As all of the team's archers finally join in the barrage on the hydra Minmorc decides this is a perfect opportunity for a wager. One by one everyone else accepts the idea and commits 20gp each to the pot.

Minmorc's first arrow hits and punches deep into the hydra's body but the huge reptile doesn’t fall.

While Jurz pulls out a wand to join in the fun his flaming sphere rolls back at the hydra again. This time it hits and scorches the hydra again but the huge reptile doesn't fall.

Raven's crossbow bolt hits too, but the huge reptile doesn't fall.

Moffa conjures caltrops under the hydra but it manages to avoid stepping on one.

Giant Bully shoots his giant bow but only manages to prove that size isn't everything. His giant arrow misses.

Dregz finally shoots his small crossbow, after brushing the hair out of his eyes to line up the perfect shot. His little crossbow bolt punches through a patch of the hydra's thick hide scorched by Jurz's flaming sphere and disappears into the hydra's chest. The hydra goes Aargh, gurgles and falls down, right on top of Moffa's caltrops!

Minmorc's second arrow hits and also punches deep into the hydra's body.

Then Jurz flicks a glob of fire at the hydra from his wand, which chars the ends of the arrows sticking out of the hydra's body as well as scorching its scaly hide.

The hydra's wounds show no signs of healing this time as it lies lifeless on the ledge.

OOC: (Round 7). Main Game Map updated. Actions have been taken in the order posted but if it involved a move action and a standard action then everyone's first part of their action was processed first then everyone's second part of their action. I hope that makes sense. :o)

Jurz, who has seen things that are supposed to be dead, suddenly wake up again -  leaves his flaming sphere up against the hydra just to make sure that it doesn't suddenly stabilise.  Peering towards the monster he asks, "Is it really deads ..."

Minmorc will sink to his knees, laughing so hard he cries. "Dregzie, dat woz a boootiful shot, jus boootiful. Right everyone, Dregz won, pay up!" Stashing his bow in his bag he will fish two platinum out of a pouch. Collecting his spear he will hop off the ledge and will walk over to Dregz, shaking the goblins hand and giving him the coins. Unless someone has other plans he will walk over and stab the Hydra in the heart a couple a times.

"I hopes its deads Jurzies, cos I's goin ter sleeps on it if its got some softie bits."

But before sleeping, Moffdust trots down the stairs to join Dregz at the door. "Good shotses Dregzie." She puts 20gp in his bag. "Is dere any magicks on de doorses?" She yawns and screws the monocle into her eye in case something needs to be identified.

"Yes! Dat's just as it wuz written!" Dregz exclaims as his arrow gets the credit it deserves for slaying the hydra.

When Moffa asks about the door he turns and looks at it again for a moment before answering.

"Just one magics on the door. Only a faint magics. One of dem ab-joo-ray-shuns. Dem protection type magics."

He shrugs then grins and trots up the stairs to the ledge to collect the rest of his winnings.

Jurz hands over his 20 golds to Dregs and pats the hairy goblin on the shoulder.  "Youse can affords a haircut now ..." he teases, as he mops his own bald pate.

"I scored da biggest miss.  Does dat get me da second prize?" Bulldust asks hopefully.  But, anticipating the likely answer, he quickly pours his stack of giant sized gold coins into Dregz' bag, where they promptly resume their proper size.

The giant bugbear cuts off the hydra's green head and sticks it on his longspear.  "She looks good up dere.  Fink Bzerrk Tmarro will be happy to see her again?""  He searches around the hydra's body for treasure.
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Sadly the hydra was not guarding any treasure at all. This Talon of Tiamat fellow doesn't seem to have much idea of how a proper dragon's lair is supposed to look.

So, what next? Moffa is clearly voting to stop here and rest long enough to refresh her spells. Is everyone else going to go along with that?

Jurz is happy to take a break here as well.  While he still has some spells left, it is always good to tackle new problems fresh, and fully spelled up!

Bulldust is ready to sleep and regain some bugbear-magic powers.  He works out when will be his turn on watch, eats something if someone remembered to bring food, but is not interested in trying hydra meat if it's offered.  He pulls up a hydra leg and settles down near Moffa.  He props the spear with Green Head where he can look at her.  He likes her better now she's dead.  (Nothing weird about this, perfectly normal teenage bugbear fantasy.)  He frowns and scratches his shoulder where the bristly bugbear hair is already beginning to grow back after yesterday's full body waxing.  Have to ask Dregzie about that ... he probably knows something about hair removal, being a priest and all.  Maybe Bargriefyuk wrote something about it in da book.  And Jurzie ... maybe he has the secret.  It just seems wrong to be covered in fur ... Green Head has such pretty scales...  He takes out the green dragon scale he found in the pantry downstairs and scrubs it up with a nearby hydra tongue (no, not Green Head's) and polishes it with hydra grease until it gleams.  Then he drills it with that hydra's tooth and threads it on a spare bow string and hangs it around his neck.  He waits for sleep and dreams of storming barricades and chasing elves...

Minmorc will cook up a big hydra steak, decides it tastes like crocodile and cooks up another one. He'll offer to throw another steak on the BBQ for anyone else that wants one. He'll then curl up under the staircase, with the stairs between him and the door in a cacoon of furs with his spear sticking out.

That's close enough to a unanimous vote. Those of you who prepare spells each day can go ahead and update your prepared spells for the next day.

Let me know where everyone is spending the 'night' and any precautions in place during this period.

Jurz makes a bed for himself  halfway around the ledge from the stairs, and settle down to sleep.  Then he dreams fitfully of riding a large flying bat/dog  called Rog into battle ...
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The little goblin grins inanely as he collects his winnings.  Admittedly his single shot was a lucky one (he had his eyes closed) and his victory was mostly due to Jurz's flambeing of the beast, but he's very pleased with himself, nevertheless.

"When we's done here, I'm buyin' der drinkses !" he announces to his tribe.

After all this excitement, Dregz fancies a rest too, and even though he's worried that someone is bound to turn up, he doesn't want to spoil the mood by chivvying everyone to keep going.

"I'll take der first watch," the priest volunteers staunchly, fitting another bolt to his crossbow, ready for what comes.
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Bulldust secures the door from the Pedestal passage, locking it if he can and spiking it shut from inside.  He sets an alarm at the top of the stairs in the room above, laying his old shovel Vera across the second step down like a trip hazard, but cunningly propping the blade on two empty potion vials arranged such that the vials are hidden by the shovel blade and one will topple off the step if the shovel is moved.

Downstairs he spikes shut the lower door and props his longspear almost vertically against it, set to topple over if the door is shoved from the other side.

He sleeps on the hydra next to Moffa.

Everyone's preparations work smoothly enough that the team feels they have done all they can to ensure nothing will get in without them knowing it. Everything is quiet and the team enjoys a full nine hours of rest and prayers for those who need to pray for their gods to grant them more spells for the next step in their adventure. There is just enough time for breakfast as well.

During this final stage it is Raven who is on watch and she has stationed herself beside the lower door. She suddenly hears faintly the sound of a voice on the other side of the door. A male voice, she thinks, but she doesn't understand the words. It sounds a bit like when Moffa is saying one of her spells. Raven frantically waves her arms to get everyone's attention and puts her ear to the door - obviously listening.

OOC: Main game map updated. Everyone is at full hit points and all casters have a full complement of spells. Anyone planning to cast long duration spells tonight (tens of minutes or hours duration) before heading further into the depths of this Talon of Tiamat will already have cast them this morning but shorter duration spells will not have been cast yet.

Minmorc will wave back and will calmly walk down to the door Raven is listening at. Great axe in one hand he will start yanking Bullies spikes out of the door frame.

Jurz moves around the ledge, climbing over the Hydra and settles down to us one of the necks as cover.  Peeking over the top, he looks down through the chamber's central void as he watches the scene unfold below.

Dregz has two large floppy ears for languages and starts to creep over towards the doors, hoping Minmorc's enthusiastic efforts pass unnoticed by the owners of the voices beyond the door ... at least long enough for the priest to try to pick up a little of what is being said.

Raven only heard one voice beyond the door and it only lasted about four or five seconds. By the time Minmorc and Dregz get there the voice has stopped but Dregz does hear quick footsteps fading away.

"S'gone quiet," Dregz informs his tribe, "cept for footsteps - sounds like someone's running away."

The little goblin considers this very quickly before hastily backing away and urging everyone else in proximity to do the same.

"Just goin' ta see if der is any spells on der door now," he advises, bravely peeking out from just around the corner of the alcove, waggling his fingers as he concentrates ...

Dregz concentrates on the door for half a minute, so there is time for anyone else to do other things during those three rounds if they want to.
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Jurz pulls out his wand and settles down behind the Hydra's neck.

Bulldust comes down near the door with his chainflail and a potion of Enlarge Person ready.  "Maybe we should burst out an surprise em before dey get away?"

When Raven guessed that someone was casting a spell, Moffdust rushes to the door. She looks for a keyhole to peek through, otherwise she will try to peek under the door. If she can see beyond the door she will cast a teleport spell. If not then she will cast a summoning spell. Cat the Bat flutters down and settles back inside her cloak.
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The little goblin shakes his head as he opens his eyes to glare at the offending portal through his mane of hair.

"Dat's cheatin' !" Dregz accuses, pointing his finger at the door.  "Der wuz only wun spell on it before an' now der's two !"

"Dey're not very strong spellz," the priest allows, "but dey might still be nasty."

By the time that Dregz completes his investigation and announces there are now two (not very strong) spells on the door everyone else is ready to get going.

Minmorc has pulled out the spikes that Bully had used to jam the door shut, Jurz has a wand in hand as he hides behind the hydra's heads, Bully is ready with his chainflail and a potion and Raven is ready with her rapier in hand.

Moffa can't find a crack to let her see past the door so she summoned a large dire wolf for a guard dog. Naturally, that caused a moment of excitement until she bravely threw herself in front of the great beast to protect it from being attacked by everyone else.

Finally, everyone is ready to tackle the door. There is no sound from behind the door now.

OOC: Main game map updated. The door would open away from this chamber but it seems to be locked or jammed or barred on the other side.
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Minmorc will give the door a half hearted shove and then will look to the rest of the group. "Anyone wanna try sumfing smart wid der door or you want me ter use my key?" He will hold up his great axe, clearly keen to insert it in the lock.

Smart enough to know not to admit it, Dregz takes up position with his flail just around the corner, happy to have the stone at his back and a big Orc between himself and whatever lies upon or on the other side of the door.

Jurz settles in behind the Hydra neck, ready to provide missile support -  until he knows what is  behind the door.  Or whether it is going to explode ...

Bugbears are sneaky.  So when Min offers to risk opening the door, Bulldust hides around the corner on the other side to Dregz.  He drinks a potion of Protection from Evil and stows the potion of Enlarge Person at the top of his pouch.  He loops his chainflail over his elbow and puts his fingers in his flayed green ears.  "Let me know if yer need any help, Min." he offers, but probably not able to hear any reply.

Moffdust moves over behind Bully. "How tough and brave and fearless we's goblins is. And also smarts. We's leads from a safe distances." She pulls the dire wolf back with her and stretches up to pat its muzzle. "Dis ways Wolfie. When de doors is open youse follows de smells an eats dem all ups."

She casts Protection from Evil on Min.

Everyone takes up position and finishes their preparations and Minmorc thumps his shoulder into the door. Nothing happens. The door doesn’t look all that strong but it is obviously locked or jammed solidly enough to withstand that bump. It might even be more than Minmorc’s best efforts can burst open by brute force alone.

OOC: Main game map updated.

Minmorc has spent the time compiling all that he knows about racial influence on architectural styling to visualise the exact location of the locking mechanism and restraining bar. Calculating the perfect angle of incision and the exact force required to cleanly clear this obstruction without causing undesired secondary reactions he snarls and introduces the door to his axe wife, twice.

It might be sensible to suggest that the whole tribe push, but it's definitely not sensible to be the one to suggest it !  Dregz crouches down just a little further as Minmorc tries his wickedly sharp key.

This door is a very sensible door. It knows when the writing is on the wall. At the first blow of Minmorc's adamantine greataxe the door makes a break for it, scatters into a dozen fragments and flees down the stairs that it was hiding.

A 5-foot wide staircase slopes down for 10 feet, turns right and continues downward, disappearing out of sight around the bend. There is no sign of anything else on the stairs.

