Moldrake IC

[Fouredged Sword]

It is the start of the new term for Moldrake's school of Arcana and Wizardry. You are all new students in attendance, and you are greeted with the hustle and bustle of trying to find your room and set your things down before you start classes. You have the morning to yourself, and after being directed by Mr Morris the grounds keeper (he is such a nice fellow for being an four legged spider construct with a sawblade for hand, you just wonder who built built all the Adamantine clockwork), you find your way to your room. It is a 30x30x10 ft non-descript cube with four beds, two along each of the opposing walls, and four set up in a matching pattern along the mid-line of the room.

You show up in order of posting. Place yourself on the scene.

[Farmerbink]

Misha steps into the room, pursing her lips at the quality. I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything more. Oh well. She shrugs as she moves to the left-most bed, placing her small pack at the foot of it. With nothing else to do until the introductory meeting later this afternoon, she decides to take a brief nap, trying to get accustomed to her new "home."

[Vhaidara]

Biggums arrives shortly behind Misha. Last time anything he does will be described as "shortly". Biggums looks at the bed.
That's not very big.
Sighing, he takes the rightmost bed and tests it to make sure it isn't going to break under his weight.

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair walks in shortly after Biggums squeezes through the door. Tall, well kept, and wearing a uniform in immaculate condition, he looks left and right, taking in the sheer diversity of those who would now be his companions for the next several years. A deep grin begins to form on his face as he begins to muse over how much this seems like the start of a crude joke "An Elf, a Tiefling and a Half-giant move in together...". He pulls away from his musings as to what the punchline could possibly be long enough to greet his new compatriots. "Hello all! My name's Alistair, I look forward to getting to know you throughout orientation." He gives one final warm smile before, deciding he'd prefer the smell of brimstone at night over giant sweat, picks the bed second furthest from the left.

[Farmerbink]

Nisha opens her eyes as the elf begins speaking. She raises an eyebrow, saying, Am I in the right place, or did I get shunted off to a circus when I wasn't paying attention?

Here I was thinking they were just gonna put the weirdos in one place, when there you have to go and prove me right. With an odd smile, she closes her eyes, letting you wonder what she meant.

[Capt. Infinity]

Slowly, deliberately, Alistair places his bag on the bed besides Nisha. Well if it's a fight you want... Bring it on deary", thr Elf says as sits cross legged on the bed facing the door waiting for his final roommate, steeling wry glances at the napping Tiefling.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums glances over.
Please don't. I don't want blood on my stuff.

[Farmerbink]

Well if it's a fight you want... Bring it on deary"
Biggums glances over.
Please don't. I don't want blood on my stuff.
Slowly, Nisha opens her eyes and meets Alistair's furtive gaze. She sits up to face him, hey tilted sideways, somehow appraising him.

She smiles widely, revealing pointed incisors behind her full, purplish lips. The expression looks somehow pleased and threatening all at the same time, until she begins laughing. A clarion call of unadulterated amusement fills the room, and she tips her head back, unable to control her amusement. Her smile closes, hiding her teeth, and revealing a girlish expression previously hidden by the unusual fangs. Oh, you two are so adorable! This may turn out to be fun, after all! Tell me, where are you from?
-Oh no, not you, I've seen elves before- mister.... uhmmm... A look of realization crosses her features, and she suddenly stands up, her tail swaying gently from side to side. Forgive me, I know how polite company works. I'm just not... used to it. My name is Nisha. We do not carry our family names, but they made us put one down, so I've chosen Mõrv. And you are...? She gestures to the half-giant, content for the moment to focus her attention on him.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums. This is The Stick.
He taps the extremely large staff he carries.

[ghendrickson]

Geranimo runs into the room, clutching some loose paper and scrolls. He looks at the people in the room and exclaims, "Sorry I'm late, just got a little carried away studying. Have you seen the library?" He is smiling, but very red in the face. He takes the last open bed and looks around at the others.

[Farmerbink]

Biggums. This is The Stick.
You are.... Biggums? That's your name? Your whole name? She suppresses a fit of giggles, but only just.



"Sorry I'm late, just got a little carried away studying. Have you seen the library?"

Nisha raises a pointed eyebrow. You needn't worry, you aren't late. You are... a... rather short, that is. I didn't realize dwarves could be wizards! With an expression somewhere between awe and disbelief, she looks around the room at the assembled group. Ok, seriously. If this is a joke, just tell me know, and I'll get out. There is no way I'm in the right place! How does- I mean. Your staff has a name!?!

[Vhaidara]

Biggums looks at Nisha.
Yes. My name is Biggums. Is that a problem?
When she comments on dwarven wizards
What do you think this is, Thedas?
And then she questions The Stick. In response to that, he stands, and towers over her.
Is there a problem with The Stick?

I would roll Intimidate, but he actually has a -1. So just imagine a half giant with a big stick looming over you asking if there's a problem

[ghendrickson]

Geranimo looks at the tiefling in suprise. "Of course I'm a wizard! How could anyone doubt the fact?" Geranimo looks around the room for answers, then continues, " Has no one noticed the hat? You'd think I bought this for nothing." At this time, he pulls on a bright red pointed hat. " My name is Geranimo Aslenten"

[Farmerbink]

Nisha seems to gasp for air for a few moments before she manages to make any words happen. As she speaks, her gaze shifts downward, away from the half-giant. They! They made me put down a family name! Those racist bastards were just messing with me?!? A distinct, but faint, odor of brimstone can be noted, emanating from the tiefling. Oooooooh, those bastards! Hmmmmmm.... we'll see what they think when I-

Oh, damnit! Those crafty bastards! I can't even get them back for it, or I'll just be proving them right! AUGH! In a fit reminiscent of a teenage girl, Nisha throws herself back onto her bed. Clearly without deliberate effort, she pulls a battered musket out of the holster on her shoulder and begins moving her hands across it- cocking and releasing the hammer over and over while she stares angrily into the middle space somewhere beneath Alistair's bed.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums gives her a strange look, no longer seeming at all angry.
You had to fill out a form? I didn't have to fill out a form. Then again, I've never been anywhere else. Biggums is what the wizards called me.

[ghendrickson]

Geranimo looks at Biggums. "How did you end up here?"

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair looks both frazzeled and intrigued by the sudden outburst of the Tiefling wizard before him. Once Nisha finally settles down (if you could call it that), he turns his attention to the Dwarf that had just entered the room. However, before he could speak the Dwarf that had addressed himself as Geronimo asked the origins of the Half-giant, and a look of sudden realization crosses the young Elf's face. "Wait a second, I remember you! He says, gesturing towards the Half-giant "Hello by the way Mr. Aslenten, my name is Alistair, pleased to meet you. Now where was I? Oh right, aren't you that transmutation experiment that went awry? What, did they give you a scholarship because they had nowhere else to put you? That's... Kind of awesome. Hi five man! Welcome to the coolest Mage's College in the Multiverse." The Elf Wizard says raising his hand in a surprising show of fellowship, expectantly waiting for the Half-giant to reciprocate.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums looks confused at Alistair's gesture, and returns his attention to the dwarf.
Our roommate pretty much has it right. Something went wrong in the transmutation department, and it seems a senior member was turned into me. They couldn't reverse the magic, so I guess they're hoping if they school me they can get their senior member back.

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair slowly lowers his hand as the Half-giant talks, masking his mild disappointment at the failure to communicate. Okay, gonna have to work on that one. He thinks to himself as he waits for his new roommates to react to what Biggums is saying.

[ghendrickson]

Geranimo looks thoughtful. "Well, I hope we can get along Biggums." He turns to Alistair "It's nice to meet you as well." After all the greetings are out of the way, he faces his bed and begins to unpack his bag.

[Farmerbink]

After a few minutes, Nisha recovers her composure, and puts her musket away. She rises from her seated position on the bed and walks over to Geranimo. She extends one hand in greeting. I'm sorry I yelled like that. My name is Nasha Mõrv. I suppose I should try to be more polite to my roommates.

