Patchwall, YR 1 of The Seer's New Greyhawk Orthodox Calendar.  Time: early evening.

To be frank, the party's a bit lopsided with the time/date. Seems like you've been down here for a week, but you can't say for sure. There were at least two stops in the wizard's lab for rest and study and meditation. Perhaps three. That was after the first visit with the ghast, the shadow and the...whatever the hell that monstrosity was that fought Myrrick (monster skeleton). Oh, yeah and a night in the room that went to nowhere...yes, topsy-turvy is about the right word for it.

Now fatigue settles in - all this moving about, but not really sure where you're going or what the point is. All of which is made worse when you note Weasel face down in his own blood. The boy, well, young man, isn't moving.

Turning him over reveals bite and claw marks that are vile. It is quite clear he is dead. As sadness comes over you at the fall of a comrade, a sudden worry sinks in: what happens to someone who's bitten by a ghoul.  You all have heard rumors...it is a sobering thought.

Finally, some good news, there's a chest in Dining area that somehow went unnoticed.

Kullonar looks down at the young lad, Weasel, and frowns.
"Best take his head...else he will rise with a hunger for flesh."
The priest makes the sign of the Cudgel and looks at his companions, particularly those with a sword.

Bruno reaches out a hand to slow down the cleric of St. Cuthbert, "Wait! Wait, brother. I do not think that would be required. If we bless his body, even if we can not give him a proper burial, his soul should be safe...

"I have to admit that I did not realize he had fallen, poor Weasel. (Was that his birth name, do we know?)"

Bruno's final question was more to himself than not as the combination of fatigue and a profound sense of loss settles over him.

As he reaches for his holy symbol, though, he seems to gain a second breath, "Come, comrades, circle around. Let us see this young man off as properly as we may. Father Kullonar, will you join me in this? The blessings of Soul Forger and The Cudgel will see that his soul gets to its proper home."

OOC: I've got a Bless spell ready.

Kullonar nods. "Indeed I shall help, brother."
With holy symbol in one hand and cudgel in the other, the half-orc priest of St. Cuthbert prepares to send Weasel's poor soul onto the afterlife.

It was a fitting ceremony, none were untouched. The boy had turned into a man, self-assured, positive, in the days that followed their retreat from the inn all those days ago.

"Saved our bacon a few times, he did," Bruknar noted sadly. "Was a wizard with locks, too."

Party actions, please?

Gildan holds back, not knowing the deceased. He tries to maintain a respectful manner during the ceremony, but as soon as its done he starts to search the room.

OOC:
16:00, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 1 using 1d3.  Search Secret Doors.

In the top room, the dining area, Gildan's search for secret doors proves fruitless. However, in the far left corner, about 15' from the door, he takes note of a medium sized chest. Other than that, everything remains as described when the party first enters.

Without touching the chest, Gildan will do a visual inspection of the chest. Does it have a lock? Could it be broken open?

Kullonar watches this newcomer roam around the room as if he owns the place.
"Not very grateful for saving his life, is he?" murmurs the half-orc to Bruno. "He hasn't even given us his name."

Gildan limps around the room. Spying the chest, he approaches to find it in pretty poor repair. A clasp is rusted through and the wood looks to be dry and brittle. The ranger thinks on that for a moment: why would wood be dry, but the metal clasp be rusted? A riddle, no doubt, one that he ponders as he continues his inspection.

From what he can tell, it appears that the lid can simply be opened.

As Gildan does his expression, there are low murmurs from the others as they process what's happened to Weasel.

External points:

The door to the dining area is closed, but not secured. The door do the lounge is still open - Zan, Kullonar and Bruno recall that there was a door in there as well.

House Rule: Everyone other than Gildan, make an idea roll please: add wisdom and intelligence together, than roll percentile (d100) - if you roll below the sum of your int & wis, you have an idea.

OOC:

12:17, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 53 using 1d100.  Idea Roll.

Result = NOPE!

22:14, Today: Kullonar rolled 65 using 1d100.  Idea Roll (27).

The party's search has yet to yield much of anything at this point, though the fact that there are portals in both chambers might suggest a cunning strategy by the ghast and its followers.

