, arrows fly at you from the far end of the hall. you hear the click of gears as the trap begins to reset itself

The hallway however, is a different story! I would hurry everyone through... by the way, damien takes 4 dmage

[Mordokai]

"First blood! Wait a second... it's my blood!

A little help here? I'm kinda bleeding to death!"

Says the brave rogue as he tries to get away from the nasty arrows.

[HereticNox]

The sound of Damian and the clicking of the traps causes Lucius to abandon his pursuit. Moving next to the cleric, "I'm glad I didn't go first."

Would I be able to make it to the other side if I ran, I'm not sure how long the hall way is...

[Cryssandra]

By the way, the trap takes 1 round to reset....

[Mordokai]

Getting to safe place, Damien yells at the others.

"You coming or what?! Don't make me come back there and drag your sorry asses over here!"

[Nebuchadnezzer]

The cleric complies. "No need to shout."

[Mordokai]

"Then move, dammit! If I have to die in here I certainly hope it won't be of old age!"

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"I'd rather not die at all," said the cleric. He follows the rogue.

[HereticNox]

Lucius quickly follows the cleric after the rogue. Lucius mouth can be seen moving in a unheard plea, ''no arrows,no arrows, no arrows."

[d13]

Sorry, guys. I have to drop this game.
Just got a new job, nearly no time for games.

Once again, sorry. Have fun =)

[Cryssandra]

Aww... bye d13

[Mordokai]

Can we just assume others follow the rogue, the cleric and the bard to speed things up a little? I'm jawning something fierce here and it would be nice to see some action before going to sleep tonight :smallsmile:

[Cryssandra]

Gotcha

Rotting barrels, moldy crates, and disintegrating sacks with mushrooms embedded in them line the left wall of this room, leaving a 5' wide passageway along the wall....

It shows to lead back to the room you were in previously.

[Mordokai]

"Hey cleric, patch me up a little, yes? I feel a little... queasy."

[Rizban]

Walks over to the holes from which the arrows shot out.

Search Check: [roll0] (Using an Inspiration Point. If found:)
Disable Device Check: [roll1] (Using another Inspiration Point.)

"Nope, I don't see nothing."
The still nameless gnome ducks out of the way before it resets.

[Cryssandra]

Nothing
You hear the clicking of the gears slow as the trap is getting close to resetting

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Aye," said the cleric. "On to it."

I spontaneously cast a Cure Minor Wounds on the rogue sacrificing the spell slot for Guidance. Healing for 1 point of health.

[Rizban]

"Ok, so, let's carry this rope with us. It looks useful. Ok, so let's see. We've got how many feet of rope here? And what with the mold everywhere, let's check the condition.

Sir, yes, sir! Right away, sir! I'll get right on that, sir!"

Use Rope Check: [roll0] (Using last Inspiration Point until the next Encounter.) Checking the condition of the rope (is it frayed, moldy, weakened?) and measuring the length.

[HereticNox]

Lucius breaths a sigh of relief as he crosses out of the hallway. Taking a second to catch is breath, Lucius wonders to himself, Hmm I wonder if I have heard anything this place.

Bardic Knowledge, maybe I could get a little more details, such as specific kinds of enemies/traps or something. I'm expecting even a 20, wouldn't get me much more detail, but every bit helps.
Wow a 10, we are underground :smallsigh:
[roll0]

[Cryssandra]

Wow one point, way to dig deep(heh just kidding of course):smalltongue:

There is 500 feet of rope, it is only strong enough to hold approximately 100 pounds before breaking.

And you are correct, your knowledge check learns you nothing

[bue52]

Ican follows the party closely, seeing the rouge get hit by an arrow made him much more wary about the potential of traps, it was best to stick together.

[Mordokai]

"Much appreciated buddy.

If anybody wants me, I guess I could try dissarming that trap. Though truth be told, I'm not really in favor of making myself look like a pincushion."

Damien will carefully close with the trap, making it sure he doesn't trigger it again. When close enough, take 20 on Disable Device check, for a grand total of 26. That should take care of it.

[Cryssandra]

Yay! You did it!!!!!
The gears stop clicking, triggered by close proximity an arrow begins to leave the hole, but the trap breaks down, and the arrow slowly falls out and onto the floor.

[Mordokai]

"Well, that's one problem less to worry about. Lets just hope we don't get any more surprises like this. I don't think I could take much more anyway...

So, we're back to exploring, I guess. Should we go back to the room with orcs? I think I saw couple of more doors there?"

