The world after the demon war. (A ‘what if’ treasure adventure.)

[Holy-hunter]

It was a cold, still, star filled night. A slither of a moon offered little to no light. A gentle breeze whispered over the dry barren land that surrounded you. It had soft dead hills and was pocketed with small old craters otherwise remaining near flat and empty.

You were hardly surprised when half among you travelling with the caravan suddenly turned against the others. This is the world now, 20 years after the demon war. Honour and justice are but myths lost to the ages, no one is left to uphold them. The monsters are gone but their influence remains, creatures tainted by their blood roam desecrated lands. Demonic whispers reach desperate hearts, twisting and corrupting lost souls.

This appeared to be your last night alive. Out numbered, out matched, sprung upon by the very people who were supposed to be watching over you on guard.
Only by luck has a blade not been put through you yet. In the darkness you can make out the shadows of about four men walking the sleeping area, stabbing or clubbing indiscriminately at the occupied bed rolls.

You feel groggy, slow to react, but you did not drink that much last night.

Other people are also starting to stir to the noise, one shoots up in horror. You can’t make out who it is, nor do you get the time to look closer. Near as soon as they stood you hear the twang of crossbow strings followed by the whistles and thuds of multiple bolts hitting their chest sending them straight back down to the ground.

It is dark, the fire that sat in the middle of the sleeping travellers long extinguished. Carts and caravans form a wide circle around everyone, once intended to protect from the wind, now seeming like a prison with armed jailers standing upon. The six horses can still be heard just by an opening in the circle of vehicles. Memory puts a donkey at the other end.

This voyage started twenty people strong, who knows how many are left or even on your side.

[flame12]

As Orville wakes up, he tries to look around from where he lies, hoping to get a better idea of where the bolts came from while trying not to draw too much attention to himself as he desperately attempts to think of a plan to either take down these men or to get to the horses so he can escape into the shadows of the night.

[Holy-hunter]

Orville sees and hears very little in the colourless panic and commotion, sleep, confusion and the sudden onset of soft rain hindering his vision. He does hear the thudding of feet on the earth as more people wake and start to run for it, bustling into him as the pass. Then there’s the gargling cry of a dead man. Somewhere else the ring of steel on steel echoes out before a whiny of the horses now spooked breaks the silence people tried to hold. It erupted as one big thunderous commotion, escalating quickly. Shouts and cry’s ringing out into the still night in all directions. He could not make out the words but there was plenty of fear, confusion and anger along with grief stricken cry’s and pleading.

Somebody grabbed at his shoulder when passing. ”Quickly” an elderly male voice said, pulling Orville in the direction of the horses. Aiming just for the left of the gap made by the now rearing horses.

On top of the carriage you head towards a silhouette of a man holding and aiming a drawn crossbow can be seen. He doesn’t seem to fire upon anyone though.

[flame12]

Not having any better plan, Orville follows the elderly man's lead and makes a break for it. He sees the man on the carriage, but hopes he can run by undetected in the night rather than risk getting drawn into the fight he hears around him.

[Holy-hunter]

The man on the carriage is drawn to the same noise you are. A sudden thud of a body hitting the dirt and then the following sound of hooves as one of the horses runs free.
In the dim light you can see the fallen body getting back up, presumably thrown from the fleeing horse.
That left only five.
The figure on the carriage runs to the edge, shouting something incoherently as he does. Meanwhile another horse is freed from its restraints and gallops off with two figures huddled on its back.

A new cry emerges into the nights sky, one that is neither human nor beast, but something in between, and you suddenly realise why the crossbowman had stopped firing and was now trying to flee.

The shrill sharply punctuated clacking and gurgling sounds of the goblinoid language coming from a small horde of the feral creatures descended on the camp.
They were under attack, again.

[flame12]

Orville stops only for a moment at the sound of the approaching goblins before he breaks into a sprint, heading for the horses. He might have slipped away from a group of humans, but he didn't favor his chances against a group of goblins.

[Holy-hunter]

A small group had gathered at the rearing and neighing horses, about 8 at quick estimation. The crossbowman arrives just as you do. You see the flash of steel flicker in the moonlight as he approaches behind a woman who just untied a horse and was about to climb on it.
On the other side two people, one of them quite young, had awkwardly climbed onto a horse but were unable to reach the reigns.
At the third horse two people were trying to aid someone badly injured onto its tall back.
Then there was the last horse which people tried to keep clear of, its eyes were wide, nostrils flaring, white spittle dripped from its mouth. It kicked and bucked when ever touched, flicking its head around wildly.

All the horses were tied to one central stake by their reigns. None wore saddles although they were kept nearby.
Everyone was panicked and rushing, most only aware of the first threat, some knowing the truth. Either way it was chaotic.

[Continental Op]

Gydion woke up late, only coming awake as someone next to him was getting clubbed. Maybe he did indulge a bit too much of the mead that evening, but he quickly grabbed his weapons and backpack and rolled away from the group assaulting the sleepers. Luckily for him (except for his back), he had passed out in his armor. Gydion found cover under a carriage and stopped to try to fgiure out what was going on.

A brief assessment of the situation left Gydion disappointed, but not surprised. Not one to spend a lot of time contemplating his actions, Gydion quickly decided to escape from this turn of events. He crawled between the carriages and made his way to the horses, trying (not very successfully) to be quiet and not draw attention to himself. But maybe in the general chaos it was enough to avoid notice.

Arriving on the scene and seeing the scramble for the horses, Gydion is unsure what to do next. Competing with the small mob for a horse does not seem ideal, and he does not trust his horsemanship enough to approach the lone, wild horse.

[NiKkatsu]

Another man emerges from the flickering darkness and joins the group, out of breathe and covered in blood. Clad in leather armor dyed purple worn over a cotton shirt, the man bears a regal presence that immediately betrays his noble birth. In the one hand, he holds a curved dagger of remarkable craftsmanship, with a bone hilt carved in the shape of a raven's head. In the other hand, a large shield bearing the crest of house Nadaar: a rearing honey badger.
'Hell of a night, innit?' he asks, to no one in particular. 'What the hells happened out there?'
He notices the injured man and steps up towards him, chanting softly while clutching a silver pendant around his neck. A soft blue light surrounds his hand and he gently presses the hilt of his dagger to the man's wounds. As he does, the light seems to gently seep into him.
[roll0]
'Better than nothing. Should get him through the night, at least. Well... Shall we ride? Foul creat...'
He stops mid sentence as he notices the flash of steel.
'You there! Drop the weapon, now! There will be no more senseless killing tonight.'