Of course, the chest is still unopened as Gildan looks to the others for confirmation to open it. The time for introductions are near.



OOC: I have two, but still waiting on idea rolls from other party members (excepting Gildan). Wisdom + Intelligence = x where x is below the roll.

ooc2: ugh, algebra...

Zan looked at his hand when the wand disappeared from his hand, "Was it something that I said.  Dang I'm gonna miss that wand."

16:42, Today: Zan rolled 30 using 1d100.  thinking.
Eureka, Zan done gone and done it now.



Looking at the newcomer, "You got a name? I'm called Zan.  I do hope your not a mute.  My sign language isn't that good."
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As the party gathers around the chest, Zan quietly goes about exploring the two rooms.

"Most troubling, these undead seem to have an intelligence about them.  They actually tried to flanking us.  They knew of the secret door and had used it to try and get around behind us.  We're gonna have to up our game.  Smart Undead"

Myrrick studies the chest, the room, the doors. Everything, since they have a brief moments peace.

17:21, Today: Myrrick rolled 18 using 1d100.  idea.
passed by 10... I'm a clever ranger.

Myrrick follows Zan.

While his comrades begin checking the rooms Bruno considers Zan's words, "Yes... You make a good observation, my friend.

Pausing he sighs conveying the fatigue he feels, "By the Soul Forger's Hammer I can't recall whether any that we frightened away are still about or we've dealt with them all.

"That means that others may already be laying an ambush for us now that they know we're present."
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Time now not to despair, rather courage hearkens and girds thee with strength.


                                                                       The Seer


Perhaps peeking into the chest might help you all to feel a bit better.
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Myrrick nodded with Zan's assessment, "Clever undead does not bode well, we definitely need to be more aware of our surroundings, I will start to help search for secret doors, I may not find them, but more eyes looking give us a better chance. Cleris, when you are able, can you examine my weapon. I want to make sure the halberd is being used to its fullest potential."

Zan went and checked on the remains of Weasel.  "Sorry we lost ya, buddy"   He looked through his gear knowing that he was no longer in need of them.

Myrrick, just noticing Weasel, moves over to the young man and mutters a few words under his breath, placing a hand gently on his chest for a moment.

At this point, some information about the tactics used by the ghouls sinks in leaving all of you worried. Myrrick and Zan spend time studying Weasel's corpse. And Gildan looks an awful lot like he wants to open the chest he's currently crouching beside.

Party's move, please.

Gildan steps away from the chest and turns to Zan. There is no awkwardness in his silence. It seems that maybe he simply has no understanding of politeness.



"Gildan," he responds, then nods at the chest, "Any of you good with checking traps and all that?"

"Well our lost friend Weasle was our best at finding traps and such, I happen to know a thing or two as well."  Zan will go over and examine the chest.  Doing much of the things that Weasle would normally do.  Taking out his sword he gives the chest a poke with his sword, "Never can be to sure"

(check for traps, open lock, open chest)  09:45, Today: Zan rolled 57,37,23,21,74 using d100,d100,d100,d100,d100.  checking things.


He takes a deep breath and holds it right before opening the chest.

Bruno sat quietly on the floor seemingly to meditate holding his shield before him with his hands atop it.

When proper movement began he pulls himself together and stands. He knows that he is of know use when it comes to dealing with any traps on the chest let alone its lock. That said, he knows that a hammer and spike are tools enough to get through most such items, if nothing else.

Still, he also knows that Zan has some skills that are more subtle, so he speaks little as he watches him to what he does.

Zan finds no traps, however he is successful identifying and picking the lock mechanism that's built into the chest.

Closing his eyes and offering a quick prayer to fortune, he pops the lock. Nothing happens (happily) so he continues forward and opens the chest. As if expecting any number of calamities, his face is turned from the front of the chest. When nothing happens, he finds several vials filled with liquid, a scroll tube and a small velvet bag.

Zan let out an audible sigh, "Always seemed much easier to me when I was helping Weasle". He said down beside the chest and started removing the items in the chest and handing them to the others.
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"Gildan...greetings and welcome. Alas, we were not in time to save Weasel...but the god's granted us the time to save you. I'm afraid this band is knee-deep in it. Are you sure you want to throw in your lot with us?"