[Cryssandra]

Just to speed things up, there is nothing left back here so i am cutting to the return to the orcs part...

You backtrack your way into the room with the orc party, still sitting there.

Also, here's a map!
http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac136/cryssandra/g5411.png

Red areas = Traps
Blue Circles = Secret Doors
Lines though walls = Doors

[Rizban]

The crazy gnome who's name no one has yet to ask coils the rope and stuffs it into his backpack. Staggering under the weight of the pack, the gnome trudges forward.

"It feels like someone turned up the gravity in here. You guys feel that? Someone want to lighten my burden a bit, eh? Help out an old man, would you?"

The gnome makes his way back to the Room of Sleepy Orcs with the rest of the party.

[Mordokai]

"Hand some of that rope, little fella. Or else you might get burried under it.

What's your name, by the way? And how did you came to find yourself in this place here?"

[Rizban]

"I am an enchanter. There are some who call me.... Tim? Greetings, King... Oh, wait, no.

Razade, I think I was known by, before... the dark time. So, let's see here, we've five hundred feet of rope, at approximately eight ounces per cubic inch, though we're looking at a bit of decay, so let's say seven point five ounces per. Yep, we've got a good one hundred pounds of rope here. Let's see, adding up this, carry the two, divide by... yes. I can carry a bout two hundred fifty feet of this without becoming overburdened. That would give you a hefty fifty pounds to carry, which judging by your musculature would put you just over the level by which you would consider yourself to be only lightly burdened. As such, I shall suffer and carry an extra few feet of rope, lowering your burden to a mere forty pounds, which shouldn't trouble you at all. In fact..." Razade continues to ramble about weights and measures for several moments before finally handing Damien a few coils of rope (200ft, 40lbs).

[Mordokai]

Accepting the rope from Razade, Damien coils it around his shoulder in the way it will take the least possible space and so he won't entangle himself in it.

"Good to meet you Razade. The name's Damien and I'll be the group trap specialist. As you can see, so far I'm doing my job rather well."

At that, Damien touches the wound the wound left by the arrow. It still stings.

"But we'll see as we go. But you still haven't answered my other question. Why and how did you came in this dungeon?"

[Rizban]

"Kittens...

Follow! But! follow only if ye be men of valor, for this dungeon is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of near fifty men lie strewn about its lair. So, brave heroes, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty big pointy teeth!"

[Mordokai]

"Seeing we can't go back, I don't think there's much choice anyway...

But fear not! We will vanquish the monster, like... we're standing here!

Ok, I need to work on this one a little..."

[Cryssandra]

The room suddenly goes dark....
You hear a soft "purring" noise......
NO NOT KITTENS:smallbiggrin::smalltongue:

[Mordokai]

"Can we get some light in here? Cleric?"

Damien pulls out the sword, hoping he won't have to actually use it.

[Rizban]

Woof, Razade's guard dog, begins to growl softly while crounching near Razade's feet.

Razade giggles, crosses his eyes, sticks out his tongue, and pokes the tip of his nose. Once he does, four glowing lights appear about ten feet away from him, one in each cardinal direction, each shedding light as if it were a torch.

((Dancing Lights racial ability, shedding bright illumination 30 feet in all directions around Razade and shadowy illumination to 50 feet.))

"How's about dem apples?"

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Oh, sorry there, lad," said the cleric. Complying with the request, he directed the light towards the noise.

[bue52]

"Hello there Razade, I'm Ican, I guess you can say I'm the party caster, though I've yet to sling some spells." Once Ican notices the purring, turning towards the source, he readies himself for attacks.

[Rizban]

Razade drops his backpack on the floor, straps his shield to his arm, and draws his hooked hammer.

[Nebuchadnezzer]

The cleric draws his weapon and shield as well.

[HereticNox]

Lucius slowly pulls his longsword, readying himself for whatever lurked in the dark.

[ZaneLaCoix]

Alvaro

The elf preferred to keep to the back, and a constant observer as long as he could. Even if it meant to fall into silence and asking as little questions as possible. Still, he was glad that it wasn't just he that was carrying light, aside from the Sunrod which he held vigilant in his hand, he was sure that there was enough light for even the blindest of creatures. "Alvaro. Pleased to meet you."

Along with the light, he kept a careful eye on his surroundings, ceiling, walls, and floor. Each one was something he kept a careful watch on for any movement that his elven eyes might've caught.

[HereticNox]

With a slight incline of his head, Lucius acknowledges that he heard Alvaro, "It's a pleasure to meet you Alvaro, the name is Lucius."