[ghendrickson]

Geranimo grabs her hand and shakes. "Pleasure to meet you."

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair smiles. "So we're all acquainted then? Good! Now then, the manual they gave out at orientation says that 'In preparation for your first introductory meeting with the staff, try some teambuilding question and answer sessions with your new roommates in order to build a greater sense of trust'" Alistair speaks this entirely from memory smiling as he often does at the mild amusement of those in the room. "I'll start: My name is Alistair Magimeister. My family hails from a long line of senior staff here at the school and thus I've been born and raised on-campus in my entirety. I've come here to study Universalist magic. Would anyone else like to go next? The Elf says, raising a questioning eyebrow at the utter menagerie of spellcasters before him, his breath lightely baited in expectation as to what these people's stories could possibly be.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums. Apparently used to be a member of the senior staff. Transmutation specialist. I have a stick. His name is the Stick. Some say he has no understanding of cheese.

[Capt. Infinity]

"Wait, The Stick or you?"

[Vhaidara]

The Stick. I just don't like cheese.

[Capt. Infinity]

The Elf smiles. "...Biggums, I get the feeling you and I are going to become the greatest of friends." Alistair eyes the rest of the group. "Anyone else?"

[Farmerbink]

Nisha speaks up. My name is Nisha. I, uh. I understand magic pretty easily, but frankly, I think it's kind of boring. I much prefer shooting things. My mother made me come here; I think she thinks it will help me focus on "productive" things...

[Fouredged Sword]

A chime sounds through the building, signifying that class starts in fifteen minuets. There is a rush of students heading in every direction, but the group sticks together and makes their way to class without issue.

You find yourselves in a large auditorium style room, but in place of seats, there are large tables with narrow benches built into the sides. You realize the benches are not meant for sitting, but to provide a standing surface for smaller students.

You find that the tables are asigned based on room number, and you are located on the center left of the room.

Things are kind of boring for a few minutes, then a small red dragon flies into the room and takes up position in the center of the room.

He then takes off a small collar and suddenly reverts to his natural size, his colossal natural size as a great wyrm red dragon.

He waits patiently for the dragonfear to wear off and dismisses students who need a change of clothing.

Class is fairly boring. Alfred sets fire to a few fire elementals and talks about energy resistance and how fire is simply the best energy type. Someone brings up the piercing cold metamagic and is promptly set on fire. He's fine, just singed.

Class closes shortly after. It is nearing the dinner rush at the cafeteria, and your stomachs are beginning to feel the hours of class. As Alfred dismisses the class, he rumbles out.

"Table 7, stay after class. I have a task for you."

[Farmerbink]

Nisha turns to leave, just as the dragon's last command echoes throughout the chamber. Her eyebrows furrow, and she turns around. She steps to the front of the table, where the numbers are clearly emblazoned upon their sides and her expression becomes crestfallen. Sure enough, clear as day a bright silver
7
is imprinted deep into the magically-hardened wood.

Bah. I was hungry. This better be important. She scowls and takes a seat on the front side of the table as she waits for the other students to file out- apparently that's what the dragon was waiting on, anyway.

[Vhaidara]

For some reason, the idea of Fire didn't really scare Biggums. Though he was worried for The Stick.

After class, he simply remains sitting.

[Capt. Infinity]

"What is it Uncle Alfred? Is something the matter?" Alistair speaks once the other students have gone, as he gets comfortable. Once again sitting cross-legged on their worktable which he knew to be number 7 -he had made a mental note of it on the way in- and stays in that position, patiently waiting for the Red Dragon to elaborate.

[ghendrickson]

Geranimo wakes up from his nap feeling refreshed and excited. What did I miss? He seems to have slept through the whole class. Hearing the dragon's command, he stands and stretches, prepared for a lecture.

[Fouredged Sword]

Alfred doesn't move from where he is sitting, he just extends his neck out until it hovers just over your table from you.

"I have... dietary preferences that the school is nice enough to be very... accommodating towards."

My he has big teeth.

"I find that dining in the food hall tends to upset the student body due to what I eat. The school is understanding of this, and they let me... appropriate.. students to meet my needs."

Those teeth really are something aren't they

"So... Go to the kitchen and fetch me a ham and guda sandwich. The rest of the faculty complain about my breath if I eat with them, and I do so love the taste that I will not do without. The kitchen has my specifications. It shouldn't be too much trouble."

[Vhaidara]

Biggums nods. Makes sense that it would take four people, including a near giant like himself, to carry a dragon's sandwich. With the Stick in hand, he ducks to get through the door.

[Farmerbink]

An expression of supreme fear is replaced by confusion as the dragon makes his request. Wouldnt it be easier for someone to.... Magic it up here, or something? she asks. I mean, a sandwich big enough for you has got to be more weight than we could possibly lift!

As she makes her objections, she steals a glance at Biggums. Well... More than I cam lift, anyway.

Without waiting to be chastised, she hurries off after the half-giant.

[ghendrickson]

Geranimo laughs when the dragon says this, but begins to stroll towards the kitchen. I'd like a sandwich that big. He starts whistling as he leaves the classroom

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair chuckles silently to himself. Uncle Alfred always did get a kick out of scaring the living daylights out of the freshmen. "Sure thing Uncle Alfred! So long as nothing goes catastrophically wrong in the process of procuring it, we'll have your sandwich to you within the hour. Now don't go chewing on the desks in hunger-filled frustration again. You know how that drives the groundskeeper up the walls. Literally!" He then hurries off after the rest of his team, eager to make a good first impression with the lot of them through the task at hand.

[Fouredged Sword]

The group proceeds to the kitchen only to find what looks like a war zone. As you open the double doors to the cooking area you face a wall of heat and noise as the room is full of roaring fire and rushing people preparing food.

A short wiry human with a sour expression notices the door open and sees you. He rushes over, waving his hands in a shooing motion. He has a nametag pined to his apron that lables him "Smee Mcwhiskers, second cook head cook"

"No students in the kitchen. Food lines start outside in thirty minuets, pick up a tray and select your food then."

[Vhaidara]

We're here to pick up a sandwich. Ham and guda. for Professor Alfred.

[Fouredged Sword]

Smee looks the four of you over, then glances around the kitchen. His eyes dart to a table covered in a massive loaf of bread, then to a whole pig roasting on a spit, then around the kitchen they search for a moment.

"We need more cheese. Wait here and I will get some."

As he starts to stride off, a halfling breaks out of the crowd and runs over. His nametag reads "Pippin, third cook Second Cook"

"Mr Smee, Mr Smee, you can't leave! It's the middle of the dinner rush. The head cook if forbbiden to leave the kitchen!"

Smee sighs and puts his face in his palm. He looks at you suspiciously.

"Fine, I will send the students. They can just grab a wheel from the main room and come right back."

Pippin looks positively shocked at this suggestion.

"Mr Smee, Mr Smee! If the dragon doesn't get the right cheese or if his food is late, he comes down to complain. We don't want that. Last time we lost half the kitchen to the blaze! They have to get the special reserve, from the back room!"

Smee turns white when Pippin says that. He thinks for a long moment, then snarls. He thrusts a key into Biggums' hands and glares at him.

"Go get the cheese and get out. We will make the sandwich as soon as you get back. Pippin, show them to the cheese cellar."

Pippin beams proudly for being helpful skips out of the room, leaving you to follow him. When you do, he leads you down a short hall and stops in front of a door.

"This is the cheese cellar!" he beams at you. "The special reserve is all the way in the back, can't miss it!"

[Farmerbink]

Nisha aims a sideways glare at the halfling. She then turns to her companions, and says "Why do I get this impression that this is going to be more complicated than it needs to be?

She turns back to the halfling with an accusative glare. Anything we should know about the cheese cellar? Is there some sort of ice elemental that keeps them fresh while fiercely guarding the rift to the elemental plane of water? Some construct that won't recognize us and decide to pulverize us for trespassing? Hmmm?