[Holy-hunter]

Gydion saw the shadowy figures atop the carriages armed with crossbows turn inward and aim at the crew. He saw the man who must be their leader. Burin Drastof. A burly halforc. And Gydion saw the spear escape the shifting shadows in the distance and pierce Burin in the back, heralding the cries of charging goblins.
He also saw a lone man fighting back against his attackers armed only with a club. The conflict making them oblivious to the new coming threat. People were fleeing in all directions but most headed towards the horses.

At the horses, the bandit with the sword replied with a snarl.
”There need not be anymore killing if you all back away and let me take this ‘orse.” his sword was raised and at the ready.
The healed man and those aiding him are shocked and dumbfounded. In their disbelief they look nervous, uttering repeated thanks and praise as they all climb the horse.

[NiKkatsu]

Ghix points to Gideon and Orville: 'You two. You seem like capable men. Help me take down this thug while the others flee. We can save ourselves after that. I have no patience for brutes who would bully the weak.'
Barely finishing his sentence, he swiftlyy lunges towards the bandit, trying to catch him off guard. He pretends as though he would strike high on the left, but at the last moment pulls out some fancy footwork, a quick flick of the wrist, and brings down his blade to the right, aiming to sink his dagger between the man's ribs.
[roll0] if a hit [roll1]

[flame12]

Orville looks around at his name being called, and sees Ghix attacking one of the bandits. Figuring that trusting in a divine power as being better than trusting any mortal around him, Orville prepares to attack the bandit, hoping that whatever figure Ghix serves is at least paying some attention.

Pointing a single finger at the bandit, Orville smirks and says but a single word, "Burn."

Firing a flame bolt [roll0] to attack [roll1] damage if it hits

[Continental Op]

Gydion rushes up to the others, drawing his rapier and dagger as he goes. When he gets near the officious noble and the firestarter, he says in a low, but strained voice, "We do not have time for all of this, there are goblins attacking the caravan. I do not want to add to the chaos, but we all need to get out of here as fast as we can."

Gydion quickly looks at the would-be thug and points his sword at him. "You know about the goblins, don't you? You can either waste time fighting us or you can get a head start running."

Edit: That last part is assuming the thug is still alive, of course.

[Holy-hunter]

A mighty roar accents Gydion’s point as an ogre flips one of the carriages. The wounded bandit wastes no more time and begins fleeing into the night.
The woman who was already at the horse is now upon it, she looks to you but her eyes get caught on something behind you. The goblins are close. Fear takes her face and no words escape her trembling lip, she reaches out to help someone onto her horse but panic prevents her from committing to the action.
With her arms wrapped around its neck she kicks her heels into its flank. The beast didn’t need much persuasion to get going.

The awkward trio with the once injured man fashioned a rope harness and had slowly moved off, finding their rhythm and balance on the creature. “Run north.” One of the men called back to you.

The young couple on the other horse were still struggling to remove the horses binding, that held it to the pole.

A sudden ‘THWACK’ was followed by a sickly crunch and then a thud as a charging goblin got too close to the wild horse.
Another was behind, learning from the first it keeps a wide berth around the horse as it comes at you, it’s pointy stick waving menacingly in the air.

[NiKkatsu]

'Wise words. North it is! One of you (he addresses Gydion and Orville) should cut that rope to free the horse - I'll distract the goblin.' he sprints forward, putting away his melee weapons and drawing his crossbow instead. 'Stay away, you filthy beast!' he roars at the goblin while pretending to shoot at it. He hopes the menacing feint might scare them into hesitating, which could buy the man and his two new allies just the precious few seconds they need to get away...

Intimidate of 1d20+2

[NiKkatsu]

Oups... Typo
Here it is then: [roll0]

[flame12]

Not wasting any time, Orville rushes forward while drawing his dagger, slashing at the ropes to free the horse before turning to run North, cursing under his breath as he ran.

[Holy-hunter]

The lone goblin was easily intimidated and moved onto looting a nearby caravan until his reinforcements arrived, allowing you to escape unhindered.

You spend hours travelling through the dark of night, trying to put distance between yourselves and the horrific encounter behind you. The sounds of commotion eventually fade but carried on long after you left as not all got away. Around you the odd shadow appears in the far distance, other escapees and people fleeing, all scattered about. Shadowy forms raising and falling from sight as they travel across the soft rolling hills and through the harsh sudden craters.

In your group estimations there were at least 3 score of goblins, a handful of hobgoblins and definitely two ogres. The guttural howls and viscous barking let you know they had worgs too.

A sliver of light lines the horizon warning of the dawn about to come. The sky lightens but will still be dark for a little longer. You reach the ridge of a wide crater or small gulley and hear a muffled cry from down within.

”help, anyone!? Please.” Desperation, panic and fear cause the voice to tremble.
In the centre of this bowl you see a collapsed horse and can almost make out a figure beneath it. The entry walls are steep and filled with loose rocks, low leafless shrubbery and stubborn curling roots.

[Continental Op]

Gydion stops near the edge of the crater, shakes his head and sighs. He scans the way behind them, looking and especially listening for their pursuers as he removes the rope from his backpack.

Gydion's Perception check: [roll0]

[flame12]

Orville takes a look behind, watching to see if anything following them was close enough to be a concern, before moving to help Gydion securing the rope.


[roll0] Perception

[NiKkatsu]

Curious, Ghix looks down into the gully, on the lookout for obvious threats.
'Can you move?' he asks.
[roll0]

OoC: we terrible at looking xD

[Holy-hunter]

You are 50 ft away from the fallen horse which you can hear breathing heavily, it is half concealed by the low shrubbery and various jutting rocks. The incline is not so bad, slow movement will keep you upright otherwise an acrobatics check of 10 is needed to move over this difficult terrain unhindered.
(Clearly the horse failed)
Looking around you don’t see much, shadows continue to seemingly be dancing in the distance behind you.

You feel as though the sounds of howling worgs has not faded during your travels as much as you might like. They could be following you.

The woman continues to mutter pleas, fearing you might be enemies.

[Continental Op]

Gydion speaks loudly enough to carry into the crater, "Don't worry, we are going to help you." As he hands the rope to Orville, Gydion tells him, "It looks like I can make it down without too much trouble, but I may need help moving the horse. Please drop the rope down if I ask for it. And keep an eye out for those worgs?"

