Roak retrieves his dagger and moves away from the door again.

Plathstream nods to the others. "Prepare your ranged weapons. When I open the door, try to kill as many as remain. We can then engage and destroy them."

<Let me know when you guys are ready.>

Gar obliged the command of the elf, grudgingly admitting to himself that Plathstream was a good tactician when it came to door-breaching. He dropped his warhammer into its loop and readied his trusty old crossbow. Kneeling down so his taller companions could shoot over his head, he gave an enthusiastic nod. "Crack and Crumble lad, I'm ready!"

"I don't use this very much but let's see what happens."  Sherborne readies his sling.

Roak stows his dagger and pulls his bow, ready to shoot.

As soon as all the others are ready, Plathstream bashes the door open!

"A moment, please," says Silverglade. Then he begins to move his fingers in the intricate patterns required to cast a spell, while chanting words of power that were ancient when the world was forged.

OOC: Silverglade has cast a sleep spell at the area behind the door.

Plathstream smiles in appreciation for Silverglade's subtle action.

He'll open the door if needs be to give Silverglade a chance to cast that spell.

Plathstream correctly surmises that Silverglade will need to be able to cast through the opened doorway, and has he senses that the other elf is only a word or two away from completion, he throws the door open.

Silverglade's spell immediately sends two of the three remaining rats into a very deep sleep, but the third charges the pair of elves at the door, but doesn't manage to get past the armor on either.

18:25, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 10 using 1d20.  Attack Roll.
18:25, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 7 using 1d20.  Attack Roll.

<Attacks?>

Plathstream tries to retaliate....

Hit AC 8 for 5 damage.
22:08, Today: Plathstream rolled 5 using 1d10+1.  Damage on rat.
22:08, Today: Plathstream rolled 12 using 1d20+1.  Chop a rat.

Roak misses a rat...

Clear miss.
22:08, Today: Roak The Quick rolled 5,7 using 1d20+1,1d6+1.  Shoot a rat.

His shot ricocheted off the floor as the sudden rush of the vermin beast surprised the dwarf. He continued muttering his dwarven epithets. Stowing his crossbow again, he drew his warhammer, did a few limbering exercises and prepared for a most impressive attack when the next opportunity presented itself...

The Crossbow Tragedy: Albricht Burghammer rolled 6,3 Attack, Damage.

When she can get a good shot at the shrew, Vsaati takes it.

03:31, Today: Vsaati rolled 7 using 1d20+3.  Attack shrew.
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Silverglade is spooked to see that a shrew withstood the power of his spell, and in his haste to switch to melee he misses it with his sword.

13:51, Today: Silverglade rolled 8 using 1d20+1. To hit (sword).

"Looks like it's time for a stoning."  Sherborne lets the rock fly.

Sherborne rolled 17 using 1d20+1.  Attack with sling.  Hits AC 1
Sherborne rolled 4 using 1d4.  Damage - not sure if I get +1 str or dex with this or not. 5 points if I do.

<Sherborne: you get the +1 from you Strength with the sling.>

General panic ensues when the sleep spell does not take down all of the shrews, but Sherborne's cool head prevails and his well-placed projectile staves in the side of the one remaining creature's head, dropping it instantly.

Aside from the two sleeping shrews in this room, the group sees scenes of a throne room painted on the walls of this room, with a man shown giving advice to kinds and queens.  In the center of the room is a wooden coffin in which large holes have been gnawed.

Plathstream efficiently kills the two sleeping rats with his greatsword, letting the others search.

Roak, for his part, searches the coffin.

Silverglade will examine the paintings, to see if he can find any clues about their predicament or find anything unusual there.

Albricht gathered up his bolts and then made his way into the room. He joined Silverglade by the fresco and examined it, especially for some indication of a concealment. "Well lads, that could have gone better, but it wasn't bad." The sun-bleached dwarf did what he could to clean his bite wound and dress it.

Sherborne grabs his stone and then takes a look at Albricht's wound to see if he can tell whether it's diseased or anything. "Let's hope the rat didn't add any extra flavors to that bite."

Plathstream efficiently dispatches the sleeping shrews, which is much easier than when they were awake.

Roak finds that the coffin is filled with shredded bits of cloth, piled up in a matted nest.  While not completely foul-smelling, it does smell a bit unpleasant, and there is a lot of it.  It would take some time and possibly a strong stomach to remove it and thoroughly search the coffin.

Silverglade finds that the paintings depict scenes from somewhere that isn't a sandy desert, and none of the people look familiar, although the theme of rulers and their servants has been common so far, in this place.

Albricht searches the walls and finds no concealed features.

Initially, Sherborne sees no sign of infection in the bite wounds, but his experience says that they often don't show up for a day or so when there is an infection, and that close monitoring of the wounds and Albricht's condition is well-advised.

"Better keep an eye on that anyway.  Seems ok now though."

Sherborne seeing that the coffin doesn't appear especially threatening keeps an eye out while the others search around.

"Bah! Burghammers have ever been resilient to the likes of nasty critters... with the exception of my great-uncle Wydor... got sat on by some carrion crawler. Found out about three weeks later that the filthy beastie had injected some eggs into his belly. We called him Uncle Wormy after that. The Yule-tide feast that year was... unpleasant. He sorta took the little maggots under his wing, like a mother wyvern, followed him around everywhere. One day they were gone. All we found was his armor."

Albricht's eyes took on a look of sudden concern as he gingerly touched the bite wound. He glanced around at his companions defiantly. "Hrrrumph!"