Pausing for a second, Lucius quietly speaks in a poetic flowing verse,
"Amirilan fmelvla aey elane anira wylvael? Ilma aey laaanelv aanamlilc iriltytyelalala ane?"

For those Who speak Elven only (nothing bad in here)

What brings you into the dungeon? Are you seeking eternal happiness to?

[Cryssandra]

Sorry to draw your attention away from this introduction

The light fills the room, two fiendish Darkmantles are in front of you, preparing for an attack... They are dazed by the light...

Good idea with the happy fun time light
I'll have to continue in the morning though

[Rizban]

The instant they are revealed, Razade sends the Dancing Lights to bounce around in front of the darkmantles' faces.

Initiative: [roll0]
Knowledge (dungeoneering): [roll1] (to see if he knows anything particular about them)

[Rizban]

Do I need to roll separately for Woof or does he just go on my turn? In case I do: Woof's Initiative: [roll0]

Edit: Ouch... Can we assume he goes on my initiative since I already ordered him to Guard me? :smalleek:

[HereticNox]

As the gnome illuminated the strange creatures, Lucius prepares himself for battle. Lucius observes the creatures, trying his best to see if he ever heard stories of them in his travels.


Wow, am not doing good with these checks. It also seems the bad rolls have infected my initiative to,:smallsigh:
Bardic Lore
[roll0]

Initiative
[roll1]

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Ah, yes," said the cleric. "Battle, at last. I simply yearn for this."

Initiative:
[roll0]+2

[Mordokai]

"I... think I shall hang in the back... at least for now. Thees guys look like they could easily break my not too hard bones."

[roll0]

Drop shortsword as a minor action, pull shortbow and shoot at the nearest enemy, when my turn comes up, that is.

[roll1]
[roll2]

[bue52]

Initiative:[roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Ican takes a step back, readying a spell of magic missile at the monster closest to Ican.

[Cryssandra]

One of the fiendish Darkmantles falls from the ceiling and attacks, he lunges a tentacle at Mort, being the closest one.
Dealing 4 points of damage
Provoking an attack of opportunity

[Nebuchadnezzer]

The cleric stumbled with the attack, taking the brunt of it, but managed to regain balance. He saw an opportunity - he took it with fury.

Roll to hit:
[roll0]+1

Damage if applicable:
[roll1]+1

[Cryssandra]

The Darkmantle dodges the attack with ease.

[Rizban]

Razade lunges towards the second darkmantle before it can move, a hitherto unseen intelligence gleaming in his eyes, Woof, his guard dachshund, close on his heels. Raising his hammer, Razade deals the darkmatle a crushing blow as Woof pounces upon it, worrying the beast with his teeth.

Razade:
Attack: [roll0] (Using inspiration point)
Damage: [roll1] (Using inspiration point)

Woof
Attack: [roll2]
Damage: [roll3]

[Cryssandra]

also your lore check got you no knowledge....
But the dungeoneering check got you the knowledge
These Darkmantles have been stalking you for the past couple rooms, choosing now to make their attack. They hang from the ceilings and drop down upon their prey.... This dungeon has a few more somewhere inside....

[HereticNox]

His face taking on a fierce look, Lucius strikes viciously with his longsword. Hoping to rend the darkmantle in two.


Attack
[roll0]

damage
[roll1]

So I'm not suppose to be a front line guy. I don't want to waste my bardic music for the day though...So here goes nothing.

[Cryssandra]

The Darkmantle lets out a loud screech as it writhes in pain, then moves no more.

[Cryssandra]

Ican's Magic Missile hits the second Darkmantle sending it falling to the ground. As it falls the room goes dark again. It strikes at Razade.
That's 5 points of damage

[Nebuchadnezzer]

Anger and the rush of battle burst out of the cleric. He raised his hammer, and let loose with indignation.

Roll to hit:
[roll0]+1

Damage:
[roll1]+1

[Mordokai]

First arrow missing, Damien nocks the second one and fires it at his target.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[Cryssandra]

The Crushed and mangled form of the Darkmantle becomes visible as the light returns.... The Orcs in the corner at the far end of the room had seen the combat and threw an item at you saying:
You need this more than we do... There are more of them around here.... Strike from the ceiling they do.... *cough*

The Item is quite obviously a healing potion....
It heals 1d10 points of damage to 2 people

[Mordokai]

"Much appreciated, you guys! But... what happens to you now?"

Picking the potion up, Damien offers it to the first person who wants to take it.