Kullonar leans over Zan to look into the chest, wondering what might be found.

Gildan looks around the room and says, "Well, I don't think any of us have a choice, at this point."

You find the following:
Four vials, each full of liquid
-vial 1 is a dark blue color
-vial 2 is dark in color and seems to be viscous and not watery
-vial 3 seems to be a faint pink color
-vial 4 is a translucent red color (not like blood)

-1 scroll bound by a now worn ribbon inside a fairly nice bone scroll tube

-1 velvet bag filled with 8 small gems of a russet hue that glitter prettily

Zan, Myrrick, Uthecar and Bruno roll percentile dice (d100 on the roller to appraise).

ooc is high good?

21:38, Today: Myrrick rolled 95 using 1d100.  appraisal.

pm

Kullonar examines the bone case scroll, opening it to see what's inside.
"Maybe one of us can use whatever's in here, brother," he says to Bruno.

The two priests take a look at the description atop the scroll.

In fanciful script, the scroll reads: An orison of succor from folk or fiend of malevolent persuasion.

(Protection from Evil)

OOC: 15:47, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 10 using 1d100.  appraisal.

Bruno takes a look at the scroll and turns to Kullonar, "A Protection from Evil scroll will be quite useful! Why don't you take it, Brother Kullonar?"

He then takes a look at the other items.

Kullonar nods, puts the scroll back in its case, and straps it to his waist.
"I fear we will need it soon enough, brother."

"Have you run into any more of these things?" Gildan gestures towards the dead ghouls.

Bruno turns to the new Elf, "Undead or these particular type of undead?

"These are not the first undead we've destroyed... But they are different in that they seemed to have an intelligence about them."

Nodding at Zan he continues, "It was your Grey cousin, Zan, here who noted that in an earlier fight they actually attempted to flank us in the melee."

"Yeap, there seems to be quite a bit of evil in these tunnels.  Almost seem like there is a great intelligence that we are dealing with, that has yet to reveal itself.  Best save that scroll till it is most needed. "

"Seems a bit fool hearty to venture down here by yourself."

Gildan didn't seem to understand that Zan's point was directed at him, "Yes, we should stick together for all of our sakes."

Bruno nods in agreement, but looks back at Gildan pointedly, "Indeed.

"And to my friend's point, how is it you are hear alone? You are alone, no?"

"Fer my part, I appreciate the intervention," Bruknar said.

A weariness sets over the party, part of it from the constant strain of what seems a veritable horde of undead, along with the death of Weasel and the wounds on the newcomer, Gildan. There is an air of distrust among the party for the newcomer, something perhaps that needs to be resolved.

"Who're you?" Uthecar demanded in typical, no nonsense fashion. Despite his brusque demeanor, his expression is more curious than anything else. He awaits the archer's answer patiently."

Myrrick, too, awaited an answer, "And what are you doing down here?"

"Well, I suspected there were undead down here. Finding and killing undead....well, that's what I do."

As if he realized how ridiculous his boast may have sounded, he clarifies, "I took an oath to rid the world of undead. They..." his voice chokes up, "Well, they took someone very special from me."

Despite the fact that there are two elves in his party and they were originally sent by an elven noble Bruno has not previously had that much contact with elves. He has learned more about them in the past month or two than he ever knew before. Yet, they are still odd to him. He listens to Gildan and does his best to read the new fellow's face and, well, it seemed as if he spoke the truth.

"So, you came down here on your own to hunt whatever undead might be down here?"

Kullonar feels a touch of sympathy for the elven archer and says as much.
"It's never easy to lose someone...especially to the walking dead. I hate them as much as you seem to do. As long as you're on our side, I'm fine with you hanging around."

Things are settling down now, Gilden's been introduced, albeit a bit doubtfully by some members of the party. You've got a nifty little surprise in the chest in the form of potions and scroll, along with some gems.

Now is where the party earns its pay - you've got a wounded member (Gildan + anyone I might have missed). And you've still got (by your best guess) at least another third of the upper level to explore. It feels nightish, though even those who are used to subterranean settings aren't quite sure what time it is. The dwarves can kind of figure out up, and certainly they're good with weak or damaged rock...which there doesn't seem to be a lot of: Quesqueton was built by dwarves after all.