Minmorc staggers a little as the door has succeeded a tumble check to avoid his second blow. Growling "Oi, come back, wasn't done wid you..." If others don't swarm forward Minmorc will prowl down the staircase, his big key ready to unlock more things and people.

Dregz holds his breath, ground and flail (tightly) as he waits for all Hell to issue forth now that their way is ... 'unbarred' seems a little underbaked for Minmorc's mighty effort !

Seeing as nothing barrels through the door, Jurz puts his wand away and heads down stairs to join the others.

"Good job Min."  Now that
the door with the spells is gone, Bulldust pushes past Min and down the stairs, fingers still in ears and sniffing to catch the scent of the person who just passed.  He moves 30' down the stairs and around the bends.

Moffdust grabs the dire wolf by its whiskers and urges it to follow Bully. "Sniffs dem out Wolfie."

When Minmorc busts the door open, Bully and the dire wolf hurry down the stairs, sniffing as they go.  Everyone else follows them down. The dire wolf is so large it virtually fills the width of the staircase and nobody behind can see much past it.

The stairs slope down for 10 feet, turn right and slope down another 15 feet, then turn right again and slope down a final 15 feet. The stairs end at another closed door. There are no hinges on this side so the door probably opens away from you.

OOC: Main game map updated.

Bulldust is now too excited to be sneaky.  "I'm goin in.  Moffa can ya ask da wolf ter lend a paw?"  He blows a little bugbear magic into his right fist, which grows grey and stoney-looking.  He then crouches down and charges his right shoulder into the door, possibly with a wolf pushing as well. 

08:02, Today: Bulldust rolled 20 using 1d20+8.  Str check to burst door .(Ignore second roll, iPad resubmitted roll when I went back to page)
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Moffdust gives the dire wolf's hind leg a hopeful shove "Gets going Wolfie!"

"Can youse get him to let me ride?" Jurz asks Moffa, as he points at the dire wolf.  "He's a bit like de old Rog, an I hasn't had a good ride in ages ..."

Bully smashes the door open and it slams back against the wall of the chamber behind it. Jurz scurries forward past Minmorc to clamber up onto the dire wolf's back as soon as Moffa nods.

This chamber is circular like the two above it but slightly smaller. It is 50 feet in diameter and the domed ceiling rises to peak 20 feet above the floor. All of the walls are again painted with images of chromatic dragons.

But the most startling feature of the chamber is a 20-foot wide pit running east west across the full width of the chamber. The pit drops 10 feet below floor level to a pool of dark water seething with literally dozens of crocodiles!

The northern portion of the room is bare but the southern portion is furnished as someone's bedroom with a narrow bed, a chest, a desk and chair against the southern wall. There is also another closed door in the southeast portion of the wall, more or less opposite the one that Bully has just opened.

There is no sign of the owner of this bedroom.

OOC: Main game map updated. Bully and Jurz have each taken one move action so far this round.

Minmorc will help Jurz onto the dire wolf and will smile happily, it's really cute seeing a jersey on a puppy. When he can make it into the room he will follow suit and start sniffing for magic, though he will find it hard to concentrate past the awe inspired by a bedroom with its own moat. "So we slept on der cryin hydra mattress when we coulda had der penthouse wid der swim in wardrobe?! Lookit, its even has a range o boots an handbags for der accessorizin, dis room is awesome!"

"Dat's a lot ov gnashers," Dregz peers out from behind a protective shield of big Orc to pronounce judgment on the pit of crocodiles.

"Ise can float over der, an' carry a goblin wid me ... if wese heard voices by der door, den dey had some way ov gettin' across.  Mebbe der's a button dat makes a magic bridge ?!!"

OOC: If any goblin proves game (I'm lookin' at you, Moffa), Dregz will use his boots to levitate and then drag himself and his passenger along the wall to the far side of the chamber.  Two goblins are better than one when it comes to a thorough search !  ;>

Jurz has beening surveying the 'moat' from atop his mount.  "If only dis big dog coulds get a decent run up ..."  Jurz mutters, as he considers trying to get the Dire Wolf to jump the 20ft gap.

"What do you fink  dey feed dem on?" he asks squinting at them sideways.  "And if dere isn't a button maybe dere's an invisibubble bridge ..."
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Minmorc isn't keen on an Indiana Jones leap of faith but he's always up for a lord of the rings toss a mate :)

Moffdust grins when Jurz asks her permission to ride. She pulls on Wolfie's tail to make him sit, and then Min helps Jurz climb on. "He's yours for de whole days Jurzie. Now Wolfie, youse does what Jurzie says."

She enters the room and peers dubiously at the moat, casting Detect Magic to help her see if its real. "Lets go Dregzie." She clings onto his waist while he floats them over and she concentrates.

OOC: Wolfie has jump +21 but without 20' run up the DC would be doubled (40 instead of 20).
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Bulldust is itching to get across before all his spells run out, but he has no way to cross the moat.  He moves to the closest edge of the moat, crouches down and sniffs, trying to catch the scent of water and crocs.  He even dangles the white donger end of the chainflail into the water.  "Yeah.  Wot'd dey all eat?"

The team all move out into the circular chamber – most staring at the crocodile infested indoor swimming pool. Bully even dangles the white head of his chainflail down into the water. 

Moffa clutches tightly to Dregz's waist as he starts to float up into the air and he starts clambering across the wall above the pool with Moffa in tow.

Moffa and Minmorc both cast a spell.

Then a male voice is heard from the southern side of the room, obviously speaking the words of a spell, although the speaker is not in sight. Seconds later a tiny ball of flame appears (at grid ref J59) and streaks across the pool straight at the dire wolf's nose. But just as the tiny ball of flame is about to hit the wolf it suddenly explodes in a huge fireball, 40 feet in diameter. Minmorc, Bully, Raven, Jurz and the dire wolf are all engulfed by the fireball but Dregz and Moffa have just barely moved far enough away to narrowly escape the flames.

OOC: Main game map updated.
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"Dat's not nice ...." Jurz shouts and he digs his heels into the dire wolf and drives him forwards towards the moat full of crocodiles ....  "Gets him, wolfie ..."

OOC: 20:12, Today: Jurz rolled 20 using 1d20+5.

Dregz whimpers and redoubles his efforts to pull himself and Moffa along the wall ...

As Minmorc continues to sniff for magic there is a flash and he starts to smell something burning, it's distracting and Minmorc is going to be really angry when he eventually realises it's him. Stepping behind Bully he will growl to Raven "Birdie girl, I eard a voice over der odder side and I don't want ter hear im again, don't like wot e has ter say. Shoot dis arrow at im an we won't ave ter listen ter im anymore." Thinking of that magic moment when the crowd holds its breath before a big kick he puts that hush into one of Ravens arrows.

"Wheee! Keep goings Dregzie!" Moffdust is unharmed and excited by the thrilling near miss. She looks over to see how her friends coped with the fireball and giggles to see Min smoking. Wolfie dodged the worst of it and is ok. But seeing Jurz spurring Wolfie on she wonders what he knows that she doesn't. The croc pit looks real to her, and Wolfie can't jump that far without a run up. But she trusts the red goblin implicitly, so she calls out "Come on Wolfies! Sniffs 'im outs!"

As soon as Dregz sets her down she abandons the Detect Magic and casts Dimension Step instead on Bully and Min. They can both now teleport up to their base move to any point they can see. "Go gets 'im boys."
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Bulldust ducks under the fireball and is not as smoked as Min. The crocodiles look real and he's stuck on the wrong side of the pit.  But then he feels Moffa's magic pulling him forward.  "Oo Oo!" he hoots excitedly and wills himself forward to the desk (K59).  He sniffs again hoping to catch the scent of elf, chainflail ready to say hello if he catches a whiff.
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OOC: Partial update. I just need to know where Minmorc chooses to teleport to following Moffa's casting of Dimension Step on him, then I will close out this round.

The fireball catches Minmorc off guard but Jurz, the dire wolf, Bully and Raven manage to duck and avoid the worst of it. However, it still injures all of them to some extent. (Jurz, Minmorc and Raven are moderately wounded after the fireball, and Bully and the dire wolf are lightly wounded.)

Jurz first tries to urge the dire wolf to charge across the pool of crocodiles but when it baulks at the idea of leaping into the water, he quickly covers its eyes with his cloak, rides the wolf in a circle and then charges straight across. Incredibly, to those watching, the dire wolf's paws thud softly in mid air as it charges across the pool 10 feet above the water level.

Dregz drags himself and Moffa around the western wall then drops to the floor, whips out his flail and slams it down on the wooden chest at the end of the bed. The chest is scratched but doesn't react to his unexpected attack.

Minmorc takes a step closer to Raven so he can reach the loaded light crossbow she is holding in her off hand, then he growls instructions to her before he casts a spell on her crossbow bolt. She turns to him and opens her beak but doesn't make any sound at all.

Moffa cheers on Jurz and the dire wolf then casts a spell on Bully and Minmorc.

Bully suddenly vanishes and instantly reappears on the southern side of the room right in front of the desk. He sniffs suspiciously then swings his chainflail at an unseen target immediately to his left (L59 on the map). There is a loud thud as the flail head hits and bounces off something there.

Raven was obviously watching as she drops her glowing rapier to shoot her crossbow at whatever it was that Bully hit. Her crossbow bolt bounces off that unseen target and drops to the floor in front of Bully (L59).

Absolute silence envelopes Bully, Jurz and the dire wolf but the rest of the team can hear any sounds emanating from outside that area.

OOC: Main game map updated. Spell of silence 20ft radius around L59.

Urging the wolf forwards with one hand and his feet, Jurz waves his stompy stick and shouts something, silently, at Bully.

Bulldust's face is lit with a leer of triumph and delight. He looks at Jurz, the grin wavering as he wonders what the gobbo is saying and why he can't hear.  Guessing what Jurz needs he takes a 5' step back to L58 to make way for the wolf, and points to the empty space before the door.
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OOC: LOL. Wait for it … wait for it … the previous round hasn't finished yet. I need to know where Minmorc teleports to before I finalise the enemy's response to finish off that round.

... and just like Bully did, Minmorc suddenly vanishes and instantly reappears on the southern side of the room right in front of the door (M59), effectively blocking that escape route for the invisible foe.

Then Bully's eyes dart back toward the pool and he swings his chainflail again, this time aiming 5 feet closer to the pool (L58). Once again the flail head hits and bounces off something there but this time there is no sound of the impact due to the spell of silence around them. 

A few seconds later a great mass of webs materialises throughout the southern portion of the room, stretching from floor to ceiling and engulfing everyone except Raven, although Moffa is right on the edge and might manage to wriggle free.

Bully, Minmorc, Jurz and the wolf are still affected by the silence spell and hear nothing but Jurz, Moffa and Raven all heard that same male voice chanting the words of the spell seconds before the webs materialised.

OOC: Main game map updated. Spell of silence 20ft radius around L59. Everyone except Raven please roll a DC16 Reflex save to avoid being completely entangled. If you fail that Reflex save you have to break free (Strength check DC20 or Escape Artist skill check DC25 taking one full round) first before you can move. If you succeed on the Reflex save, or after breaking free, you must roll another Strength check or Escape Artist check each round and can move 5 feet for each full 5 points by which the check result exceeds 10. As Moffa is right on the edge of the web she will be out of the webs if she makes the Reflex save or other roll to break free.

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OOC: It is the start of a new round. Nobody has acted yet this round.

Bulldust will tear through the webs in a northeast direction towards N56.  He's too excited to even look down at the croc pit, licking his lips in antici-pation.  When he arrives he'll sniff to see if the enemy is close.  If so he'll point to the spot so Raven can shoot.
07:44, Today: Bulldust rolled 16 using 1d20+9.  Ref save web.
07:47, Today: Bulldust rolled 28 using 1d20+8.  Str check move thru web.

Having taken care of the chest, Dregz allows himself a moment of pure panic as the webs engulf him, looking around frantically for spiders, even invisible ones, before the realisation dawns that the hidden foe is the most likely cause.

Moffdust wriggles away from the webs. She can see Dregz stuck in the web but can't think of any way to help him out, so she whispers her plan to cheer him up. "I tinks I'll summons up some spiders."

She moves around the web to H53 then casts Summon Swarm to conjure a spider swarm in front of Raven (N-O 54-55). "Dese is my spiders Birdie Girl, so stands back so dey doesn't eats youse."