[Fouredged Sword]

I will also roll for anything I need to complete your actions. If I get a modifier wrong, let me know.

diplomacy check
[roll0]
(roll didn't add the modifier, but nat 20 anyway :smalltongue:)

Pippin looks a little guilty, but then screws up his tiny courage and warns you in a sift voice.

"OK, I'm not supposed to admit this to anyone outside the cooking staff.. so don't tell anyone I said this. We have... a bit of a rat problem. Smee locked the cellar to keep the rats out, but nobody has been inside except Smee. Things were different under Devan, but Smee seems to have the situation under control."

He then scurries off, giving you one last sympathetic glance as he disappears into the bustle of the kitchen.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums nods.
Well, I guess I'll be carrying it. Given the size of his other food, i doubt anyone else would be much help there.

[Capt. Infinity]

For the entire time since the group arrived at the kitchen, Alistair has stayed quiet. He's had a look on his face that seems to indicate that he is in deep thought about something. Then, as Pippin moves off and out of earshot, the young Elf finally speaks, having seemed to have come to a conclusion. "Guys, I've been thinking... Doesn't something about all this seem a little odd? You saw all those name tags, they were recently changed. That's because the head chef, Devan, disappeared shortly before the start of the semester, and nobody knows where he went. I don't know why but I'm finding his sudden leaving a bit hard to swallow." Alistair speaks this as a second realization dawns on his face. "And something else just occured to me. Pippin said that there's been a bit of a rat problem, but he also said the only one who's attested to it or been in the cellar in the last few days was that man Smee. Also, why wouldn't he just tell some of the staff about the rat problem so they could deal with it? All it would take is a handful of mid-level illusionists to Color Spray the lot of them into a bag and throw it into an incenerator in the basement. Something about this just doesn't sit right with me..." Alistair looks forward with a look of conviction as he steps forward into the cellar, as though he's already made up his mind about his next course of action. "And I intend to get find out what it is."

[Fouredged Sword]

The door to the cheese cellar opens cleanly. The musk of cheese hits your nose like a hammer. You peer into the space behind the door to see what awaits you.

You discover a stone stairway leading down 20ft forward and down. At the bottom there is a door to the right. Though the light from the hall allows you to see to the bottom, it is clear that there are no torches or other lights once you get there.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums looks back at the others.
Does anyone have a Light spell ready?

[Farmerbink]

Nisha grunts, non-commitally. Bah. Never thought that'd be worth anything. Besides, I can see in the dark. Can't you? She proceeds to head down the steps, carefully. She draws her musket and peers into the darkness ahead of her.

[roll0] perception

[Capt. Infinity]

"Actually yes!" Said Alistair, in response to the Helf-giant's query. And, with a flick of his wrist, the Elf's Mage Robes suddenly light up in their entirety, spreading light in all directions. Alistair grins from ear to pointed ear with smug satisfaction at the bedazzlement of the party. "What can I say?" The Elf says through his smile. "I'm full of bright ideas.". "Now then, Let's move forward." Alistair spoke as he wandered down the stairs after Nisha.

Perception:1d20+2

[Vhaidara]

Biggums looks at Alistair and holds out The Stick.

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair, with an over-exaggerated sigh and a wry smile, extends his hand once more. "*sigh* If you insist..." And with that, The Stick begins shining with light, as the light of his own robes fades away. "But it's not NEARLY as dazzling."

[Vhaidara]

Holding The Stick in front of him, Biggums begins to make his way down the stairs.

Perception: [roll0]

[Farmerbink]

Unable to make out anything useful, Nisha moves to the side to let Biggums pass. Be my guest...

[Fouredged Sword]

http://i.imgur.com/SyD7ch1.png

The door at the bottom of the stairs opens with the creak of old hinges.

Perception DC 15 - Use the checks rolled walking down the stairs

You hear the scurrying of small animals from within the room as the door opens


The door opens to a 20X45 ft room. It has tall 10ft ceilings. The majority of the walls are occupied by large stacks of open shelving stacked with cheese (the brown squares in the picture). There are shelves every 2.5ft, so you cannot move through those squares.

Perception DC 20 - New roll

You see a rat hiding at F4

Perception DC 23 - same roll as above

You see a rat hiding at H4

Perception DC 30

You see a rat hiding at G7

Perception DC 35

You see a rat hiding at H7





Looking across the room, you see two doors on the far wall. One is on the north side, the other is on the south side. Both lead East.

Place yourselves on the west (left) side of the room.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums holds The Stick before him as he moves into the cellar.
Some say that he's surprisingly protective of his friends.
The Stick pulses with light, and then a shimmering barrier appears around Biggums.
Rat up ahead.

Casting Mage Armor (that's my verbal component :smalltongue:)
Initiative: [roll0]

Place Biggums at C5

HP: 9/9
AC: 14

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair looks about with mild confusion at Biggums' warning. "Where? I don't see anything." Nonetheless, the Elf raises his hands in a shrugging motion "Whatever you say. better safe than sorry" And with that, a magical forcefield envelopes Alistair's form, shielding him from harm.

Cast Mage Armour (That's MY verbal compenent :P)
Initiative [roll0]
Place Alistair at B6

HP:6/6
AC:15

[Farmerbink]

Nisha follows closely behind Biggums, musket at the ready. Grrr... I don't see anything, either. Come out, come out, wherever you are!

move me to B5, rest in OOC thread. :-\

[Fouredged Sword]

Geranimo moves to C6, also casting mage armor. He readies his warhammer. A long tense moment passes while the party realizes that their enemy is, infact, a rat hiding on a shelf. It's not about to charge out and attack a bunch of creatures many times it's size.

Everyone get's another set of actions.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums decides to move further into the cellar. After all, no cheese here.

Move to I5

[Fouredged Sword]

Monster action hold. No time to post just yet, but you set of readied actions. :smallbiggrin:

[Capt. Infinity]

"Wait Biggums. Let's not be too hasty-" Alistair tries to warns as he draws his dagger. But sadly the Half-giant was already on the move by the time the words left the Elf's mouth.

[Farmerbink]

Nisha shoots Biggums a fierce glare. A rat? A RAT? For crying out loud, I nearly shot someone! Don't scare me if it's not at least a big rat! She shakes her head as the big half-giant continues moving forward cautiously, and follows.

[Fouredged Sword]

The four party members advance in a group. Biggums leads slightly.

As Biggums crosses into G5 our rats, including the one you saw and three you missed, rush into his square!

The one he could see took a 5ft step (no aoo's) and he couldn't see the others (also no AOO's)

Two manage to find a place to plant their jaws, biting painfully.

Biggums -2hp, G5
Alistair Magimeister, E5
Biggums - Keledrath, F6
Nisha Mõrv, E6

4 rats, G5

It is now the party's action (all the rats delayed and are on the same initiative.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums steps back, grunting as the rats bite him.
But all we know...
He swings the Stick as he bellows
...is he's called The Stick!

5ft step to F5 and attack the rats
Attack: [roll0]
Crit: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]
Crit: [roll3]

[Farmerbink]

Nisha rolls her eyes. Stupid vermin... Clear out, Biggums!

As the big man steps out of the way, she steps forward and unleashes a burst of magical fire!

5-foot step to F6, burning hands into the rats
[roll0] damage, reflex save DC 16 for half damage

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair, unable to find an appropriate angle with which to cast an offensive spell shouts: "I suggest the two of you duck!" As he throws his dagger with mystical precision at the cluster of rats.


Attack with Hand of the Apprentice and accounting for throwing into melee: [roll0]
Crit: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

[Fouredged Sword]

The dagger misses the rats, but the smell of burning rat fur competes with the smell of cooking cheese. The rats don't seem dead though, just toasty. Two seem exspecially burned.

Biggums doesn't even bother dodging. The fire harmlessly blows across his skin.

Geranimo swings his warhammer. He misses horridly, but it's the thought that counts right?

[Fouredged Sword]

Didn't see Biggum's action at the start of the pile. He swings and misses. The rats take their actions.

Two of the rats turn and run. They are the more burned pair. The other two attack Biggums again. One fails to find purchase.