What does the party wish to do?

Bruno realizes that their new friend has wounds and glances at Kullonar, "It seems you might need a bit of assistance to get back on your feet."

He puts his shield on the ground leaning it against his knees and the four runes of Moradin seem to gleam a bit as he says a prayer in Dwarven and touches his holy symbol to Gildan's forehead.

OOC: Well... The first one does not do too much good, I'm afraid:


10:55, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 1 using 1d8.  Cure Light Wounds.

Sorry, adding this late -- Gildan, how wounded are you? I'm guessing 1 HP isn't going to help much, but give us some sense so we know how many CLWs we're going to cast!

Seer, maybe the best way to do this is for you to roll the CLWs after this one and let me and Kullonar know how many spells we've cast to get Gildan back up to tip-top shape?
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Nodding, Gildan replies, "Pretty much, yeah."

Looking around, he says, "This room seems pretty defensible, now that we've cleared out the nasties. Should we camp for the night? And, if you've got more of those healings, I could use a few."
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"Allow me to help, brother."
Kullonar walks over to Gildan and invokes the power of St. Cuthbert.

08:24, Today: Kullonar rolled 6 using 1d8.  CLW to Gildan.

"How are you feeling, our new friend?"

Bruknar and Uthecar carefully survey the two rooms. They jam spikes beneath the secret door, as well as any exterior doors (spikes gotten in one of the storerooms you guys explored - handy, no?) and hammer them in good and tight. Pulling open his pack, Bruknar said, "I'm hungry."

So saying, he sits and has his daily trail ration and washes it down with water. Uthecar drops to his butt and joins him. The two dwarfs start talking in their gutteral language, talk turns to laughter and their cheer seems contagious as everyone in the room settles down to eat.

Bruno and Kullonar minister to Gildan - they work hard to secure his health, then offer thanks to their respective deities. The next 8 hours are spent in rest and recuperation - all are back to maximum hit points.

Actions, lads?

Bruno looks around the room they are in, "Let us take a rest here. It's defensible and we all need it. On the 'morrow' we still have a goodly bit of this level to explore."

Once awake, "Yes, let us clear this level then explore below. Glad to have you along then Gildan, if you are tricking us I will kill you. Now let's get to work."

Well rested and stocked up on spells, Kullonar is ready to move on...and says as much.

"I'm beginning to think that a few more individuals touched by their gods would be of some use with all of these undead around here.  Most are content to hide behind their walls or their temple."

Zan set a few traps around the camp site to help deter and alert would be troubles for the group.


"Gildan, your quest to rid the lands of undead be quite noble and all.  But how many did you think you could take down all alone.  Darn near, gone and got yourself killed.  I've found keeping that at a distance is preferred."

Gildan shrugs, "When a Righteous Oath is taken, the gods have a way of ensuring support and success along the way. And look what happened; I have found all of you and we work together now. Listen to the gods and you will find doubting yourself serves no purpose."

---

When the loid noise strikes, he immediately grabs his bow and notches an arrow. "I suppose that's worth investigating."

Kullonar nods at the young man's wisdom and then flinches when the loud noise disrupts their conversation.
Grabbing his cudgel and shield, the half-orc priest stands beside Gildan.
"Lead the way, good sir."

When Zan makes his comment about the party needing more clerics Bruno snorts, "Perhaps you hear the calling yourself? By your argument one might say that it's less a matter of priests hiding in temples than worshippers refusing to take up the mantles of their gods, eh?"

Hearing the booming noise he too is on his feet Shield of Moradin before him and short sword in his hand. "We'll need to reform our order now that we've lost poor Weasel and gained Gildan.

"Uthecar and I will lead, Burknar and Kullonar then Gildan and Zan and Myrrick with his polearm reach protecting our rear. Agreed?"

OOC:

To clarify:

Uthecar/Bruno

Bruknar /Kullonar

Gildan /Zan

Myrrick

I figure this puts the clerics and dwarves up front, so that we can deal with undead easier and everyone else can shoot over our heads and Myrrick's polearm gives him reach.