Jurz annoyed that his spell didn't work as planned, shouts something at the wolf, but seeing as he is caught up in a silence spell,  all that happened is that he turns redder than normal as his mouth opens and shuts angrily.  Finally, kicking the dire wolf with his heels, he urges it forwards -  only to get tangle up in the web.

Furious now, he changes shape into a black bear and tries to roll off the wolf.

Wolfie can move in the webs but has no direct to go, so he howls silently and chomps webs...

19:37, Today: Moffdust rolled 27 using 1d20+7.  Web save for Wolfie.

19:39, Today: Moffdust rolled 13 using 1d20+9.  Web save for Wolfie strength check move in web

OOC: Partial update. Bully and Moffa have already acted this round. Jurz and Raven have made one move action so they can still make a partial action this round. Dregz and Minmorc have not acted yet.

Bully tears through the webs and emerges on the northeastern side (N56), south of Raven, and starts sniffing, although it will take him a few more moments to work out where the smell is now coming from. He has finally escaped from the area of silence as well.

Dregz waits in the webs to see what happens.

Jurz gestures and opens and closes his mouth soundlessly while kicking the dire wolf with his heels. The dire wolf managed to avoid being entangled in the webs but doesn't manage to move anywhere immediately. Then Jurz transforms into a black bear. The extra weight upsets the dire wolf and it twists and rears to throw the black bear off its back.

Moffa wriggles free from the edge of the webs, whispers to Dregz then darts across the room to a spot near the door. Then she casts a spell, summoning a swarm of spiders right in front of Raven, but at least she calls a warning to Raven first.

Raven doesn't need to be told twice. She immediately bolts for the door, but at least she halts in the doorway once she is safely behind Moffa.

The swarm of spiders materialises at the eastern end of the room, immediately to the north of Bully. The swarm immediately begins flowing westwards towards Moffa but halts 10 feet away from her, roughly in the middle of the room, although there is still lots of movement within the swarm.

OOC: Main game map updated. Spell of silence 20ft radius around L59. Only Minmorc, Jurz and the dire wolf are affected at present.

Jurz-bear growls as only a bear stuck in a spider's web can growl.
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Having embraced the art of mime Minmorc puts on a fascinating performance twisting and turning in utter silence. Having absolutely no skill at mime it would be impossible to guess what he's trying to do, only that he's going nowhere.

Moffdust claps her hands in delight, "My spiders is eatin someones!"

Bulldust is happy to be out of the webs and silence spell, and excited to be on the trail of his favoured enemy.  "Its an elf!" he yells, pointing where the spiders went.  Then as an afterthought he adds "Is youse B'zrrk T'marro?"

The hairy little goblin certainly doesn't like the sound of spiders and hastily pushes his way out of the webs.  Despite Jurz's wolf-back charge, Dregz remains unconvinced that the pit of gnashing crocodiles isn't all too real, with just an invisible bridge across it, so once he's clear he begins to pull himself along the wall.

... Dregz slips out of the webs and clambers back around the wall until he is back near the doorway with Moffa and Raven.

There is no sign of Minmorc, Jurz and the dire wolf emerging yet, although the webs are jerking about enough to suggest they are certainly trying to fight their way out.

There is a sound of retching from the direction of the swarm, then a single word gasped out by the same male voice as before, then the disturbance among the spider swarm subsides considerably.

Moments later the huge pool of water and the crocodiles all vanish. Where they were is now just the flat stone floor of this circular chamber.

OOC: Main game map updated. Spell of silence 20ft radius around L59. Only Minmorc, Jurz and the dire wolf are affected at present.

Moffdust stalks forward and waves her arms to conduct the spider swarm 10' to the north. She crouches down in the place where the swarm was and conducts a vigorous exploration using the pointy end of a crossbow bolt.

Still mostly convinced that the reality is the pool and the floor but an illusion, the priest at least allows that he might have it the wrong way around as he tentatively takes a step forward, ready to have his boots do the heavy lifting if needed.

The web is a worry.  Normally a spark of flame sorts the problem quickly, but Jurz and Minmorc are trapped within, though they seem to not be making much of a fuss about it.

"I fink dey knows wese are here now," the little goblin suggests.

Jurz-bear growls silently as only a bear stuck in a spider's web and a silence spell can growl.

Minmorcs section of webs only twitches slightly.

Bulldust waits to see what Moffa finds before deciding where to go, looking back and forth between her and the webs where Min is.

Moffa stalks forward and sends the spider swarm 10 feet further north so she can thoroughly investigate the area where the puking elf was moments before. However, the pointy end of her crossbow bolt finds nothing more substantial than a small pool of mushroom-laden vomit on the floor.

Dregz tentatively steps forward to test the solidity of the floor that was a deep and dangerous pit of crocodiles moments before. Despite his trepidation the floor proves solid enough to support his weight.

The webs thrash about violently again from the area where Jurz and the dire wolf are trapped. Those outside can soon see the dire wolf slowly tearing its way northwards through the webs toward Moffa. The black bear that is Jurz is barely managing to cling onto the back of the dire wolf to avoid being left behind in the webs. There is still no sign of Minmorc though.

Bully waits until Moffa finds nothing before he finally turns and starts tearing his way back into the webs toward the door where Minmorc was trapped in the webs.

There is neither sight nor sound of the elf now.

OOC: Main game map updated. Spell of silence 20ft radius around L59. Minmorc, Bully, Jurz and the dire wolf are affected by that magical silence at present.

Now shrouded in masses of gossamer thread Bully is ejected from from the Web area. Still within the silken tunnel Minmorc starts glaring at the room, looking for the elusive wizard.

Bulldust is surprised to find himself 'touchdowned' back where he started from.  But on the plus side he can now talk to the big quarterback and the webs are now shredded all the way to the door.

"Da elf's not ere any more Min. He  magicked off when Moffa spidered 'im.  I'm goin out da door ter see if he's gone dat way."  He plunges back into the tunnel through the webs and tries the door.

There is a huge effort and Jurz manages to break the hold of the web ....

Dregz is perhaps more surprised than Bully when the big bugbear is thrust unceremoniously out of the mass of webs, but heartened when the large goblin plunges back in once more.

It's not only the thought of getting squashed if Bully repeats himself that prevents the hairy priest from following on after ... but it's a good excuse !

The webs shake violently then Bulldust is pushed out forcefully as Minmorc ploughs relentlessly through the webs. Bully tries to explain the situation to Minmorc but his words are swallowed by the spell of silence. Without wasting any more time Bully plunges back into the webs past Minmorc and manages to reach the door this time.

The dire wolf and Jurz-bear tear their way out a bit further and almost reach the edge of the webs, with Jurz even crawling further forward across the dire wolf's back until he is riding on the wolf's shoulders.

Dregz and Raven watch their struggles with interest but hold their current positions.

Moffdust continues searching for the elusive elf, without success.

Then that male voice is heard again, apparently coming from the spider swarm. Again, it sounds just like another incantation. Immediately after the voice stops, the dense mass of webs vanishes.

OOC: Main game map updated. Spell of silence 20ft radius around L59. Minmorc and Bully are affected by that magical silence at present.

"Eeee!" Moffdusk squeals, surprised to hear the enemy still so close. She quickly recovers her composure and glances all about for clues, her mouth open showing pointy teeth and a feral look in her eyes. "De elf's still 'ere.  'E was in de spiders..."

She opens her cloak to reveal the bat hanging upside down there in the warm folds. "Finds 'im Catses!"

She waves her arms to direct the spiders to scuttle away to become a 20' long hairy tapestry along the north wall, leaving their position open for others to enter. "Now youse can sniffs 'im out Wolfie." A flick of her fingers beckons the wolf forward to prowl through the space where the spiders were, but if Jurzie Bear remains in the driver's seat then he has full control of where the wolf really moves.

OOC: moving the swarm was a move action. She has not yet taken an action. She will wait for a result from Cat or Wolfie before deciding what else to do.
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Bulldust leaves the door untouched and turns back to glare at the webs.  Which disappear, of course ... Bugbear magic does that.  He nods in satisfaction.

He stays there by the door, looking but not hearing, watching to see if Moffa's menagerie find the elf, waiting to see what the others do, looking for a clue, sniffing in case the elf is close.  His chainflail swings restlessly near his feet, marking time until it can spring into action.
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With the web gone, Jurz-bear slides off of wolfie, to let the beast do whatever Moffa wants it to do.

Once on the  ground Jurz-bear looks around to see if there was a door that was being blocked by the web.  If there is he will go and sit against it.  If not, he will start snuffling to see if he can catch a scent of the casting stranger.

When Jurz looks towards the door, Bulldust points to two spikes driven in between the door and its frame to stop the door from opening.  He shakes his head, no one went out this way.

The little goblin clutches his flail tightly as Moffa tries to find the invisible wizard, his eyes widening in alarm.

"Shut der door !  Shut der door !" Dregz implores Raven taking inspiration from seeing Bully's show and not tell of the the spikes that are keeping the only other way out of this chamber tightly closed.

The only thing worse than an invisible wizard is two of them is an invisible wizard on the loose, Bargrivyek knows where !

Moffa squealed in surprise when she heard the elf's voice from among the swarm of spiders. But she quickly recovers and sends Cat the bat to find him. She tells the rest of the team about it (except that Bully and Minmorc are within the silence spell and don’t hear her words). At her direction the spiders swarm further to the north and begin to climb the wall of the room leaving the floor clear.

Cat the bat flutters around the room but ends up circling around and around a spot above where the spider swarm was before. Cat is circling about 5 feet below the ceiling. A faint tinkling sound like tiny bells can be heard from where it is circling. The dire wolf pads forward to where the swarm was then rears up on its hind legs, growling and snapping its jaws at Cat, although it misses by a fair margin.

Jurz-bear slid off the dire wolf when the webs disappeared then heads back to join Bully by the southern door. In the silence of that area he turns his head back toward the centre of the room and sniffs the air.

Moffa, Bully and Minmorc watch and wait.

Dregz shouts to Raven to shut the door and she quickly does so, then stands with her back against the door, glowing rapier in her right hand and unloaded crossbow clutched in her other hand.

Then the elf's voice is heard again, this time from up near the ceiling where Cat is circling. He sounds frustrated.

"Why are you here? Tell me who sent you and whatever they promised to pay you, I will give you more! And I will help you leave safely so you need have no fear of their wrath."

This is followed by more words but it sounds like another incantation. As soon as the incantation ends, Cat stops circling and flies south to the centre of the room (to J55, up near the ceiling). The dire wolf turns to watch the little bat flutter away, still growling.

OOC: Main game map updated. Spell of silence 20ft radius around L59. Jurz, Minmorc and Bully are affected by that magical silence at present. Technically Minmorc, Dregz, Bully and Moffa can still act this round but there is no need for others to wait before posting for the new round.

Minmorc will walk until he can hear himself growling again and will stop. "Moffa, Dregzie, I can't remember - anyone want us ter kill dis guy or woz he just between us an der prize?"

Jurz-bear sits back against the door and scratches his belly gently.

Moffdust moves a step closer to the spot where Cat is circling and glares up at the ceiling. "We's doesn't has ter kills you, but we might likes to. Youse has a chance ter saves youselfs, if youse gives us enough treasures. First youse has ter stop bein' invisibles. Den we's goin ter search all de rooms in dis stalactites an we's gonna takes all de treasures we can finds. Den youse gonna tells us where deres anovver treasures in ere dat we's missed. Den we all goes and youse is alive. If not, den we's jus gonna takes all we can finds and eat youse." She licks her lips and offers a malicious toothy smile. "Okay?"

Jurz-bear  half yawns, but switches to rubbing his belly expectantly, instead of scratching it.
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Bulldust moves to a flanking position opposite Minmorc, sniffing to pinpoint the elf.  He nods agreement with Moffa's suggestion that some may like to kill the elf, and again to the bit about taking all the treasure.  "Yeah.  An stop castin spells."  He raises his chainflail, ready to entangle the elf if he hears another incantation.
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In reply to Minmorc (msg # 95):

OOC: Nobody has offered any reward for killing the Talon of Tiamat, so far, although Es Sarch (at the Dripstone Inn) hinted "I know of none in Pedestal who have any love for him, so none here would grieve if he were to fare badly in that encounter. In fact, there may well be those here who would reward the ones who finally remove him before he brings a plague of dragons upon the city. Should such a thing happen you might wish to seek my advice on who to speak to when you return."

