Lann opens the door

A very large crossbar of bronze is slid before this decaying wooden door. Lann slides it across and opens the door.

As soon as the door is opened long serrated forelimbs snatch out of the darkness as a horrifying conglomeration of human and insect...or spider..or crustacean lurched out from the shadows to the right.

Her face was twisted and her eyes had been replaced by black stones, multiple razor-sharp legs and arms replaced her human limbs and her mouth was a mass of twitching hooks and knife-like tongues.

“Help me attack her,” Lann requests the fey undead as he attacks
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The skeleton gives a slight shrug and moved to attack, " Very well, if you fall we will use your frame."

The combatants slashed and grabbed at each other but none were able to land a hit...except Lann who hit hard cracking one of the legs raking at him.






11:28, Today: GM, on behalf of Toirneach Lann, rolled 11,5 using 1d20,1d4+2.  ATT 23 - DEF 10.


11:31, Today: GM, for the NPC Fungus Man, rolled 14,3 using 1d20,1d3.  ATT 13 - DEF 0.


11:37, Today: GM, for the NPC Arthroform, rolled 14,1 using 1d20,1d6.  ATT 22 - DEF 15.
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The opponets ducked and weaved and struck at each other...








OOC:


20:09, Today: GM, on behalf of Toirneach Lann, rolled 16,3 using 1d20,1d4+2.  ATT 23 - DEF 10.

20:11, Today: GM, for the NPC Arthroform, rolled 10,3 using 1d20,1d6.  ATT 22 - DEF 15.

20:14, Today: GM, for the NPC Fungus Man, rolled 11,3 using 1d20,1d3.  ATT 13 - DEF 0.

Lann continues to attack.

Lann and the abomination duck and weave, the lumbering fungal skeleton latches onto the tortured thing and is dragged around the room with it....


15:38, Today: GM, on behalf of Toirneach Lann, rolled 18,5 using 1d20,1d4+2.  ATT 23 - DEF 10.

15:39, Today: GM, for the NPC Fungus Man, rolled 8,2 using 1d20,1d3.  ATT 13 - DEF 0.

15:40, Today: GM, for the NPC Arthroform, rolled 13,1 using 1d20,1d6.  ATT 22 - DEF 15.

Lann continue to strike.

Eventually Lann managed to hack the tortured form apart and it collapsed to the ground and grew still, the fungal skeleton kept bashing at it with club-like fists.

Lann thanks the warrior and searches the room and beast for lunch treasure

The fungus caked skeleton begins lumbering back to the room full of fungi.

Lann searches the room and finds a large iron cage with a broken door and a trough of rotting flesh, bones and organs...mostly eaten.

Scratched into the wall behind the cage is a rough message gouged out of the rock with razored limbs.

Who was I?

Among the filth beneath the cage Lann finds a gold ring with the initials L.M. and F.K. stamped om the inside.

Lann uses perception of sorcery on the ring and the room.

Ooc:
What are my options of rooms
To explore?

The ring and room appear to be mundane.

You recall that there was a door to the south in the fungal room south of here, and other corridors further back.

Lann proceeds to keep the ring. He goes to the room to the South that he remembered.

As you open the door you see three horrific creatures, amalgams of human, beasts and darker things...then you realise that these terrors are dead and stuffed.

Eaten by damp and decay, the skins have gone mangy, the flesh moldering and liquescent, and vivid streaks of bright mold climb up all the bestial shapes.

The stench is atrocious.

There appear to be no other exits from this room.

Lann sees if theres anything magical in the room, burns the boeiies and searches for secret doors.

There appears to be nothing magical, or secret doors just death and torture which you burn.

Lann goes back to the place with doors unexplored

Lann went back to the original junction and took the unexplored passageway.

As he travelled down it he saw a door to his right and a door that it ended in.

Lann will open the door to his right if he hasn’t done so
Before that he heard his noises

Lann opens the door.

A table sits in the middle of the room, a beast remains fixed to the table here, a silver-skinned thing as much fanged fish as man. Its flesh has festered around the staples through its wrists and ankles over the centuries, but its internal organs are still heaped in piles around its torso. It is somewhat impossibly, still alive and breathing shallowly.

Around the room, yellow elixir reagents sit in flasks on the worktables.

Lann approaches and asks the beast what is he doing here

It groans in agony and fixes him with one maddened glassy eye...its organs laying beside it still seem to preserve their functions....lungs inflate and deflate...a bivalve heart flutters...

Lann sees if there is anything magical in this room. He begins to think this Duke is a mad man,

( Begins?)

Lann finds nothing truly magical but the yellow elixirs and reagents seem to have a very, very faint glow of magic.