The other scampers up your leg and bites down somewhere... unfortunate. Biggums has to restrain a scream of unimaginable anguish as the rat critically bites him in the nethers. (the rat rolled a 20 then a 19, :smalleek:) -2hp.

Biggums and Geranimo both get AOO's at the fleeing rats. Geranimo misses, but Biggums crushes one of the fleeing rats despite his extreme pain.

It is now the party's turn again

[Capt. Infinity]

"Alright, how about round two? Eat steel you cheese munching furballs!" Alistair yells, as the knife flies back into his hand and he immediately throws it back into the fray once more in hopes of slaying one of the offending vermin.


Attack: [roll0]
Crit: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

[Vhaidara]

Biggums snarls as he swings The Stick between his legs at the rat there.

Attack: [roll0]
Crit Confirm: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]
Crit Damage: [roll3]

[Farmerbink]

Round 2

Oh, blast it all! Eat lead, you little pipsqueak! Nisha shoots at the tiny rat that isn't attached to Biggum's nether parts.

Nisha Mõrv (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1092098)
F CN Tiefling (Daemon-spawn) Spellslinger, Level 1, Init +3, HP 7/7, Speed 30
AC 14, Touch 13, Flat-footed 11, CMD 11, Fort +1, Ref +3, Will +2, CMB -2, Base Attack Bonus 0
vs touch ac, within 1st RI Battered Musket (30x) +3 (1d12, x4)
Dagger -2 (1d3-2, 19-20, x2)
(+3 Dex, +1 Deflect)
Abilities Str 7, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 20, Wis 10, Cha 8
Condition None

[roll0] counting shooting into a melee, resolves against touch AC
[roll1] CC (19, x4)
[roll2] damage
[roll3] crit damage

[Fouredged Sword]

With a flash of gunpowder and a meety thwack, the battle is over. The rats are routed or slain. You examine the room more closely.

The two doors leading east seem the only way forward. The north door is unlocked, but the southern door seems stuck. The building seems to have settled in a way that wedges the door into the frame.

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair eyes the stuck door inquisitively. "You know, my family has a saying: 'The path behind the largest hurdle is always FAR more interesting'. Biggums, if you would be so kind." Alistair says whilst gesticulating towards the door that's jammed shut.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums lowers his shoulder and charges the door.

Str check: [roll0]

[Farmerbink]

Nisha looks up as Biggum's shoulder makes contact with the door. Don't be too hasty, it's gonna take me a minute to reload this thing, here!

As she speaks, she works on the aforementioned task before getting up and following Biggums to the door.

[Fouredged Sword]

The door pops open with a loud bang. It opens into a large room with tall celings. You can clearly see the signs of rat occupation: rat poop, nests of wrapping paper, and the most obvious sign - three rats the size of dogs.

http://i.imgur.com/DOC2vq9.png

The WERE asleep. The noise of the door banging open obviously woke them.

You have the surprise round.

[Capt. Infinity]

"Third times the CHARM!" Alistair yells as he throws his knife once again, sending it sailing over the heads of his comrades and, hopefully, into the flesh of the rat nearest Biggums.


Attack (please work...): [roll0]
Crit: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]
Crit Damage: [roll3]

[Farmerbink]

Nisha grins and focuses an angry glare at the creatures as the door falls open. All right! This is what I've been waiting for!

Nisha Mõrv (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1092098)
F CN Tiefling (Daemon-spawn) Spellslinger, Level 1, Init +3, HP 7/7, Speed 30
AC 14, Touch 13, Flat-footed 11, CMD 11, Fort +1, Ref +3, Will +2, CMB -2, Base Attack Bonus 0
vs touch ac, within 1st RI Battered Musket (30x) +4 (1d12+1, x4)
Dagger -2 (1d3-2, 19-20, x2)
(+3 Dex, +1 Deflect)
Abilities Str 7, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 20, Wis 10, Cha 8
Condition Magic Bullets +1: 1 minute

swift action to turn my 2nd burning hands into a +1 modifier for my gun for 1 minute.
FIRE! at the rat in M7.

[roll1] attack (resolves against touch AC w/in 40 feet)
[roll2] damage

[roll0] CC (24, x4) no critical threat
+[roll3] crit damage no critical threat

If it's dead, move action to L8 or L9, preferably behind Biggums! ^_^

[Vhaidara]

Biggums moves into the room, The Stick still held in front of him providing light.

Surprise round, move to either L8 if the rat isn't dead, or O8 if it is

[Fouredged Sword]

Geranimo moves to M8

"I have a color spray. line them up for me! Ether that or just killem."

One of the rats is more alert than the other. It moves to attack, moving from Q8 to P8 and attacks Biggums who is in O8.

The bite slides of his conjured armor though. The stench of the rat hits you like a hammer though. These things are clearly not sanitary.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums swings The Stick at the rat in front of him.

Imma smack a rat.
Attack: [roll0]
Crit Confirm: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]
Crit Damage: [roll3]

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair quickly moves to M8 and, in a fit of abject frustration screams out: "Alright, that's it! Rot in HELL you disease-ridden vermin!" As he once again furiously throws his dagger at the mouse that just tried to bite Biggums.


Attack (come on...) [roll0]
Crit: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]
Crit Damage: [roll3]

[Farmerbink]

Keep 'em off me for a second! Nisha yells out, as she reloads her musket.

full-round action to reload a musket. :-\

[Fouredged Sword]

Geranimo moves to P5 and opens up with a color spray. Both rats spasm and collapse (rolled a 4 and 9 for saves).

AND combat is over. Some quick work with a warhammer ends the rat problem.

You are faced with four doors. One leads north, and looks unlocked and unblocked. One leads south, and is clearly locked with a small padlock holding down a small bar to prevent it from opening. The final door leads further east. It looks unlocked and above it is a nice big sign reading "Special Reserve, do not touch on threat of dragon."

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair hesitates. "Uh... Listen guys. I know we're SUPPOSED to go down the reserve door but... Something's been bothering me ever since we got down here. I can't adequately explain to you why. But I feel like we should check the south door before anything else. If the old family saying holds true, as it has so far, we're bound to find something worth our while."

[Vhaidara]

Biggums shrugs and walks towards the northern door.

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair looks at Biggums and questions: "What are you doing? Searching the area?"

[Vhaidara]

My shoulder hurts. Let's go with the open one first.

[Capt. Infinity]

"...Fair enough. Lead the way Biggums!" Said Alistair, following the Half-giant towards the northern door.

[Fouredged Sword]

The north door opens easily. You are greeted by the sight of a large 25X25ft room. This is clearly where the rats nested. The floor is literally covered in wrapping and debris of broken and chewed shelving.

http://i.imgur.com/okhLdhU.png

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair follows closely behind Biggums. Too closely, in fact, and ends up getting a generous facefull of The Stick, dazing him and forcing his eyes to redilate due to its luminescence. "Gah! What is it guys? What's in there? I can't see a damn thing! Is it more rats? Please tell me it's not more rats."

[Farmerbink]

Nisha's nose curls at the sight of the rat's nest. That is disgusting! I suppose that's why rats live here rather than in our dormitories, eh? The headmaster would skin us alive, if our beds looked like that! Hmmm.

She peers into the room, strongly questioning her choice to abandon the other burning hands spell. After a brief cursory inspection, she hastily moves on to the door marked for the dragon's special reserve.

[roll0] perception?

[Capt. Infinity]

"Oh no. Don't you go running off now, not after we've gone this far already. We've already spent enough of our time clearing out these vermin, we might as well get a commendation for fixing the problem in its entirety!" Alistair says. Rubbing his eyes free of the glare in order to get a better look at the herculean task in front of him. "Woah. That's a LOT of trash. Biggums, any suggestions? I've still got a Colour Spray ready, just FYI"

[Fouredged Sword]

In her brief inspection Nisha discovers a danger and is glad she didn't go blundering into the mess without checking first. A sink hole evidently washed out the floor under the debris. It made a nasty pit in square 4M. falling in that would have HURT.

