Yesil the barbarian plainswoman, practicing her stoic arts, had contributed little to the reforming of the party but watched all with a practiced eye. With all the changes in the personnel sorted, for the time being, it was a very different group that made ready for the next fray to the moathouse.

Arek and Ronalt being the only two of the original party, Arek the unofficial leader.  The dwarf had earned her trust, while Ronalt had come recommended by Jaroo her only real friend in this ‘civilised’ world.  Her suspicion of the elven witch Tindoome Uurraumo motives tempered by the contribution she had made to the battles of the day before. At least a bit….

Amoungst the newcomers, Rolf and Kalador clearly felt they had already proven their worth.  Yesil, knew how close a fight it had been.  Without their diversion the party may have succumbed to the onslaughts of the dark forces arrayed against them. Orcs being one of their traditional enemies, the plainswoman instinctively mistrusted the half-orc. Such creatures, usually being the offspring of violence, were shunned in her clan. At best they could gain a grudging respect through feat of arms. Time would tell....

Newest to the group, the half-elf Iviana, exuded a confidence that promised much, though she too wielded the dark arts so abhorrent to the plainswoman.  The human on the other hand, Gwythe, seemed almost cowed in comparison. Hopefully Arek could instill some backbone in him before things got too tough...

Leaving the village, she was aware that there was a shift in attitude from the villagers.  They no longer seemed afraid of the group, more curious. The civilized world it seemed had a short memory.

Moving off into the countryside she and Ronalt formed the usual vanguard.  Their scouting skills well tuned to the environment.  The trail, by now, was so familiar that it took little time to reach the moathouse.  Gaining their usual vantage point they could see the ruins of the moathouse beyond with little fear of observation. The place seemed deserted, but then it always did.

If Elmo was to be believed, the going should be easier, the key players either dead or gone. With such a new-formed group this would be welcome.  Strategies could be developed in relative safety.  If however this was wrong they could be in for a tough time.
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Tindoome kept mostly to the center of the traveling party, she shot a curios glance at the newcomer now and again. She was a half elf, witch had always bin a strange concept for Tindoome. Some elfs considered such to be the same as Half orcs for humans, but hers was one of a more curiuse nature not being prone to prejudice

Although she could not quiet getup the nerve to say anything, fearing that she would probably blur out something considered an insult. As the Mote house came into view she spoke a silent prayer and looked around carefully despite her self

She was warring her usual traveling clothing except for a new finely made cloak that she wore with some pride, it being the first trophy of her adventuring carrier. She would not openly admit it but she was quiet proud of the accomplishment. The cloak its self was a deep blue almost black with a large hood for rainy days

Her red robes had bin cleaned and mended, those that paid close attention could notice the addition of fine stitching along the pockets edge with something like silver thread. She carried little ells choosing to transport most of her possessions in several well positioned pockets

Rolf walked in front, scouting, bow at the ready. The ugly man had a careful, quiet gait that seemed at odds with his appearance and strength.

"Should we walk right in the front?" he asked the others.

Gwythe walks quietly through the forest, glancing from side to side and keeping a careful watch on both the other members of the party and their surroundings. Occasionally he dips his free hand into his pocket, pulling out a piece of food for the walk.

As they stop to look at the moat house he crouches down to keep himself below the horizon. "Where did you enter it last time you were here?"

"We got two choices," Arek grumbled. Th' front or th' back. Front's been blocked so I 'ear, but no' 'nough t' stop us."
Reports from Elmo's diversionary group had told them that the bandits, or whoever they really were, had blocked the main doors with whatever rubble they could cobble together into a defence.
"Th' back, th' way we last wen' in, should b' open."
"We go in tha' way."
There. The choice had been made. There seemed little point in struggling to remove rubble just to gain access to an area they already knew the layout of. The group would enter by the "escape" passage and clear the complex from there.

Yesil grunted in affirmation, squinting at the place.  "They will have set ferocious guard."  Ferocious. She liked that word and the way it rolled off her tongue.

"Be ready."  And so saying she fitted one of the short spears she carried into the little bone half-tube, threading its leather cord just so around her finger.

Kalador followed behind the others. He could sense the distrust some of the party felt for him. Kalador knew this distrust stemmed from the fact he was half orc. These feelings of distrust no longer bothered him since there was nothing he could do about his parentage. It wasn't like he could rip out the orc half and make himself completely human, anymore than he could rip out his human half and make himself completely orc.

  As he neared the moathouse, Kalador drew his enchanted longsword and mentally prepared himself for a fight. He wondered if there'd be any money to be had this time. Kalador agreed with Arek's decision to go in the backway again. No sense in wasting time taking away rubble. That would just give the enemy the time they needed to bolster their defences. It was time that Kalador didn't want to give them. He stood awaiting Arek's orders.

Seeing the others prepare Tindoome did so to, rolling back her hood witch she had drawn up to prevent the mornings mist to settle on her hair, and pulling back her sleeves to make casting easy and ensure she would not get caught on anything.

She checked her magical shielding and smiled a bit proudly as it was still in place and in full strength. With that all finished she nodded her readiness to Arek

Ronalt was quiet, he had nearly died here only a day ago and he was walking right back in again. ~the warrior which cut him down, specialised in his craft. Ronalt needed to find him and best him. His ego pushed for it to be so. Prove himself else he would not gain his bride. This was his burden to bear.~

As they moved towards the rear entrance his eyes scanned for trouble.

The party moved around to the rear entrance, known to the previous 'visitors'.  Approaching the site they saw that little had changed, though there seemed to be more crows around than they remembered.

Two bugbear guards were visible though they did not look particularly alert.  One even did not react when a crow landed on its shoulder....

Tindoome observes the two less then watchful guards as she whispers low enugh for those around her to hear but careful not to be loud "A Couple of arrows should be good enough, I would not like to waste magic on these sorry figures. Although if you would preferred stealth I could put them to sleep"

Signaling the others to be quiet and keep out of sight, Rolf circles around and creeps in along rise above the entrance for a closer look at the guards.

Ronalt frowns and whispers, "Cheeky buggers have put dead guards out on duty."
"I wonder if the crow will pull the bugbears eye out?"
Glancing at Arek, "Might they be zombies?"

Gwythe looks at the guards carefully, taking in their weapons and position. "Whoever is in charge here now, is not the smartest. They're guarding his secret entranceway, which makes it no longer secret, but plain for all to see. As long as we can prevent them getting into the tunnel, they won't be able to be heard from the moathouse."

He slides one of his daggers out of its sheath, wiping the blade on his leg on both sides and sliding it back in before reaching for his club and crouching down to watch Ronalt.

[Private to GM: These guys weren't here when I was here right? I know there were bugbears here, but these guys are new?]

Tindoome listens to Ronalt and watches as Rolf moves off. "Well the attack was not so long ago for the corpses to have rotten to much so I suppose that could be true. But that also means that somebody in there is strong enough in magic to raise the dead, witch means their numbers are not as depleted as we taught" She whispers to the two leaders keeping her voice just loud enough to be herd

Kalador crouched down by Ronalt and looked at the guards. The thought of bugbear zombies was almost amusing. He thought, bugbears weren't that bright when they were alive, how dumb might they be as members of the undead? Kaldor whispered,"I don't care for the looks of this. Why put two dead guards out to protect the entrance? Even if they're zombies, there's only two of them. We could take care of them easily. What sort of protection is that? There has to be something more substantial."

Iviana nods her agreement with the elf, giving Ronalt a questioning look.  "You said the priest working with them was `dispatched', right?  Priests who can actually raise the dead aren't exactly an electrum a dozen.  I'd guess they're either dead or heavy sleepers."  She looks over to where Rolf disappeared, and shrugs.  "But I suppose he'll either stir them up or get a better look."

Yesil clucked her tongue.  How quickly everyone went to the idea of the undead when there was nothing to indicate such, only a guard who did not move when a carrion bird landed upon him.

"Which of us move most quietly?"  The plainswoman asked while scanned the ground from the targets of their scrutiny to the area closer to the party itself.

"Someone should go close," she concluded with a certain nod.  "No trouble to see if one is dead or not dead then, but no sense to make plans for powerful magics and undead if none there."


"Should take care of them quiet, though."

Kalador smiled as he quietly placed his longsword away. He then removed a dagger from his right thigh scabbard. He said,"I'll do it." He went forward still crouched down so as to make himself as little noticed as possible. Once he is close enough, he'll slash the throat of the first bugbear guard.

Ronalt shrugged, he wished to see what his new companions were made of and the gaining of the entrance would suit such a test.
Stringing his new bow he knocked an arrow ready to assist should the assaulter need  help.

"Bah!" The sound almost exploded from his mouth in disgust.
"Wha' 're y' all? Children?"
A few dead bodies propped up on stakes wasn't going to slow him down! So what if they were undead, raised from the grave by necromancy? Didn't they know Arek was doing the bidding of Claggendin Silverbeard himself?
"Git movin' th' lot o' ya. Nothin' t' worry 'bout ere." These young'un's obviously needed a bit of prodding.
Sighing heavily, the old dwarf stepped forward in full view of the dead bugbears.
Pausing briefly after half a dozen steps, Arek called back over his shoulder, "Well, come on then, or y' need an old dwarf t' check un'er y' bed fer y' too?"
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Gwythe starts in surprise as the dwarf steps into view and calls out to the bugbears. He moves his club to his left hand and slides one of his throwing knives out of his vest, holding it ready, but not yet breaking cover. "Mad. They're all mad." he mutters under his breath.
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As Kalador neared the first bugbear, he realized that they were already dead. He stood back up and replaced the dagger into its sheath. Then, he once again drew his enchanted long sword and prepared to follow Arek. He thought, well that was a waste of time, but that's what the enemy wanted. For us to waste our time with these dead guards.

Arek's confidence in confronting the bugbears appeared well founded. Neither monster moved though the crows that were gathered around moved off a few feet. As they neared the bodies it became apparent that they were just plain dead.

There were no new guards posted...

"See, Arek grumbled as he poked a dead bugbear with the butt of his slingstaff.
"Nothin' t' worry about. Ronalt propp't i' up yest'day."
Strange how the ranger had forgotten his own actions, but that was understandable since he'd been very close to dead recently.
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Tindoome stands up from behind the bush she was crouching behind near Iviana, her face is slightly red as she brushes her robes straight "Yes, of course " There is a pause in her voice as she strides over to the dwarf looking at him "I remember that, I was just testing, seeing how the new additions react" Caugh Yes Her cheeks are a bit rozy as she looks about

Gwythe slides his dagger back into its sheath and then steps forward to the entranceway. He crouches down near the entrance, looking into it, and then if it is clear, steps inside, waiting in the dim light for his eyes to adjust. "Any other dead bodies you've left propped up waiting for us?"

Iviana almost chokes at the revelation, but controls herself, and gives Ronalt a straight-faced nod.  "Well.  Evidently, you did a good job."

Ronalt shook his head in mild disgust the ruse had been blown, "Thanks Arek, so much for seeing how the new recruits would react. You blew it nicely."

He grinned to Iviana, "I try." and followed the dwarf in.

Ronalt's ruse, or excuse, had run its course and the party made ready to enter the tunnel. The way ahead looked the same as before... dark. The humans amongst the party knowing they would need light to be effective. Even those with the ability to 'see' in the dark, would benefit from the extra detail a light source would bring. Of course, it negated any possibility of surprise.

OOC: time to give the magic user a lantern...

[Private to Gwythe: Gwythe thought the bodies might have been those of some of the bugbear females, though he had never been attracted to them. As he gazed on the corpses, he noticed that the bodies as well as being pecked by the crows had been gnawed by some larger creature.]

"Light alerts more than it reveals. I say I scout ahead in the darkness, otherwise enter with a light and I'll bring up the rear." Rolf says.

Kalador nodded and quietly said,"I agree with Rolf. My eyesight is pretty good in the dark. I could scout ahead if Arek thinks it best?"

"Well, g' on then!" Arek shooed the half orc forward.
"Don' go wastin' m' time ou' 'ere gabbin' 'bout it!"
The staffsling poked out towards Kalador, prodding him forward into the darkness.
"An' you lot git ready ta' follow. Oo's got th' lanterns?"

Tindoome planed to stay in the middle of the group she shut her eyes for a while and opened them again as they entered trying to adjust to the darkness faster. She did not have any weapons in hand and followed silently as the others pressed forward. Although with all the heavily armored people they did not seam stealthy to her

Kalador smiled at the dwarf and said,"Right then Arek." He started down the tunnel with his sword at the ready. Kalador felt fortunate to have infravision in situations like this. He kept looking all around for one never knew from what direction the enemy may strike from.

Iviana frowns slightly, but stays quiet as Kalador starts in.  To Arek's question as to who has a lantern, she shakes her head slightly, but whispers, "If it is needful, however, shedding light into darkness is among Lydia's specialties."

"Aye, th'll prob'bly b' 'andy."
Arek could have done that himself, but the drawback of such spells was their limited duration. A lantern, even a couple of torches, were far better in his opinion.