He smiles at both of his companions and hops over the edge, making his way down the rocky slope.

Acrobatics Check: [roll0]

[NiKkatsu]

'I shall surveil the road behind us. Call if you need help hoisting the rope.' Ghix turns his back to the gully, dagger in hand, shield held high. He mutters a short prayer under his breath, to calm his mind. How did things come to this? He was still baffled...

[flame12]

Taking the rope from Gydion, Orville silently nods. It feels weird to trust his back to a stranger, but after the cooperation the three were able to manage earlier, he is at least willing to focus on rescuing the person in the valley for now.

[Holy-hunter]

Luck can be a fickle thing, swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Deceptive in its design.

It came from beneath them, Gydion feeling it the worst. The tremble in the ground as the earth shook violently, trying to rob them of their feet.
(DC12 Acrobatics or fall prone)
If this did not cause reason for fear then you were either a fool or already dead.

From the sloping wall, in the space just above Gydion and beneath where Ghix and Orville stood, the ground burst open with a violent spray of rocks and debris scattering through the air.
(DC14 reflex save, disadvantage if prone
[roll0] damage, half if successful.)
A giant sharp toothed maw emerged through the cloud of dust and out of the new hole, snapping hungrily. The body of an enormous worm-like creature quickly followed, lifting its head high into the sky,
it was at least 15ft in the air with an unknown amount still underground. It’s body was nearly 5 foot wide with a hide covered in chitinous plates that were dark purple in hue.

As quick as it appeared, it coiled into a mass and lunged at the horse. The ground thundered once again. The worm, nearly consuming the horse whole, it reared back, the horse half hanging out of its mouth and slammed it back into the ground. The earth shook and the air roared as the creature continued with its thunderous burrowing once again, vanishing beneath the ground. The violent trembles slowly fading.

Dust and sand filled the air and everyone’s lungs, obscuring view. A serene silence followed as light began to touch the sky.

[NiKkatsu]

Acrobatics -> [roll0]
Reflex -> [roll1]

Ghix falls prone and is knocked unconscious by the debris...

[NiKkatsu]

Death save -> [roll0]

[flame12]

Orville barely managed to keep his footing, despite the sudden barrage of debris. Once the worm leaves, Orville notices that while he and Gydion are still standing, Ghix appears to be unconscious. Silently cursing his luck, Orville moves to try and keep Ghix alive, hoping he doesn't make it worse in the attempt.

[roll0] medicine to stabilize

[Holy-hunter]

As you huddle around and try to help the injured, the ground rumbles once again. Seems you can’t catch a break.
Then, suddenly, it is not there. Crumbling beneath you the earth vanished beneath your feet as a small hole opens up and you unavoidably fall into the worms cavern. But it doesn’t stop there. You tumble down pushed by an avalanche of sand as more ground gives way and more tunnels open up. It feels like it goes on forever, your momentum carried on by sand or collapsing tunnels until finally your tumbling journey ends.


The cold hard uneven flooring meets you. You have landed on hundreds or thousands of small solid hard disks. Coins.
You have fallen into what can only be described as a dragons lair. Beside the vast horde of glowing treasure sitting before and beneath you, the giant bones of a deceased dragon curling around it defensively is a definite giveaway.
Large blank empty eye sockets stare down judgmentally at you.

Coins, coins of all colour and size make up the vast majority of the treasure that you sit on, growing in size and towering before you. Gold and platinum are the dominating force amongst them. It’s a wealth like you couldn’t even imagine. It’s captivating, it’s surreal. There is probably more gold here then even a king would ever own. Silver chalice’s set with moonstones. Blue, black, yellow and even star sapphires litter the hoard along with emeralds, rubies and opals. You spot a comb, a painting and other lavish items. A a long steel handle protrudes the pile, it’s head, what ever it may be, deeply buried in the treasure.

Beside you in a small clearing of treasure lays some crumpled clothing and a forgotten long wooden staff encased in iron and inscribed with magical sigils and runes.

If you manage to look away you will see a small wooden table off to the side, away from all the treasure, situated between two simple wooden seats. Along the walls where it sits are tall overflowing bookshelves. Upon the table is a dragonchess set mid game, two gold cups set with emeralds, and the only light source in here. A quartz Statuette of a Goddess of Good wreathed in Blue Continual Flame

To the side of the table is a smaller, seemingly more significant pile of treasure spilling out of an opened chest.

Beyond the bookcases further around the cavernous wall a wide dark alcove works to conceal the long alchemical work station within it. Potions of various colours and consistency fill box after box. Ingredients and jars line the shelves chiseled out of the wall above. Decanters, mortars and all manner of tools lay scattered about.

One more alcove completes the room.
This one is deeper than the others. Almost another room onto itself absent of any light.

[Continental Op]

Gydion slowly gets up amid the pile of coins, and starts when he sees the skeleton of the dragon. Looking around, he says in wonder, "By all that is holy..."

In a daze, Gydion picks up a large star sapphire and holds it up to catch the light. It is then that he notices the blue flame coming from the statue, and comes to his senses a little. "Is anyone else seeing this? Orville? Ghix?"

[flame12]

"I'm here. Any idea where we are?" while answering, Orville takes a quick look around the room and sees what looks like a healing solution in a thin glass vial. He races over to it and brings it back to Ghix, checking to see if he still breathes before feeding him the solution (if he is still breathing of course).

[Holy-hunter]

It was easy enough to spot a red potion. The red liquid glimmered in the vial when agitated. It looked as good as any healing potion you had heard of or seen before although you have no way of knowing the strength of it.

What Orville was aware of was Ghix’s broken ribs.
Broken ribs
Whenever you attempt an action in combat, you must make a DC 10 Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, you lose your action and can't use reactions until the start of your next turn. Magical healing of 6th level or higher, such as heal and regenerate, cure the injury, or if you spend ten days doing nothing but resting, it will heal naturally.

This potion seamed to fix up that injury good though, only time would tell if his soul had already passed.

Everyone one is pretty sure there will be magic items here.
Notable places to search is the obvious gold pile, the alchemy workshop, the specific pile beside the chess game, the bookshelves and lastly the side room.
Identifying any magic items could be a trickier challenge.

Also, while it might not be on your mind right now, leaving could be difficult. Your entry point is a 10ft vertical hole at least 10ft off the ground.