The invisible elf snarls at Moffa's threat.

"No, I don't think I want to show myself just yet, thank you. No more spellcasting? Why, what are you afraid of? Little old me? Then perhaps you are not fools after all. Do not threaten me! Oh, you may manage to defeat me, but this I promise you! If I die here today I will take more than one of you with me! But allow me to offer you a much less deadly alternative. Simply open the door and I will leave and not return until you are long gone. You can search the place to your hearts' content and take anything you want when you leave - I will not try to stop you."

Jurz half shrugs and lets the bear form drop away from him -  then wanders across to pick up his gear.  For a moment he fiddles with something he found there, before replacing it in a pocket.

"Dat's jus why no one likes elfs."  Bulldust flicks up the chain to entangle the invisible elf and drag him down to the floor, then follows through with a two-handed attack with the flail. 

20:00, Today: Bulldust rolled 29 using 1d20+13.  touch attack chainflail.
20:01, Today: Bulldust rolled 6 using 1d6.  50% miss chance: 1-3 is miss.
20:04, Today: Bulldust rolled 32 using 1d20+12.  opposed str check to trip (+4 feat).
20:09, Today: Bulldust rolled 26 using 1d20+17.  attack prone elf (+4).
20:12, Today: Bulldust rolled 21 using 1d10+12.  chainflail dmg elf.

Bulldust's unprovoked attack on the airborne, invisible elf ... is perfectly in character. The chain hits and disrupts his movement but doesn't actually entangle him and drag him to the ground. Bully's follow through hits solidly, but the elf remains airborne and invisible.

"An youse not goin anywheres." Moffdust casts a green ray right where Bully hit the elf.

Moffa's green ray strikes the ceiling and covers a 5-foot wide patch with shimmering green light. That bit of the ceiling is definitely not going anywhere!

The hairy little goblin's eyes narrow.  This invisible scoundrel is trying to steal all the not even discovered yet, but nevertheless hard-earned loot from his tribe !

With a growl so fierce it would make Jurz's wolf-friend laugh out loud, Dregz points at the highest point of the ceiling above and mutters a prayer to his god for assistance.

Bulldust remains focussed on the invisible elf, listening to hear a spell being cast and  sniffing to smell a potion being drunk.  Any  opportunity will do for the bugbear to flail him again.

OOC: Minmorc had previously moved to M55 (out of the Silence spell area) and Bully had previously moved to K55 (also out of the Silence spell area) before attacking the invisible airborne elf at J55. Map updated to reflect current position.

Dregz's spellcasting seems to have no immediate effect, except that the faint tinkle of a tiny bell around Cat the bat suddenly ceases.  Of course, Jurz doesn't know that as he was the only one left in the Silence spell area.

Moffdust has no idea what Dregz is doing, but she likes it. "He doesn't does what we says, so we eats him!" She gestures for Wolfie to try to bite the elf again, and for Cat to come back to her.

22:46, Today: Moffdust rolled 15 using 1d8+12.  Wolfie bite elf.
22:45, Today: Moffdust rolled 32 using 1d20+13.  Wolfie bite elf.
22:42, Today: Moffdust rolled 99 using 1d100.  Wolfie miss chance 01-50 is miss

Jurz holds his stompy stick and points it at the ceiling, as if he is about to shoot a ray out of the end of it.

"Ise copied wot 'e did an' made it soes 'e 'as to be quiet too up der," Dregz tells Moffa proudly.  "Nows wese just 'as ta be ables to sees 'im ..." the little goblin ponders this state of affairs, then brightens, point at the ceiling once more.

"Watch closely !" he tells everyone, then "Led id rains !"

Moffa waves her hands at Wolfie and Cat the bat. Cat immediately flies back to her and swoops inside her cloak. The dire wolf rears up, snapping its jaws at the ceiling but its bite is a good 5 feet short of the ceiling and fails to reach the invisible elf.

Dregz jabbers on excitedly then casts another spell at the centre of the ceiling where Cat had just flown from. This time the effect is immediately obvious as a sudden shower of rain falls from the ceiling, briefly outlining an elf-shaped patch of dry air just a couple of feet below the ceiling (at J55).

Jurz instantly points his stumpy stick at that spot and suddenly that elf-shaped patch of dry air is outlined by a pale green glow.

That glowing elf-shape is not stationary but is flying through the air. It suddenly changes course and circles away west then southwest, to stay out of reach of Bully's chainflail, then halts up near the ceiling near the bed and chest (at H58). The shape's arms gesture, pointing at Minmorc, and that same male voice is heard incanting another spell, then it says, "Help me, my big, strong orc-friend! Clear the way and open that door so we can leave here together, my friend!"

Meanwhile, the swarm of spiders climbing up the northern wall quietly disperses and disappears.

OOC: Main game map updated. Spell of silence 20ft radius around L59. Jurz is affected by that magical silence at present. Bully is affected by Dregz'z silence spell which extends 20ft radius from the centre of the ceiling.

"Youse be quiets !" Dregz demands pointing an accusing finger at the glowing elf-shape, though eyeing Minmorc nervously.

Jurz makes his way back to the door and sits down in front of it again, surrounded by the silence of the Elf's spell.  Unable to hear any spells being cast or any threats being made, makes decisions really easy for the little goblin.   Putting his stompy stick away he pulls out a shorter stick and flicks it towards the pretty green outline of the elf.

OOC:

20:12, Today: Jurz rolled 22 using 1d20+8.  Flick Flames
20:12, Today: Jurz rolled 5 using 1d6+1.  Flick Flames damage.

Wand of Produce Fire

Moffdust swipes the wet straggly hair from her eyes and grins at Dregz, then laughs and claps her hands when Jurz turns the elf green. "Goblins is more clever dan elfs!"  She waves Wolfie forward to bite the elf.

The elf's words have her worried for a heartbeat, then she snickers and smiles sweetly at Minmorc. "Youse doesn't has ter do dat, dearest Mins!" She moves over next to Dregz (g55) but keeps a close watch on Min while she decides what to do next.

09:44, Today: Moffdust rolled 29 using 1d20+12.  wolfe bite elf.... should have rolled d8+12, so correct total to 18
09:43, Today: Moffdust rolled 16 using 1d20+13.  Wolfe bite elf.
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Bulldust can't hear a thing, but he can see the green glowing elf (dat's an improvement ... wonder who did dat?) pointing at Min, and mixed emotions on the other goblin's faces.  So what's new?!  He shrugs and does what he is destined to do, hunt elf!  He moves between the elf and Jurz (i-58) and swings his chainflail up at the elf. 

10:46, Today: Bulldust rolled 26 using 1d20+13.  chainflail to elf.
10:47, Today: Bulldust rolled 15 using 1d10+12.  chainflail dmg elf...and another +2 for favoured enemy :-)
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In the sudden flurry of activity after the invisible flying elf is finally revealed it is Bully who finally lands the telling blow. The faintly glowing elf shape falls to the floor and lies there motionless. It is still invisible beneath the glowing outline of Jurz's faerie fire.

Bulldust makes the most of the opportunity created by the green glowing elf shape falling 15' and landing at his feet.  He drops the chain and plunges his spiked gauntlet into the elf to finish him off.  "You should'a done what Moffa said.  No one ever gets a better deal dan dat."  He stands up and yells "Woo Hoo!  Its treasure time!" then gets back down to searching the corpse.  "Anyone want a ear?"

Jurz still sits quietly by his door.

OOC: Is he still in silence?
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 11:16, Thu 21 May 2020.

Yes, the Silence remains ...

Thank you.  I thought he would be :)

Moffdust watches Bully bobbing up and down and flapping his lips but she can't hear a thing. She crosses to the door, picks up the silenced crossbow bolt and flings it to the north wall. "Jus stops yer mumblings an searches fer treasures!"

She grins at Jurz. "Youse gived 'im a elfy green complexion." She gives Wolfie a pat on his muzzle then looks inside the wardrobe. She casts Detect Magic to help with searching.

Finally satisfied that the wizard has ceased to be, Dregz banishes his own spell of quietfullness with an impatient flick of his hand.

After much due consideration, the little goblin elects to further investigate the chest he subdued earlier, though he's careful to check it out for traps first, not trusting even a dead elf.

Finally able to hear again, the brown goblin grins up at Moffa,  asks as he pushes himself upright.   "Was dere only  one of hims?" Jurz asks  "Hes was a very slippey customers."
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Minmorc will wander over and give the elf a a kick, then will wander over to the bed and give that a kick, maybe to see if something falls out, maybe just for the sake of kicking things. With the powers of his mind he will dismiss the silence spell and will murmur something about elves crocodile pits being a lie, he seems very disappointed.

Despite the concern created by the invisible elf's exhortation to Minmorc, the big orc shows no sign that it had any effect on him at all.

The green-glowing, invisible elf corpse quickly receives the appropriate amount of kicking and pummelling, then Bully settles down to search it thoroughly, Moffa starts on the wardrobe and casts Detect Magic to assist her search, Dregz goes back to the locked chest at the end of the bed and Minmorc gives the bed a kick as well.

Searching the invisible elf corpse proves to be easiest accomplished by the simple expedient of stripping everything off it, because anything removed from the corpse immediately becomes visible. He was evidently dressed in a rather expensively tailored courtier's outfit as though about to attend a formal function in the city, although the boots and cloak don't really suit the outfit. The search quickly produces a wand, two rings (a silver ring sculpted as a circle of overlapping shields and a gold ring with an obsidian inlay carved in the shape of a black dragon), 6 keys of various size on a key ring, and a lumpy 6-inch hexagonal disc of black metal with a slot running more than half way across it. Everyone immediately realises it looks just like the other two parts of the head of the Black Mace (aka the Black Rod) carried by Dregz.

Moffa finds more fancy elvish clothes (mostly black or purple) including a long black dress and a plain black robe in the wardrobe and several pairs of shoes.

Minmorc finds that the bed is a quality item with a soft mattress, pillow, black silk sheets and black woollen bedspread embroidered with black silk dragons. Nothing of interest falls out of it when he kicks it.

The northwest door of this room is currently closed (not locked) and the southeast door is spiked shut by two iron spikes.

Declaring that the chest seems "prolly safe", though not with any real confidence, Dregz will try the dead elf's keys if it has such a thing as a keyhole, else bravely haul open the lid to see what wonders are hidden within ...

Dregz quickly works out that one of the smallest of the keys on the keyring will fit the lock on the chest. Without hesitation he opens the chest and finds it full of spare clothing, travelling gear including a bedroll, backpack and cooking equipment, belt and pouches. Slid down one side of the chest where it is easily accessible, he finds a large spellbook.

Moffdust shares what she learns using Detect Magic on the elf. "E's lit up like Candlenights wid magics on hisselfs. But de tings Bully took from him is magics too." She lists them.
The lumpy hexagonal disc has a strong universal magic aura! Dats de next bits of Dregzie's stick.
The silver ring of shields has a faint abjuration aura. Maybe dats a Rings of Protections.
The cloak has a faint abjuration aura. Maybe dats a Cloaks of Resistances.
The wand has a moderate evocation aura. We doesn't knows what dat does.
The boots have a faint transmutation aura. Or dese.

"I's goin' ter finds out." She wedges the monocle into her eye socket and peers at the boots to Identify the magic.

"I've already got one ov dose rings, an a cloak like dat."  Bulldust is excited about all the treasure, eager to hear what Moffa finds, but even more eager to find more treasure.  He starts pulling at the iron spikes in the south door.  "Dis door was already like dat.  De elf must'a done it.  Must be 'is best treasures dat 'e was spikin' in dere so we couldn't get 'em!"  What other reason could there be?

"Maybe's dere is somefing nasty behind it?" Jurz suggests, backing away from the door where  Bully is spike pulling.  "Maybe's dat is where he keeps da dragons?"

Comparison of the auras of Bully's cloak of resistance +1 and ring of protection +1 to the dead elf's black cloak and silver ring of shields indicates they seem to be virtually identical magical auras.

"Dese boots aint made fer walkings', dats not what dey do, someone in dese boots is gonna floats up above youse. Dum, dum, dum..." Moffdust humms along as she turns her monocular attention to the wand.
OOC: boots of levitation.