Rolf takes the lead with Kalador. "Try to be at least a little quiet, OK?" he tells the half-orc, as he moves slowly, checking for tripwires, pits, deadfalls and that sort of thing.

Gwythe watches the first two pass him into the cave, and then joins the others as they follow along behind. He swings his club nervously as they walk deeper into the darkness, looking from side to side into the shadows.

Ronalt lights a lantern before entering the darkness.
His new blade drawn ready for use.

The group moves off into the gloom and quickly made their way to the first flight of stairs. By this point the light level is low enough that the humans welcome the light form Ronalt's lantern. Rolf and Kalador push ahead up towards the junction leading to the battle seen from yesterday.

 [Private to Kalador; Rolf the Strong: Reaching the junction is dark in both directions. Immediately ahead is a battered down door with a corridor heading north west and one to their right which has a flight of stairs blocking their veiw after about fifteen feet. Little noise can be heard and most of this from behind.  There is nothing to suggest any danger ahead.]

"Ahead, right or split up?" Rolf asks Kalador.

Tindoome glances at the orc and raises an eyebrow at the mention of silting up but she dos not comment instead she looks around, taking notice of the bodies and blood that was left behind and looking for any signs that they were disturbed after their departure

Kalador' voice echoes a bit as they consider options.

[Private to Kalador; Rolf the Strong: Hey guys just realised there is a dead body just before the stairs to the right. He may have been a magic user judging by his garb.]

"Right corridor. Lets return to the battle scene and see what has happened since we left. There was a doorway there we hadn't explored." Ronalt offered as a suggestion.

Gwythe looks down the corridor to the right. "If you killed things down this way, then I say we go down and look. Goblins, humans would take from the bodies, other things would eat them."

He taps his club on the wall, pointing in that direction. "If we go down there we will soon know if anything remains."

Kalador looked at the options and said,"Let's head to the right." He will start to the right and will step over the body when he comes to it. He figured if the corpse was that of a magic user, the chances of him having anything useful, were slim and none. At least as far as he was concerned, maybe someone else would think otherwise.

"I'll check the body." Rolf says, and he puts up the bow, draws his short sword, and checks the body for traps before he searches it.

Kalador heads up the passageway to the right followed by Rolf who delays long enough to make sure the mage is not over endowed with goodies. Moving north, they reach the stairs and cautiously climb.  Still dark ahead Rolf's vision is suffering though the half-orc manages fine.  Ahead he can make out a pile of bodies, just before the corridor turns to the west.

[Private to Kalador: Possibly gnolls but it is not clear from this distance. You can just make out the sound of someone muttering to themselves from up ahead, but not the words.]
[Private to Rolf the Strong: You find a couple of plain daggers and a spell book but no cash on the mage. Someone or something has tried a few mouthfuls of mage as you see some bite marks on his arm.]

Further back the main group reach the junction and can see a dead mage and the scouts ahead.

Gwythe looks down the corridor after Rolf and Kalador. "We shouldn't be spread out like this. If anything attacks them..."

"Then shuffle up lad."
Essentially they had only two choices, leave the scouts to do their buisness without the rest of them clanking about, knocking into walls and generally attracting attention, or close up with them and almost guarentee detection.
Arek knew what he prefered.... Sneaking about just wasn't his thing.

Ronalt moves up behind the scouts, his steps quieter than his companions.
The lantern illuminates the corpses.

Kalador walks forward slowly and will try to listen to the talk up ahead. He gripped the hilt of his enchanted sword a bit tighter and will make ready to fight the possible gnolls.[Private to DM: Does Rolf hear the muttering voices as well as Kalador?]
[Private to Kalador: No, he does not.]
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Tindoome seams much more at easy then she was the last time, perhaps the fact that she has a full allotment of spells about her self once again is calming to the young elf. But what ever it is she seams a lot more self secure

Kalador will lightly touch Rolf as a warning that he hears something up ahead. If it's gnolls, he hoped it wasn't more than he and Rolf could handle till the rest showed up.

Rolf takes a spellbook off the mage's body, and two daggers, before continuing on.

As Kalador touches his arm Rold nods, once again readying the shortbow and creeping forward.

Ronalt drops his cloak over the lantern to hide some of the light when he sees Rolf and Kalador react

The others close up as Rolf and Kalador tense for what is ahead.  Whatever it is it is in darkness beyond the corner and is currently unaware of their presence judging by the muttering and occasional sounds of things being moved around.

Those that were here the time before realise that the noises are coming from the area where the main fight took place.

Tindoome closes her eyes for a moment and pats Arek on the shoulder to whisper to him almost putting her lips to his ear. "If there are enough of them  to be a problem give me a sign and I can probably take out more then one with a spell, but getting the jump on them would help" She motions to one of the forward scouts to come near when they look back

Kalador leans against the wall. He then will take a look around the corner. Kalador wanted to have some idea of what they were up against rather than just running headlong into danger.

Rolf waits to see what the half-orc sees, not wanting to risk both of them being spotted.

Skirting past the dead gnolls, Kalador moves off quietly towards the corner and cautiously looks around. The sounds from beyond do not change making unlikely he had been detected.

[Private to Kalador: Ahead you see two large creatures working over the bodies of the fallen. Their low guttural voices seem to be comparing their finds with each other. Though most of the words cannot be understood, "fat" and "joocee" seem to figure largely in their vocabulary.

From his experience, he knows they are not ogres if anything they are taller, more wiry and ceratinly more agile.  His infravision cannot detect colour but their skin looks rubbery and large warts and swellings can be seen.

Even as he watches one takes a bite out of one of the human corpses.]
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Gwythe crouches down beside the rest of the group, holding his club in his left hand and sliding a throwing dagger out into his right. He shifts his weight on his feet slightly, waiting anxiously for the creature to be revealed.

[Private to GM: Do the noises sound like anything I recognise? A previous inhabitant?]
[Private to Gwythe: From Arek: No, I do not beleive there were any. The "roster" in the other game should be able to tell you for sure.]
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"Wha's go'in on up there?" Arek grumbled quietly, shifting from foot to foot. His age was beginning to effect his ability to stand about in one place for long period while wearing heavy armour. At his advanced years, any waiting about was a wasted opportunity to put his feet up by stream.
"Come on! Don' kee' i' t' yerself!"

Even though he was half orc, the sight of whatever the creatures were eating the human corpses, was disgusting to Kalador. He turned to Rolf and held up two fingers to indicate the number of creatures they faced. He will proceed towards the creatures as quietly as he can, sword at the ready.

Kalador rounded the corner and disappears from sight, but not sound. Almost immediately there is was a voice that said "loook fressh meat! While unable to identify the voice, there was no doubt that it did not belong to Kalador

[Private to Kalador: The two creatures turn at you approach and the larger of the two says "loook fressh meat!]

OOC: I'm owe you all a map and will get you one by Wednesday...

Location in the dungeon (dead bodies omitted)



Close up....



[Private to Kalador: and now the bad news....



]

Tindoome occasionally glances behind her self, just to check that nothing is coming up the corridors. As she hears the voice the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and she waits for the others to move closer staying in her position in the walking line, as she pulls a dagger from her bracer

Ronalt closes ranks with Rolf near the corner, sword in hand, he lets the cloak drop away from the lantern to give more light into the passage ahead.
~they had returned to the killing ground of the previous day.~

Kalador replied,"I'm not fresh meat you stinking beast." He then will rush forward and swing his sword at the chest of the nearest creature.

Kalador rolled a 7 using a d100.

Gwythe stares openly at the creature, his throwing dagger held loosely at his side. "What on earth?"

As Kalador rushes forward to attack he takes a couple of steps forward and then watches the battle unfold, a look of fascination on his face.

Rolf rounds the corner, bow at the ready to pincushion Mr. hungry.

Kalador disappears from view his claim to be no one lunch being put to the test. Rolf rounded the corner, his sudden oath audible to all.  Ronalt and Gwythe closed up but only to see what is happening and remained in the main corridor.

The sound of battle is now familiar to all, Kalador's sword clanging off the flagged floor and Rolf's bow audible as he loosed an arrow at whatever was wanting to eat the half-orc. Suddenly Kalardor screams in pain....

and again though this time his desperate scream is cut short.

[Private to Kalador: dmg: claw for 8, bite for 10 puts you at -2 I think...]

[Private to Rolf the Strong: only one shot this round as it was combined with movement.  two next round if you decide to remain with a ranged weapon....]

[Private to Gwythe; John; Kalador; Robin; Rolf the Strong; Ronalt de Gault:

In the main chamber where Lareth died yesterday were two large warty, leathery skinned monsters.  Even as those not involved watched, Kalador was hit by one, it's claws raking him cruelly.  Then living up to its promise its head darted forward and bite a huge chunk out of the half-orc's arm. His blood spewed from a severed artery spraying him and the creature as the teeth dig in deeper.

The second creature starts to rise from it's feast on the dead, eying the half-orc greedily until an arrow embeds itself in the leathery arm. Snarling it pulls this out and turns to face the archer. Even as it did so the wound seemed to close over and heal.

And this is what you see:

]
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Ronalt moves swiftly forward to stand near Kalador. Hopefully shielding Rolf so he can continue his archery.
His longsword darts out to slash at the foe only to bound away without doing harm.

OCC: hit AC 11. (Rolled a 4)
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Tindoome came to the bend in the corner and looked over the unfolding scean picking out the details and wondering what her best corse of action might be "Arek I think these are perhaps more your specialty" She could not fling a spell as she could get her own people in the line and all her other magic was useless right now

Arek followed along but stayed back out of the fighters way.
"Trolls!" he spat before setting aside his sling staff.
Nine feet or more tall, their heads brushed the ceiling above. The unmoving form of Kalador hung limply from one of the creatures maw, it's viciously claws hands reaching up to rend the half orc into gobble sized chunks.
"Fire! Acid! Whatever you've got!" he shouted instructions to those behind before turning back to the front.
"Cut 'em to pieces. Save tha lad!"
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Gwythe looks at Arek in confusion for a second, and then turns and looks at the two creatures, his face still blank. He drops to one knee and fires his dagger at the creature attacking Kalador.

01:45, Today: Gwythe rolled 20 using 1d20. throw dagger.
Heh. Not bad for my first roll :)
01:50, Today: Gwythe rolled 1 using 1d3. damage dagger (vs large).
Meh, not so good for my second. 2 damage

"Oh, dear," Iviana says, making it into something of a battlecry as she unhinges her walking stick.  Running forward, she gets it whipped around in a good arc as she joins Ronalt in attacking.

[Private to GM: I don't have my book handy, and I don't seem to have things like her THAC0 noted on her sheet - I'll have to fix that later.  If I remember right, Specialization in 1st Edition did a +1 to each To-Hit and Damage, which would give her totals of 14 to hit and 10 damage if that does.]

Sure it was a mistake not to simply run away as fast as his feet will carry him, and sliding back slightly toward the corner to keep as much distance between him and the monsters as he can get and still have a shot, Rolf continues to fire his bow at the front troll, hoping these do gooders were better fighters than they looked to be.

The battle quickly takes shape with the melee fighters to the fore. Ronalt as is his want charges in closely followed by Yesil and Iviana. They attack with varying degrees of success only the barbarian hitting the fell beast in front of Kalador.

Behind them the missile attacks are launched. Backing away, Rolf's first arrow goes awry but his second strikes home on the monster in front of Ronalt.  This is quickly followed by a dagger from Gwythe.  The beasts however seems hardly phased by these attacks, already the wound from the first arrow from Rolf has healed and these new injuries are closing as the watch.

The trolls, for Arek is correct in his identification, are not slow to respond.  The one Yesil fights, which seems a bit smaller than the other one, is not small when it comes to dealing damage.  The barbarian is hit twice with raking claws opening gashes in her leather armour and flesh.  Blood runs freely from the wounds as she gasps in pain.

The other concentrates on Ronalt, a swipe of its clawed hand opens a gash on his arm, quickly followed by a bite on the shoulder from the creature's filthy jaw. The troll roars with laughter as he pulls back blood running down his chin.

On the floor beside Yesil, the half-orc lies still his life force oozing out the terrible wounds.

[Private to Yesil: claw attacks for 6 and 8]
[Private to Ronalt de Gault: claw for 8 bite for 9]

Tindoome carefully positions her spell focusing all her efforts on getting it of in the right position picturing the room in her mind, and the position of each individual. She begins casting the spell taking several small leaves out of a pocked she holds them in her hand speaking the arcane words of the spell Guruthos galvorn aen!

[Private to GM:   Cast stinking cloud so that the 20ft cube effects only the line of the trolls not that of the other PCs  ]

Gwythe pulls another dagger from his jerkin, holding it in his right hand, his club still dangling from his left. He doesn't throw but glances back down the corridor from where they have come, turning back to the fight to wait for an opening.

Ronalt curses as the troll chewed upon him. "feral spawn of a rabid dog." twisting and slashing he hewed into the troll determined to make it pay dearly for its meal.