[Continental Op]

Once Gydion turns to see Orville kneeling next to the prone Ghix, he comes over to help, sliding a little on the pile of coins. "Sorry, I had no idea Ghix was injured. That was quick thinking with that healing potion."

He looks to see if Ghix is waking up. "This must be an ancient dragon horde, but I have never even heard legends of something so huge." If Ghix's eyes open, Gydion asks him, "Can you stand? We can help you up. You need to see all of this."

[NiKkatsu]

Ghix's eyes open and he lets out a wheeze. His breathe is raspy and labored and as soon as he shifts a sharp pain allows him to notice that he has broken a couple ribs... He asks weakly: 'Where-where are we?'
He looks around, as to answer his own question, and almost has a heart attack when he sees the dragon. He sighs a heavy sigh of relief when he understands it's dead...
'I'll take you up on that offer to help me stand, please. Good to see you're both alive and well lads. I almost felt my soul leaving my body...'

He'll then slowly walk towards the iron staff thinking a walking stick would be perfect right about now...

[Holy-hunter]

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Picking up the long wooden stick encased in iron and etched with runes, Ghix instantly feels a sense of power emanating from within it. It feels as though a static electrical charge has filled his hand and runs up his arm.
The sensation soon fades but you know it was there.

((Knowledge arcane to know more.))

[flame12]

Orville let's out a heavy sigh of relief as Ghix awakens. While he hadn't gotten to know him well yet, he'd hate to see either of these two seriously hurt after what they went through already. Looking over to the bones of the dragon, Orville can't help but feel a sharp pain in his heart, the possibility of meeting a true dragon extinguished by whatever slew this once majestic being.

"Oh, what sights this you must have seen, to grow so old." he whispers under his breath, before truly looking around at the horde. While he had never really wanted amazing wealth from his adventure, Orville is nonetheless shocked by the sheer volume of gold presented here. Following behind Ghix and Gideon, Orville takes note of the staff and decides to take a closer look at it as Ghix begins to walk with it.

[roll0] knowledge arcane

[Holy-hunter]

While Orville can’t tell too much at a glance, he is familiar enough with the arcane to understand that those runes would probably offer more to someone who utilised magic. (A wizard, warlock or sorcerer.)

[Continental Op]

Gydion nods at the staff and says, "Nice find. I think there will be plenty of magical items in here. In fact I think I saw a hilt..." And Gydion goes towards the long steel handle he saw earlier in the pile of coins.

On his way, Gydion says, "We should get down to business, gents. Who knows how long we will be alone here. I say we split up and grab what we can, and divide it later. I'll start here, if you two feel up to checking the other areas." Gydion then draws out the weapon he hopes to find at the end of the steel handle sticking out of the coin pile.

[NiKkatsu]

'Works for me. I'll go to the unlit alcove over there.' He casts light on the tip of his staff and walks slowly towards the darker part to inspect it. 'Let's reunite here in a bit and compare what we've found.' He adds while walking away.

[flame12]

Orville nods, taking a quick look through the potions for more healing solutions before heading to the open chest to search for anything obviously magical.

[Holy-hunter]

Gydion nods at the staff and says, "Nice find. I think there will be plenty of magical items in here. In fact I think I saw a hilt..." And Gydion goes towards the long steel handle he saw earlier in the pile of coins.

On his way, Gydion says, "We should get down to business, gents. Who knows how long we will be alone here. I say we split up and grab what we can, and divide it later. I'll start here, if you two feel up to checking the other areas." Gydion then draws out the weapon he hopes to find at the end of the steel handle sticking out of the coin pile.
It may not have been what he was hoping for. It was difficult to pull the weapon free from the weight of so many coins. It was a large heavy steel war hammer. But from his vantage amongst the pile, he sees so many more trinkets. ((Roll Perception))


'Works for me. I'll go to the unlit alcove over there.' He casts light on the tip of his staff and walks slowly towards the darker part to inspect it. 'Let's reunite here in a bit and compare what we've found.' He adds while walking away.
He found a room. A bedroom or armoury. Magically carved out of the stone, sleeping bunks supporting straw mattresses line the walls. Four in total.
Beside each one is an armour stand and a solid chest.
Dark menacing plate mail with an insidious looking helm stands out the most.
Next in line is some sturdy splint, gleaming brightly untouched by dust with a dazzling helm set with rubies diamonds and opals. The next one holds some sleek dark stained studded leather while the last stand is home to some interesting looking hide armour.
At the end of the room are a few barrels and boxes but what catches your attention is the solid flat 4ft tall rectangle covered by a sheet and bound with cord. In the bottom corner where it is not completely covered, your light flickers reflected back at you.



Orville nods, taking a quick look through the potions for more healing solutions before heading to the open chest to search for anything obviously magical.

Orville easily finds another six similar looking potions of the same type of vial.
In and around the opened chest you see, amongst more coins, A Silver plated steel longsword with jet set in the hilt,
A Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems, An odd ink contraption (Tattoo gun.)
Four mystery potion vials. One is of crimson liquid regularly pulsing with dull light, calling to mind a heartbeat. The second appears empty, the third is of a transparent liquid and appears to have floating in it a sliver of a fingernail. The fourth potion flask contains a grey alchemical ooze. It has A bottle stopper cork embossed with gold leaf and set with amethysts,
Theres a silver and gold brooch, 2 x Black sapphires
A Silk Gown threaded with Silver, Platinum Dice (pair) set with Sardonyx, A Leopard Fur Sash.
On the table beside the chess game and the statue of magical fire was a headband of fine light golden cord with a small gem set in the centre.
Elsewhere on the floor alone sat a small bag, seemingly empty.

[Continental Op]

"Hmmm," Gydion mutters, as he examines the warhammer. "Can either of you tell if an item is magical?" He sets the weapon aside from the pile, and then starts looking around himself in earnest for anything that may be magical or especially expensive.

[roll0]

[Holy-hunter]

"Hmmm," Gydion mutters, as he examines the warhammer. "Can either of you tell if an item is magical?" He sets the weapon aside from the pile, and then starts looking around himself in earnest for anything that may be magical or especially expensive.

[roll0]

You find.
An elegant golden horse statue.
Four metal tubes the length of a hand individually capped and bound together. Something rolls around inside.
A potion of syrupy liquid that looks like liquefied iron. Another potion with a clipped nail in it.
The bronze rim of a shield, pulling it free from coins and gems reveals that the front of this shield is shaped in the likeness of an angry face. It feels sturdier and lighter than its appearance.
Elsewhere your eyes catch the gleam of glowing red beads hanging from a golden chained necklace.
A gemmed silver crown etched with the pattern of scales.