"'S mosly campin' gear !" Dregz surmises aloud as he rifles through the chest, only slightly hindered by his overlong mane of hair.

"Some shinies in dis wun !" he holds up a small pouch which clinks as he shakes it. [OOC: about a hundred coins, mixture of gold and platinum.]

"An' a book !"  Excitedly he opens it, but after much squinting decides that it's not worthy to be pasted into his own Holy Book.  However ...

"Dis looks like a big spellbook," he tells Moffa confidently.  "Swapsies ?!!" He dips his head towards the lumpy hexagonal disc she has found, eager to attach it to the Magic Stick.

The coin pouch that Dregz found contains 50 gold and 50 platinum coins, all being the local coinage minted in the City of Pedestal.

"De wand shoots Magic Missileses. I can't makes it works, dats not my sorts of magics any more." She shakes her little green head. "But I likes books!" She swaps the black mace piece for the spell book and flicks through the pages.

"Oo Oo!  I can do dose!  So I can use dat wand, jus like an elf, only better cos I'm a bugbear."  He's excited about the thought of blasting elfs with Magic Missiles, but goes back to pulling the spikes out of the door.

"I'ze got a cloak like dat," Jurz mentions when Moffa describes the cloak, "But I'ze don't got a ring ..."

"Is dere anyfing dat can go on my stompy stick?" Jurz asks as he moves across to sort through the chests that Dregz has rifled through.

There isn't anything of particular interest to a goblin druid in the chest but the clothing in the wardrobe had half a dozen pieces of costume jewellery pinned to various items of clothing. If you like dragons, spiders or toadstools (with an emphasis on shiny and/or sparkly and black or purple colour schemes) there is bound to be something there to catch your eye.
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Minmorc will pull the silken sheets and woolen blanket off the bed and will rub his greasy face against them and the pillow. "Dis is loverly... Oi Bully, deys my spikes! Dat elf wasn't gettin through dat door but I didn't wanna stay der all day. If no one wants der shieldy ring I'll ave it but wot I really wants is dis, dis is a quality pillow."

The little goblin excitedly exchanges the spell book for the piece of the Rod with Moffa and then sets to attaching it to the Magic Stick, tongue sticking out as he concentrates powerfully upon the task.

Dregz slides the lumpy black metal disc onto the rod and it fits perfectly, slotting into position to complete the head of the Black Mace. Only a small portion of hexagonal shaft still protrudes from the top of the mace head, suggesting that some sort of cap belongs on the top.

"De elf was good at illusions an invisibles." Moffdust comments, thumbing through the spell book. She puts it away in her pack and returns to the invisible elfs body, patting him down and then casually biting off an ear.

She mumbles over the mouthful, "I wants de cloaks, but I has ter makes it shorter so's I can wears it. I can't use de books, so it's jus fer sellin an sharin out de shinies." Cat lands on the invisible elf and crawls over his body until he finds a good meal of fresh blood.
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"I jus want da wand ... an dese spikes out!  Yer put 'em in good Min."  Bulldust continues to work on removing the spikes.  "We can put da body in my Bag ov Holding, den take it back to da city.  Maybe Es Sarch will give us somefing fer 'im.  An Pedestal would be a good place ter sell da treasure dat we don't want."  He scratches his head, wondering whether product invisibility affects sale prices.  "How long d'ya fink he'll be invisible for Moffa?"
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"Der's still a bit missin'," Dregz puzzles over the top of the Magic Stick, poking and prodding it.

The plan to return to the market and collect shinies is a good one, but the little goblin has one nagging doubt.

"Dat ring dat got us through der deadly killin' room ... doz dat work more dan wunce ?"

Minmorc will walk over to the door and will help Bully remove the spikes. "We aint found der place where wyverns lives, mebbe we find dey's ways out an we jumps? If we doz dat we'd better casts der magics first ter not do the splats."

"Mebbee wese can flyze der wivvuns !" Dregz' eyes burn with the sort of zeal usually reserved for the bloodier ritual ceremonies.

Jurx listens to the banter, and decides not to challenge Min for the shieldy ring, but pipes up with  "I'sl have de dragony rings if no one else wants it."  It hasn't been reported as magical, so it is probably just pretty.  "It goes wiv dese fings I have found for my stompy stick." he says holding up a couple of dragon shaped things.

He pauses for a moment as he thinks about the levitation boots.  It might be funny watching Raven levitate and then glide down, just like a bird with a full belly returing after drinking at a pond.  Or may one of the big guys, they would be able to carry everyone down a shaft if we needed to do that again.  Dregz has some, and Moffa has her trick with the bat-basket.  But then, would a shape change be fast enough ....

"I'se could use de boots too.  Just in case I's fall off Rog de Big Bat!

Bully finally manages to knock the iron spike loose and pull them out so the door can be opened to reveal another staircase angling downwards.

When Dregz asks about the obsidian ring that allowed safe passage through the green mists of the first chamber in the Necromancer's Spike, someone remembers that Es Sarch had said "the ring suppresses the deathly effects of that chamber for only a minute or so." Minmorc bundled everyone out of the door as soon as they crossed that room so only three rounds were spent passing through there. It is still enchanted and presumably can be used again. The green mists thinned visibly as soon as Minmorc entered that chamber wearing the ring and thickened again as soon as he exited.

When Dregz mentions the wyverns someone else remembers that Es Sarch had also mentioned "B'zrrk T'marro and the pair of wyverns that he commands". You have already killed two wyverns at the Nuffleball match. They were said to lair in this giant stalactite, so their lair is presumably somewhere below. Come to think of it now that Jurz mentioned Rog, that might offer a way in for the big bat too.

Bully's question about how long Invisibility might last has Moffa scratching her head. She says there are different types of invisibility. Some wear off within a minute or two, others might last up to about a quarter of an hour, depending how powerful the caster was.

Moffa calls out Cat the bat from inside her cloak again and the faint tinkling of a tiny bell is heard again as soon as the little bat flies near the invisible corpse. Cat soon finds a convenient place to perch in the centre of the corpse and sits there, rocking back and forth in time to the tiny tinkling bell.

As Dregz examines the Black Mace it tugs gently in his hands, now pointing toward the southwest.

"I tinks we's can all flies down." Moffdust mutters as she searches in the invisible elf's invisible pockets.

"Mebbe ders a baby Wyvern down der, dey make great pets when dey ain't stingin yer ter death." Axe in hand he'll head off down the stair case.

The invisible elf has no invisible pockets, because all his clothes have already been stripped off him. Only a loincloth remains on the corpse.

If no-one objects, Jurz will try on the boots that Moffa found on the elf, before heading towards the stairs.

Bulldust hurries downstairs after Min.

Moffdust stands up quickly and spits out the ear she was chewing. "Pah!! Tasteless elf!!" Cat also spits blood and flies off to land on Wolfie.

"Dey looks good on youse Jurzie!" She follows him downstairs.

Jurz grins at Moffa, then jumps up and clicks his heels.  "Lets go get Rog de Bat an see what else is down dere."
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Dregz is cheered markedly by the confirmation that he and his tribe can make it out without dying in the mists, and that there should only be two of the wyverns.

Now they have found this piece of the Magic Stick, of course the tribe can quickly teleport to the next ... but eager as he is to do so, the little goblin feels that everyone deserves to revel in their great victory, fill their bellies and spend their hard-earned plunder.

In fact he knows for sure that there's a passage in the Holy Book which insists, by divine decree, that this must happen.

Happily the priest follows Jurz, walking or floating as his kinsman chooses ...

While Jurz is trying on the boots of levitation Raven reminds Moffa of Bully's suggestion about stowing the dead drow's corpse (the bits that Moffa spits out confirms he was indeed a dark-skinned elf) in Bully's bag of holding, so that is where the corpse ends up.

The boots shrink to fit Jurz perfectly, as all good magical footwear should do, but clicking the heels together has no effect at all. Naturally Moffa shares the three Drow command words with Jurz so he can make the boots go up, down and stop on command.

After that everyone follows Minmorc downstairs. The stairs wind down 35 feet before ending at another door. Fortunately, this one is not locked and Minmorc opens it to allow entry to a series of natural caves and ledges separated by open pits and cliffs. The first 15-foot gap is bridged by a sturdy wooden ladder laid across the opening, but the next 10-foot cliff is not equipped with any obvious ladder or stair.

However, there is a locked gate of iron bars sealing off a tunnel winding away from the northwest corner of the second cave, which looks interesting. Or perhaps it is the set of four humanoid statues and a green dragon's head that makes that tunnel look so interesting. It looks like someone has carefully equipped and arranged a set of statues to represent an adventuring party of surface-dwellers – a human warrior, an elvish mage, a gnomish cleric and a halfling thief – as though they are sneaking into the tunnel and come face-to-face with a green dragon just around the corner. There is no movement and no sound from this display, nor from the lower caves beyond this one.

OOC: Main Game Map updated.

"Fanks Moffa." he says as she shares the command words with him, then heads off to play on the stairs.  "Dese is fun." Jurz grins across at Dregz and he uses his new boots to  'sort of' bounce down the stairs, An deys will be good if ever I falls off Rog de bat!"

When he gets to the bottom, Jurz takes his turn to look through the bars, levitating up above the bigguns do that he gets a decent view.  "I'se didn't fink dat green dragons did dat, 'look at mes an I'll turns youse to stone fing'!"
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Dregz copies Jurz in levitating higher so he can see what all the excitement is about, but once he catches sight of the statues, the little goblin drops back down again.

"Dat is very disturbin'" he agrees with his kinsman.  "Ise don' wanna be a statues !"

"I already ardanuff, don't wanna be turned ter stone. Yer wants me ter get big an grab der statues? If dey was people wot bin turned ter stone mebbe we snap der heads off, turn dem back ter dead people an take der stuff?"

OOC Question:  Is their gear stone, or real stuff draped on the statues?

The statues look like they have been fully dressed in the type of equipment and clothing that a surface-dweller adventuring party would wear. The statues even have hair and the small amount of skin areas that are showing doesn't look like stone. It doesn't look quite like normal skin colouring either - paler and greyer perhaps.

"Maybe dey's undead?  Can ya tell Dregzie?"

If Dregz can't confirm undead then Bulldust will use bugbear senses to test the theory.  He'll sniff.  Then he'll consult his Knowledge of Arcana.  If still in doubt he'll splash a potion of cure light wounds onto statue s4.

While Bully makes his preparations Minmorc will make his own, hooking his great axe to his belt and drawing his great spear out of his backpack. He will contribute to the teams careful experimentation with unknown phenomena with the most advanced of Orcish methodology and when Bully douses S4 with a reagent he will poke S3 with a stick.

To Bully's sensitive nose the statues smell more like dry wood or leather rather than rotting flesh. Perhaps a bit less dry when the potion is splashed on one of them.

The statue that Minmorc prodded leans away from you at a precarious angle but doesn't topple over completely.

There is still no sound or sign of movement from any of them.

"Maysbe dis is where dey did de wyvern training ..." Jurz suggests after levitating just high enough to watch over Minmorc's shoulder.

Minmorc will check if the door is locked. "I'm finkin dat ders sumfing in der wot puts der magic wammy on peoples an I don't fink wyverns got magic wammy, dat mostly dey jus stabs yer an eats yer. But mebbe we can grab dese guys an takes der stuff widout riskin a magic wammy."

The door is indeed locked.

Moffdust casts Protection From Evil on herself then slips on her Ring of Diminution and steps between the bars to take a peek around the corner.
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Moffa casts a spell on herself then shrinks down to half size and easily slips between the bars of the gate. She cautiously takes a couple of steps toward the statues.  Then there is a sudden rushing sound and a huge stream of fog gushes out of the dragon's mouth to engulf everyone in front of it. The four statues immediately collapse on the floor in a clatter of equipment. The fog extends 20 feet from the dragon's mouth, filling the barred cave and covering the part of the ledge where Team Ardanuff is gathered. Worst of all is the awful stench of the dragon's breath. It is so foul that everyone feels nauseous.

OOC: Main Game Map updated. Everyone in the fog has to make a DC14 Fortitude save to avoid being nauseated. A nauseated character is experiencing such severe stomach distress that they cannot attack, cast spells, concentrate on spells or do anything else requiring attention. They can only make a single move action per round.

Floating just above Min's shoulder, Jurz is blown backwards by the gust of gas, before he slowly sinks to the ground coughing, spluttering and retching.