The special reserve door, on the otherhand, seems to be a normal door. No lock or anything else special.

[Capt. Infinity]

Noticing the sudden stalemate amongst his teammates, Alistair opens up with a suggestion: "Well, are we going to boil a rat's nest or aren't we? Because if we're not I'd like to check that south door for possible maybe-murdered dead bodies of head chefs if that's all right with everyone else."

[Vhaidara]

Biggums turns back into the southern room.
I'll get the next door.
Once everyone is ready, he braces himself and charges the south door.

Str check" [roll0]

[Fouredged Sword]

Thump, ow - that hurt a little!

[Capt. Infinity]

"Uhh, maybe you should try breaking the padlock FIRST, lift the bar, and THEN throw your weight against the door frame?" Alistair suggests, in a jovial and friendly, if slightly mocking tone.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums scowls, and rams the door repeatedly.

Take 20: 23

[Fouredged Sword]

It takes a little work, but you pop the door latch.

The door opens to a small 15x15ft room filled with what looks like a pasteurization furnace and a tub for the making of cheese. Also in the room is a small drawer with a red cross on the front.

In the first aid chest is a note.


“Devan, I haven’t seen you for a while, so I assume you have been busy. I left you a kit for the furnace room in case you need it. There is a first aid kit and a little something to help you start the furnace, because I know how bad you are with a flint and steel. Make sure to use the proper stirring rod, as the steel ones flavor the cheese with a bad taste. I don’t even know why Smee favors it. He makes a horrid second cook – Pippin”

With the note is a scroll and two potions. The scroll and potions are helpfully labled with tags. The scroll is a scroll of burning hands and the two potions are both cure light wounds potions.

Also, among the cheese making supplies are two large staffs used to stir the milk, one silver plated and one steel. Both look like medium quarterstaffs, with the silver one being of excellent construction (it's a masterwork silver quarterstaff).

[Capt. Infinity]

"Thank you, and thank, you!" Alistair says, plucking the iron quarterstaff and one of the healing potions and placing the potion on his robe's belt. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a crime scene to investigate! He says, immediately beginning to scrutinize every inch of the tools, note, and room at large.

Taking 20 on a perception check of the room. So 22

[Fouredged Sword]

The room looks like it hasn't been opened for several days if not weeks. A thin layer of dust coats the surfaces of the room. This room seems safe from rat damage, but it clearly isn't in use.

Other than that, the room bares little in the way of clues.

Taking 10 on a knowledge local check -
You DO note that according to school regs, this whole place is going to be condemned as unsanitary. The school "disintegrate first, ask questions later" policy on public health means you shouldn't feel bad about taking anything you want.

[Capt. Infinity]

"Alright, good news and bad news." Alistair states, matter-of-factly "Bad news is there's nothing really in the way of clues. But the GOOD news is school policy says taking whatever we want from this cellar is A-Ok, since it's about to he condemned anyways. I suggest you take anything else you want from the room and that we continue on with our mission." Alistair suggests, as he begins walking out of the room and towards the eastern door, telling Geronimo to take anything the rest of the party doesn't want, to sell later.

[Farmerbink]

Hmmmm, Nisha muses. She grabs a potion and tosses it to Biggums. I figure you're more likely to get use from this than I. This, however- she grabs the burning hands scroll- is right up my alley! We're gonna have some good times roasting rats tonight! She holds the scroll in one hand, and the musket in the other, and moves back to the rats' nest. She carefully approaches and looks into the sinkhole.

[roll0] moving into the room, in case there are dog-sized rats lying in wait to attack me. Gonna take 20 in the pit.

[Capt. Infinity]

"Gods, make up your minds already people. Hey, wait up!" Alistair hollers at Nisha as he lightly jogs to the doorway of the room, peering inside at Nisha's attempts at observation.

[Fouredged Sword]

The nest itself is empty save for a large quantity of cheese wrapping paper and rat poop.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums grabs the potions and the staves, putting them in his satchel. Then he makes his way over to the special reserve and opens the door.

[Fouredged Sword]

The special reserve door opens with a creak of old hinges unused for a long period. The door opens to a clean looking 20x15 room dominated by a single giant wheel of cheese laying pressed up on the back wall. It's huge. It must weigh 300lbs or so.

Perception DC 15
You hear the scurrying and squeaking of rats, lots of rats.

[Capt. Infinity]

"Oh for the love of the Elffather! Wait up man!" Alistair shouts to Biggums as he hurriedly runs back to the special reserve door to follow him through. Once he enters, the Elf proudly proclaims: "Oh thank goodness we've found it! Well guys, looks like it's smooth sailing from here on out!" Says Alistair, beaming proudly at a job well done.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums holds out The Stick to block Alistair's path.
Rats. Lots of them. I can carry the cheese, if you can keep them off of me.

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair doesn't even hesitate. As barely visible wisps of arcane energy flows from his now open palms and a huge grin spreads across his face. "Just say the word. I've been waiting for this. Hey Nisha! Get in here and cover us on the way out with that scroll, we wouldn't want you missing out on the festivities now would we?" Alistair calls from from over his shoulder, now in a readied stance. Eager to finally kill some rats.

[Farmerbink]

Nisha steps up behind Alistair, unrolling the scroll in preparation for the completion word. With a wink and a grin, she responds, I thought you'd never ask!

[Fouredged Sword]

Biggums lifts the cheese and almost stumbles back as it is far lighter than it should be. It is obvious why as soon as you get a good look at the back, the whole underside has been eaten away by rats trying to eat through the cheese. The sounds of squeaking intensify as a swarm of extremely fat rats are revealed through a sinkhole that the cheese had been placed over like a cover.

Biggums beats a retreat to R7 to get out of the way.

The rest of the party opens up with their assorted spells.

Geronimo goes first, opening up with a color spray. He quickly throws his hands sideways to stop his friends.

"It's down! Save your spells, just start smashing!" He then brandishes his warhammer.

The rats unconscious rats die quickly under a flurry of smashing musket butts and hammers, and the stabbing of daggers.

Behind them you discover a large sinkhole that looks like it connects to the school sewers up a far ledge. The walls look too slick to climb, the rats must have fallen down and gotten stuck. Also in the hole, you discover the rat gnawed bones of a body! The only things not eaten are a cloth sack and a name badge listing him as "Devan, Head Cook"

In the sack is the following.
A note
"Cafeteria lost and found"

67 gp, 440 sp, 1100 cp

Gems -
Azurite (11 gp)
Hematite (7 gp)
Malachite (13 gp)
Moonstone (55 gp)
Rhodochrosite (11 gp)
Zircon (55 gp)

Masterwork Items -
Masterwork Greataxe (320 gp)

Magic Items - You have not identified these yet
Oil of Arcane Mark (cr, 25 gp)
Potion of Virtue (cr, 25 gp)
Scroll of Corrosive Touch (um, 25 gp)
Scroll of Shield (cr, 25 gp)
Scroll of Shield of Faith (cr, 25 gp)

The map as it stands
http://i.imgur.com/rIulQEr.png

[Capt. Infinity]

"Welp. I guess we've found our head chef." Says Alistair, as he helps hoist out the bag of loot. "We'll divy up the spoils later IN AN EQUAL FASHION." The Elf remarks, eyeing the generally shifty crowd around him. If anyone has the spells or skill, I suggest you try and figure out what exactly those magic items do. Meanwhile, I have some sleuthing work on my hands, because I don't know about you, but something tells me a man does not normally get trapped behind a massive wheel of cheese in a sinkhole filled with rats, unless someone PUTS him there." Alistair remarks more to himself than anyone in particular as he begins meticulously looking through Devan's remains for any sign of foul play.

Taking 20 on a perception check of the body: 22

[Fouredged Sword]

The back of his head was smashed in by a blunt object. The cracks on his skull show it was done by a cylindrical object about an inch wide, likely hard material, and swung with a good bit of force.

on closer inspection, you note flecks of blood in the groves of the steel quarterstaff. It looks like someone tried to wash it away.