Forgive the DM brainfart - 1 HP to each character for keeping the game going in the meanwhile - think I spent ten minutes trying to figure out where it went. LOL!

The party gets a relatively decent night's sleep. No sounds filter into the rooms - standard watches meant that now and again, those on watch would slip into the lower room (Lounge) and make sure the spikes were still in place. Most times they'd stop and ogle the female nude as well...

You all get the sense that it's daylight in the outside world. The last watch wakes the others, and the party debates what they wish to do.

Suddenly, a loud noise breaks the outer silence, almost like someone slaming into the door in the lounge. That you all heard it from the dining area speaks volumes.

Actions?

"Lead on, dwarf friends," Kullonar whispers...even though he isn't sure why he is whispering.

Another loud noise echoes from outside the lounge. Something is hammering at the door.

Myrrick readies his polearm and shrugs, "I don't suppose that someone called for help and that's them? No... didn't think so. I guess we should open the door and see what it is then?"

Bruno pats Uthegar on the shoulder, "Right. Open the door, lad. I'm with ya.

"Stand to, Bruknar, Dwarves to the fore!"

He pauses speaking quickly, "We welcome our Elven friends to join us, of course!"

Moving towards the door he stands ready with the shield of elemental Moradin before him ready for whatever might burst through the door when the dwarven fighter opens it.

The last roar definitely has a bullish tone to it, though there's something spectral about it as well, in the way it echoes through the door. Each of you have a visceral reaction to the sound...as if you're meeting death face to face.


Before the party decides which door to open, a loud crash and roar comes from the lounge. Those in position look on in horror as what must have once been a minotaur moves up the the passage. The bones of the beast are stark, with but a thin layer of dessicated fur and skin remaining on the body. It rushes forward to attack with a massive morning star in it's fist. At the very least, the weapon was made by a smith of no small skill.

Initiative, please, Gentlefolk!

Initiative for Skeleton Minotaur: 2
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OOC:
12:21, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 6 using 1d6+3.  Initiative

14:45, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 8 using 1d6+2.  Damage 2.

14:45, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 3 using 1d6+2.  Damage 1.

14:45, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 22 using 1d20+7.  Bow attack 2.

14:45, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 21 using 1d20+7.  Bow attack 1.
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Myrrick moves with GIldan, slashing with his halberd.

11:25, Today: Myrrick rolled 8 using 1d10+4.  hurt.

11:25, Today: Myrrick rolled 8 using 1d20+4.  hit.

11:23, Today: Myrrick rolled 6 using 1d6+2.  init.

"By the Cudgel!" Kullonar growls as the undead minotaur comes at them.
He steps up, working his way in for a strike.

12:57, Today: Kullonar rolled 10,2 using 1d20+1,1d6+1.  Cudgel attack.
12:55, Today: Kullonar rolled 5 using 1d6.  Initiative.

Bruno had never seen an non-humanoid undead skeleton before and it was an off-putting realization that, of course, ...Corpses are corpses, so why couldn't they...?

This thought awful realization led to the idea that it was about time he used the Augury that Moradin has gifted him with to affirm that their investigation of this level of the dungeon really was going to be useful to their mission in these ruins.

Luckily the brain works quickly and as he was having these thoughts his body moves forward to attack the creature so that he might actually take the moment for the Augury...

OOC:

14:16, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 6 using 1d6+1.  Initiative.

14:17, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 25 using 1d20+5.  Short Sword Attack.*I can't recall how we deal with Critical Hits (double damage? roll again to confirm?), so I'll let you adjust this or roll or whatever, Seer!

14:17, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 10 using 1d6+7.  Short Sword Damage.

And the battle is joined:

Bruno, Gildan and Myrrick all lead the way, attacking the brutish, skeletal minotaur courageously. Myrrick's attack is a piercing blow that manages to slide between the ribcage for no damage. Gildan proves to be a sure shot; both arrows he looses find their mark, each one chips away at the beast's bones. Bruno's attack is a massive swing that scores the deader; the sound of bone breaking is like nails on a chalkboard.

Kullonar follows up with a swing that just goes wide. Uthecar and Bruknar move forward in tandem: Bruknar hits the beast with the back of his handaxe, using the weapon like a hammer, then Uthecar charges in and with a mighty swing of his axe knocks a few more bones on the big feller askew.

