"It probably won't hurt to take a look at the area around the gate."

"An be right at t'e metal door, convenient."

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 730):

"I guess you could let Broak here heft the crowbar. He is pretty strong. So we are going down to that glowing circle in the air that looks on the sea of bones?"

In reply to Charlene Le Poire (msg # 731):

"I thought he already had it. Yes, it appears so Charlene."

In reply to Clarence Montague (msg # 732):

"Whoops! Sorry big guy, I missed you picking that up. We ready to go boss?"

"Unless anyone has something else they need, we should be good to go."

In reply to Nodwin Zideqick (msg # 734):

"Ready here."

Mario slings his staff alongside his pack, flexes his previously injured knee, and touches the fletching of the single arrow in his primary quiver, then that of the two in the new quiver.

"Ready any time."

In reply to Mario Crowfoot (msg # 736):

You proceed down the wooden ladder into the basement area that annexes the large room leading to the gate.

"Still got's bodies stacked up out here like cordwoord, t'ey probably ain' zombies this point, never can be too cautious though" he says as he unbars the basement door.

"Do we need to worry about those bone jumper things we met before?  Or are these bodies still too fresh for them?"

In reply to Mario Crowfoot (msg # 739):

"Not sure, might be best to clear these out all the same..."

"T'e ghoula need clean bone-on-bone action.  T'ese stiffs got way to much meat on 'em to be makin t'e bone connection for ghoula."

Jareth cracks open the door and checks the tunnel for any movement.

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 741):

There is a faint scraping noise from the direction of the bodies.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 742):

Clarence holds the light out in that direction.

In reply to Clarence Montague (msg # 743):

A spiny dog sized rodent is worrying one of the bodies. It is covered in quills over a foot long.

That doesn't look pleasant at all...  She concentrates




[Private to GM: 19:18, Today: Jocelyn Lemru rolled 8 using 3d6.  Flame Jet - 3 Points.
19:18, Today: Jocelyn Lemru rolled 11 using 3d6.  Flame Damage.]

Jareth shoves the basement door completely open and steps back and out the way.

Mario steps forward for a clear shot, then raises his bow, draws and nocks an arrow, and releases, all in the space of a single breath.

[Private to GM: 05:21, Today: Mario Crowfoot rolled 5 using 3d6.  Fast Draw (arrow) (15).  Crit?  Any effect?
05:22, Today: Mario Crowfoot rolled 6 using 3d6.  Bow -1 to nock and draw in no time (16-1).
05:26, Today: Mario Crowfoot rolled 10 using 3d6.  Bow (16 + Acc 3 - 3 Vitals) .
05:27, Today: Mario Crowfoot rolled 7 using 1d6+1.  Damage (imp) .]

In reply to Mario Crowfoot (msg # 747):

The flames and the arrow strike simultaneously...and the flaming rat vomits blood and collapses.

"Don't touch it, unless you have very thick gloves or are immune to poison."

Jareth looks more thoroughly into the catchment corridor.  Specifically to see how the rat got into the gated corridor.

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 749):

Clarence just illuminates the situation...as well as he can.

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 749):

Would the spines be of use to us as weapons? She approaches the creature cautiously to examine it more closely. Then mumbles and makes some movements as if to pull something.



[Private to GM: 11:34, Today: Jocelyn Lemru rolled 11 using 3d6.  Apportation. Made it by 2.  She attempts to pull a single quill out, thinking it might make an interesting addition to winged knife. ]
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In reply to Jocelyn Lemru (msg # 751):

Clarence offers his leather gloves to any who ask.

"...cant hold light and investigate at the same time..." he mumbles.

"I can't poison my regular arrows.  There's only the one, and there's no way to get to the head while it's still in the quiver.  For the silver ones, I don't know if poison would help for anything that can't be harmed by a regular arrow.

"Not to mention, I have, once or twice, nicked myself with an arrow while loading or firing it -- that's annoying, generally, but I'd rather not have my hand swell up and fall off next time it happens."

He looks at the quill(s) Jocelyn is extracting (magically?).  "How many of those would it take to poison an arrowhead, anyway?"