[NiKkatsu]

Ghix eyes the splint and plate armors... they are definitely attractive, but he probably couldn't walk around properly in either of those... the studded leather also looks interesting, but a little too dark for his taste. He decides, since they aren't in a rush, to try on the hide armor.
While removing his own armor, he replies to his allie's query: 'I could. But we'd need to rest so I can pray for the proper magic. Depends how long we want to stick around here, I suppose.'

Once the armor is donned, he will take a look at the... mirror? Most likely, judging by the glint he catches reflecting upon it from his light spell.

[flame12]

Orville shakes his head at the question. "I have some study of magical items, but unfortunately my own spells can't really tell us anything directly." he replies, taking the potions and storing them on his person for now.

Orville takes a closer look at the bag, wondering what something so ordinary would be doing here, but also figuring it would be handy for storing some if the coins from the piles.

[Continental Op]

"Well, we can try to stay here overnight. But let's grab what we can first, just in case. That giant wyrm could burrow down here any time."

Gydion fits as much as he can in his backpack, securing the four metal tubes and the potion within. Next is the crown, the necklace with red beads, and the horse statute (assuming it is not too large). Gydion also fits some of the gems and platinum coins in his backpack. Pausing a second, he grabs a handful of gold coins, as well, just in case. Finally, Gydion lifts the shield, and says loudly to the others, "Hey, I have a shield here that seems of excellent quality. Light and sturdy. I don't typically use them, myself. Not sure I like the angry face on it, anyway."

Edit: "Oh, and Ghix, I have a warhammer here you may be interested in." He tries hefting the warhammer and shield together, just out of curiosity.

When he finishes, Gydion's plan is to compare notes with the other two and see if they have found anything interesting.

[Holy-hunter]

Ghix eyes the splint and plate armors... they are definitely attractive, but he probably couldn't walk around properly in either of those... the studded leather also looks interesting, but a little too dark for his taste. He decides, since they aren't in a rush, to try on the hide armor.
While removing his own armor, he replies to his allie's query: 'I could. But we'd need to rest so I can pray for the proper magic. Depends how long we want to stick around here, I suppose.'

Once the armor is donned, he will take a look at the... mirror? Most likely, judging by the glint he catches reflecting upon it from his light spell.

The first thing he noticed about the hide armour is its quick release straps and buckles. Making the furs easier to don and doff than most others. You do feel a presence, a sense of magic, as soon as the mixed furs are securely wrapped around you. It is comprised of various animals, some of which you don’t recognise.
Since donning it you swear you hear a dog nearby but as you look around you don’t see anything.
As you pull the cover off the mirror to inspect yourself in this new primitive armour make a cha save



Gydion fits as much as he can in his backpack, securing the four metal tubes and the potion within. Next is the crown, the necklace with red beads, and the horse statute (assuming it is not too large). Gydion also fits some of the gems and platinum coins in his backpack. Pausing a second, he grabs a handful of gold coins, as well, just in case. Finally, Gydion lifts the shield, and says loudly to the others, "Hey, I have a shield here that seems of excellent quality. Light and sturdy. I don't typically use them, myself. Not sure I like the angry face on it, anyway."


Without realising it, Gydion changed the facial expression of the shield to one he would more prefer. Those that looked over wouldn’t see the angry expression he talked of.

[flame12]

[roll0] investigation

[NiKkatsu]

Charisma save is [roll0]

[Holy-hunter]

[roll0] investigation

The bag was light, it felt empty, when you opened it you could not see anything in it. If you drop something in there, the weight of the bag does not change.
It is suspicious though in the way it was seemingly discarded away from the table, left on the floor alone.



Charisma save is [roll0]

For a moment your gaze is captured by the mirror, a mist floating up around your reflection, it invaded the periphery of your vision. Something... something wrong was happening, but luckily you managed to shake it off and resist it.
There is magic to that mirror, no doubt.
As you look at it you can see the faint image of creatures in it.

[NiKkatsu]

Ghix did not like this mirror one bit... So he covered it back up and walked back to the other man: 'warhammer's are a bit inelegant, but the shield I could use.' Then, with a somber tone he adds: 'Be careful: there seems to be some sort of cursed mirror over there...'
Speaking of mirror, although he still felt a strange unease at what he saw in it, he thought that this primitive armor looked good on him - oh! Of course he'd need to do adjustments with his tailor, perhaps dye the hide, and definitely clean the furs, but he felt it was a good look, very different from his usual one.
Then his mind went to the strange feeling he had when he donned the thing in the first place: 'have any of you seen a dog? I... I think I heard one...'
He felt overwhelmed by everything around him...

[Holy-hunter]

Ghix
While searching or thinking upon the dog and the hide, a word comes to mind, a name. It slips off your tongue. Savage and wild was it.
A spirit of the furs comes forth as you cast ‘faithful hound’.
Although it was more of a dire wolf than a hound.
It eyes you suspiciously, heckles raised. It takes about an hour of engaging with the invisible creature for it to accept you as its new master. (Attune to the item)

Once per a long rest you can cast ‘faithful hound’
While active the armor looses its magical bonus to AC.

[flame12]

Orville decides to fill the bag with some coins before moving on. Taking a look at the way the armor tests on Ghix, Orville decides to try on the gown he found earlier. Armor had never been his thing, but a new look never hurt.

[Holy-hunter]

Orville decides to fill the bag with some coins before moving on. Taking a look at the way the armor tests on Ghix, Orville decides to try on the gown he found earlier. Armor had never been his thing, but a new look never hurt.

... [roll0]

Orville The silk gown was light and smooth, feeling like liquid upon your skin, truly unlike anything you had ever seen or worn before. You can’t be sure, but it’s seemingly of excellent quality and high craftsmanship. You imagine only the richest nobility would own something like this.

[Continental Op]

Gydion turns to Ghix, hands him the shield, and asks,"Say, that armor looks nice. Is there more in that alcove? Can I borrow your light to check it out? And has anyone seen a sword or dagger around here I can use?"

[NiKkatsu]

Gydion turns to Ghix, hands him the shield, and asks,"Say, that armor looks nice. Is there more in that alcove? Can I borrow your light to check it out? And has anyone seen a sword or dagger around here I can use?"