For the skeleton minotaur, he returns Bruno's blow with a mighty swing that deflects off the thickest part of his mail. (-1hp to Bruno).

ooc: going to give Zan a chance to take his action until tomorrow, then I will roll for him.

Zan cast a magic missle spell at the skeletuar.

17:05, Today: Zan rolled 4,4 using 1d4+1,1d4+1.  Mm

Myrrick, frustrated, attacks again, this time, trying to get his blade between the beasts ribs, twist it and use it to off balance the minotaur or even knock it over.

13:26, Today: Myrrick rolled 11 using 1d10+4.  dmg.

13:26, Today: Myrrick rolled 21 using 1d20+4.  to hit.

Kullonar takes another swipe at the beast...but doesn't even get close.

OOC: I don't recall if we need to reroll init every round. I included it here, but if it's not relevant, just ignore.
10:12, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 7 using 1d6+2.  Bow Damage 2.

10:12, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 4 using 1d6+2.  Bow Damage 1.

10:11, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 10 using 1d20+7.  Bow Attack 2.

10:11, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 19 using 1d20+7.  Bow Attack 1.

10:11, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 6 using 1d6+3.  Init.

Hoping that his arrows chipping away at the bones are doing enough damage to make it worthwhile, Gildan fires another two arrows at the skeletal beast.

Bruno hacks again at the skelataur with his gleaming short sword.

OOC:
12:32, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 21 using 1d20+5.  Short Sword Attack.

12:33, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 8 using 1d6+7.  Short Sword Damage.

Uthecar get's a crack in with his axe, but Bruknar whiffs with both hand axes - he's still using them as hammers to pummel.

Fires off another couple of MM:

6 points damage.

The minotaur skeleton is looking a bit rough. Broken pieces of bone are dropping off and the bones still attached are heavily damaged. Still, he's still standing and takes aim at the fellow with the really long blade:

The minotaur smacks Myrrick pretty good; 19 to hit for 6 points of damage

Ouch!

ooc: Start of the third round, folks. You're thinkin' that a few more smacks will do the trick...

"Watch out, Myrrick!" Kullonar yells, a bit too late.
He then steps in and takes a swipe at the skeletal minotaur.

10:26, Today: Kullonar rolled 13,2 using 1d20+1,1d6+1.  Cudgel attack.

Bruno swings his short sword again hoping to finally bring the skelataur down.


14:13, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 20 using 1d20+5.  Short Sword Attack.

14:14, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 9 using 1d6+7.  Short Sword Damage.

As Myrrick flinches back from the skelator's blow, the rest of the party convenes around the beast. Kullonar and Bruno engage, both scoring hits, while Bruknar and Uthecar bring their own weapons to bear. Each strike is cumulative, and at last the bones are sundered by Uthecar's axe.

Time to check wounds. Bruknar suggests checking out the state of the door the minoskeletaur came through.

Party's actions.

Kullonar heeds Bruknar's suggestion and moves quickly to the door, looking inside.

The door is smashed to uselessness. A shame, really, as it was finely crafted.

Bruno is relieved when the creature finally falls. Taking a breath he looks around at his comrades and moving towards Myyrick says, "Come, my friend, I thought I saw that thing's axe catch you. Let me take a look."

Holding his right hand presenting the silver hammer hanging from his neck Bruno chants a prayer asking for Moradin's blessing as his left hand carefully touches the wound on the Elven warrior's torso.

OOC:

12:14, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 6 using 1d8.  Cure Light Wounds.

A better roll than I normally manage for this. Whew! ;)
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ooc: it was a large axe, btw.

As Bruno heals up Myrrick, the rest of the party gathers their things and congregates near the broken secret door in room 4 (see map in "Map Thread"). It completely smashed, leaving the lounge and dining area vulnerable.

ooc2: Who's handling the coffer and it's contents. I had a player some years ago in another adventure who consistently forgot to record magic items on his character sheet. Don't be that guy. Eventually I stopped directing magic his way, and he stopped playing. Let this be fair warning.

While his companions prepare to search whatever lies through the smashed door, Kullonar remembers the chest and returns to get the four vials and the small bag of gems, tucking them away for later perusal.
He then hurries back to his companions and follows them into the room.