[Cryssandra]

We wait for them to come back to finish the job...
We sure as hell aren't going down without a fight... we've already lost one to them.... We're going to show them that you don't mess with Orcs...

[HereticNox]

Shaking his head at the offered potion, Lucius says, "Well I guess we move on, but we should probably tend to people's wounds first."

[Mordokai]

"Maybe you could come with us? Show them the hell you orcs are! Come on, that will surely be more glorius death than just waiting for death here! Our bard here will sing a song of it for years to come, won't you Lucius?"

Attempting Diplomacy to try and get a few... meatshields.

[roll0]

EDIT: well, so much for that option...

[Cryssandra]

One of the Orcs decides to give you one last piece of advice...
Remember... Watch the ceilings...

[HereticNox]

"Indeed I would. It would be sung in every tavern across the land. An epic tune of the glorious Orcs, and their victory over the world's greatest Dungeon. All things pass away, but fame never dies."


Still Lucius really didn't believe those words. Looking at the orcs, henotes their serious condition and quickly whispers to Damien "Maybe it would be better to let them take care of everything around here. They are to injured to be of any use in a fight. Obviously going further in, would be suicide. I would give them the potion and let them leave or accompany us, but we are going further in correct? I have a feeling that every ounce of healing will be very valuable. Just best to let them be. "


As the Orc gave his final word of advice, Lucius bows his head, "Thank you for your kindness.". With that Lucius heads further into the abyss.

[Mordokai]

"I figure you have a point. It's a shame leaving them here just like that, but we have ourselves to think of first, that much is true."

Giving the orcs one last bow, Damien heads down the corridor.

"I assume we have a long way to travel. The sooner we start, the better."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Let us make haste, then," said the cleric. "May I have the other potion?"

[Mordokai]

"You can have both of them, if you want. Whp will we trust if not the man of the god himself."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"I thank you," said the cleric. He accepted the potions with a bow. "I will put this to good use."

[Cryssandra]

So, are you guys in the next room?

[Nebuchadnezzer]

Yes, unless someone would object.

[HereticNox]

Yep, I'm ready.

[bue52]

Frowning slightly at the spectacle and lamenting his own lack of abilities to aid the orcs, Ican turns towards the path they are heading and begins to take the first step, away from the orcs. Taking their advice seriously, Ican occasionally looks up to the ceiling wary of other possible monstrosities.

[Cryssandra]

The heavy smell of stale air greets you as you open the door to this large room. Bits of dried grass as well as larger hunks lay all over the floor as if a tornado recently tore through a meadow.


I'm gonna need you to make a fortitude save

[HereticNox]

Last time I failed...

This time I, a 16 for 19 total...not to bad. I guess having good fort progression has its uses
[roll0]

[chilepepper]

"Hey guys, wait up." A brash young man comes bolting through the last door you passed through. The only thing that overshadows his eagerness is the ridiculously large sword strapped to his back. "Hey, that scruffy old dwarf at the tavern said you were going hunting for treasure. Man, I been itching to slice at some ruffians ever since I finished training, mind if a follow you guys around. I'll be sure to pull my own weight."

[Nebuchadnezzer]

Fortitude save:
[roll0]

Edit: Damn it.

[bue52]

Fortitude: [roll0]

[chilepepper]

"Uh, what's that smell?"

Fort: [roll0]

[Cryssandra]

To Neb and Chile
The smell sets your stomach uneasy and you quickly become nauseous

Nauseous, meaning you can only make one action per round for... let me roll this... 2 rounds!
Heh, Mort seems to have a very uneasy stomach!

[Nebuchadnezzer]

The cleric felt a sudden twist in his bowels, as if his own stomach were rebelling against him. It made him fall to one knee. He did all he could to not wretch the contents of his stomach on the dungeon floor.

"Argh," the cleric said through clenched teeth. "This is not good."

[chilepepper]

The strange young man's demeanor quickly changes. Doubling over in pain nearly emptying the contents of his stomach he mumbles, "Oh gods, I hope that isn't one of you mucking up the air in here."

[ZaneLaCoix]

Alvaro

It had taken a long while for Alvaro to catch up. Luckily for him he had light, and his elven eyes to get him to where he needed to be. Even if the others were going at normal pace, he was going at half-pace trying to collect data, and categorize each creature encountered. This, he found, was quickly putting him further and further in to the back ranks. It did not help that with each new room it seemed his last meal wanted to come up for a second, third, and maybe a sixth taste--or a secondary glance.

"No one light a match..."