Ronalt R2 Att 1 19 hit AC-1 Damage 12
Ronalt R2 Att 2 18 hit AC 0 Damage 10

"Hold them off a moment," Iviana calls, and drops into a crouch next to the Thief.  Not bothering to check first to see if there's life yet in him, she rests a hand down on his bloody wounds, and closes her eyes for a moment.

"Light of Lydia, guide him back to us," she prays, hoping he's still tied close enough to come back.

[Private to GM: Rolled a 3 for Cure Light Wounds...]

Rolf stays silent, concentrating on putting arrows in the closest troll, thinking that if he can do enough damage to slow their regeneration the fighters can finish them.

"Keep at 'em," Arek encouraged as he moved behind Yesil. Claws and teeth had left vicious wounds in the barbarians body and without urgent assistance she would surely fall.
"Tha's it lad, it's nearly done fer!"
Two massive blows from Ronalt staggered the beast, almost felling it as he hacked into it's lower torso.
"Finish i' off girl."
Arek had been suprised at the elvin womans rush towards the fight. She'd not seemed the type before now.
His feet brought him to a halt at his destination and he began a quick battle prayer.
"Y b' all right lass," he finished off, his hand briefly resting on Yesils back as his chant concluded.
[Private to Yesil: Cure light wounds: 2 points. I've updated your character sheet for you.]

Iviana manges to extricate herself and cast a heal on Kalador. His condition immediately improves as the bleeding stops. Barely conscious however there is little he can do other than crawl away from the fight. Ronalt's ferocious attack almost brings his enemy down, added by an arrow from Rolf.  Yesil switches her attack at Arek's instigation but misses the blow that would have downed the fell monster.

Tindo's spell goes into effect and the results are immediate.  Both monsters start to choke and wretch, the badly wounded one totally incapacitated.  The other one barges its way past the fighters, throwing them off balance, heading down the corridor. Only to stop short of Gwythe where it proceeds to bring up most of its snack. Bits of putrid flesh combined with fresh blood and parts of half-orc spatter the floor

"Ivy, finish it!" Arek yelled his directive to the elf woman. One quick sword strike should keep it down for a minute, just long enough to dispatch it with fire.
"e'ryone else, 'ave at th' o'er one!"
Tindo's spell was far more effective than any of them could possibly have hoped but the one who'd escaped the sinking cloud of vapours wouldn't be inhibited much longer.
[Private to GM: To hit: 7 - miss]
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Stepping to the side so as to have a clear line at the fleeing monster Tindoome points her hand and shouts at the beast Naur aur calen! Foe a moment nothing happens and then  the air in front of her outstretched palm wavers Gwythe can feel an intense heat building before in a blink of an eye the very air next to him is set ablaze with scorching heat, however it is the troll who is the aim of Tindoome Uurraumo death spell

[Private to GM: Looking to get a straight line from me taking 5ft to the side past Gwythe but getting the Troll]

Rolf, being the brilliant tactician that he is, continues to fire on the wounded monster rather than the other.

Leaving the fallen troll, Ronalt turned and leapt past Rolf and after the fleeing one. The fact he was getting away from the foul cloud also was a bonus.

As he landed he slashed down upon the troll which was gagging, only to find his blade bounced of the rubbery hide.

Rolled attack 8 hit AC10 likely miss

Gwythe watches in fascination as the troll collapses to its knees in front of him, then turning his head as the flames roll in, singeing its flesh and releasing a repugnant smell. "Ugh, foul!" he calls out as he covers his mouth with one hand.

As the flames finish he steps to the side of the creature with two quick steps, lifting his club and then gagging just as he goes to drop the weapon on the back of its head. He turns to the side and stumbles into the wall, dry retching at the smell.

22:41, Today: Gwythe rolled 5 using 1d20+4. backstab troll. Well, now we've covered both ends of the dice rolling spectrum!

Following Arek's instructions, Iviana attacks the gagging troll still in the gas.  Alas her aim is poor and she almost stumbles into the noxious vapours herself, only right herself in time. The other fighters chase the fleeing troll which has fetched up in front of Gwythe.

All fall short of their aim and Gwythe's attempt at a sneak attack is wayward to say the least. Tindo again proves her worth as the fan of flames strikes the monster inflicting more damage. In anger the thing rears up incapacitated no more and faces it's foes who now fill the northern part of the passage. Almost all of its wounds seem to have been healed except the scorch marks from Tindo's spell which begin to blister.

Almost unnoticed, Rolf looses more arrows at the gassed troll and his second strikes true burying itself in the creature's body.  Groaning it collapses, but even as he watches, the wounds begin to heal.

Kalador keeps himself clear of the gases and the fight wanting only to sleep his hurts away.

OOC: not enough time for a map but you are all on one side of the troll and getting in each other's way, except Iviana, Kalador and Rolf. The monster has obviously recovered form it's illness and looks fully capable.

"Burn the fallen troll with oil damm it."
Pushing further past Rolf so to gain swinging space against the second troll. Ronalt swung hard, hoping to brute the sword into the rubbery skinned troll only to miss his footing and nearly loose the blade.
As he stumbled he vainly tried to stab it a second time.

Ronalt R4 Att 1 rolled 4 (fumble 1+3)
Ronalt R4 Att 2 rolled 13 hit AC 5 dam 10

"Can't do much else until the gas clears." Rolf replies, continuing to fire arrows into the fallen beast.

Tindoome moves over to Arek to get the oil and flint, so she might put an end to the downed Troll. She keeps a careful eye on the other beast prepared to cast a spell if she should need to but she knows there is not much ells she can do against these particular enemies

[Private to GM: Get the oil and poor it over the downed Troll trying to light it aflame]

"Get i' o' the 'alf orc!" Arek growled as he saw Tindo approach from the corner of his eye.
Ducking under a particularly mistimed swing by the troll, the old dwarf struck back with his hammer. Although it was a good hit, most of the force was dissipated across the rubbery skin of the beast.
[Private to GM: To hit 16 (AC: 2), damage 2]
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Hearing the Dwarf Tindoome turns of to Kalador to get the items and talks back to the old dwarf in his own language although it sounds strange indeed with her light elf accent and the rather high tone of an Elf [Private to Arek Blackiron: "Don’t get yer beard in a ruffle how am I to know who keeps what in witch pocket do I look like one of them "] Her tone was friendly and she winked as she pointed to the more sneaky inclined people of the group and went to fetch the oil

Gwythe steps away and back from the beast he is near, allowing the fighters room to step in and take it on. Coughing and spitting out saliva, he leans against the wall, glancing back at the downed troll and then at the healthy one. "What manner of beast..." he mutters under his breath.

Iviana gives her flail a whirl, and then brings it down heavily on the downed troll in the gas, hoping to keep it down until something more permanent than bludgeoning can be arranged.
[Private to GM: 14 to hit this time, for 12 damage!][Private to Iviana: Note that the trolls are Large creatures and so your flail inflicts 2d4+5 damage. I've rerolled for you and ended up with the same figure]
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Yesil brought her heavy sword around for a strike, but wobbled.  The gas was confusing her, or at least she found its presence distracting.  She gnashed her teeth and prepared for another swing.

[Private to DM: ooc: to hit, 3.  I came back just to miss.]

The fight continues and things seem to be turning in favour of the party. Iviana hits the sick troll just as it starts to regain it's feet, still retching.  It goes down again and the two arrows from Rolf that embed themselves in its flank help ensure it will not recover soon. Tindo retrieving the oil and flint will have ample time to dispatch it.

The others do not fair so well. Only the old dwarf hitting the beast, its few wounds starting to heal. Attacks from Ronalt, Yesil and Gwythe are all ineffectual, Ronalts' second strike sliding off its thick warty skin.

The beast belows in rage and flails its cruel talons at the dwarf, one claw striking home and drawing blood. Perhaps it is his stature but the other claw and an attempt to bite both fail to connect with the canny dour cleric.

[Private to Arek Blackiron: 8hps damage ouch! but that -4 to AC certainly comes in useful some times...]
[Private to Yesil:  Better a miss than a lost round.... Welcome back!]

Stepping closer to the troll, Ronalt slashed his longsword down along its thigh.
"Fall dammit."

R5: Longsword attack: 12 hit AC 6 damage 14

Satisified that it will take the first Troll some time to put itself back together, and seeing Tindoome preparing fire nearby, Iviana turns her attention to the still-raging battle.  Unfortunately...she sees no room to join in, without more likely hitting one of her own allies.

With the malodorous cloud still guarding the hallway against most things that might come through the far door, however, she keeps her attention focused that way, watching for an opening, or for anyone she might be able to help.

Tindoome took the oil and knelt besides the fallen Troll to spill the oil over the beast and makes shore to spill an ample amount on its head and in its mouth before she lights it with the flint and steel being shore to keep far enough away

She then turns to see how the others fair, wondering what to do to help

Gwythe waits, half crouching by the wall, watching the battle. He lifts his hand to his mouth, coughing, and then spitting on the ground nearby as the last of the effects of the cloud pass. "Kill it..." he mutters to no one in particular, leaning on his club.

The barbarian brought the sword up from below with both hands, grunting as she did so.


[Private to GM:   14 hits AC4, duno if my target is M or L... I rolled 6 dam for M, or 3 dam for L. ]

"Don't set it alight until I have a chance to retrieve my arrows." he tells Tindoom, "Or you'll owe me the cost of my arrows."

Rolf is a little leery of launching arrows into melee where they could hit anyone, but he figures it can't hurt him too much, so he starts shooting at the active troll.

Recovering from the staggering hit, Arek angrily swung his heavy warhammer in a vicious arc to impact heavily upon the rubbery troll. Although a clean hit, and the crunching of bone and sinew could be clearly heard, the wound was almost healed by the time he'd set himself for another strike.
"You wan' arrows, or ya wan' ta live?" he growled to the archer. Immediate destruction of the beast was far more important than recovering a few arrows.
[Private to GM: To hit: 18 (AC:0)
Damage: 3]

Iviana gives Rolf a somewhat shocked look.  "Arrows come far cheaper than the price we'll pay if that thing has time to get up again."

Tindoome didn’t even give the request the dignification of an answer

"The beast can be kept down with application of the sword until I retrieve my arrows, otherwise I'll soon be out, and then we will need a trip to town to replenish them. The arrows wouldn't even be needed if the gas spell hadn't been cast, that was a tactical blunder, and an archer without arrows is another tactical blunder."

While Rolf moans about lost arrows the others act.  Ignoring his convincing arguments, Tindo douses the unconscious troll in oil and fires it.  The beast writhes in the flames for a few seconds then is still its wounds no longer healing.

Arek and Yesil both hit the other troll while Ronalt misses.  Ivianna wisely giving the other fighter room can only watch, while Rolf's arrows skitter of the walls and roof disappearing down the passageway.

The troll concentrates on the dwarf, possibly because he is causing it pain.  Again Arek is raked with its cruel claws but this time its head darts out and it sinks its teeth into the dwarf pulling away with a chunk of flesh.

[Private to Rolf the Strong: From your position you know there is a chance you will hit one of the fighters with a badly aimed shot.]

[Private to Arek Blackiron: A claw for 5 damage and bite for 4, could have been a lot worse...

Remaining troll had 41hps max now 38 max from the burning hands spell, currently at 32.]

[Private to Yesil: large definitely large]

The smell of charred flesh!  Now this was truly turning into a proper battlefield.  Yesil finished her upward arc, then spun, letting the momentum of the swing turn her around so that she came in low, from the troll's left side.  With a high-pitched shriek, she brought her sword around with both hands at chest height.

[Private to GM:

Another 14 to hit -- 7 damage this time.]
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Screaming in pain as the filthy creature first tears a his flesh and then sinks it's putrid teeth into his flesh, Arek bravely battled on. At least Yesil's strike deep into the creatures abdomen gave him hope that it could yet be felled before any of them were slain.
Off balance he swung his hammer once more but failed to connect. Perhaps he should withdraw his battered and very bloodied body from the fray?
[Private to GM: To hit 3]
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Tindoome grips the remaining flask of oil and hurls her dagger at the Troll not counting on to much of a success but at the moment it was the best thing she could do. Besides being ready to douse the creature with the oil

Rolf decides to conserve what arrows he has remaining, and starts instead to search the trolls room as best he can, aided by the firelight of the burning creature.

Iviana winces, seeing the dwarf begin to stagger.  "Arek," she calls out.  "Sníkt bôkken!  Ån tockën né ast!"


Or, to those who speak Gnomish, as she hopes the Trolls don't; "Step back!  I'm untouched!"

Ronalt hacks with frustration with little gain. "Someone relieve Arek now."
"Rolf get yer scrawny butt in here with yer blade."

R6: Longsword attack 1 10 hit AC 8
R6: Longsword attack 2 7 hit AC 11
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Gwythe watches the battle for a few more seconds, and then steps away, back to the first burnt troll. He prods it with his club cautiously, and then again more firmly, his hand over his mouth and nose to try and prevent the smell of charred flesh and poisonous gas getting through.

He glances over his shoulder at the ongoing battle at the gas as it starts to disperse. He backs away to the wall and crouches down in distaste, watching the battle as it continues.
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The stench of Tindo's spell begins to fade although the reeking cloud remains. Another minute or so will be needed before entering it's area becomes bearable.