Feeling more comfortable on his feet after drinking the potion, with his breathe being less labored, too, Ghix nods at Gideon and hands him the runic staff, still light by his spell, in exchange for the shield. He points: 'Over there, in the alcove, there are a few sets of armor left. But, as I said before, beware of the mirror! I've covered it, so it'd be better to keep it that way...'

He whistles at Orville, impressed: 'Looking amazing in that gown. Fits you to a t. Do you feel any of it's magic? I found concentrating on my armor allowed me to bind with it's spirit... Maybe try something similar?'

[flame12]

"I didn't notice anything, but maybe it just needs more time?"Orville looks down at the gown and closes his eyes, trying to feel if there is any magic within the garment.

[Continental Op]

"Thanks," Gydion nods and takes the staff. Leaving the warhammer on the floor, he heads to the recessed room Ghix explored. Once there, he eyes the draped mirror suspiciously, before examining the armors on display. Gydion chooses to try on the dark studded leather.

As he is putting on the new armor, he yells to the next room, "Hey, there are in beds here, if we want to try to sleep. And Ghix, did you check any of these chests?"

Once he is strapped in, Gydion moves around and tries to get the feel of the armor. He also does a couple of dance/acrobatic maneuvers, to judge how restricting it is. Gydion then looks closely at the chest nearest to where the studded leather was displayed. He is not expecting any traps, but even his short life has taught him to be (somewhat) careful. Unless the chest is locked, he then opens it.

[NiKkatsu]

'Nope. Didn't check the chests.' the nobleman replies distractedly. He has equipped the shield now, draws his dagger and practices forms focused on parrying and rapidly attacking with the curved blade, all the while trying to figure out if the protective item holds any magic of it's own...

[Holy-hunter]

"Thanks," Gydion nods and takes the staff. Leaving the warhammer on the floor, he heads to the recessed room Ghix explored. Once there, he eyes the draped mirror suspiciously, before examining the armors on display. Gydion chooses to try on the dark studded leather.

As he is putting on the new armor, he yells to the next room, "Hey, there are in beds here, if we want to try to sleep. And Ghix, did you check any of these chests?"

Once he is strapped in, Gydion moves around and tries to get the feel of the armor. He also does a couple of dance/acrobatic maneuvers, to judge how restricting it is. Gydion then looks closely at the chest nearest to where the studded leather was displayed. He is not expecting any traps, but even his short life has taught him to be (somewhat) careful. Unless the chest is locked, he then opens it.

The chests are not locked, it seems that who ever resided with the dragon thought they had enough security. The studded leather is sturdy, it’s defence reinforced by magic. (+1) and it seems to draw shadows to itself granting advantage to stealth in dim light or darkness. (Requires Attunement)


"I didn't notice anything, but maybe it just needs more time?"Orville looks down at the gown and closes his eyes, trying to feel if there is any magic within the garment.

The gown was fine but as you concentrate on it or study its intricate silver trimmings you get no hint of a hidden magical nature.


'Nope. Didn't check the chests.' the nobleman replies distractedly. He has equipped the shield now, draws his dagger and practices forms focused on parrying and rapidly attacking with the curved blade, all the while trying to figure out if the protective item holds any magic of it's own...

+1 shield. Requires Attunement. You can change the facial expression with an action. Grants advantage to cha saving throws.

((I’ll do a seperate post soon for the 4 chests))

[Holy-hunter]

Time passes easily as you are enamoured in wonder and mystery, here in this cave, this forgotten lair nothing marks the passage of it. No light from above reaching in.

Soon you find yourself with the contents of the four chests spread before you.

There a few potions of varying shades of red. A vial of a milky liquid that smells strongly of alcohol.
Some ring mail of curious metal over a light, bright leather.
A sleek slim simple yet fine scimitar, an etching of an hourglass in the blade just above the hilt.
A shortsword that clearly radiates with magic. An almost blue glow to the blade and hilt.
A lot of varying sling bullets.
Some scrolls. One the cleric realises as a scroll of protection against fiends. The other, strangely enough, everyone notices is a speak to animals spell. (Anyone can cast it.)
A leather bound journal written in Draconic that explains about the mirror of life trapping.
A potion flask containing a grey alchemical ooze.
Some ale soaked braces. (They do not dry out)
And a book. The Ketusostr Apocrypha:
This modest tome is written in blood and bound in stained glass plates

[flame12]

Orville tries to hide how disheartened he is that the gown is not magical, and for once in his life regrets not spending more time learning to fight in armor. Before he can get to lost in thought, he takes a look at the journal written in draconic and begins to skim it, trying to see if there is anything useful to the current situation within the pages.

Orville takes a look over at Gydion, and asks, "mind if I hold the light for a while? I think there might be more magic to that staff, and I haven't really found much else here that I know how to use in a fight."

[NiKkatsu]

Ghix grabs a few potions, roughly a third of them, and the scroll of protection. He then sits next to his newly found comrade and peruses the scary looking book...
'Anything in particular you lads want in these?' he asks.

[Holy-hunter]

Orville tries to hide how disheartened he is that the gown is not magical, and for once in his life regrets not spending more time learning to fight in armor. Before he can get to lost in thought, he takes a look at the journal written in draconic and begins to skim it, trying to see if there is anything useful to the current situation within the pages.

Orville takes a look over at Gydion, and asks, "mind if I hold the light for a while? I think there might be more magic to that staff, and I haven't really found much else here that I know how to use in a fight."

It functions as a +2 quarter staff.

The book written in Draconic is the beginnings of a journal. It details the magic mirror explaining what the author learned about it and little else. The authors writing is incredibly messy.
He was excited and curious, his jotted down thoughts erratic. There is a lot of arcane jargon on planner magic, theories of divination and complex calculations. You do manage to learn the following.
If the mirror is hanging on a vertical surface and you are within 5 feet of it, you can use an action to speak its Command word and activate it. It remains activated until you use an action to speak the Command word again.

Any creature other than you that sees its reflection in the activated mirror while within 30 feet of it must succeed on a DC 15 Charisma saving throw or be trapped, along with anything it is wearing or carrying, in one of the mirror's twelve extradimensional cells. This saving throw is made with advantage if the creature knows the mirror's Nature, and Constructs succeed on the saving throw automatically.

An extradimensional cell is an infinite expanse filled with thick fog that reduces Visibility to 10 feet. Creatures trapped in the mirror's cells don't age, and they don't need to eat, drink, or sleep. A creature trapped within a cell can Escape using magic that permits planar Travel. Otherwise, the creature is confined to the cell until freed.