OOC: Oops.  Failed :(

16:17, Today: Moffdust rolled 11 using 1d20+4.  fort save stinky fog
OOC: Before puking up bits of elf ear, can I have a ruling please? Did Protection from Evil help? Was Moffdust already wearing the Cloak of Resistance she claimed from the elf? i.e. did it need to be resized, or magically resize itself like the boots? :)

Moffa was able to wear the cloak of resistance. However, the spell of Protection from Evil didn't help her with the effects of this fog.

Bulldust sniffs the fog, enjoying it's subtle aroma and trying to work out what sort of dragon spell made it. (Got 20 on save and 28 on knowledge of arcana check)

"Eeeeww! Youse should floss." Moffdust reprimands the dragon between puking up bits of ear. She staggers back through the bars. "It's just a dragons skins on a dragons skeletons, an some cupboards."

"Dey're not undead," Dregz says with a certain authority, peeking out from behind the bigguns ... then quickly ducking back again, though to little avail as the cloud billows forth from the cave and neither bugbear nor orc offer any protection.

The little goblin tries to hold his breath, the moreso when he sees Jurgz and Moffa giving up their last meal or two ... but since Bully is showing no ill-effects and he's starting to feel faint, he forces himself to gulp in some admittedly unpleasant air ... which is a bit acrid and nasty but no worse than being on latrine duty under the baleful eye of Overseer Uberthudd !

"P'raps wun of dese keys will fit," the priest suggests to Bully, giddy with gratitude that he hasn't been turned to stone.  Taking the ring of keys that was liberated from the dead mage, he tries them in turn in the lock.

It doesn't take long for Dregz to find the right key and open the lock on the barred gate.

"Good finkin Dregzie!"  Bulldust pushes open the gate and steps in.  Unless something bad happens, he'll move aside soggy s4 and start looking at the dragon skin and the cupboards.  Would the dragon skin fit in his Bag of Holding?  Is there any clear source for the fog spell?

"D'vine insp'rayshun," the priest assures Bully as he tenatively follows after him, though not without a worried glance behind him at those of his tribe overcome by the noxious fog.

"Huh, dey broke. I hope yous can learn stinky breath of body melting, makes der lootin much easier." Minmorc will move in after Bully, will pull a sack out of his backpack and will start scooping loot into it. Minmorc appears unaffected by the fog cloud.
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Moffdust, Jurz and Raven are still nauseated by the fog and retreat outside of the fog cloud where the air is clearer. It will take them a little wile to recover.

Bulldust, Minmorc and Dregz are not badly affected by the fog and make their way inside the barred cave to investigate the dragon, the statues and whatever else is in there.

Bully quickly finds a slender wooden wand positioned inside the dragon's mouth where its tongue should be.

Minmorc and Dregz discover that the four statues have just fallen over backwards away from the  dragon. The statues seem difficult to move at first and Min and Dregz soon discover that their feet are fastened to the floor by brass hinges. It would take a while to strip all the armour and equipment off the four statues.

OOC: Bulldust, Minmorc and Dregz will need to make another DC14 Fortitude save against the fog each round they remain in the fog. Those outside will recover in 1d4+1 rounds.

Bulldust was about to grab that wand but instead staggers out to the ledge and throws up into the chasm.  "I fink we should wait fer da fog ter clear."

Tiny Moffdust moves further along the ledge where the air is clearer and sits down on the edge. She swings her legs and pats the stone beside her for Bully and Jurz and Raven to join her. Misery loves company.

Considering this smells only slightly worse than orc Minmorc still appears unaffected. He will leave the sack for now and will wander over and will try to pull the wand out.

Jurz is happy to go and sit next to Moffa, and look over the chasm.  "Dis could be a nice place for a tribes to lives.  'Cept dere isn't any outsides ..."  Then he barfs, and watches the spray descend into the  space below his feet.

Dregz grins broadly as Bully races out of the stinky fog, but the smile is swiftly wiped from his face as his breakfast makes a preliminary sortie, and is forced to hurriedly retreat to join the biggun at the ledge as his last meal finally breaks free.

"HRRUUURRRRGHH !" says the little goblin, repeating it a few times for those who didn't hear him.

Minmorc easily removes the wand from the dragon's mouth. He is now the only one not losing their breakfast and the only one still in the fog cloud. Perhaps next round he will be joining the team in that as well?

(You have to make a DC14 Fort save each round you stay in the fog.)

Minmorc will wander out and tuck the wand into Bullies belt. He will pat him consolingly on the back and will then wander back into the fog. He will see if he can yank the statues off their hinges, if he can he will throw them towards the doorway and will move on to the next one.

"Fanks  Min."  Dats one tough Orc.  Bulldust sits down next to Moffa and passes the wand to her.  He waits for the nausea to pass.

"Ise don't feel ver' well," Dregz moans, pausing just a moment in his tribulations to peer into the chasm and ask, "youse tink der city is down der ?"

"We's bin up and we's bin down *shrug* who's can tell." The bald Goblin responds glumly.

It takes another three rounds before Minmorc's belly finally gives up his breakfast too. That is just long enough for him to use his adamantine greataxe to slice through the brass hinges beneath the feet of the gnomish cleric statue and carry it out of the nauseating fog.

Everyone recovers from the nausea within a few rounds but repeated entry into the fog results in more bouts of debilitating nausea, so there isn't too much progress in exploring the barred cave until the fog disperses after about 5 minutes.

The four statues were a human warrior, an elvish mage, a gnomish cleric and a halfling thief, all fully equipped and armoured for adventure. The human warrior and gnomish cleric are actually wearing full plate armour and the halfling thief wears a shirt of fine mithril links, so they are clearly meant to represent an experienced and well-equipped group of adventurers. Closer inspection reveals that these statues are actually fine examples of the taxidermist's art – they really were the bodies of a human, an elf, a gnome and a halfling before they met this gruesome fate.

The dragon skin and skeleton were once a huge green dragon but are clearly hundreds of years old.

The racks along the southern wall of the narrow cave turn out to hold dozens of other body parts of a wide range of creatures native to all sorts of environments, above and below ground.

While waiting for the fog to clear there was also ample time for exploration of the lower caves below the small cliff where the team sat and emptied their stomachs. There are no conveniently placed ladders this time but Jurz' and Dregz' boots of levitation provide an easy way to navigate the short cliffs that separate the lower cave levels. Two levels down you find a large opening at the eastern end of the lowest cave. That turns out to be a cave opening on the eastern side of a huge stalactite hundreds of feet above the subterranean lake in the great cavern, with a clear view of the City of Pedestal spreading around the huge stone column of the Necromancer's Spike on the eastern side of the lake.

Two of the lower caves were clearly the nests of the two wyverns that were slain at the Nuffleball game. There are plenty of splintered bones of various animals but nothing of value in those nests. But at least there doesn't appear to be anything else living down here either.

OOC: Main Game Map updated.

Minmorcs eyes mist over as the dream he never had of owning a full set of life sized puny good guy action figures is briefly realised. He'll then assist the party in looting them and getting ready to depart. He will request however, naked gnome in hand and moon door before him, that he wants to see the little man fly.

Jurz is glad to find the opening so high up above the city, and steps right up to the edge, before he calls out  "Here Rog.  Come on.  Good boy Rog." and waits for the great bat to arrive.  Then when the beast arrives he makes a great fuss of it, scratching and stroking just like he would have done with Rog the Dog.

Then leaving the bat by the entranceway, he makes his way back up to the others and looks over the loot, although there is nothing else there for him.  However, he does inspect the dragon skin, to see if it is still in good enough condition to make a suit of armour from.

"Maybe you'se should take dat armour.  De plate might be a bit heavy, but de halfling's chain should be OK." he comments to Dregz.
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It is good to see the familiar shape of Rog the Bat again and Dregz enjoys watching Jurz pet his friend.  Though indeed anything would be better than staring over the edge at the city far, far below.  "Can youse see der Nuffleball pitch from der ?" he asks, not wanting to get close enough to look for himself.

"Ise got wun !" the priest taps his own Mithral chainshirt proudly.  "Izza guddun !"

Closer inspection confirms that the huge green dragon's hide and bones are hundreds of years old but in remarkably good condition. They could indeed be used for making items such as armour.

Stripping the four statues turns up a few other interesting things as well.

The human fighter was a big man, by human standards. He is wearing plate armour that is clearly of masterwork quality and carried an ordinary-looking greatsword.

The gnomish cleric was wearing small-sized plate armour that is also of masterwork quality. He carried a steel shield and a morningstar. When the armour is stripped off it is discovered that the gnome was also wearing an uncomfortable-looking hair shirt and had a reddish-orange gemstone tucked away in his belt pouch.

The elvish mage wears a dark green robe and has a silvery rod in one hand and a fist-sized glass orb in the other hand. Strange, meaningless words seem to constantly flash across the surface of the glass orb. The silvery rod has a pale blue gem at each end.

The halfling thief wears a fine-quality mithril shirt partially concealed beneath a dark green cloak. He has a silver dagger in one hand and a short wooden cudgel in the other. The wooden cudgel is about one foot long and has a crudely carved animal face of some kind at its head.

Minmorc has to rig a couple of ropes to allow him to climb down to the cave opening that he delights in calling the moon door. He is only slightly hampered by the unclothed, stuffed gnome statue, which he holds out as he pauses to admire the scenery. The dark waters of the underground lake hundreds of feet below reflect the lights of the City of Pedestal at the edge of the lake. However, there is a dark patch in the lake directly below the huge stalactite you are looking out from. That dark patch seems to be some sort of island, so Minmorc's hopes of a gnome-shaped splash are not going to be fulfilled. Looking towards the city also reveals that the nuffleball field was on the opposite side of the city, furthest away from the lake and not easily seen from this vantage point.

Because Gnomes aren't very aerodynamic (unlike elves that can be thrown like javelins) he will opt to hold it by the feet and throw it like a hammer, aiming for the little island. He likes the thought that some Sherlock type might investigate the mystery of the taxidermied Gnome, good luck deducing that it had been part of a trap in the lair of a Drow wizard and hammerthrown by a childish Ork!

He is happy to help the party stash any valuable gear and get to what ever ledge they want to jump from. He'll trust the Goblins to come up with a way to survive the descent as his best plan involves using the luxurious bed sheets as a parachute and Orcish fizziks. (Orcish fizziks are like human physics but at a -2 intelligence.)

While he doesn't have anything like the skills of Moffa, nor the ability to work out much about magical items, Jurz casts detect magic and looks over the  stuff that was in the dragon lair trap.  Although he is particularly interested in the halflings cudgel.

"hey Dragzy, do youse fink dis as a gods face?" he asks holding the club up, then continues with "I's wants some armour made from dat dragon skin.  Dey say it is better dan any ovver sort of levver for making armours."

Jurz's eyes light up in wonder as he stares at the items stripped from the four stuffed statues.
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"Wow! Dere's lots of magic stuff dere ...." he says looking across at Moffa, waiting for her to do the job properly.  "Even dis little club is magic," he says picking it up and waving it around possessively.

Dregz regards the face on the club.  It certainly looks more animal than goblin, though that doesn't preclude it being one of the more bestial monstrous deities.

"Could bese," he vouchsafes in a non-committal tone.

The glass orb with the flashing words, on the other hand might just be displaying messages from Bargrivyek or another god.

With his Magic Stick in hand, just in case, the priest eyeballs it, hoping to determine if it is providing useful information ... or is just a lot of magical nonsense.

"I reckon its wunna dose magic eight balls, give it a shake an ask it der future."

The surface of the glass orb seems to constantly flash with words in your native tongue, but no one can make out what they say.  Dregz is no more able to make sense of it than anyone else, even with the aid of the Black Mace.

"Whys don't try speaking at it, of finking at it?" jurz asks, "Or perhaps say somefink in anover language dat none of us speaks?  While someone is lookin at it.   [Language unknown: Omoul ati?]" he mutters is a strange language.

The surface of the glass orb still seems to constantly flash with words in your native tongue.

"Mebbe is like der words to der songs an its wunna dose Karaoke Orbs. If yer sees a big fiery eye innit jus do whateva it says." Minmorc will quickly get bored with the orb and will finish packing the groups loot. If the party don't have a safe way to fall he will ready himself to walk back through the dungeon.