Rolf wisely (for him at least) decides not to risk falling under it's influence and hurling up breakfast although his impatience is obvious to anyone looking his way.

Splashes of blood, both dwarven and troll splatter the area of the ongoing battle, the slighlty slippery footing causing many otherwise well aimed blows to go wide of their mark. As Iviana calls for Arek to step back, Yesil inflicts the only blow upon the rapidly healing troll - thankfully a solid hit. The impact of her sword staggers the beast, forcing it back half a step before it renews it's own offensive.

Switching targets from the ineffectual dwarven cleric, the troll lashes out wildly at the barbarian woman, once, twice, a third time with it's terrible jaws but the nimble warrior avoids it each time.

[Private to DM: Troll current HP 28
Max HP 38]

Taking two more flasks of oil Tindoome coughs from the smoke of the burning Troll and steps to the side as she throws first one flask and then the other in the direction of the troll

Spinning wildly to avoid the troll's assault, Yesil takes one opportunity to thrust her sword forward.  But she misses the troll by a hair's breadth as its slavering jaws come too near her face for her own comfort.

Ronalt hacks again trying to find a weak spot in the trolls defenses to no avail.

R7: Longsword attack 1 7 hit AC11 miss

Rolf sighs at the situation, walks over to Kalador and takes the enchanted longsword, then walks over to the melee, waiting for one of the do-gooders to drop and make room for him.

"Hey elf, stop throwing that oil, the floors slick enough as it is." he says.

(Gwythe really doesn't have anything different to post, so he'll continue to watch the fight play out and keep a general eye open).

Ronalt and Yesil both fail in their attempts to hit the foul beast. Tindo's flask of oil sails overhead and bursts behind the troll on the flagstone.  The oil splashes the legs of the monster.  Arek backs off allowing Iviana to charge into the attack.  Her flail smashing into the flank of the monster.

Screaming in rage it turns its attention on the newcomer to the battle. Twice it lashes out with its claws both times extract screams of pain from the follower of Lydia.  The troll roars in triumph and leaps at the elf biting deep into her shoulder.  Her final scream cut short as she collapsed to the floor her life blood oozing from the wounds.

Again as they look on in horror the monsters wounds begin to heal over.

OOC: Status of combatants

Iviana unconscious and dying
Kalador conscious but incapable of action
Ronalt near death
Arek wounded
Yesil wounded

Troll wounded

[Private to The Assistant: troll now 22hps max 38][Private to GM: Iviana has +5 damage witht he flail due to strength and specialisation.]
[Private to Iviana: Dmg from claw attacks 3,6,9 leaving you at minus -8 !!!]
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Tindoome rushes in, trying to stay a good distance from the Trolls grabbing Iviana by the part of the body furthest from the creature and dragging her away, she looks at those around her as she starts digging trough the fallen girls backpack for both more oil and bandages.
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Gwythe steps to the wall away from the troll and steps past it, trying to get around behind it again. He drops his club to the ground and pulls out a longsword, holding it with both hands as his legs cross over and he works his way around.

Kalador comes to and looks around. He sees his comrades in trouble and curses the fact that he's so badly injured, that he can be of no help to them.

"Silly girl!" Arek grumbled as Iviana charged in only to be instantly cut down.
Joining with Tindo, he dragged her limp and broken body from the fray before tending her wounds with bandage and prayer. Within moments her bleeding had stopped and breathing restored. Although more aid was needed, the immediate danger had passed.
[Private to Iviana: Hit points restored to 0. Is in the same state as Kalador]
[Private to GM: Cast Deaths Door restoring HP to 0 for 5 hours unless followed by further treatment.]

With the Dwarf next to her she asked in her peculiar sounding dwarves "Do you have more of the fire oil, perhaps with a bit of luck I can actually hit that dam thing my spells are no good against it" She continued to rummage trough Iviana pack hoping to find more oil, or perhaps a firebomb or a peace of the flaming hells for that matter right now

Ronalt seeing the harm come to his comapions from their efforts and his inadequate attacks launches into a fierce attack, hewing mightly with his blade.

R8: Longsword attack 1. 19 hit AC-1 Damage 17
R8: Longsword attack 2. 22 hit AC-4 Damage 10

OCC: Damnation, about time I managed to get a hit. Hopefully it might bring it down.
[Private to GM: OOC: How many Hit points does Ronalt have currently?]
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Tindo's search through Iviana's pack proves fruitless for both bandages and oil. In the meantime beside her, Arek completes his prayer stablising the elven woman and quite probably saving her life. Another minute or so and she'd have been beyond help.
Gwythe sidles around the troll, his back to the wall. Fortunately for him, the beast must be a little groggy from the previously sustained injuries as he's almost completely ignored.
And then Ronalt seems to finally get it all together. Two massive strokes impact heavily upon the creature, the first severing it's leg, the second laying it low. Collapsing onto the floor, the party finally receives a reprieve but not for long! Already wounds are closing, the leg twists and squirms towards the body and a moment later the two parts join and begin to heal again before your eyes!
[Private to Ronalt de Gault: It's on your character sheet.]
[Private to GM: Troll HP: -2 Rolled initiative to see if Ronalt could attack before the troll - he did by a wide margin.]
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Seeing the leg crawl back to its body and the wounds closing.
"Get the fire upon it now."
Ronalt hews down upon the fallen troll severing it in two again.
"Stay dead."

R9: Longsword attack 1 22 hit AC AC-4 Damage 19

Gwythe stands behind the troll as Ronalt hews into it again, holding his sword ready in case it rises. "Fire..." he mutters under his breath. "Burn it."

Tindoome still having the flint and a steel dagger, jumps up she knows the creature is laying in a pool of oil "Quick more oil!" She shouts to the gathering in general as she lights the puddle under the Troll

"Put your torch to the wound " She shouts in her moment of concentration not shore who has it anymore

Iviana lays very still and quiet, and does a very good job of looking particularly pale.

Tindoome's rummage through her pack finds a dearth of bandages and oil, but it does turn up one small, beady-eyed, black-furred face, that at first seems prepared to bite.  Instead, however, it - and the sleek black weasel it's attached to - scurries out of the pack, streaming out like handkerchief's in a magician's trick, almost two feet long from nose to tail-tip.  It coils briefly around the elven mage's arm, before jumping to the floor and hurrying over to Iviana, touching its nose to hers, and then settling into what seems to be a `guard' position on her chest.  It seems disinclined to stop the helpful dwarf, and probably not much good against a troll, but any mice incined to come and nibble at Iviana's fingertips would do well to find another snack!

Following Ronalt's troll bashing exploits, there is sufficient time to incinerate the monster before it regains consciousness. The acrid smell of burning flesh adds to the lingering traces from the other troll and the smell of fresh blood, which it has to be said is splashed about quite a lot.

It had been a grim fight with a grim enemy. But what now....

Tindoome stood up and brushed off the dust of the floor from her roads. She chuckles to her self ~How is it that I always end up crawling about on the floor, shouldn’t mages be more dignified then that. ~ It was a thought she would need to keep for later, she walks over to the first creature and plucks up one of Rolf charred arrows "Here you go, don’t forget your valuable arrows"

She lets in fall in front of him before she goes to retrieve her daggers, on a whim she looks over what the two creatures were chewing on. [Dwarf] "Bloody hell Arek I do hope we don’t run into many more of those things, I haw not the spells"

With the troll now dealt with, Ronalt cleans the blade and turns to Rolf, his face showing he wasn't happy with the first combat with the newcomers,"You will get into the fight when told to Rolf."
"Whinge about lost arrows after the battle, when others have some they can supply you with at a later time."
Pulling half a dozen arrows from his quiver.
"here have these and mull over the fact we nearly lost companions because of your dilly dallying on the edge of combat."
"Mages doing the work you should have been doing."
"Buck up or find another group to lollygag with."

Gwythe steps back in distaste as the second troll is set on fire, sticking his sword back into his belt and retrieving his club. "Foul things they are... never have I seen such a sight as that creature regrowing an arm which was recently chopped off." He prods at a burning piece of troll with his club, pushing it to the rest of the body so that it continues to burn, holding his free hand across his mouth to block out the smell.

Yesil stood back, watching as the party put fire to the awful troll.  She was consciously willing her breathing to slow, to deepen, and her fingers to relax from the hilt of her sword.

"Too close," she commented.  The young woman's dark eyes slid around those nearby before nodding to Ronalt.  "Argument in the heat of battle."  She then clucked her tongue and shook her head.
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Leaving others to finish of the second beast, Arek continued his healing prayers over Iviana's battered body.
"Yer shouda 'ung back girl and healed th' o'ers," he admonished shaking his head as her wounds began to knit back together.
Once the colour had returned to her face and she was able to continue her own treatment, he straightened and approached Kalador.
[Private to Iviana: You are now at 4 hp and without the usual one week incapacitaion Kalador is now facing.]
"Now you lad. Can't do much fer ya now I'm 'fraid. Silly girl needed it more'n you."
Settling down beside the half-orcish fighter, he once more called upon the blessings of The Father Of Battle, Clanggedin Silverbeard.
"O' mighty father, ta' pitty o'ver th' wretched enemy o' Dwarvenkin'. 'eal 'is wounds so 'e may attemp' t' redeem 'is miserable existance."
Areks monologue to his god continued in the same manner as he began showing the obvious dislike of Dwarves to orc-kind.

Minutes passed without result....
[Private to GM: He's out of healing spells and Kalador is outside the Healing Proficency "window of oportunity". Any further healing of the party is up to Iviana.]

Kalador nodded and said,"Thanks for the prayers." As he waited and nothing happened he looked at Arek and said,"Why is nothing happening Arek?"

"if you have a spare healing prayers Arek, I could do with some aid." Ronalt reqested still looking in Rolf's direction.

Tindoome is her usual self as she makes use of the time she has to look around the room; making shore they don’t miss anything although she has her doubts that the trolls carried anything of value that lived trough the fire. She also takes care to throw any severed limbs or peaces of troll on the flame

"A valiant charge Iviana, and just the reason I prefer to keep out of such combat, I am glad that it didn’t end rougher for you " She knelt next to her and scratched her small pet on the head chuckling "[Elf] Is he what I think he is?"

Iviana nods ruefully - and somewhat painfully - to Arek.  "Wise, but I'm afraid I'm not quite comfortable sitting back while others chance their own lives."  She sighs, shaking her head.  "But that's not how I might hope to die, and now I've cost others aid they needed.  I'm sorry."

She grins a little.  "Think I hit him, though, before he got hold of me.  Felt solid.  Thank you, Arek."  She manages a laugh at Tindoome's comment, albeit one that ends in a cough, a bit of blood coming out of her mouth with it.  "Me, too.  That was a bit rougher than I like it already."

The weasel seems to enjoy the scratching, sniffing at the elf's fingers curiously.  Iviana looks at her curiously, and replies also in elven, if only for the sake of continuity.  "Assuming you mean, is she my Familiar, yes.  Her name is Memento.  Memento Vivere."  She looks down at the weasel, petting it gently herself, and says softly, "You saved my life today, little one."

Pulling herself together a little, she looks around at the others.  "I can still heal someone," she notes, trying to gauge who needs it most.
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Finally ceasing his insults disguised as prayer, Arek straightened his stiff body.
"Bah, you'd t'ink 'ole Clanggedin b' a lit' more int'rested in 'ealing warriors..."
"Girl," he continued, this time addressing Iviana. "Tha rest's up ta you. I'm spent."
Until he'd rested all Arek could do was bandage wounds and provide only temporary relief - none of which would benefit Kalador in his current state.
"Lad, go keep watch," he directed Gwythe. "Ta' that 'un wi' ya." Rolf might be of some use as a sentry...

Gwythe looks up Arek and then across as Rolf. "Aye..." He looks down the corridor in the direction from which they came, and then back up in the direction they were travelling. He points with his club to Rolf back down the corridor. "You take that way, I'll go ahead."

Rolf ignores Ronalt completely, failing to acknowledge his words or presence, as he hands the longsword back to Kalador, then starts searching the trolls area for anything of interest.

"It would have been better to drag the monsters out and burn them outside. The smell of smoke will out travel us and alert any other resident here to be wary." He says aloud.

"Well a good idea" She raised an eyebrow indicating more to come "The next time a Throll is munching on your leg I shall politely ask it to move outside, explaining that you mind the smell of smoke " Tindoome was not the most patient of people and Rolf was pulling on the last of hers

She turns back to Iviana offering a hand to help her up "Sorry about going trough your pack like that but I was a bit worried" She stood up her self looking around at the corridor leading to this one "I just hope the next enemy we face will be less monstrous"

Why did he always get stuck with the difficult ones!
"You, boy, "Arek demanded Rolf's attention.
"Dinna ya 'ear me? Go 'elp tha lad keep watch!"
They needed to be far more selective next time on who they took with them. Sure they'd lost a few in their previous forays but surely there was more than just the self interested still available?

Ronalt glared at Rolf "I see we will likely have to dismiss some from our service once back in town."
"Ignorance and self interest are a dangerous mix in a place like this."
then turned to Arek, "A few bandages then please."