While within 5 feet of the mirror, you can use an action to speak the name of one creature trapped in it or call out a particular cell by number. The creature named or contained in the named cell appears as an image on the mirror's surface. You and the creature can then communicate normally.

In a similar way, you can use an action to speak a second Command word and free one creature trapped in the mirror. The freed creature appears, along with its possessions, in the unoccupied space nearest to the mirror and facing away from it.


Ghix grabs a few potions, roughly a third of them, and the scroll of protection. He then sits next to his newly found comrade and peruses the scary looking book...
'Anything in particular you lads want in these?' he asks.

You skim over some pages and realise it will probably requires about 32 hours over a minimum of 4 days to finish. It seems to have non specific info on dragon kind and their history, language and communication with the world.

[flame12]

After learning what the mirror is, Orville feels sick. He turns to the others and begins to explain. "I think you two need to know what I found out about the mirror. According to this journal, it's a portable prison. It tries to capture anyone who looks into it, and has multiple cells. If anyone is stuck in there..." he trails off, not wanting to put into words how tragic such a fate would be for anyone who was in there, trapped indefinitely.

[NiKkatsu]

'Perhaps it's wrong of me to think so, but I feel like this mirror could help restore order in our land... There are certain unlawful figures who would benefit greatly from being imprisoned for a while... Maybe we should bring it along - if we find a way to get out of here in the first place. Any ideas, lads?'

[Continental Op]

After he handed the staff to Orville, Gydion tested the blade of the scimitar. Though not very skillful with it, Gydion liked the look of the blade and tried to find its balance. He then set it down and unsheathed the short sword, doing some quick (and more skillful) thrusts and parries with the (glowing?) blade.


Gydion shakes his head at the explanation of the mirror, and turns to Ghix. "It would be difficult to carry, I expect, if we could even get it out of here." Answering his question, Gydion poses one of his own, "By thunder, you didn't see anyone in it, did you, Ghix? Do you think someone could still be trapped in there? We could learn a lot!" He pauses, "Oh, but we would need their name, wouldn't we? Imagine being stuck in there..nameless forever..."

[Holy-hunter]

The mirror is currently active but you all now know the words to deactivate it, to view a cell and release a prisoner.

The scimitar, simple yet elegant in its design with its thin razor sharp edged blade glides through the air effortlessly and with speed. It’s ornate magic strengthening its attack. (+2) you feel if you were more familiar and practiced with it, (attuned) that you could get off an extra attack with it. (Bonus action attack)

The shortsword, while not quite having the elegant grace of the scimitar, held an obvious stronger magic. It wanted to attune to its wielded and guide their hand, be it offensive or defensive.
This sword, when properly attuned, would read your intention and focus its (+3) magic on either offence or defence.

[perception checks from all please.]

[flame12]

After he handed the staff to Orville, Gydion tested the blade of the scimitar. Though not very skillful with it, Gydion liked the look of the blade and tried to find its balance. He then set it down and unsheathed the short sword, doing some quick (and more skillful) thrusts and parries with the (glowing?) blade.


Gydion shakes his head at the explanation of the mirror, and turns to Ghix. "It would be difficult to carry, I expect, if we could even get it out of here." Answering his question, Gydion poses one of his own, "By thunder, you didn't see anyone in it, did you, Ghix? Do you think someone could still be trapped in there? We could learn a lot!" He pauses, "Oh, but we would need their name, wouldn't we? Imagine being stuck in there..nameless forever..."

"We could always just go through the cells in order and check them. There isn't too many in that mirror." Orville suggests.

[roll0] perception

[Continental Op]

"Oh, great. Should we do that, then? If anyone is in the mirror, they should probably be let out...But I guess we should be careful about it."

Perception Check: [roll0]

[Holy-hunter]

Gydion’s ears pick up a sound. At first he is not certain but as he focuses on it, it becomes undeniable.
A whimper of laboured desperate breaths coming from the hole above. The trickle of sand and small rocks rolling and falling.
Someone scared and injured is in the tunnel you fell through. And they are trying to be silent.

Somewhere beyond that, even further away the faint echoes of excited goblin chatter and growling worgs draws nearer.

[Continental Op]

Gydion starts and looks up at the hole. He whispers, "Do you hear that? Sounds like someone is coming. And the wargs are not far behind." He quickly buckles on his new-found short sword. "Has everyone found weapons? Is there anything else we can use around here to defend ourselves?"

[NiKkatsu]

Ghix was about to answer Gideon's question about the mirror when the man interrupts him with a new one and starts gearing up. The now-savage looking noble didn't hear a thing - nor did he find a suitable weapon - but he understood that their pursuers must've catched up to them. He decided to quickly throw on the ale soaked bracers, hoping their magic would be useful. Then, he quickly packed the tome he had been reading into his backpack and then fit as much gold and gems as he could in there, too.
'We should look for an entrance or a door of sorts, an easily defensible bottle neck. I believe my new companion could be of much use to us if we did...'

[Continental Op]

Gideon nods to Ghix, and quietly grabs some of the potions, the speak to animals scroll, and the strange ring mail. He whispers "Well, we could try the alcove with the mirror. It is a bottleneck of sorts..." He pauses before continuing, "And if necessary, I guess we can use the mirror as extra defense."

[Holy-hunter]

The whimpering sounds don’t draw nearer. In fact they stay in place and you realise who ever is in the tunnel above probably can’t see. It’s possible they are trying to hide from the goblins.
You could call out to them but you might also alert the search party of your location.

[flame12]

Orville nods. "The mirror is a good idea ya. Hopefully it has a lot of space available still." Orville twirls the new staff, getting a feel for the balance while the group figures out where exactly to take this fight.

[NiKkatsu]

The team had a plan - a solid one. Ghix says: 'everyone, draw your ranged weapons. Be ready to move to the alcove.' He took a deep breathe, then: 'I can hear you. Follow my voice... I think the goblins are coming. We may be your only chance to survive right now. My newfound allies and I are sturdy - we can stand our ground. Show yourself, now.'
He knew his voice may have alered the goblins, too..
He waited, listening.

[Holy-hunter]

There was a brief pause, the breathing stopped.
”It, it’s you again isn’t it? From the horses. Where are you?”
The weak words were followed by a half sigh, half sob or relief and you could hear the rustling of rocks and debris nearing the hole. ”I, I see the light.” Suddenly, following a small shower of sand, a pale face pops over the edge of the hole, only just visible in the dim shifting light. It was the last you protected from the bandit earlier. The one that got stuck under a horse.