"well, I'se could do a spell tomorrow dat lets one of you bigs walks down de air ..."   Jurz muses "And de ovver could use dese boots ..." he says sticking a boot out to display the Boots of Levitation.  "I'se can fly down on Rog de Bat."

"Wells Ravens gots der belt wot lifts an Jurz got der boots wots lifts an a bat wot flies... so Raven can glide down, Jurz can ride a Rog, Bully can put on der boots, Ise can put on der belt, Moffa can ride Bully an Dregz can ride me... right?"

"Ise don' needs to be carried - Ise got boots too," Dregz calls out, though he still stares intently at the sphere.

Travel plans seem to be coming along rather well, with members of the team possessing 3 sets of magic items that allow them to levitate, a bag of holding, two Heward's Handy Haversacks, Rog the dire bat able to fly and carry Jurz and Jurz able to prepare a spell of Air Walk tomorrow if required.

There might be a limit to what you could take with you straight away as the weight of the dead elf's body, the 4 taxidermized adventurer statues (if you want to take them) and the huge dragon skin and skeleton would certainly add up to a substantial amount and might require a return visit with suitable aid.

Moffa will eventually be able to examine each of the magic items that Jurz has discovered but it will take several minutes, at least.

Bulldust agrees with Min's travel arrangements and is ready to go.  "I don't fink we need da stuffed guys.  Let's toss em all out, make a new diadrama on da island."  He waits to see if anyone objects before sending the elf figure bum-first through the Moon Door.

Moffdust peers through her monocle and slowly identifies all of the magic items (details as given by GM, including purchase price, sale price would be half those values). None of the weapons enchanted. She can't read the words on the sphere either, but she grins as she appreciates the chaos and madness of its creator.

• The wand that Minmorc retrieved from the dragon's jaws is a Wand of Stinking Cloud (CL5, 6 charges remaining, DC14 Fortitude save)
• Cloak of resistance +1, dark green (= 1000gp)
• Full plate +2, medium (= 5650gp)
• Full plate m/wk, small (= 1650gp), not enchanted
• Mithral chain shirt is a Mithralmist shirt, small (D&D3.5 Magic Item Compendium p20) = 3460gp, +1 mithral shirt, 7/day concealment against attack for 1 minute
• Hair shirt of suffering, small (D&D3.5 Magic Item Compendium p109) = 3400gp, +1 to natural armour; 1/day cure serious wounds on another
• Silvery rod with 2 pale blue gems is a Rod of sure striking (D&D3.5 Magic Item Compendium p175) = 4000gp, 3/day allies adjacent to you gain +5 bonus on next attack roll
• Reddish orange gem is an Elemental Gem (D&D3.5 Dungeon Masters Guide p255) = 2250gp, Summon large elemental as summon nature's ally (reddish orange gem = fire elemental)
• Fist-sized glass orb is an Aberrant sphere (D&D3.5 Magic Item Compendium p149) = 2800gp, summons aberrations but you take a penalty on Will saves
• Wooden cudgel with crudely carved animal face is a Summoner's totem (D&D3.5 Magic Item Compendium p187) = 3100gp, Can instantaneously cast one spell on a single animal you summon

Minmorc doesn't seem very interested in any of the magic items. He will use a belt or non magic cloak to ball up the fighter humanniken (bring his knees to his chest, arms under his knees) and will hurl him spinning after the stuffed elf while yelling "BOMMIE! Hur Hur Hur!"

"S'not readin' my thoughts," Dregz reluctantly returns the sphere with the flashing words to Moffa, though any disappointment is allayed as she provides a nicely detailed rundown of all the treasures they have found.

"Dat shirt IZ betta dan mine !" the priest reluctantly admits, deciding to take up the offer after all as he changes into it, but makes sure that his old armour isn't left behind as that can still be on sold for shinies. OOC: will take Mithralmist Chainshirt and add Mithral Chainshirt +1 to the pile if nobody has any objections.

Some of the other items might also take his interest, though while he's certainly as greedy as the next monstrous humanoid, he doesn't even ask ... for the good of the tribe, not to mention his own continued health !

Instead the hairy little priest struts around in his new armour, watching Bully and Minmorc with approval as the pair launch the statues on a downward trajectory.

"Dey'll make it down alright," he agrees, watching them achieve terminal velocity.

Jurz pulls a face as the cudgel turns out not to  be what he hoped for, so he hands it back to Moffa.  "You'se summons fings more dan me ..."

The team will eventually figure a way to get themselves and the loot down from the Talon of Tiamat to the City of Pedestal. With everything packed away in the bag of holding and handy haversacks (including the dead elf and the dragonskin), with Bully and Minmorc wearing the boots of levitation and carrying Dregz and Moffa, Raven using her golden girdle and Jurz riding on Rog the direbat, Rog is able to slowly tow the levitating group across the cavern so they can levitate down to the city instead of landing in the lake.

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The full list of treasure found in the Necromancer's Spike and the Talon of Tiamat is as follows:

• 3 x masterwork breastplate (=3 x 350gp = 1050gp / sell for 525gp)
• 3 x large steel shield (=3 x 20 = 60gp / sell for 30gp)
• 3 x masterwork silvered scimitar (=3 x 315 = 945gp / sell for 422.5gp)
• 3 x masterwork composite longbow (+3 Str bonus) (=3 x 700gp = 2100gp / sell for 1050gp)
• 20 poisoned arrows (drow sleep poison, DC13 Fort), (=20 x 75 = 1500gp / sell for 750gp)
• 6 doses of drow sleep poison (DC13 Fort), (=6 x 75 = 450gp / sell for 225gp)
• Silver ring of shields (ring of protection +1) (= 2000gp / sell for 1000gp) (claimed by Minmorc)
• Wand of magic missiles (CL9, 25 charges) (= 3375gp / sell for 1,687.5gp) (claimed by Bulldust)
• Cloak of resistance +1, black (= 1000gp / sell for 500gp) (claimed by Moffdust)
• Boots of levitation (= 7500gp / sell for 3750gp) (claimed by Jurz)
• 200 gold and 50 platinum coins, all minted in the City of Pedestal (= 700gp)
• 3 x 500gp black pearls = (1500gp)
• Cloak of resistance +1, dark green (= 1000gp / sell for 500gp)
• Full plate +2, medium (= 5650gp / sell for 2825gp)
• Full plate m/wk, small (= 1650gp / sell for 825gp)
• Hair shirt of suffering, small (D&D3.5 Magic Item Compendium p109) (= 3400gp / sell for 1700gp)
• Mithralmist shirt, small (D&D3.5 Magic Item Compendium p20) (3460gp / sell for 1730gp) (claimed by Dregz)
• Silvery rod with 2 pale blue gems is a Rod of sure striking (D&D3.5 Magic Item Compendium p175) (4000gp / sell for 2000gp)
• Reddish orange gem is an Elemental Gem (D&D3.5 Dungeon Masters Guide p255) (2250gp / sell for 1125gp)
• Fist-sized glass orb is an Aberrant sphere (D&D3.5 Magic Item Compendium p149) (2800gp / sell for 1400gp)
• Wooden cudgel with crudely carved animal face is a Summoner's totem (D&D3.5 Magic Item Compendium p187) (3100gp / sell for 1550gp)
• Spellbook: All 19 PHB 0-level spells. 1st level: Magic Missile, Mage Armour, Charm Person, Colour Spray, Silent Image, Disguise Self, Enlarge Person, Alarm. 2nd level: Arcane Lock, Web, Invisibility, Scorching Ray. 3rd level: Haste, Fireball, Fly, Major Image. 4th level: Stoneskin, Polymorph, Greater Invisibility, Charm Monster (=63 pages of spells @ 100gp per page to write + 15gp blank spellbook = 6315gp / sell for 3157.5gp)

The total sale price of the treasure found is 28,952.5gp, which is approximately 4,825gp each.
Deduct the sale price of any items you want to claim for yourself from that share.

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Huge green dragon skin - Armorsmiths can work with the hides of dragons to produce armor or shields of masterwork quality. One dragon produces enough hide for a single suit of masterwork hide armor for a creature one size category smaller (i.e. large size) than the dragon. By selecting only choice scales and bits of hide, an armorsmith can produce one suit of masterwork banded mail for a creature two sizes smaller (medium size), one suit of masterwork half-plate for a creature three sizes smaller (small size), or one masterwork breastplate or suit of full plate for a creature four sizes smaller. (Actually, I would allow one masterwork breastplate for a creature 3 sizes smaller.)  In each case, enough hide is available to produce a small or large masterwork shield in addition to the armor, provided that the dragon is Large or larger. Because dragonhide armor isn’t made of metal, druids can wear it without penalty. Druids are proficient with light and medium armour and shields (except tower shields). Dragonhide armor costs double what masterwork armor of that type ordinarily costs, but it takes no longer to make than ordinary armor of that type.

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So, fast forward to the Team arriving back in Pedestal.
What do you want to do now?
What will you do with the no-longer-invisible body of the Talon of Tiamat (B'zrrk T'marro, male drow) when you get back to the city?
Anybody want to buy anything at the Grand Bazaar?
Good news: Everyone can now level up to level 8. (All on 33,900XP)

The little goblin remains fascinated by the Aberrant sphere, declaring that the words unfathomable words flashing across the surface are send by Bargrivyek.

If nobody else wishes to lay claim to this treasure, the priest will eagerly take it as his share.

Similarly, that there is a second cloak of resistance is a sign that the gods wish their faithful followers to be well protected, so if nobody wants that, Dregz will eagerly drape it about his own shoulders.

The priest would also like to visit the Bazaar, since we need to go anyway, but also to see if he can get his hands on some more useful items, anticipating the orders of his deity.

And "P'raps Es Sarch will want ter see der Talon's body ? 'E probly wants iz ring back anyways."

Minmorc will thoroughly enjoy sky surfing behind a giant bat and will agree with Drez, calling for Jurz to fly us straight to the bar where they met Es Sarch to see if he'll reward us for killing the Drow pest.

Jurz is quite happy to comply with Minmorc's request and makes sure that everyone else levitating has  a suitable line from Rog's raddle, and can skysurf as well.

"I'se wants some armour made from dat dragon skin ..." he tells everyone before they fly.

Moffdust will claim the Rod of sure striking. "Dis will help youse all ter protects me!" She does not want the sphere or cudgel. She is eager to visit the bazaar after settling affairs with Es Sarch.

"Jurz, if ders lots of skin dat yer dont need fer yer armour we should gets dragon skin levver jackets. Wot says Ardanuff more den dragon skin levver jackets!"

Bulldust also claims the Hair shirt of suffering, but it's too small.  "Dis hairy shirt looks holy like Dregzie.  I could use it ter fix up Min next time 'e gets all banged up ... wouldn't want 'im ter stop takin da hits fer da Team.  I'll see if I can get it made bigger at da bazaar.  Yeah, green leavver jackets, dats our team colours.  I'm in, so long as Jurzie still gets enouff bits fer 'is armour."
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"Wiv da red headbands!" Jurz declares getting carried away for one.

"Dere should be enough levver left overs.  Dey make dey armour from the fick stuff on de back.  I finks de belly an de sides is best for de jackets." he surmises.

Team Arda-Nuff returns in triumph to the City of Pedestal, but with no fanfare at all. Whatever the locals might have thought about the so-called Talon of Tiamat they are either ignorant of his defeat or simply don't care.

However, Es Sarch welcomes you back to the Dripstone Inn with something almost approaching warmth. He inspects the body of the drow elf mage that you defeated and confirms this is indeed the Talon of Tiamat, B'zrrk T'marro. So, since possession is nine-tenths of the law, you effectively now own the cave-riddled stalactite that he called home.

Es Sarch informs you that there was not actually any reward offered for defeat of the Talon of Tiamat but he graciously offers you a total of 6,000gp (that's a whole 1,000gp each) for the return of the ring he gave you and for the keys to the Talon of Tiamat's stalactite. To sweeten the deal even further he says he will call in a favour or two with the merchants of the Grand Bazaar (who will, after all, have some reasons to be grateful for the defeat of the Talon of Tiamat). He is sure he can persuade those merchants to sell items to you at cost price, up to that 6,000gp he has already offered you. Effectively, that would double the value of that 6,000gp, as long as you spend it to buy items in the Grand Bazaar. (Obviously you wouldn't get that benefit if you wanted to buy coins, gems or jewellery, since there is not that difference in sale price versus market price on those valuables.) In other words, that's another 1,000gp each to walk away with, or 2,000gp each to spend in the Grand Bazaar.