Iviana looks to Ronalt, and then Kalador, and finally gives a nod to Arek, before levering herself up.  She glances briefly at Tindoome as she rises, with another grin.  "I don't think I've ever been apologized to by someone for trying to save my life," she replies.  "It's...quite alright.  Privacy is a wonderful thing, but I'd rather my breath, given the choice."

She walks over to Kalador, resting a hand on his shoulder.  She looks into his eyes, perhaps in deliberate contrast to Arek; she doesn't seem to have any trouble with it.  "Lydia, please grant your light of healing to this man, who chanced his life to warn us of the dangers ahead."

There's a brief, flickering, light, and Kalador might be bleeding a little bit slower, but apparently, even if Iviana doesn't mind, Lydia isn't too fond of half-orcs, either.  [Private to Kalador: I'm afraid I only rolled a 1.  But that's one HP back! ahem]

Iviana frowns a bit, and gives her head a sharp shake.  "I'm..sorry.  I don't seem able to focus very well yet.  And I'm afraid that's all that I can do today."

Kalador nodded and replied,"Thank you just the same. I appreciate your effort." He thought, well at least she's not repulsed by my being a half orc.

Rolf continued to search the area ahead, moving quietly and stealthily, in sharp contrast to the noise and stench and smoke the rest had sent out to warn whoever was ahead. He concentrated on the task at hand and pushed the seeming incompetence of the overall party out of his mind for the time being, ignoring them. He was certain they would be dead soon if they didn't learn even the simplest tactics, but it was clear even to Rolf they were simply too prideful to work as a unit. Even the most brutish feral orcs had more teamwork potential than the senile dwarf and the self important scarred human.

Heeding Ronalts call for aid, Arek saw to his wounds as best he could.
"Time i' th' only thing that'll 'elp ya much fer now," he said quietly.
"Least yer wounds 're covered." A filthy environment such as this place almost guaranteed infection.
[Private to Ronalt de Gault: Leaning in closer as he worked, Arek whispered a query to the only other original member of the group.
"What d' ya think o' Rolf? Dead weight?"
The mans failure to follow simple instructions, or even to acknowledge them, infuriated the old dwarf. Even Vestan, that sneaky little weasel of a halfling had managed to do the right thing...most of the time.
"Don't t'ink he fits in wi' th' group. 'e'll be trouble, I'm sure."]

Ronalt watched Rolf move around as Arek bandaged and cleaned the troll made wounds.
He nodded, "Aye. When we get back to town."
Giving Arek a squeeze on the shoulder, "Thanks for what you could do."

"Now lets see to checking what else has crawled in since the last time we visited."


OOC: Have the 'nauseating vapors' gone now?

"Yer know," Arek mused as he straightened after the last bandage was in place. "T'ose beasties might 'ave a lair no too far off. T'ink ya could fin' it Ronalt?"
"ow 'bout you Yesil? T'ink it worth a look?"
Formidable creatures such as trolls often amassed a significant amount of valuables without even realising it. The odd traveller here and there, merchants with pockets loaded with their takings, even other creatures too stupid to avoid the trolls territory or unlucky enough not to have recognised it as such until too late.

The warrior woman shook her head in the negative at Arek before nodding to Gwythe.  "I have it," and she set off the direction the man had indicated.  She could not help but cut her eyes at Rolf as she passed the obstinate warrior, though the plainswoman said nothing.  'The wounded can wait,' she supposed.

She cradled her sword in her left arm, right hand on the hilt, as she set to take watch.
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"You are welcome," Iviana replies to Kalador, before turning away to face the others.

"So long as their lair doesn't hold another Troll," she notes.  "I'd do what I can, of course, but I'm afraid I've little to offer right now should we find ourselves in another fight soon.  Not even," she admits, "A foolish charge to the front."  She focuses on Ronalt.  "I do have a spell prepared to make someone particularly large, with all the accompanying advantages to strength and leverage, but I gather it can be particularly disconcerting if someone isn't expecting it.  You've had far better chance to determine than I - who would it be best cast upon, should the need arise?"

Tindoome listens carefully as she went trough her own remaining spells "I still have some simpler spells but nothing that would effect a troll, I have a burst that will stun and blind opponents as well as a charm spell and one to send some opponents to sleep "

She looked around but decided to stay near Arek and Iviana "All of witch is no help against a troll, the stunning surge might affect it but i am not shore and I would rather not find out" She gave a smile at Iviana

Everybody healed up as best the could, which was not as much as they wanted. Kalaldor was still incapacitated but at least he could move and talk.  The question is what next?

Tindo as she expected found nothing of interest on the trolls and as she had already searched the other bodies yesterday, she left them undisturbed.

The guards move out to their posts, or at least Yesil and Gwythe do.

[Private to Tindoome Uurraumo: Tindo thinks but is not sure that two of the bodies form the day before including the one that was barely conscious have vanished.]

[Private to Rolf the Strong: As Rolf moves forward he sees a pile of bodies all striped of their possessions.

Moving north he sees the more signs that the incumbents were now previous rather than present. The table was askew, chairs knocked over, the bugbears beds to the north east charred from fire.]

[Private to Yesil: As Yesil move south she reaches the range of the torchlight.  There is no unexpected sounds from beyond.]
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Tindoome walks around noting the corpses from the last battle she stops at the corps of a gnoll watching it for a moment before she speaks a silent prayer and caries over some of the fire from the burning trolls using some peaces of cloth to light the single gnoll on fire to

"It appears 3 of the fallen from the last battle are missing, although I can’t tell if the trolls were merely hungry or if they were possibly carried off" She looks back at the burning Gnoll and then walks back to the group

Ronalt shrugged to Arek, "All the trail sign is disturbed."
"I didn't see their sign outside on the way in so they must either have another way in or a room in here somewhere."
"Either way I will have a little look around and see what be about."

Ronalt heads towards the areaa he last got set up fire and looked around to see if the trolls had looted the area yet, where Rolf currently lurked. Unshuttering the lantern so he could see.
[Private to GM: OOC: what trailsign can Ronalt determine from the trolls to where they came from?
OOC: Did they have recent swamp slime on their legs from wading etc.
OOC: Is the door secure to the NW of Gwythe?]
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Yesil squatted on her haunches, back to the others, while she stared off into the darkness.  She was never one for words even when she did speak the language well.  Eyes alert for any movement to the south, her ears were trying to hear what the discussion was like behind her.  They had a small pack here, and soon there would be fighting over which wolf would lead the rest.

Rolf looks the area over, ensuring the safety of the party from surprise attack by scouting ahead.

[Private to GM: OOC: Is that a door in that NE corner? If it is Rolf will check it out, otherwise Rolf looks for any container that looks intact.]

Ronalt moves up and onto the main chamber he remembers grimly from the last visit. It does not look like anything has changed or been disturbed since they left.

Ahead of him, Rolf goes to the door to the north east door and studies it.

[Private to Rolf the Strong: Although Ronalt has brought a lantern the alcove is quite dark so it is hard to see any detail.  There is no sign of light from beyond.]

[Private to Ronalt de Gault: There are no obvious signs of mud or slime, though the dousing and burning may well have covered anything.
There are no tracks inside you could follow though careful inspection outside might yield something.
As far as you know the door is not locked or barred.]

OOC: map now at:

link to a message in "ADnD First Edition (Temple of Elemental Evil)"

let me know if I have everything right.
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Rolf studies the door carefully...

[Private to DM: Rolf will check the door for traps, then try to open it I'll roll if you want, don't know if you want those rolls to be secret.

Rolf should have some time before Ronault shows up with the lantern, seeing as how he and Arek were bandaging wounds this whole time. Checking the door might equal the time to bandage, but otherwise Ronault shouldn't be there yet.]

Ronalt grunted to Rolf, "Well you gonna open it or shall I use my mind powers?"
Sword in one hand, lantern in the off hand.

Rolf turns from the door "You have mind powers? Use them to figure out what I think of someone who makes noise while others are trying to be quiet and careful. If I didn't know otherwise I'd think this was your first day off the farm. Now stand back and let me do what I do, for the good of party instead of your ego, OK?"

Tindoome walks forward so she can see into the room but stays far enough away from it so that the rest of the party can move in if necessary "I think we can safely leave all pretense of stealth behind everybody in this bleeding dungeon has herd us" She chuckles and settles into place

"Although I don’t think there are many of the more caring creatures alive, if their were the body’s would have bin at least moved" She looks to the rest of the group and the burning trolls

Rolf rolls his eyes "Of course everyone has heard us, or smelled the smoke of the burning trolls, but if you think about it for a half second that means there is more need for stealth and care than ever, even a rookie would realize that if someone had heard us they could be lying in wait to ambush us, and by being stealthy we may negate their surprise. Or do you prefer another blunder such as walking in on two trolls unprepared? Besides, the door could also be trapped. But of course you know best, right?"

"Open the door Rolf or bugger back to the others and stop wasting our time." All patience for Rolf had gone, he took a step back in case Rolf was foolish enough to have a swing at him.
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"Hasn't your way of doing things caused enough damage to the party already?" Rolf says, as he steps back and motions Ronault to the door. "By all means, if your patience is so much smaller than your wisdom, charge ahead, brave ranger, like Kalador charged into those two trolls. After all, you are wise enough a leader that all the others here will accept that your decision to not make use of a scouts skill is in their best interest."

Rolf wanders to the west side of the room to search the bunks and area there.
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"Best you find some loot Rolf, cause you will not be joining us after this day."

Ronalt listens at the door before sheathing his sword. Testing the door he opened it if unlocked. If locked he leaves it for now.
If the door gives he redraws his blade and moves to the side where the hinges be and uses his foot to push open the door slowly. Allowing the light to shine in.

[Private to GM: OOC: Does Rolf have a light source?]
[Private to Ronalt de Gault: while everything suggests Rolf is human, you have a nagging feeling he may have some orcish blood and may using infravision. Looking at him, he doesn't appear to be carrying very much at all beyond his leather armour and weapons. Although he is wearing a backpack, it appears to be almost completely empty - doesn't look like he's even brought lunch with him...]
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"My thoughts exactly, Ronald, you are a buffoon who risks this party over an ego ten sizes to large" Rolf continues loudly, "Why are you listening at the door? Didn't you demand I open already? You pretend to be a leader but you reveal your limitations in that department yet again."

"Aye after you had listened at the door. You in your infinite wisdom didn't share what you might have heard."
"Typical of one with orc blood running in their veins, obnoxious and unprepared. An archer without a second quiver of arrows, pathetic."
"So keep you mouth closed while I listen."

Rolf explored off to the west, while Ronalt considered his options at the door finally deciding to open it.

[Private to Ronalt de Gault: Ronalt was convinced there was no sounds from beyond and cautiously pushed the door open and looking into the room beyond.  It is a bedroom, probably belonging to the priest. The walls, of what Ronalt reckons to be a fifteen by twenty foot size, are decorated with disgusting tapestries. There is a bed at the far right corner, a ransacked writing desk on the wall opposite and a wardrobe immediately to his left.  A chest stands at the bottom of the bed with a lock lock broken and the lid open.


]

[Private to Rolf the Strong: The bed and other items towards the north west corner have fire damage from the previous fight and it is unlikely he would fine anything of value there.  In the room to the south west he can see there are more boxes and barrels, together with another pile of humanoid bodies.]

Rolf chuckles loudly "How typical of a blowhard racist such as yourself to insult my lineage when you have no defense for your own ineptitude. Why you are not dressed as a jester I don't know, for it seems the only role to match the way you bumble along, yet pretend to have the qualities of leadership. Everything you have done so far has been a failure, you failed here the first time, you have lead the party into a half hazard melee that nearly killed some, and now you whine like a child that I didn't yell out to you what I found at the door while I was still investigating it. You, Ronald de Buffoon, are an insult to your race."

Rolf goes around the corner, leaving the pompous rangers sight.

[Private to DM: ooc: the first thing Rolf will check is the bodies, knowing any trap placed upon them would have to have been hastily done, he looks the area and them over for obvious tripwires and such before he examines them.]
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Tindoome stares after the orc spawn for a long while before she looks back to Ronalt and shrugs "Perhaps next time before hiring on somebody we should hold a contest, the one witch can shut up for the longest period wins?" She chuckles and points to the door

This time whispering "Open the door, if there are more then one I shall see to them with a spell " She draws one of her daggers just in case

[Private to GM: Prepared Action: If there are 2 or more humanoid “enemies” inside the room I shall cast sleep if they don’t happen to be elfs]

Ronalt shrugs, "He does have a tongue which flaps well."
Looking around the ransacked room, "Would you like to check the desk, Tindo. Perhaps some correspondence has been left which might give us a lead."

Holding the lantern so to look into the chest to see if anything still remained.
then he uses his sword to lift the tapestry away from the wall to see if any door lay concealed behind it.