”Uh, it’s a bit of a drop... the goblins are coming, they are not far away. she stares down at the floor below, not yet realising what it is that she would be dropping onto.

[Continental Op]

Gydion sighs softly to himself before saying to the others, "If this doesn't go well, you can use a potion to heal me, right?" With a wry smirk, he moves to the middle of the hole, and says to the person above, "Don't worry, I can catch you and we have some magical healing. Just drop down!"

[Holy-hunter]

The half elven woman proved athletic enough to at least fall gracefully and with feet first. Gydion catch attempt wasn’t perfect but he still assisted and nobody got hurt.

For a small while the woman frantic, explaining that monsters where on her trail and how she had seen them taking the fleeing survivors back to the camp alive. Then she noticed the wealth that she stood amongst. A barrage of emotions fleeted across her face, one rolling into the next in quick succession.

The sound of an alerting growl and the scampering of many feet drew her from her daze.

A sudden still silence creates an eerie pause. A soft sniffing can be heard. Then suddenly the red peering eyes begin to appear in the darkness just before the hole in the ceiling erupts with creatures. Birthing them down onto the gold pile below.
Goblins rain from the sky, hanging and dropping in from the edges. Some hitting the ground hard others awkwardly falling down and rolling down the gold pile.
Two worgs effortlessly leap down into the centre, malicious eyes searching hungrily for prey. One of them wears a rider on its back, an unusual goblin that stands out from the others, skin and eyes redder. Features somehow different but unidentifiable in the commotion.

G1[roll0][roll1]
G2[roll2][roll3]
G3[roll4][roll5]
G4[roll6][roll7]
G5[roll8][roll9]
G6[roll10][roll11]
(Below 10 and they take falling damage
Below 5 they fall prone)

Your turn!

[NiKkatsu]

Ghix doesn't lose a moment and runs towards the alcove - having something at their back at least means they won't be surrounded. And, as suggested, the mirror may come in handy, especially with that fiery-eyed rider... 'Retreat, now - as we planned!'

three options:
- If Ghix can reach the alcove this round, he'll go there and cast his faithful hound before him. He'll give the password to his allies when they approach to be sure they aren't attacked (password us Unity in Order - the new motto of his house)
- If Ghix can reach the alcove this round with a double move he will use his action to dash instead
- If Ghix can't reach the alcove even with a double move, then he'll take a single move action towards the alcove and aim a shot at the worg rider [roll0] for [roll1] damage with his crossbow

[Holy-hunter]

Ghix reaches the large alcove and casts the spell.
No one can tell what he has just done.
Ghix however can see a fierce wolf growling and snarling at the goblins, clearly aware who the enemy is.

[flame12]

Orville follows close behind, leading the other half elf with him. He speaks in elvish to the newcomer "Get behind the mirror in the alcove but do not look at it, the curse might draw you in."
Once he is there, he turns to cast a firebolt at the nearest goblin.

[roll0] to hit
[roll1] damage

[Continental Op]

After helping (or at least trying to help) the lady down, Gydion whispered, "Can you stand? We need to get over to that alcove." Seeing that Orville was ready to help her, Gydion picked up the warhammer and any other weapons he could quickly grab and took them to the alcove. The extra weapons he deposited on one of the beds, out of the way. If he had time, he moved the mirror so that, as a last resort, the party could all fit behind it, but he did not uncover it. He then readied his shortbow and took a position just inside the alcove.


When the goblins and wargs arrive, Gydion notices the redder goblin on the warg's back. Figuring this one as the leader, Gydion looses an arrow at the creature.

Shortbow attack: [roll0] and damage: [roll1]

[Holy-hunter]

Shrill cry’s erupt from the goblins as they charge forth or let fly pointy arrows. Attacking like a swarm they are upon you.

G1 Bow and arrow at Gydion[roll0] [roll1]
G2 Bow and arrow at Orville[roll2] [roll3]
G3 (3) gets up from prone and moves forward
G4 Charges with a scimitar attack against Orville
[roll4] [roll5]
G5 (1) Charges with a scimitar attack against Ghix
[roll6] [roll7]
G6 Charges with a scimitar attack against Gydion
[roll8] [roll9]

The worgs snarl and survey the battle, nearing in behind the goblins. The rider opens and drops a saddle bag releasing two large rats scurrying towards you.

All except for Ghix are witness to a goblin suddenly screaming as blood spurted from its shoulder and neck. Then, as its bones crunched and cracked it became magically airborne, thrashed around in the air violently and was finally flung back to the gold pile. Only Ghix saw the phantom hound that attacked the goblin before him.

[NiKkatsu]

The scimitar slashes at Ghix and - although barely - strikes true. The man, staying close to his ghostly wolf, dons his newfound shield, which is still displaying the menacing face, and draws his dagger, ready to face the next round of attacks...

(Btw, I equipped those ale soaked bracers just before the fight started! Do they do anything or since I'm not attuned yet I can't benefit from their magic?)

[flame12]

Orville moved to the side, spraying his hands forward while chanting quietly "Melt away you monsters!"

burning hands attack with
dex save 13
[roll0] damage or half on successfully save

[Continental Op]

With the goblin in his face, Gydion drops his bow and unsheathes both of his new swords. With a flourish, he tries to spear the goblin with the tip of his glowing short sword:

Short sword attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

And then follow it up with an upward slice from the scimitar:

Scimitar attack: [roll2]
Damage:[roll3]

[Holy-hunter]

Gydion was proving to struggle with these new weapons.
Unable to strike the goblin attacking at him maniacally.

Orville managed to catch two goblins in his spell, they both fell with chilling screams, their lit clothing still smouldering away offering a rancid smell and more light.

The chaos of battle ensues.

The archers turn their attention to what they believe to be a powerful mage.
G1 Bow and arrow at Ghix
[roll0][roll1]
G2 Bow and arrow at Ghix
[roll2][roll3]
G6 Continues his attack against Gydion
[roll4][roll5]
Rat 1+2 scurry after the half elf
[roll6] 1damage
[roll7] 1damage
Worg1 leaps at Orville with a vicious snarl.
[roll8][roll9] dc13 athletics or fall prone
Worg rider takes note of the treasure and decides to leave.
The large worg jumping into the hole above, scratching at the edges until it eventually manages to pull itself up.

The phantom dog attacks G6
[roll10]