[Capt. Infinity]

"OH......... SH*T." Remarks Alistair, after staring at the quarterstaff in his hands and studying the blood. "Okay, a few things. 1. This man was very clearly murdered with a large, cylindrical blunt object. 2. THIS-" He says, gesturing towards the quarterstaff in his hands. "-Is said blunt object. And 3. The only person who ever so much as TOUCHES this thing in regards to making cheese down here is the former second cook, Smee. So, either Smee is the murderer and we've caught him red-handed. OR this is all an elaborate setup so Pippin can take his RIGHTFUL PLACE ...as...second...in....command-Yeah Smee totally did it." Alistair states, sliding the (likely bloody) nametag into his pocket as proof of the discovery. He stands, waiting to see how the rest of the team responds.

[Farmerbink]

Nisha shakes her head at the recent discovery. How petty. You really think Smee is pitiful enough to kill a man for the title of "head cook?" I can't say I know the man worth anything, but it seems you could get more than that out of the deal... If you killed the right people.

Also, I could identify those, but it would have to wait until tomorrow- I never put much effort into the basics...

[Capt. Infinity]

"Well, as my Uncle Fynwhir always says: 'Small minds dream small dreams'. Maybe Smee didn't want power over anything important. Maybe he just wanted to hone his craft whilst bossing OTHER PEOPLE around for a change. You know how proud Humans can be when they're pushed the wrong way." Alistair says whilst walking to the other side of the room to meet up with Biggums.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums shrugs, still carrying the big cheese.
Humans do as humans do. Hope there's enough cheese for the Professor. Someone search the room, please.

[Capt. Infinity]

"Ten-Four, good buddy!" Not caring that nobody would get the reference, Alistair begins searching the room for anything else of importance and/or value.

Takin' another 20 on this one.

[Farmerbink]

Right then. Biggums had the cheese, let's get out of here, before Alfred has to wait any longer than he already has! I'm not eager to upset my first teacher, and less-so when he's A BLOODY DRAGON!

Taking her own advice, Nisha makes a beeline for the stairway back up into the kitchen. You guys coming?

[Vhaidara]

Biggums starts lugging the cheese towards the exit.
Hope there's enough cheese for him. And that he doesn't mind some rat droppings as seasoning.

[Capt. Infinity]

"Wha- Hey! Wait up guys! I'm the one who popped the lid off this cheesy murder case. The least you could do is slow down!" Alistair remarks, running quickly after his comrades towards the door out of the cellar, towards the kitchen, and possibly a confrontation with Smee himself.

[Fouredged Sword]

You make your way back to the first room of the cellar just in time to see the door to the exit open and Smee McWhiskers come through carrying a torch. He looks at the party critically and frowns.

"I trust your task was uneventful?"

Sense Motive DC[roll0]

He seems to be probing to see if you discovered the body.


Also, everyone, roll a bluff check.

His sense motive check, [roll1]

[Farmerbink]

I'm hoping to fail the sense motive- Nisha doesn't much care one way or another about who's in charge of the school's cook- chaotic neutral, and all that. If she figures out what he's after, she'll try to hide the fact that she knows what he's after, but it's not even close to her primary concern at this point- there's still a hungry dragon waiting on her for dinner, after all.

[roll0] sense motive.
If really need be, [roll1] bluff to hide knowledge of what he'd be looking for.

edit: whew. Cluelessness can be nice, from time to time.


[Smee] looks at the party critically and frowns.
"I trust your task was uneventful?"

Nisha scoffs at the suggestion. Hardly! This damned place is full of rats! How on earth do food stores get so horribly infested? Ugh! Biggums got bit- we're going to need to have him checked on, and in case you missed it, there's a hungry dragon upstairs! For the gods' sakes, get out of the way, man! I have no intention of being his dessert!

[Capt. Infinity]

What follows can only be described as a whirlwind of events. Alistair, noticing Smee, attempts to play it cool. "Uh, er... Well... Um, y'see the thing is..." It's fairly obvious to all those present that Smee knows that Alistair knows. But before Alistair can formally recover, something in the back of his head just sort of... Clicks. The rats, the hatred of silver, his goddamn name! Alistair's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, and at the very top of his lungs, he shouts: "Murderer! Usurper!! WERERAT!!!" Alistair rapidly spins to his side, dropping the iron quarterstaff and pulling the silver one from its place sticking out of Biggums' satchel, and raises it high above his head. Thrusting his left hand forward towards Smee "TASTE THE RAINBOW MOTHERF*CKER!!!! He shouts, fulfilling the verbal component for the torrential Colour Spray which bursts forth from his hand, directly at Smee.

[Fouredged Sword]

Smee's eyes widen, only to be bowled over by a blast of multicolored light. You briefly hear his speak as he passes out.

"And I would have gotten away with it if not for you damn meddling students..."

You now have an unconscious wererat and a giant block of cheese.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums looks over at the others.
You lot get the rat?
And he continues up the stairs with the giant cheese wheel on his head.

[Fouredged Sword]

Geronimo nods, pulling his warhammer he batters Smee about the head in at least a somewhat non-lethal manner.

"That ought ta keep em down."

He then hefts the unconscious Smee and follows you up the stairs.

At the top of the steps you meet a worried looking Pippin. His face brightens when he sees the cheese, then sours again when he sees the unconscious Smee.

"Good you have the cheese. I was worried when it took so long, then Smee suggested he go check on you as soon as the crowed thinned out a little. We still have time, Alfred hasn't torched the kitchen yet, so there is still hope!"

He leads the party to the kitchen and quickly whips up a normal sized sandwich on a small steel plate. He hands the plate to Biggums.

"Don't worry about the cheese. I will get the staff to put the rest back later. Hurry, appease the dragon!"

[Vhaidara]

Biggums, with his usual brusqueness, takes the plate and heads off down the halls to the classroom.

[Capt. Infinity]

As he begins walking after Biggums, Alistair turns to Geronimo, hands him the iron quarterstaff with the bloodstains and says "I want you to take a detour to the HR office and hand this and Smee to the head of staff for due process and eventual immolation. When you're done, come back to the classroom to meet back up with the rest of us." Geronimo nods and goes running off down a different hallway to drop off the murderer and murder weapon.

We can all assume he'll be back by the time we're back in the classroom. Unless, of course, the GM has other plans.

[Farmerbink]

Nisha's eyes widen as the sandwich turns out to be quite normal. Does polymorphing oneself actually allow for lesser sustenance? she wonders aloud. She shakes her head sharply and seems to refocus. Well, let's get on with it! I really don't want to be dessert!

She hurries along with the rest of the group, occasionally making exasperated sounds at the slightest delays.

[Capt. Infinity]

At Nisha's remark on the nature of Alfred's resizing, Alistair states: "Well of course his food scales with him, otherwise he'd explode when he shrunk back down! I do apologize for not mentioning it earlier, it slipped my mind in all the business with the rats, and by the time I remembered Biggums was already hoisting the cheese wheel, and I didn't want to ruin his 'groove', you know what I'm saying? Like a clockwork soldier this guy!" Alistair says, playfully elbowing Biggums in the arm not currently holding the sandwich upon which their destinies ride.

[Farmerbink]

Nisha nods as Alistair talks, her features an unreadable expression.

[Fouredged Sword]

You enter the hall of the Great Wyrm Dragon Alfred. You enter, and the waves of heat hit you like a wall. You approach the giant form of the dragon cautiously. Biggums extends the sandwich at arms length, cautions of the dragon's giant maw as it swings it's view over. As it lays it's huge glowing eyes on you, a spark ignites within the ruby orbs. Alfred opens his giant mouth to expose teeth like swords.

Alfred then suddenly shifts to his tiny dragon form. He pounces on the sandwich, now the size of the dragon itself. Cheese and Pork disappears in a horrid orgy of violence and bread. After a long moment, the spectral is over. Alfred gives off a massive burp that resounds through the chamber.

He lifts his head from where he is laying on the plate. He seems to notice you for the first time.