Tindoome walks into the room still careful and uses the tip of her dagger to sort trough papers and open any drawers carefully not standing in front of them

"This dos not look like some troll inhabited it, might have bin the room of somebody of more importance best have a good look around. Important people have secrets" She chuckled as she caught her self from going on about it

If she is able to pull one of the open drawers out she checks its length against the desks to see if their could be any concealed spaces.

"Aye, maybe the priest which placed the hold spell upon me which we managed to kill last time we where here. Seems someone has already gone through the room though. Lock forced and papers disturbed."
"Do you think we should call Arek to help with the search? or just bundle up the papers so we can read them at our leisure back in town?"

"Yes perhaps it would be better to just take everything, I can go trough it with a nice cup of hot wine in my hand rather then standing around in a dank dungeon " She grinned and motioned for Ronalts backpack, her own small bag not really large enough for the few things she carried

Tindoome will help with putting papers and any objects that look useful into the pack

"So you lot finished 'ere yet?" Areks deep voice rumbled as his short legs carried him close.
"Ready ta move on?"
The five minutes or so the three had been left in the room should have been enough to conduct at least a general search for anything interesting.

Ronalt unshouldered his pack so Tindo could pile papers into it.
"Almost done, just collecting the papers. Anyone for an evil looking tapestry?"
He then removed the tapestry rolled it up laying it near the door.

Ronalt checked the wardrobe, pulling out any remaining clothes and then moving the wardrobe away from the wall.

OOC: Anything on top of the wardrobe?
OOC: Anything under the bed?
OCC: the chest has it a false lid of bottom?
Ronalt uses an arrow as a measuring stick to check inside to outside depths.

Iviana stays alert, keeping near to Kalador.  And not at all minding a few minutes of rest for herself, divine healing or no.

Kalador tries to sit up. All this resting was getting on his nerves despite his injuries.

A frantic search of the priests room throws up very little.  There are some scattered papers which Tindo collects together for reading later. Amongst them there is a map of the moathouse dungeon showing the original location of the forces arrayed against them. No secret doors are behind the tapestries and none of the drawers or chest show signs of hidden compartments.

[Private to Ronalt de Gault: Ronalt finds the scenes on the tapestries degrading and disgusting rather than take them he wants to see the destroyed.]

[Private to Rolf the Strong: Rolf rifles the bodies. Most of the bodies had already been searched however he does find:

two glass balls filled with a dark liquid. Possibly these are the bombs that the party had muttered about?

3 gold, 40 silver and 212 copper pieces

several morning stars, studded leather armour and shields,]

OOC: Dungeon map will be added to the maps thread.

Map, note Arek is in the central room, Ronalt and Tindo are in the priests room and  Rolf has gone to the room to the south east and is out of sight of everyone.

Rolf widens his search away from the bodies and toward the furniture.

[Private to DM: Rolf takes the gold, silver and the two glass balls, keeping them in whatever containers they are in, wrapping the balls in cloth cut from a corpse if they are not packed well. He only takes copper if it's in a pouch already.

Then he moves to the furniture, beds, chests, leaving nothing unturned.]

Iviana grins briefly at Kalador.  "Don't worry, we've got a few minutes.  They're not so much searching the room as dismantling it," she jokes, from what she's overhearing.

Tindoome keeps the map out of the backpack, once she is reasonably shore all useful and most useless papers are in it she hands it back to Ronalt with a smile "This looks interesting " She comments as she traces her fingers on the map, she walks to Arek calling the ranger to take a look at it as well.

"Perhaps we should examine these rooms (28), before we move on to this place (30,31) " She suggests although she more asks the dwarf and the ranger

Gwythe listens faintly to the sounds of discussion back in the rooms and shrugs, leaning against one wall and watching down the corridor. He pulls out the long sword that he carries at his belt and swings it roughly in circles, moving slowly as he tries to adjust to its weight and feel of it over his club. Every few seconds he glances down the corridor, keeping a casual watch.

Ronalt nods after rolling the tapestry up, ~gonna destroy it later once the folk back in town have seen what this place breeds.~

"I concur. We should look over these places Tindo suggests."
"The place looks like it has been looted thoroughly. Especially Laret's room."
"With luck his papers, which are in my pack will give us some clues to where the rest of the troublemakers might have scarpered to."

Yesil too kept watch.  It wasn't necessarily that she didn't trust the newcomers but... she doubted their competence.  She could hear the bickering from down the hall and her dwelling on it turned the plainswoman's face sour.

She remained in a squat, her sword before her, pommel up and blunt blade end on the ground.  She held it lightly, though, balancing on the balls of her feet as she focused the full ire of her expression toward whatever unseen enemies must surely hear the squabbling and come this way.

While Tindo and Ronalt consult the map and roll up the tapestries, occasionally the sound of things being turn over can be heard from the area that Rolf entered. Where the party had their encounter with the bugbears.

[Private to Rolf the Strong: In one of the boxes, Rolf find some fine clothing that could likely be sold for a few gold. The others were more mundane, foodstuff etc. One of the barrels contained ale but it would be pretty heavy to take back to town. ]

Looking to Arek, "Do you wish to set up a cold camp here and fortify the doorway or continue onward to these spots Tindo has identified?"

Rolf stuffs the clothing in his backpack, grabs a snack to take along, and goes and checks on the others, taking an interest in the tapestries.

"I found some clothes and few coins, and a barrel of ale if we want to move it, nothing as nice as these tapestries, they'll fetch a pretty penny somewhere."

The discussions finally died down and the party settled to rest and recuperate before moving on. Setting watches on the corridor they felt reasonably secure and hopeful that there were no other trolls or former inhabitants of the moathouse about. The smells of smoke, decay, and death lingered in the area making it an unpleasant rest at best.

Yesil on the first watch thought she heard something perhaps footsteps but this did not materialise into anything worth waking the others for.  The rest of the watches passed smoothly and the party recovered their strength and after further meditation, their spells.

OOC: everyone gains a hit point, spell casters have their full compliment of spells. Let me know if you have changed your list at all....

Iviana spends most of the time in prayer, thankful there are those unharmed enough to stand watch while her attention is, necessarily, elsewhere.

[Private to GM: She'll drop the Light spell and ask for Portent, since light seems to be well taken care of.  So that puts her to Mage: Enlarge, Cleric: CLWx2, Bless, Portent.]

Before settling down for the night Arek called once more upon the power of The Father of Battle. A minute or so later and a broken off chair leg glowed with a bright light.
"There! Tha'll save o' oil," he declared with a trace of satisfaction.

Hours later all were rested.
"Al'righ' lad. Yer turn." Kalador's wounds had barely begun to scab over when Arek inspected the mans bandages. Satisfied infection had not set in, he commenced one of the more powerful prayers he'd be granted. Vigour returned to Kalador, slowly at first, then quicker until he was able to sit up unaided. Walking was still going to be a little difficult, at least until further aid was given.

With that in mind, he began praying further, similar in form to the one failed several hours before.
[Private to Kalador: 2 cure light wounds for total of 8 points. You're now on 9 hp and able to function normally due to the Deaths Door spell he began with. Your character sheet has been updated]

Tindoome Rolls out her bed roll in the small office, choosing it for its relative secluded to allow her to be able to study her book without disturbing any.

After the rest she takes out her book and carefully studies her spells looking them over again and again to finally read them slowly setting them up again in her mind for the next day.

Gwythe gathers his meagre belongings together somewhere secure and settles down to sleep. He watches the others carefully, noting their actions as they set about securing their chosen sleeping room, but not adding anything, apart from consuming some food.

He rises relatively early and straps on his sword and daggers, sitting at the southern end of the group, watching down the corridor and waiting for the others to arise.

As it comes time to start moving again, Iviana looks around to see who still needs healing.

[Private to GM: I've lost track.  I know she does; and Arek is helping Kaladorn a little more.  Is there anyone else still worse off than Iviana?]

Kalador got up and opened his backpack. Inside he found some meagre rations and began to eat. He hoped they wouldn't have to fight for a bit till he healed up some more. Still he felt better than he did yesterday.

Ronalt woke up sore. He checked the wounds and the bandages to make sure they were bound firmly still. Hopefully nothing remained in the chambers they were to explore for he needed more time to heal.
Pulling on the chainmail, Ronalt prepared for the coming search by eating and drinking to maintain his stamina.
The tapestry he left in the room near the wall for later collection. The council will just be delighted to see what they had not far from town.

"May I see the map again Tindoome?"

Tindoome had bin up and reading in her book for most of the time once she was finished and the stirs of the waking company got louder with preparations of weapons and others she emerged from the room and gave Ronalt the requested map

"It would seam to me that the place is mostly void of any intelligent life, only crude creatures remain. But we should still advance carefully just the same"

Ronalt nods, "Scavengers, lets hope no more trolls."
"Do you have a choice Arek?" the ranger shows the map to the priest.

Seeing Ronault looking checking over his bandages, Iviana approaches, first to help check the few he can't comfortably reach himself.  Then she offers, "If I might?" holding up her Symbol.  Assuming he doesn't mind, she prays briefly for him, and he feels a little bit better.  [Private to Ronalt de Gault: Not a lot, I'm afraid; I rolled a 1 for her Cure Light...]

With a small sigh, she decides perhaps her own remaining pains are interfering with her concentration, and while others discuss strategy, goes back to a quiet corner to try to help herself, then.  [Private to GM: Rolling a little better, with a 6.]

"What's the hold up? I've seen grandmothers move faster..." Rolf says, as he starts down the way they came, slowly and stealthily.

Iviana laughs a little, dropping in with the others.  Leaning closer to Gwythe, she whispers, "If he thinks that's an insult, I can tell you he's never met my grandmother."

Gwythe watches Rolf move past him and down the corridor back towards the junction.  Gradually he lost in the shadows and darkness beyond. The others continue to collect their thought and possessions.

OOC: With Rolf off, the clock is starting to count. I need some direction on what everyone else is going to do....

Gwythe blinks at Iviana in confusion for a second, and then looks up at Rolf, and then back at her. He grins for a few seconds and then looks down again at his things.

As Rolf walks past he watches for a few seconds, and then as he disappears he jumps to his feet and looks around. "Where's he going?" he asks Iviana.

Arek quickly gathered everyone around the scrap of paper scrawled with the layout of the place.
"We g' 'ere first, Got a taste fer cray." his thickly callused finger stabbed out at the room marked "30".
"Then o' to sor' ou' th' ghoulies."
Shaking the last crumbs from his beard, he swung his pack into place, retrieved his weaponry and strode off.
"Well, wat'r'y' waitn' fer?"

Iviana bites back her first reply to Gwythe, realizing she's still a bit annoyed about Rolf, and instead shrugs.  "Ahead, again, to scout, I suppose.  It looks like we're moving again."  She follows Arek.

"I wonder if we all just went away how long it would take until h would realize" She smiles at the gathered and chuckled. As Arek points out the location she nods in agreement

Kalador nodded at what Arek said. He then gathered his things and prepared to follow Arek. It'd be good to be off he thought.

The group made there way towards the junction to the south and reached it without difficulty.  The body of the mage was lay on the ground just before the junction, untouched from the time the first went towards Lareth's chambers.

Reaching the junction, the broken door allowed them to look towards the west as well as back towards the entrance.  There was no sign of Rolf, nor sound of him.

"A leash might be an idea worth contemplating " Tindoome offers her tone only half joking as she looks over the shoulder of those in front of her but not even she can see anything

Her voice is hushed enough so that it is only herd in the close radiuses "Forward then, in hopes that he dos not get lost?" She asks the Ranger and Cleric

Gwythe eases his club lower in his hand and peers into the darkness. "He shouldn't wander around here by himself. It's not safe, and who knows what has wandered in overnight. And..." he looks around with a grin - "I'm not sure if everyone likes him enough to rescue him when he does get into problems."

Iviana glances down at the mage's body, mostly from the sudden uncomfortable curiosity as to whether it's been being eaten, too.

"Oh, we'd try to rescue him," Iviana admits, with a sigh.  "Thoughtlessness doesn't really deserve death.  If he's good enough none of us can catch a whisper of him, though, perhaps no one else will, either."  She shrugs.  "Or perhaps he's just gone that far ahead."  Her forehead creases slightly, and she asks Tindoome, "Was he paying any attention when you were looking at the map?"

Ronalt shrugged, "His choice to wander off. He wouldn't listen to our consel even if given politely."

Ronalt headed towards the room Arek had pointed to his blade unseathed and moving with a quiet pace 10 feet ahead of Arek and company. Lantern shining in his off hand to illuminate their path.

The party continue towards the west and reach the next junction.  Ronalt's torch illuminates the corridor, so far the map appeared to be matching reality. To the north, the light just fails to reach what should be a door before the room and to the south they can make out the flight of stairs leading to their destination.  Again there is not sign of Rolf.

Using the lantern, Ronalt continues towards the stairs and up them.
Listening for trouble ahead and periodically shining the light up onto the ceiling ahead.

Gwythe looks across at Iviana and then shrugs, slowing to a stop and allowing the others to walk by. He adjusts the sword that hangs by his waist and taps his club on his knee impatiently, glancing up at her and then around at the darkness. "This is not a safe place. The trolls have come in overnight, who knows what else might have entered." he says quietly to her.

