Post by K Man on Mar 17, 2005 10:06:56 GMT -5
([cringe] Spore damage?[/cringe])
{Jeez...forgetful aren't I? Since we're out of combat, I'll just total up the rolls. 7 rounds @ d4 round = 15 Damage.}
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Krysta, Girud, Mordrock, Galdren, Hero, Caelith, Callian and Garor - Garor uses his clerical powers to close wounds and heal the injured. [Cure Roll = 16]
As Girud places his helm on the table and begins to wipe himself clean of the demonic gore still dripping from his skin, you take inventory. Nearly every Bar-Lgura in this room carried a weapon of demonic note. An axe with a screaming face in the blade, a sword etched with ebony veins that seem to pulsate - all evil in appearance and probably design.
In the room you're currently in, similar to an armory, there are two ways out of here. One leads back the way you came, the other is a door set in the East wall. There is currently no noise or movement from behind that door.
Aside from the demonic weaponry, there is little of value here in the armory.
In the previous room, similar to the barracks you might have seen at Ravenshead, you spot the chest from earlier. Mordrock takes his time, inspecting it from all angles. He finally, after about a half an hour of "hmmming" and "hawwing", he states simply.
"Is trapped"
With that said, he look about cautiously and sits down before the chest, ready to disarm the trap. He works with no tools, only pulling fine wires and small levers out with the tips of his fingernails. Each of you holds your breath, perhaps stands back a bit as he makes a few more gestures and pulls the lid open.
[Disarm Roll = 11, Poison Needle Attack Roll = 31, Damage = 2, No Ref. Save causes it's not something to avoid except with AC
] Nothing seems to happen, but as soon as the lid is open, Mordrock yelps.
"OWWW!"
He shakes his hand, specifically his finger, and puts pressure on it as though pricked by a needle.
[Fort. Save = 11] Mordrock's eyes roll back into his head, and his mouth begins to foam like a rabid dog. With a few shudders of seizure, his body goes flaccid and he collapses to the ground. A thin trickle of phlegm begins to pool beneath his limp head. The poison was very effective...
Mordrock is dying. (-2)
A quick glimpse and you spot what was so heavily guarded in the chest - a scroll tube and a pile of gold, gems and platinum...
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Romar - You continue to make your way through the tunnel, certain you are headed in a direction you have not been before...however, it is puzzling the direction you are walking. If you had to guess, you are a few dozen feet away from the other cave you saw earlier, when you made the choice to head left.
Perhaps this is a large semi-circle?
Before you have time to think, the heat that is ambient in the cave air begins intense, followed by deeply booming words that seem puncuated with sparks - like a talking campfire.
[glow=darkred,5,300]Speak the reason of your tresspass...[/glow]
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Yuri - You swell up mental energy again, throwing it in the direction you believe your enemy to be. [Ranged Touch Attack = 9, 50% miss chance, Fail] The bolt again bounces off some nearby rock - harmlessly.
The ooze returns the pathetic attacks. [Attack Rolls = 20, 18, 24] All are misses.
For a moment you think the ooze is reforming from the sounds of its bulk being pushed through the cavern, but you realize it is shifting away from you. Perhaps it has grown tired of trying to hit and consume something it cannot...or perhaps it has a new target.
Whatever the reason, the result is the same...it's leaving...
[Initiative: Yuri, the Black Pudding Modules.]
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