OOC: Enough green dragon skin will be left over for leather jackets or vests for everyone. They wouldn't count as leather armour but they will certainly look good and can be designed to be worn over your normal armour if you want to.

When Bully tries the hair shirt he finds that it magically resizes to fit him.
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OOC: woo hoo!  Scratch scratch...

Minmorc will gladly take the reward and will buy the party, Es Sarch and anyone else nearby a drink to celebrate. He will talk to Es Sarch about getting the captains of the Nuffle teams to meet him at the pub that night and then he will blissfully stroll to the bazaar.

Once he gets there he will seek three specific vendors; an enchanter to add the spell storing enchantment to his axe, a merchant who can sell him a potion of flying and a leather working armorer or tailor who can make a tailored dragon leather jacket. He has decided he'd like a jacket in the style of a buccaneers overcoat with flaring collar and deep cuffs. On a whim he will buy a black leather tricorn hat - when he can wear these he will appear as a hulking, brutal pirate captain wielding a a wickedly sharp great axe humming with death magic from the inflict moderate wounds spell he immediately loads it with.

He will ask the party to stay in pedestal for an overnight stay so that he can put some plans in motion for the next Nuffle tournament to proceed once they've departed and to regain his spells ready for the next piece of the black mace. He will laugh about how he isn't any good at clever tricks and that he'll just stick with enhancing and healing magics.

Moffdust smirks toothily at Min in his fancy coat and pointy hat, smugly assured that no one will look as dignified as she. She twirls in her slightly oversized black dragon leather poncho with a scalloped edge and hood with pointy ears. (Picture a 3 year old in a fairy dress). She giggles "I is a cat-bats!"

Bulldust happily downs the drink Min bought and heads to the bazaar, inspired by the dragon jackets and ready to get one in his style.  He returns wearing a black dragon leather 'bikie' waistcoat with a green-eyed copper-coloured dragon emblem on the back, with a motto in draconic runes.  He gives a twirl "Wild eh?!"

After his trip to the bazaar, Jurz wears brand new studded leather armour made from the dragon's skin, with studs made from the claws and teeth of the dragon.  The heavy shield has gone, and been replaced by this trusty old darkwood buckler, but it appears to have a bit more of an aura about it.  But perhaps that has more to do with the Stompy Stick that is clasped firmly in that hand, leaving his right hand free to hold a weapon.

"Dats' gonna bes better when we's get to de battle"


OOC:  Couldn't afford the weight and penalties for heavier armour :(  There should be enough left over for at least one dragon-hide shield and possibly other armours for 'smalls'.

A quick question for Bully and Moffa. Are your black dragon leather waistcoat and poncho made from the green dragon skin from the stalactite, dyed black, or from actual black dragon skin purchased at the Grand Bazaar? [Language unknown: Uspe hatoulted se Forvenove olla loei PE ul Re NG.]

Moffdust's poncho was made from the green dragon hide. She would have followed 'suit' from Jurz and Min... what colour are yours?

Minmorcs coat is mostly dark green from dragon wing skin but the collar and cuffs are pale green from the finest cuts of dragon belly. He's a very fashion forward Ork. He just assumed that Moffa and Bully had decided that green wasn't their color and had gotten theirs dyed.

Jurz's armour is green, although the studs are tooth and claw colour, which I assume is yellowish/ivory coloured.
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Ah nice!  In that case Bulldust's jacket is bottle-green too.  :-)

"Yep, I's a green bats!" Moffdust flaps off into the city and is not seen for a couple of days.

Dregz opts to have his scraps of dragon hide fashioned into a pair of tailored pants that really set off what of his green skin is visible through his mane of hair.

The little goblin also has a profitable time in the markets (though perhaps not as much as the vendors there), getting himself a ring, a black mask (which goes rather well with his new trousers, his boots and his dark green cloak) and yet another wooden stick for his collection. 

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A good night's sleep with the Magic Stick (the Black Rod, not the other ones) turns into a terrified awakening as the priest's dreams turn to nightmares !

With trembling voice, Dregz recounts what he can remember of the horrors:

He dreams that he is standing in front of a huge, translucent, colourless glass dragon statue. The statue seems to be looking directly at him. Then the statue moves, and speaks to him. He is terrified! But the dream is a bit confusing too. Sometimes it seems like there are white giants behind Dregz, too, or he is facing the giants instead, and he is not sure which he is more terrified of, the giants or the dragon.

The Magic Stick now points to the south west when he directs it to find the location of the next (last ?) piece.

"May be we's got de dragon's skin?" the brown g goblin asks.

"Cool dream Dregzie!  I like da bit about da dragon, can't wait ter meet her!  Bet she'll be happy ta see da bits ov her skin again.  Any elfs in yer dream?"

Bulldust has returned from the bazarre with bracers (arm sort), potion of flying (copycat), and a dongle for his chainflail so it stiffens like a longspear.  "Da one weapon fer all occasions!" he proudly demonstrates doing a pole vault with the stiff chain.

Seeking professional advice, he peels back the layers of jacket, armour and hair shirt to show Dregz and Jurz his skin.  "I went back to da Kobo-Wax ta get off da re-growff, but da kobolds said ma fur was jus fallin out.  An look, now I got dese."  His bugbear fur is gone, except for the spiked red hair on his head, and he has tiny iridescent copper-coloured scales all over his green skin.  "Weird eh?  D'ya fink its a bugbear fing or a Bargriefyuk fing or somefing else like da dragon skin rubbing off?"

"Oh, an Moffa said she'll be a few days, like a week, cos she's gettin her poncho magicked."

Jurz looks at Bully's skin for a moment then his head snaps up "What has youse been drinking?  Did it haves a funny sign on da bottle?" he asks sharply.

Bulldust looks puzzled at Jurz. "Yer mean like a potion?  Nah, nuffing like dat, only beer."  He rubs at the tiny scales.  "Dey don't feel bad.  Kinda like dey're a part ov me."

The priest throws back his cape and lifts his mask in order to carefully examine the bugbear, prodding him thoughtfully with one of his Magic Sticks. 

"Youse seems to be turnin' into a draggin," Dregz opines. "I don' knows if dat ud bese a Gobrin or a Draglin ?"  He shrugs.  "But if youse iz den Bargrivyek mus' approves ov it."

Picking up on Dregz idea, Jurz has a brief mental image of himself riding a dragon-like Bully into battle, but then asks.  "Whats about your handses?  heve dey got de claws as well? ...  An do youse hiccup anyfing nasty?  Like fireballs or acid?" he adds suddenly as he takes a step backwards, out of 'hiccup' line

"Maysbe it was dat pukey-gas?  Maysbe we is all going to turn into dragonses?" Jurz suggests, surreptitiously looking across at Deregz to see if he is changing as well.

"Bully bein a bugdragon is jus like a bugbear bein a goblin I guess. Never understood hows bugbears is related ter goblins, is dey like an uncle once removed? Moffa can takes all der time she wants, I still got some gold so I'll be round dis inn drinkin or at der Nuffle field trainin if yer needs me.""

"Yeah!  Like I'm turnin into a dragon!" He grins hugely.  "Dats good dat Bargriefyuk finks its ok.  My claws are a bit longer but not so's I could rip anyfing wiv em, an I do get da acid burps but not fire.  Dis must be da bugbear magic ... I suppose all dragons were bugbears once."  He looks closely at Jurz and shakes his head.  "Maybe it takes longer for goblins?"

Having not much else to do, Bulldust goes to watch the Nufflers training.  He keeps a watch for aerial attack, making sure the players are safe while they rip each other to shreds.

"Oh, I don't know." Jurz responds grinning, now that the conundrum of Billy's skin appears to be resolved.

Then he starts to change.  His body changes shape to become  longer and four legged.  Then he is a good ten feet long with nobly brown/green skin, a tail that waves from side to side and a long, grinning, mouth that is full of very sharp teeth.

However, he only holds that shape for a moment or two before reverting to his normal size and shape - and the grin is still plastered broadly across his face.

"Woah!  Dats wot I'm gonna be when I grow up.  A real live Draglin.

"My granny woz once removedses," Dregz reminisces to Minmorc.  "Several times acherly.  But she kepts goin' back cos she really liked der ale at dat tavern."

Dregz nods as Bully and Jurz accept the wisdom of his findings, though is somewhat alarmed at the thought that he might be turning into a dragon himself (perhaps that's the fate of any who wear dragon hide in whatever form ?) ... and alarmed more than somewhat by the druid's sudden transformation, managing only a weak smile in return as Jurz reverts to his own form.

Moffdust eventually joins you all at the Dripstone, She's proudly wearing her bat-poncho. She peers at the scales on Bully's knee, huffs on them and burnishes them up a bit. "Dose is pretty Bully. Can I has dem too?"

She shows you all a new ring she bought. It has tiny cloud faces on it. "It's de Rings of de Four Windses. If sometings attacks me it blows dem away!" She throws her arms wide in a bat-poncho swirling explosion.

Team Arda-Nuff have been staying at the Dripstone Inn for the six days it took for Moffa's new items to be created.

When she returns, the cowled figure of Es Sarch raises a bony finger to beckon you all over for a quiet conversation with him.

"You call yourselves Team Arda-Nuff and have proven yourselves worthy of that name by defeating the self-styled Talon of Tiamat. I do not know your plans for the future but if you are starting to feel bored, I have a small task you might like to undertake for someone I sometimes do business with; one might even consider him a friend of mine.

"There is a cave below one of the old warehouses in the city that is a natural focus of the forces that cause all matter to decay over time. Some call it a Decay Node, if that means anything to you. My friend wishes to have access to that node as any cleric spending a number of hours there can gain access to an additional divine domain – the Decay Domain. Anyone who is not a cleric would also gain some affinity with that domain from spending time there; my friend called it a 'Touch of Decay', but I am unsure what that would entail.

"Unfortunately, a drow priestess named Esmar'ra has commandeered that cave and refuses to allow anyone else access to the Decay Node. She is a priestess of Lolth, so there are few in Pedestal who would wish to be seen opposing her will. But I suspect that would not be a particular for visitors from the sun-poisoned skin of the world, such as yourselves.

"Would you be interested in taking on such a mission? Your reward would be access to the Decay Node itself, of course, as well as whatever valuable items Esmar'ra has down there with her."

"I'm in."

"Touch of decay?  Probbly someones handses falling off." Jurz replies cheerfully, looking hard at Bully.

"I'se in ...."
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Bulldust looks dubious all through Es's long speech about the node and all "Like toof decay?", but makes up his mind quickly when Es says there's elfs who needs fighting and looting.  "Dats gonna be da elf priestess!  I'm in!"

"Yer jus wouldn't wanna decay der stuff yer touchin at der wrong time, would ya? Standing der takin a leak den nec minute... aaaargh, rotted winkie hur hur hur!"

The little goblin priest doesn't like the sound of this place at all ... but he'll stand by his tribe come what may !

"Ize in too," Dregz nods, wishing he'd asked Bargrivyek for one or more Remove Disease spells !

"I am pleased that you will look into this matter for us," Es Sarch responded emotionlessly.

"From the few reports we have received to date there do seem to be some puzzling things happening there. The reports of a low barricade across the entry to the antechamber are, perhaps, not surprising, but the heat and glow of firelight from the antechamber certainly do not belong there. I shall await your report with great interest, when you return. It is possible that the weeks the priestess has already spent in the Decay Node is longer than is wise.

"However, there is no particular urgency. If you wish to rest and make any preparations before you  undertake this mission that will be perfectly satisfactory, and I understand you would need to spend at least eight hours in the Decay Node to benefit from it. Speak to me again when you are ready to go and I will arrange a guide to show you the way there."

"Bully, I reckon dis barricade is waitin jus fer you ter storm it!" Minmorc will look around at the others "Imma good ter go now but I'll tuck inter a good feed an wait if any yous need time."

"Ooo...barricade and a elf.  What are da chances of dat?!!"  The Draglin is ready to go.

"Heat and glow of fire light ...  I wonders if dat is one of does elemental fings?"  Jurz muses.

OOC: I'm ready.  (After a quick change of spells)
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"I's ready. Takes us to de festering caves." She ponders what creature she will summon to be her cohort for the day, deciding to have a look at the cave before choosing.