Kalador follows Ronalt. He looks around cautiously, his hand always on the hilt of his enchanted sword. He thought, where could Rolf be? Didn't he know how dangerous this place could be for someone on his own?

Arek shooed Yesil ahead with Ronalt, held Kalador to stand beside him and motioned Gwythe and Iviana to bring up the rear. Tindo would fit in somewhere behind the Dwarf and before Iviana.
"Gi' on then!" he spoke quietly to Yesil as Ronalt stepped off down the southern passage.
"Tha' boy'll look aft'r 'emself."
Wherever he'd disappeared to....

Yesil nodded with a quiet grunt and matched pace with Ronalt.  Her grunt both acknowledged Arek's order for her position, and the agreement that Rolf could look after himself.

The party sorted themselves out into a more recognisable formation and more suited to potential threats ahead.  Ronalt and Yesil reach the stairs that descend towards the area marked as containing a crawfish and the passage towards the ghouls.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs they saw that the passage way ahead become much more rough, chiseled out of bedrock and unfinished as it descends further into the gloom. The one towards the undead location is finished masonry, carved reliefs on the wall showing funerary processions and the like.

[Private to Gwythe; Iviana: Waiting at the top of teh stairs for Ronalt to chose the way forward, there was a distant scraping sound the passageway to the north.]

OOC: I've posted the marching order in the 'maps' thread.

Gwythe glances behind him as they pause at the top of the stairs while the others make their way down. His face creases in a puzzled frown and he holds a finger to his lips to Iviana.

He drops to a knee and rests his head carefully against the wall, listening and peering back into the darkness.

[Private to GM: Listening along the wall to see if that carries the sound better]

Kalador makes his way down following the others. As he reached the bottom he quietly said,"Ronalt, you or Yesil see anything up ahead?" He figured if they were facing any dark passages ahead, that his infravision could be a big help.

Ronalt continues towards the crypts, lantern shining forward to reveal any threats.
Replying to Kalador's query, "There is underground pool but we don't need to visit this."

Iviana goes still, lifting her flail and looking back up the hallway.  She tries even to quiet her breath, to let Gwythe listen without interference.

The party headed west along towards the area indicated as a ghoul sanctuary.  Ahead there was no sound other than the odd drip of water or breath of wind.

[Private to Gwythe; Iviana: No other sound had been heard nor were there any signs of movement. As Ronalt moved off, Gwythe was conscious of the darkness closing in behind.  Iviana was more comfortable as the heat sensing visions began to kick in.]

Moving along the corridor it reach a point where it jinked north then back to the west a couple of times before a room opened up ahead. The temperature had been slowly dropping and the party became aware of their breath condensing in the now still air in front of them. It was deathly quiet....

Gwythe shrugs at Iviana and jogs down the stairs to catch the rest of the group, glancing over his shoulder into the blackness. Catching up to the rest of the group he blinks as he returns to the light and looks ahead over the shoulders of the rest of the group.

[Private to GM: What were the ghouls like last time I was here? Did anyone go in here or did they avoid it completely? Were they active outside the room?]

Whispering in a low tone "Now I know what to imagine when somebody speaks of the low dank dark places of this world" She looks over her shoulder at the sound of feet but notes that it is Gwythe

"I don’t think the orc kin came this way" She tries to pear off into the darkness but even her keen eyes have their limits

After her experience with the trolls, Iviana's not particularly keen to be left alone, so she stays with Gwythe, also with frequent glances back.  She nods her agreement with Tindoome, and whispers back.  "Heard something back there, but..."  She shrugs.  "Too quick to make anything of, and we didn't hear it again.  Might even have been him."

The party slowly move forward expecting at any time to see undead creatures leap out at them.  Ronalt's lamp illuminated quite a distance into the crypt revealing a well built chamber with more relief carvings, many obscene and degrading. Placed at intervals along the wall were niches containing long dead bodies. They seemed to be dressed in a haphazard way some in armour some wrapped in cloth. None moving..... yet.

OOC: bodies slightly too big on this sketch I'll improve it for the next time.



[Private to Gwythe: Gwythe knows that no one ventured sown this way unless Lareth was with them. I was rumoured that some had tried but never some back.]

Gwythe reaches out his free hand and catches Iviana's arm. "Death..." he hisses to her quietly, stopping her progress. "This room should be left undisturbed. Death walks here, and I do not wish to face it." he calls to the group.

Shining the light up to the ceiling to see how high the room was, Ronalt slowly advanced so to illuminate the crypt, fully.

"Git a grip lad! Yer scared o' a few ghoulies wi' two clerics w' ya?"
Leaning his staffsling against the wall for a moment, Arek heaved the glowing chairleg he'd previously enchanted as far into the chamber as he could.
"Girl, git yer prayers ready," he instructed Iviana as he gripped his own crossed silver axes, the symbol of the great Father of Battle, Clanggedin Silverbeard!
[Private to GM: Continual light]

Tindoome silently chuckled at the cleric but otherwise remained silent as she followed deciding to let the two act first if it should come to some undead. No use burning trough her spells if need not be

Iviana places a hand over Gwythe's, looking into his eyes.  "When death walks, it is our duty to give it rest," she replies.  She glances past him, and then nods towards the doorway.  "But it would not be unwise to have someone making sure the door stays clear.  The undead are nothing to take lightly," she suggests.

Pulling away, then, she turns to move up closer to Arek, drawing out her own symbol, and loosening the string on the pouch at her belt.  She closes her eyes briefly, whispering something to her symbol.  Then she gives the dwarf a nod.

Kalador proceeded into the crypt. He heard Gwythe talking about death walking and almost laughed. What nonsense he thought. He began looking around for weapons or armor that could still be used, either by him or someone else in the group.

Arek throw his glowing table leg full into the burial chamber and most of the room comes into view. It is large and T-shaped. The corners of the tee hide the remainder of the room.  It is still deathly silent.



[Private to Kalador: Kalador thinks there is scope for gaining supplies but it will take time as he is aware that equipment in good contition are mixed with those in in poor condition.

Read that if there is a fight, it will be after this that he can re-equip.]

Gwythe spits on the ground and stands in the doorway. "Damn fools." He clenches his club tighter in his hand and then glances back down the way they have came.

[Private to GM: Gwythe won't enter the room, but he'll keep a much closer watch on the room than the corridor.]

Ronalt continued to slowly more forward the light slowly bringing the extent of the crypt into realisation.
"If these dead start to rise we retreat to the passageway so we can control their numbers."

Iviana glances back towards Gwythe with a grin, and whispers back a quick correction.  "Blessed fools, we hope."

The party gradually edge forward, only Gwythe remaining near the entrance.  The light form the torch thrown by Arek is gradually revealed.  Finally as the entire back was is visible, the thing the party were waiting for happened. From a rough carved passage in the south west corner, many, many undead emerge.  They move quickly, there grotesque features and stench willing the crypt. It is clear from the fluidity of their movement that these are no mindless zombies. The word 'ghoul' on Lareth's map does not convey the horror at the first sight of these foul creatures the party has seen.

OOC: there are at least eight ghouls, possibly more still to emerge from the tunnel.

Can you please role individual initiatives with your actions for this round.

Totally engrossed in studying the burials on the northen side of the chamber, Arek doesn't even notice the appearence of the undead until somebody taps him on the shoulder and points them out.

Initiative roll: 10
Modified by: Turning attempt (once he finally notices what's going on behind him! - couldn't have gotten any slower wielding a pike....)

Keeping the light shining upon the critters as the emerge. "Arek your call, retreat or send them to hell again?
Ronalt holds his action ready to defend himself aggressively if the ghouls were keen enough to charge forward.

OOC: Ronalt de Gault rolled 3 using 1d10. Initiative.
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"Send wha'?" he replied, still unaware of the danger behind him.

Kalador looked where Ronalt was shining his light and said,"Arek there are zombies coming at us." He drew his sword to defend himself.

Kalador rolled 8 using 1d10 ((8)).(Initiative)

Iviana, who listened to the Thief, is already stepping forward, lifting her holy symbol up from her chest.  "In the name of Lydia, I beseech and command you back to your rest!"  She doesn't shout it, but she speaks loudly and confidantly, despite a certain whiteness to her fingers as they grip the symbol.

OOC: Initiative 1, Turning Undead

[Private to GM: I didn't roll for her Turning, since that's one of those things many GMs prefer to do themselves - like sneaking rolls and whatnot, I guess.  Let me know if I should!]

Tindoome looks to Iviana sudden movement questioningly but it is soon answered when she seas the creatures immerging from the hole in the far wall. She drew a dagger and hurled it at the closest ghoul

18:54, Today: Tindoome Uurraumo rolled 1 using 1d10. Init.

OOC: Is a 1 good?

Gwythe watches the others turn and curses. He lifts his club and watches from the doorway, waiting for whatever is coming to round the corner so he can see it. "Told you..." he mutters under his breath.

12:35, Today: Gwythe rolled 1 using 1d10. init.

"What're y' on 'bout lad?" Arek replied grumpily still looking the wrong way. "There's nothin' 'ere!"

Kalador replied,"You are looking the wrong way. There are about eight of the things."

Turning about ready to berate Kalador, Arek caught sight of the undead.
"Ah, tol' ya there's no zombies," he stated, ignoring the fact he'd actually said there was nothing at all.
"They be ghouls!"

Kalador replied,"Well Arek whatever they are, there's a lot of them. Should we retreat or stand and defend?"

Many of the party were caught flat footed despite their vigilance.  Those not surprised moved quickly however. One of the ghouls starts to charge across the gap only to be halted in mid stride as the cleric of Lydia displays what those years of accumulated knowledge were worth.  The wrath of the god is apparent and awesome as the light of the righteous shines forth from her holy symbol....

Many of the foul creatures including the one closing on Ronalt cower in fear and retreat. Most back into the tunnel they came from. A dagger from Tindo buries itself in the back of the retreating ghoul.

Two however remain, one quickly closing the gap on Ronalt.  Yesil reacts to this charge and closes on the fell creature, her strange weighted sword cleaving the sickly smelling creature causing it to curse in some strange language and prepares to strike back.

The remaining ghoul seems indecisive, it glares at Iviana without flinching.

OOC: this is currently at 5 of the initiative scale.... Ronalt has an attack before the ghoul in front of him, anyone who rolled more than this can state their actions now but the effects will come into play when appropriate.

The numbers are a bit indistinct but #5 is fleeing with a dagger in its back, #1 is standing around and #2 is the one attacking all others are running away.

The wait had left his palm sweaty, as he swung at the ghoul he knew his mistake and it took all his skill to keep the blade in his hand. The ghoul easily being missed.

20:59, Today: Ronalt de Gault rolled 4 using 1d20+3. Ronalt R1 Longsword att.
Hit AC: 14

The ghoul attacks Yesil perceiving her the greatest threat.  It's filthy talons scrap across her exposed flesh immediately drawing blood. The barbarian does not even react to this attack or the other claw and the terrible bite it inflicts on her as she stands motionless her sword held in useless defiance.  The other ghoul closes to attack.

OOC: everyone still to go this round can do so now.

[Private to Yesil: Doncha just hate ghouls.... anyway paralysed for the foreseeable future and taken 4,2,4 in damage.]

Finally reacting to the threat, Arek thrust his crossed axes towards the ghoul taking chunks out of Yesil.
"Clanggedin Silverbeard," he began forcefully. "Ah call on ya to smite th' abomination n sen' it back ta...."
Halfway through his command, he paused, cocked his head for a moment as if listening to somebody before a look of disgust appeared on his weatherbeaten features.
"Ya wan' me ta WHAT?" he declared incredulously.
"Aww right, aw right! I'll do it...." Obviously unhappy with the result of his "discussion", Arek let his holy symbol drop back to hang from it's chain and hoisted his warhammer.
"Damn god's too lazy ta git o'ta bed 'n 'elp." he grizzled.
[Private to GM: Turn undead: 2 - fail]
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Tindoome not having the right spell to combat the undead holds back for the moment, another dagger in her hand just in case but she waits for the time being

Gwythe watches as the creatures come on in fascination, pulling one of his daggers out of his vest and holding it loosely in one hand. He lets his body lean against the wall of the doorway, his club held out in front of himself protectively. "Demons..." he mutters absently to himself.

The second ghoul continue past the inert form of Yesil and moves to confront Iviana, the hated one who put its allies to flight. Kalador moves to assist the priestess but launches an ineffective attack.  Arek prepares to strike as his god instructed him.

OOC: we're using the current initiative rolls, so anyone with 5 or lower can go now.  If the others want to post their actions, I'll move the round on rather than pause.

Gwythe pushes himself away from the wall and moves quickly around the (north) side of the room, getting himself around to the side of the creature attacking Iviana. He hefts his club as he does so, looking to surprise the monster from behind.

(Probably take a whole turn to move, I presume if that works, I can attack next turn)

Iviana takes a half step back, and swings her flail up from the floor in an arc.  She lets her holy symbol fall back to her chest - those who are going to run, are running.

[Private to GM: With 11 To-Hit, which I doubt is quite enough.]