[roll0]

[Cryssandra]

Failed your save Zane

[Mordokai]

"Oh, what is it this time?"

[roll0]

[Cryssandra]

made your save! good job

[Rizban]

Razade wrinkles his nose in disgust.

Woof, however, yips excitedly and begins to roll in whatever stinks the most.

Razade's Fortitude: [roll0] (Inspired!)
Woof's Fortitude: [roll1]

[Cryssandra]

Good job!
Woof however failed his with a 23... hot damn a 23?:smalltongue:

[Rizban]

Razade, looks at the room and says, "Ew... Ok, so, whoever finds the most secret doors wins! I'm already up by two!"

Search Check: [roll0] (no flash of inspiration this time)

[Cryssandra]

The walls of this room seem barren.
Heh, try specifying what wall, or area of a wall and you get circumstance bonuses!

[Rizban]

Razade searches the room for useful objects. After that, he begins to search for secret doors, methodically pushing on every single stone, starting with the north wall.

Room search: [roll0]
Doors search: (Take 20+7)[27]
Edit: The roller just doesn't want me to find anything in this room...

[Cryssandra]

Once you reach the north eastern corner of the room, after trying every single stone in the wall, a portion of the wall gives way into a new room!

[chilepepper]

Face still pale, "So, can I consider a lack of protest a yes? I think I could be of some use if you let me join up. The dwarf in the tavern thought I'd be a good fit."

[Rizban]

"Three! I'm winning!"

Suddenly noticing the human for the first time, Razade turns and approaches him. Taking a piece of chalk and 2 foot piece of rope out of his pack, Razade begins to "measure" different aspects of the human while writing cryptic notes on the ground.

"Hmm, yes, yes. Uh oh. That's not good. Well, let's seeeeee... Uh huh. Yep... Eh, that'll do. Nope nope, terrible."

Razade sighs heavily and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid we just don't have your size available. I could sell you an ill fitting suit, but that wouldn't do. I suppose I could custom make one for you too, but it'll take at least two weeks and will triple the normal cost. Also, I'll need payment up front, at least half down. Well, what say you? Would you like to order a custom tailored suit or not? Come now, I don't have all day."

[Cryssandra]

haha wow...

[HereticNox]

The gnome's strange behavior catches Lucius's attention. As he watches Razade measure the newcomer, Lucius can't help but grin. When he mentions the suit though, Lucius looks down at his own attire."I could use some new clothes, maybe you could fashion me a suit. I'm thinking plum colored would be nice. ."Noticing they are in the heart of the world's most epic dungeon, "Maybe a little later though"

[Cryssandra]

This is... This is just... Wow....

[chilepepper]

"I'll have to pass on the suit. I'm rather a messy eater."

[Rizban]

"What are you guys talking about?

Woof, do you understand these guys?"

Woof merely pants at Razade, his tongue hanging out.

Razade sniffs at the air, suddenly distracted. "Is that pastry I smell? Better go see!"

Search Check on secret door for traps!
[roll0]

[Nebuchadnezzer]

"Being insane is such a blissful existence, isn't it?" said the cleric. "Come, let us hurry. I crave much treasure."

[HereticNox]

"I guess I have to wait till I go to town. Pity I was going to ask that druid to accompany me to town. I guess not. I can't go without something snazzy to wear." Disappointed Lucius watches as the strange gnome begins to search the door,"You really are good at that. Must be a gnome thing. ?"


Listen check and spot check (Listen before we open the door, look and listen after.)

Wow a pair of 5s, amazing.
Listen
[roll0]

Spot
[roll1]

[Cryssandra]

Sucky rolls man...

[Rizban]

Not really, I got a 23 on my search check for traps on the secret door. *Points to previous post* ((Heya DM!))

While searching for traps, Razade absentmindedly points to the other door.

"Why don't one of you open that and look see while I fiddle with this here oven door? Maybe there's some ice cream to go with the blackberry tarts."

[HereticNox]

At Razade suggestion to open the door first, Lucius quickly says, "That's alright, the new guy can get it." In fact he takes a small step away from both doors, "This place has stuff like that arrow thing, and gods know what else in here."

I know right? I swear he just got some cave dust in his eyes.

Also can I mage hand open the door? Never mind then

[chilepepper]

Eager to impress, the new guy jumps to the door, "I got it." Drawing his massive sword and holding it awkwardly in one hand, he slowly opens the door, peering through the crack.

[Cryssandra]

You see a portion of an ordinary room...

[Rizban]

The DM is ignoring my search check on the secret door...