"I suppose I should reward you. This sandwich was delicious." He flutters over to what looks like a card catalog drawer. He looks over the drawer for a moment before selecting one. He opens it and pulls out a small bag the size of your palm. "Open that once you get back to your room. It's one use, so don't open it until then."

He then turns and flutters off deeper into his area, his distended stomach gurgling happily, leaving you clearly dismissed.

Once you return to your room, you find a note.

"Due to unexpected communication problems, I accidentallyed your roommate. I will get you a new one, good as new.
- Melvin, Head of Enchantment."

Inside the bag (for storage, as I am closing the generator)

1) Arcane Scroll, Acid arrow {2nd/3rd} : 150gp [+]
2) Potion of Rope trick {2nd/3rd} : 300gp [+]
3) Arcane Scroll, Web {2nd/3rd} : 150gp [+]
4) Potion of Make whole {2nd/3rd} : 300gp [+]
5) Arcane Scroll, Owl's wisdom {2nd/3rd} : 150gp [+]
6) Arcane Scroll, Gust of wind {2nd/3rd} : 150gp [+]
7) Potion of Shield of faith {1st/1st} : 50gp [+]
8) Wand of magic missile{1st/1st} : 750gp [+]
9) Divine Scroll, Endure elements {1st/1st}, Delay poison {2nd/3rd} : 175gp [+]
10) Potion of Eagle's splendor {2nd/3rd} : 300gp [+]
11) Arcane Scroll, Bear's endurance {2nd/3rd} : 150gp [+]
12) Potion of Shield of faith {1st/1st} : 50gp [+]
13) Arcane Scroll, Chill touch {1st/1st} : 25gp [+]
14) Arcane Scroll, Darkvision {2nd/3rd}, Chill touch {1st/1st}, Reduce person {1st/1st} : 200gp [+]
15) Arcane Scroll, Hypnotism {1st/1st} : 25gp [+]
16) Potion of Protection from chaos {1st/1st} : 50gp [+]
17) Arcane Scroll, Detect magic {0/1st}, Protection from chaos {1st/1st} : 37gp [+]
18) Potion of Cure light wounds {1st/1st} : 50gp [+]
19) Arcane Scroll, Sleep {1st/1st} : 25gp [+]
20) Potion of Warp wood {2nd/3rd} : 300gp [+]
21) Divine Scroll, Read magic {0/1st} : 12gp [+]
22) Arcane Scroll, Invisibility {2nd/3rd} : 150gp [+]
23) Potion of Shillelagh {1st/1st} : 50gp [+]
24) 400 gp

[Fouredged Sword]

After a few days of counting your loot and attending class there is a knock at your door. Whoever opens it finds a short ratfolk in a robe carrying a letter. The letter is from human resources.

"It has come to my attention that the kitchen staff has commended your ability to deal with rats. It seemed prudent to let our latest student join your team as you seem the best suited to deal with him. They also suggested you are capable of solving other problems that the food services staff may have. In that note, please acclimate with your new teammate and meet Pippin (the new head cook) at the entrance to the Dark (culinary) Arts department. They have a problem with missing food that you may be able to handle."

Post (whoever posts first can open the door) and introduce yourselves to Fumblemore.

[Farmerbink]

At the sound of sharp knocking, Nisha looks up from cleaning her musket. No one else makes a move for the door, so she sighs, and rises. Irritably, she opens the door with her tail, musket still in hand. What do you wa- After a moment, her gaze shifts downward, and she notices the oddly-dressed ratfolk in front of her. It the extended parchment, she raises an eyebrow, but reaches out and takes it, unrolls it and reads it aloud. ..."missing food that you may be able to handle. Bloody flipping brilliant. So you're our new roommate, are you? Well, you can sleep over there. I 'spose the dwarf ain't ever coming back, after all. She gestures to the vacant bed near the center of the room.

Well, why don't you tell us about yourself? I'm Nisha, and frankly, this gun is more interesting to me than most of what goes on at this school, but I suppose my parents would be displeased if I got expelled. Wouldn't want to upset dear-old-dad, so here I am. You? She holds up the parchment that she just finished reading aloud.

With a scowl, she adds, Do be brief. Apparently, we have work to do.

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair looks at the doorframe, and the other students can see his hair literally stand on end momentarily as he immediately yelps out in surprise. "OH DEAR LORD HE'S BACK AND HE'S GOING TO KILL US AL-...Hang on a second, you're not a Wererat."
Alistair realizes the situation, hearing Nisha speak the note aloud, and quickly smooths out his now deeply frazzled robes as he walks over and extends his hand down towards the young Ratfolk in front of him.
"Hehe, terribly sorry about that. We recently had a run-in with a very angry Wererat and I thought he'd come back to exact his evil, rodent-esque revenge upon us. My name's Alistair Magimeister, pleased to meet you, and you are?"

[Vhaidara]

Biggums waves from his bed.
I'm Biggums. This is The Stick.
He points at a massive staff leaning against the foot of his bed.

[TheEmperor]

As Fumblemore knocked on the door, he gave the letter in his paw a glance, just to check if he was at the right room, since it was his only direction in the new university. Checking his paper informed him of the fact that he was at the correct location, and so he let go of his mental need to teleport away to avoid any awkwardness, and waited.

The response was swift, as the door was opened by one of the inhabitants. Introductions were quickly made by his new room mates, apparently due to their "work" being imminent. He forwarded a single paw upwards to the other fellow offering a hand shake, and said "Right, I'm Fumblemore, conjurer of people, and guy who gets other people to knock people down. And whatever you do, could you please not get within five feet of me while I'm casting? I have a bad habit of getting backfires, and they usually throw you somewhere."

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair moves a couple of steps back after hearing Fumblemore's warning once he finishes his handshake.
"Noted."

[Farmerbink]

Nisha snorts. You're not even operating with explosives! She shakes her head gently and begins to file out the door.

Come on now; we don't want to keep the head cook waiting.

[TheEmperor]

A small little squeaking sound came out of Fumblemore's breast pocket in response to Nisha's statement, as if to chide her, which was followed by him patting his robes with a whisper of "Not now, dad."

He then dropped a small bag of supplies on his assigned area, before coming back to the group with a "Right then! I suppose I have to come along?"

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair looks sideways at Fumblemore as he walks out the door, following Nisha. "Okay, disregarding that 'dad' comment, who keeps their familiar in their breast pocket? That sounds both uncomfortable and unsanitary." "Oh, You're one to talk!" Says a high-pitched, sing-song voice from within Alistair's hat. Alistair glances up at his head and lightly pats the hat, as if to silence the voice. "Oh pipe down Azure! Don't make me revoke your peanut brittle rights. And besides, are you equating your own level of cleanliness to that of a rat?" "...Okay, I'll shut up" The small voice says, as the sound of light ruffling can faintly be heard from within the cap, as if something were laying back down to rest.

[Fouredged Sword]

The group sets off at a reasonable pace. The letter gave no mention of a deadline, so as the fourth rule for highly effective spellcasters says "Don't rush in blind"

Alistair manages to schmooze his way into the kitchen staff. While it's not their job tp help you per-say, they like to have friends in the student body. He manages to charm the cook in charge of the test kitchens. He's not sure what exactly is going on, but someone shut down four of his test kitchens in the Dark Art's building and he is willing to help out so long as it means the situation gets resolved a little quicker.

He hands you a map of the kitchen setups. It's four kitchens with four mock dining halls attached to each one. The staff uses them to experiment with cooking for the varied diets of the student body, as well as to set up practice environments to let students practice sitting in a dark corner of a tavern with a mysterious old man giving a quest or assassinate a king at a ball. Students can rent the kitchens for whatever needs they have. This means that things get... weird.

The four kitchens are set up differently. The north west kitchen is a tavern set up. There the staff was testing a new self drinking drink and a new no-stoking oven. The north east kitchen was set up to run some upperclassmen necromancer's through an manners class. The south west room was reserved for a dance party of some kind. Finally the south east room was reserved by an upperclassmen, but the reason was smudged into illegibility.