Frustrated with his hasty attack, Ronalt lifted his blade and cut deeply and then reversed the cut with a sickening sound of limbs being removed.

R2 Attack 1 15 hit AC 3 Damage 8
R2 Attack 2 23(nat 20) AC -5 Damage 13

The air stirs as the two undead creatures move, a sickening stench threatening to empty the stomachs of one and all but only Iviana succumbs. Breakfast, eaten barely half an hour before explodes from her mouth, covering the creature moving to attack her - it barely flinches, seeming to revell in the elven womans extreme reaction.
[Private to Iviana: Failed your saving throw versus poison - badly! You're -2 to hit.]
Seeing Ronalt as an obvious (and very immediate) threat to it's continued existance, especially as it's now sporting two very nasty gashes, the Ghoul between him and Arek lashes at the ranger, missing wildly with both filthy claws and stinking fangs. Perhaps that terrible wheezing it's making is it laughing at Iviana?

Arek, Kalador (and Tindo if she wants to act this round) may act before the last enemy.

Cursing his luck, Arek's foot slips in the putrid blood spilt by Ronalts massive attack, throwing his own crushing hammer stroke well off target.
"Damn it! Stan' still ya stinkin' ghast!"

Tindoome curses at her spells, and the fact she neglected to account for undead before letting fly another dagger at the wounded undead hoping the small blade might prove enough

She keeps her spells for the time being, just in case more show up she dos not want to waste her only useful spell.
[Private to Tindoome Uurraumo: Rolled two attacks for you - both misses. You've only posted throwing one dagger though so unless you want to waste one, we can leave it at just the one. (you can throw two a round)]
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Iviana curls up slightly, clutching her stomach as she tries to stop actually heaving.  Of course, having started, even holding her breath doesn't help much.  She manages a sort of half-hearted wave of her flail, but there's no energy to it - it drifts a few inches above the floor, but never materializes into anything that can be called a swing.

[Private to GM: Whew.  Lucky thing she failed her saving throw - at least that gives her an excuse for her roll. grin  Three to hit... I think I can safely assume a damage roll is not in order here.  hehe]

Kalador swung his sword at the nearest ghoul.

OOC: Rolled an 11 using 1d20.

The ghoul in front of Iviana takes advantage of her distraction and launches a series of attacks. It tries to rake her with both claws but misses badly only to succeed in biting her. Tearing the flesh as it rears back its snarl of triumph muted as the elf shrugs off the numbing darkness that would engulf a different race easily.

Gwythe moved quickly to attack the ghoul facing the elf and offer support.

OOC: everyone up to 5 in init please....

Ghoul #1 hurt,
Ghoul #2 badly hurt
Yesil immobilised

[Private to Iviana: 3 damage]


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Gwythe takes a couple of steps behind the ghoul as it is distracted with Iviana, and then swings out with its club. He catches it just as it ducks down to bite her, and misses over the top of its head. "Dammit!" he curses!

15:50, Today: Gwythe rolled 4 using 1d20. backstab ghoul.

With his fighting movements becoming fluid, Ronalt sliced more of the ghoul away.

Initiative 3
Hit AC -3 Damage: 11

Ronalt's sword tears deep into the vitals of the sticking undead creature and it silently collapsed to the ground. The various wounds oozed putrid liquids that threatened to make everyone nauseous.

OOC: Everyone else can take their turn
Ghoul #1 hurt,
Ghoul #2 dead dead
Yesil immobilised

Tindoome throws two daggers at the undead creature with a single one remaining in her hand. She dos hope it never comes to a situation she will need to use it

[Private to GM:
19:24, Today: Secret Roll: Tindoome Uurraumo rolled 16 using 1d20. 2.
19:24, Today: Secret Roll: Tindoome Uurraumo rolled 14 using 1d20. 1.

2 clean D20 rolls, im not shore about how this is supose to be modified :)

]

Kalador attacked ghoul 1 with his sword.

Kalador rolled a 3 using 1d20.

Satisfied that the ghast was down and out, Arek stepped over it's hacked and shredded corpse to attack from behind the one pressing Iviana.
Hammer, counter-balanced by shield, swung in a vicious arc towards the unaware, or maybe just uncaring ghast. The sound of cracking bone and bruised flesh echoed from the crypt walls in competition with laboured breathing, creaking leather and grinding armour plate.

"There, tha'll tea, ya to pick o' a lassie!"
[Private to GM: 4 points damage]

Iviana's eyes are still watering.  Her flail waves out, missing the ghoul and continuing to clarify why the verb "to flail" suggests something semi-random.

[Private to GM: I wasn't sure if she's still nauseous or not, but she rolled a six if not and a four if she is...]

The second ghast, as Arek had correctly identified them succumbed to the combination of Arek's hammer and Tindo's dagger, leaving them staring at a putrid mess of grey flesh and bones. Iviana continued to gag, the sight of the dead creatures adding to the initial effects. Yesil started off into space still motionless as the others gathered their breaths.

There were no more ghouls or ghasts in the crypt, all having fled down the tunnels.

Tindoome took a torch in hand and carefully approached the tunnel staying far away from the wall. Just lining up her sight once she was close enough she threw the torch in all the while ready to cast her spell should it be needed

If clear:

"Quick grab something we need to block this path off before we are up to our necks in the creatures" She offers with some urgency in her voice

Tindo threw the torch down the tunnel, its glow visible from the main room of the crypt.

[Private to Tindoome Uurraumo: It was a rough hewn passageway that angled off to the right after about twenty feet. Tindo got the impression of movement from beyond.  She also noticed a gold coin on the ground about ten feet into the tunnel]

Tindoome pointed into the tunnel and looked to the others "There is something beyond the bend, and I think Thai might be something of value in their" Pointing with a finger "See a gold coin"

Ronault steps away from the stink and flicks the gore from his blade upon the ground.
"Is there a way we can release Yesil from her paralysis?"

Gwythe steps away from the undead corpse in distate, and looks carefully around the room, watching out for further dangers. He spits on the floor and pokes one of the skeletons lining the walls with his club. "Feel free to run in there and fetch it. I'll wait here."

Iviana moves back a bit, and makes her way over to the north wall.  Pressing her forehead against the cold stone, she tries to take some deep breaths away from the intense stench.  "Can't...promise, how long they'll...stay away," she warns.

Gwythe poked at a skeleton in one of the niches and it fell out on the ground with a clatter of bones. Unlike the ghouls remaining in the tunnel it is clearly dead. Yesil continues to stare into space there being little sing of any recovery, yet. Arek thought it would be several minutes before she returned to normal  Iviana finally manages to control her stomach and regain some composure.

Tindoome remains in place in her guard position diagonally with the tunnel her hands up so she can fling her spell down the tunnel if it should prove necessary and then be out of their as fast as she can.

OOC: So for the moment we are waiting for Yesil to get unparalyzed?

Ronalt moves over to near the hole the undead critters exited the room.
Putting the lantern down he pulled a flask of oil from his pack and splashed it about the inside of the tunnel so it could be lit if needed.
"So Arek we wanting to dispatch these critters or just seal this rat hole they crawled out of?"

Gwythe looks with idle interest at the skeleton and then turns and looks at the others. "Aye..." he says absently. "There's nothing to be gained 'ere. No treasure, nothing but half dead souls. We should leave as soon as we can."

"Ya wanna seal 'em up? How?" Arek growled, derisively kicking at the corpse with his boot.
"Ya t'ink they'd nout be diggin' 'emselves ou' agin?"
Ghouls, ghasts, whatever they called themselves were renown for their strength. Anything that they could pile up to block the tunnels could probably be removed in half the time by the creatures who would then be free once more to ravage the surrounding landscape.

"Well I suppose we best get ourselves ready to deal with them as they come out to feast upon us."
"Anyone got some more oil?" Ronalt queried his sword ready to hew upon more undead if they stuck their head out.

Kalador stood near Tindoome with his sword at the ready. He was prepared to defend himself against these ghasts.

Gwythe glances at Iviana and then over at the tunnel. He spits on the ground and lifts his club up to his face to allow him to wipe his mouth with his wrist.

"Don't turn them this time. No point sending them back in their hole if we're just going to wait for them to come back out." He steps in front of Iviana and watches the tunnel intently.

Tindoome informed them on the particulars of her spell speaking slowly and keeping her guard up "I have not come prepared for fighting undead, after the last time I assumed more goblinoids so I have only one spell capable of inflicting harm on the. Do not step before me before I cast it, I just hope they will be inclined to come a couple at the time in the tight tunnel "

She turns her attention to Gwythe "Could you be kind enough to gather my daggers and slide them in my belt so I have them for later? "

OOC: Ok so the plan is we wait till they come out trough the now oily passage I hope a couple of them, my spell s a line effect witch I will cast prepared down the tunnel hopefully getting at least a couple and lighting the oil

Then I will withdraw tray bottlenecking them in the burning passage

"No oil," Iviana replies, but she pulls out a small flask from a pouch anyway.  "I do, however, keep some holy water, if we need it.  Gwythe, I see the wisdom of your thought, and so long as we can keep them trapped here and we are winning, I will abide.  If they begin to push past us, however, I think it would be best to send them, or at least a portion of them, away again."

She stays back a bit for the moment, holding her symbol and whispering softly. [Private to GM: Casting her Portent spell; do you want me to do the rolls for it, so I can help keep track, or do you want to do it `by the book'?]

Gwythe approaches one of the corpses with a look of distaste, reaching out and pulling the dagger out from the decaying flesh. He glances around and then steps over to the wall, scraping as much of the gore off it as he can by running the flat sides against a stone. He picks up the other blade and holds them out to Tindoome. "You'll have to throw your belt away if you put that one in it. Smells disgusting."

Before long the party can hear the sounds of the ghouls approaching. Their foul smells preceeding them and their disgusting skin making everyone only wish to see their destruction. They rush headlong seemingly oblivious to danger. Bursting into the room the first two make for Ronalt and Kalador the rest claw at the party from behind but their way is blocked.

OOC: please excuse crappy map...  I've placed everyone where I think they should be based on their posts please let me know if I am in error.

The front rank of Arek, Ronalt, Kalador and Iviana each get a melee attack before the charging ghouls.  Gwythe and Tindo can make missle attacks.

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Y-Yesil          T-Tindo
R-Ronalt         G-Gwythe
A-Arek           I-Iviana
K-Kalador

3,4 etc ghouls

[Private to Iviana: Your spell gives you the feeling of a fair outcome]
[Private to Arek Blackiron: You are pretty sure the ones left are ghouls rather than ghasts]
[Private to Gwythe; Tindoome Uurraumo: Gwythe had plenty time to give Tindo her daggers before the attack]

Ronalt was ready and his longsword hewed into the advancing ghoul removing an arm at the shoulder. "Damn they stink worse than a boneyard."

OOC: Longsword Hit AC 1 & 13 damage

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Tindoome re positions her self and shouts out to  Arek [Dwarf] When you are done swinging step away from them so I have a clear path" She makes her self ready to loose a spell at them

Prepared Action: As soon as Arek is out of the way cast Agannazar`s Scorcher down a straight line (4,6)

Maybe Iviana has a grudge, or something, but her flail whips up and over her head, to whistle past Kalador and crack solidly down onto Ghoul #3's head.

[Private to GM: 18 To-Hit, for 12 damage]

Kalador swung his sword at Ghoul 3's chest. He had the satisfaction of seeing the ghoul sliced open.

Kalador rolled a 19 using 1d20.

Gwythe waits for a few seconds for a clear shot, and then throws his dagger at ghoul 6. It misses to the side and crashes into the wall behind.

(Seriously, I don't think I've had a good roll since I joined the game! Cursed I tell you...)

The charging ghouls were cut down as they approached.  Iviana and Kalador teamed up to scythe the first one down, while Ronalt and Tindo finished off the one in front of Arek. The dwarven priest can thank his vertically challenged stature as he just ducked in time to avoid Tindo's spell.

The next rank of ghouls approached a bit warier than the first but clearly headed for the chopping block.

OOC: initiatives with actions please. #6 and 8 are flame scorched

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Y-Yesil          T-Tindo
R-Ronalt         G-Gwythe
A-Arek           I-Iviana
K-Kalador

3,4 etc ghouls

Kalador rolled an 8 using 1d20. When it's his turn, he'll swing his sword at Ghoul # 7.

Out of useful spells Tindoome turns to what she has, as she flicks two daggers at the creatures she glances about having an odd feeling she might have to resort to throwing tocks at these creatures

OOC: DM did the Scorching ray set the oil Ronalt spilled on fire?


06:01, Today: Tindoome Uurraumo rolled 19 using 1d20. 2nd.
06:01, Today: Tindoome Uurraumo rolled 19 using 1d20. 1st.

:D

Ronalt assaulted by the stink of roasting undead, paused long enough for the next rank of critters to climb over the husks of their den mates. His longsword met them with deadly effect the back hand cutting into the second ghoul beside him.

Round 2: longsword attack 1 23(crit) hit AC-5 damage 6
       : longsword attack 2 15 hit AC3 damage 13