MAP!
http://i.imgur.com/KU9wQKd.png

OK, PAUSE HERE - PLEASE FINALIZE ALL PURCHASES BEFORE PROCEEDING ON THE ADVENTURE! Once everyone has OK'd their inventory, then we go ahead with the game.

[Fouredged Sword]

The group moves to the kitchens in due time. Once there, you are lead to Pippin, now head chef. He greats you cheerfully alongside his new second chef, a tall snarling orc named Killbore Gorebash wielding a massive cleaver.

"This way. We left the scene of the crime just as it was so you don't miss anything."

The halfling leads the way, leaving Gorebash to snarl at kitchen workers. This leads you to a storage room between the kitchens and the Dark Culinary Arts department.

"Here is where it happened. My previous second chef was here getting supplies for Pizza Wednesday and he was struck from behind. When he came to, the supplies were missing. He ran for help. He was bruised up and horridly burned like he got splattered in hot soup! Now, the only way out of this room leads to some of the test kitchens. Now, the doors are locked from the outside on all access doors except for this one. That means whatever attacked him is still inside those rooms.

I was thinking that because you where so helpful with the whole Smee thing, you could help out again here. I have some money from the emergency fund to pay you with if you can solve this one."

You do a quick examination of the room. Flour is everywhere, and you can see marinara sauce splattered on the walls. The outline of a human sprawled on the ground is clear in the white flour, as well as a set of large misshapen footprints leading away into the test kitchens. It's funny though. your footprints are showing up as spots the flour got pushed away from. The footprints leading away seem to be prints MADE of flour.

[Farmerbink]

Nisha raises an eyebrow at the scene before her. This is the strangest place I've ever seen. Ever. She turns to the head cook. What do you guys do back here? I've never heard of one, but this has got to be some kind of flour elemental that you've spawned or something! See these prints? When we walk, we leave footprints in the powder. Something in there, she points to the test kitchen, left footprints made of flour!

Good grief, are sandwiches just too easy, or what?

Scowling, she steps forward to search the room more thoroughly.

[roll0] perception
[roll1] knowledge arcana re: any funny reactions between water elementals and cooking ingredients.

Also: I am highly entertained. Nisha is a no-nonsense, irritable tiefling. She is not entertained. :smallbiggrin: Just so you know I'm not being a douche.

[TheEmperor]

The second they entered the room, the first thing that Fumblemore noticed was the rather off-puttingly large cleaver in the hands of the orc, who was standing next to the fellow he felt was most likely the head chef.

Crime scene? was the thought that went through his head, and a small squeak that not many except those within five feet could hear essentially proved that his dad was a bit unsure as well. He went along with with halfling chef, and found the "crime" scene quite... well, he didn't have a word for it.

"Well, let's not get 'floury'..." he said, pausing to grin at his own pun, and then continued "And get right to it." It took him a few seconds before he noticed the footsteps being made of flour, which made him groan, and he said "If it's a damn Flour elemental, I swear... There's an elemental for everything."

[Fouredged Sword]

Alistair realizes it must me a Calzone Golem. They are dreaded creatures that for some reason every year some dumb 7th year get's it into his head to make. They are filled with burning hot marinara heated by the fire elemental used to power them. What is worse, as golems they are immune to most magic.

What you know - Fairy dangerous, inevitably go crazy, fairly tough and strong. Not very smart though. They tend to stay where they are created and attack any who come near. Immune to magic.

[Capt. Infinity]

Alistair looks quizzically at the footprints, lifts his hat to allow Azure to have a looks, and points at the footprints. "Calzone golem?" "Calzone golem." Alistair says, in a factual tone. He turns to the group. "Calzone golems, powered by a fire elemental so as to be full of delicious, scalding hot marinara. Fairly strong, not very bright, immune to magic, proceed with caution. The Elven wizard explains, preemptively drawing his Longsword in preparation.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums shrugs.
It might be immune to magic. But I have something better.
He pulls out The Stick
Some say that he hates eating Italian...

Tossing down my Mage Armor and drawing The Stick

[Fouredged Sword]

Pippin shrugs.

"You wizards get up to all kinds of crazy stuff. All I know is that a bunch of peanut oil, beer, and eight whole chickens went into that work space within the last week, and that's just the stuff I know about. The crazy stuff you wizards make is your own business."

[Capt. Infinity]

"But what a glorious business it is!" Alistair exposits, also casting Mage Armour on himself. "I don't suppose you have any anti-food monster countermeasures in your possession that we should know about? Or maybe some tactics for dealing with this sort of thing? He asks Pippin, questioningly.

Casting Mage Armour, obviously :P.
Also, rolling diplomacy to see if Pippin can provide any further assistance: [roll0]

[TheEmperor]

Fumblemore shook his head, and said "Of all the damn things... Why in the bloody nine hells does some wizard think 'Oh, I wanna make something! I'd better make something that's immune to magic in a damn wizard's school, so that whenever something goes wrong, which is inevitable because I'm a wizard with no sense of right or wrong, it gets ten times worse to deal with!'"

It then occurred to him that this was the first bit of common sense he'd spoken in four years, which called for mental celebrations.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums shrugs.
They don't want other wizards breaking their things. Most wizards seem to be allergic to manual labor, like breaking things without magic.

Biggums, applying his relatively low Int and high Wisdom to make brilliant observations. Oh, and his low Charisma to make them in the most innocently offensive way possible.

[Fouredged Sword]

Pippin chuckles a bit at Alister. "I can do sandwiches? Seriously, I would help if I could. We have a really good procedure for dealing with this kind of thing. We gather a brave group of undergrads who have far too little sense of self preservation to fix it for us. The kitchen uniform is made of red fabric for a reason, your not going to see ME chasing after some wizard's grand idea."

[Farmerbink]

Pippin chuckles a bit at Alister. "I can do sandwiches? Seriously, I would help if I could. We have a really good procedure for dealing with this kind of thing. We gather a brave group of undergrads who have far too little sense of self preservation to fix it for us. The kitchen uniform is made of red fabric for a reason, your not going to see ME chasing after some wizard's grand idea."

Nisha turns to the cook, disbelief evident in her features. "You- you have a procedure.

.... Uh huh. Well, let's get it over with, shall we?" She hefts her musket, and moves to the door. Do our armored comrades care to lead in, and shall we go in guns blazing, or some more subtle route?

[TheEmperor]

Fumblemore shrugged in reply to Nisha's question, as he was currently checking if he'd actually remembered to memorize spells. Perhaps it was immune to magic, but it sure as hell wasn't immune to getting hit by summons.

"Well, why not both? The people who didn't min-max with their CON sc- I mean aren't tough go in the back, and concentrate on using the environment/summons from safety. And the others... well, do the thing that people do with guns and armor."

[Capt. Infinity]

"The Rat-Man speaks some sense!" Alistair agrees, stepping into position by the door, behind Nisha. "We'll bring up the rear and give support, if all else fails, I can swing out a thunderstone and take a couple swings at the big ball of evil, cheesy deliciousness. But until that point I'm expected you and Biggums to deal with the brunt of it." "So try not to die to fast okay? This hat isn't exactly structurally sound." Azure adds. "Hey! I don't hear you complaining come nap time." Alistair says. "Hey, I said it wasn't structurally sound, I didn't it wasn't the most comfortable and well-insulated piece of headwear ever made by Elven hands." Azure explains, ruffling the hat from within for good measure.

"Right, let's move on then. Shall we?" The Elf asks, gesturing towards the door.

[Vhaidara]

Biggums steps forward and opens the door with his usual solemnity.

[Farmerbink]

Nisha grips her musket, knuckles turning white, as anxiety threatens to overwhelm her calm and contained demeanor!

[TheEmperor]

Fumblemore, in an entirely unabashed move, stepped behind Biggums, as he prepared to go with the others into what he supposed was going to be a very stereotypical encounter. All the wizard tropes he'd encountered so far were incredibly cheesy.