Myrrick coughs and speaks to Bruno, "Thank you my friend... that went poorly. Is everyone else well?"

"Alright, then, let's get a move on. Standing 'round won't do with deaders around every turn."

Bruno nods in agreement with Bruknar, but holds out a hand, "Quite so, but one moment, if you will my friends.

"It occurs to me that I have been blessed with Moradin's Augury, which I might use to confirm whether or not staying on this level lead us to our goal.

"As my cousin here says, we know there are 'deaders' around every turn, but I wonder if we are making useful progress in our mission. Give me a few minutes to make my devotions and see what the Soul Forger would say on the matter....

"It will take me some time, but while I'm meditating you all might investigate the vials that Kullonar picked up, eh? It would be useful to know whether or not they are useful when the time comes to use them."

PM

Bruno moves to a corner of the room where he goes down on his knees with the Shield of Moradin before him, but the inscribed front facing him rather than outward and his silver hammer of Moradin hanging loosely from his hands, which rest atop the shield. He mumbles a prayer as he slips into a meditative state.

Moments pass when his broad shoulders expand with a deep breath and his eyes open. There is a thoughtful calm about him as he seems to be considering something. Looking up he nods and stands, "Well, my friends... The Soul Forger was generous. Here is what I was told:

"Weal or woe, the answer is.
Woe or weal also true.
Dwimmer depths more perilous,
Yet periled passage you must go through
A true dwarf knows what's beneath his feet."

Pausing he smiles, "Here is what I take from these words:

"In the immediate span of time (OOC: 30 mins) there is no guarantee that something good will result from our actions, but if we wish to complete our mission then we must proceed as we are and going deeper into these depths is required of us... And it will be yet more dangerous.

"Thank you for giving me the time to confirm this, but it does seem as if we are on the right path. Shall we return to our marching order proceed? The Augury urges us into the 'dwimmer', so it seems we ought to go back to the rooms in which we found the Troglodytes.

"I for one look forward to a bit of peril!"
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ooc: as I periodically do, I will again offer the advice: check the map thread, see where you've been (ignore the red squiggles someone else put in there) in order to figure out where you're going. You already know there is at least a second level. There is also a way down in the cluster of rooms where you fought the troglodytes.

Cheers!

OOC: Sorry, I ought to have been clearer in my last post! I have edited it... ;)

While Bruno was praying and waiting for a sign, Kullonar was testing the potions. He will take a sip of one, wait for something to happen. And then take a sip of another. He offers the two other potions to Myrrick and Uthegar.

Kullonar begins pulling the cork from each vial, carefully tasting a small sample of each one.
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Myrrick, mostly healed, nods in agreement, "Yes, let's move then, as soon as everyone is ready."

Kullonar puts a hand on Myrrick's arm and says, "Before we move on, allow me to share what I've learned about these vials."

He produces all four and says, "This dark one is some type of oil; it's taste is bitter and acrid, and unless I'm mistaken, it is infused with blood. I have no idea of its purpose...perhaps some type of protection or resistance? I'm not sure."
"This blood one tastes sweet and I was tempted to gulp it all down. I am confident is a powerful healing draught."
"This green one reminds me of nature > the open wood, flora and fauna."
"And this clear one has no taste whatsoever...could be holy water...could be something else entirely. The only way to know is to drink it."

"Now, who wants one?"

Gildan laugh, "I'm okay, but thank you for the offer."

OOC: I suspect Zan has an identify spell. Of course, he can only cast one at a time, but that might save all of you a bit of heartburn from quaffing the potions.

The party gathers outside the lounge, the broken door splintered and useless before you. Skirting the wood shards, you find yourself in a corridor that skirts left & up the map, or straight down the map into darkness.

In effect, you can go up or down.
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OOC: When you say 'map' you're referring to msg #7 in the Maps thread? Regardless, from your description I'll post and if it's muddled, because I'm getting directions confused, mea culpa!

Bruno hefts his shield and lantern. Taking a breath and pointing with the lantern's beam he says, "Let us form up, brothers. Into the 'Dwimmer Depths' we go, Hi Ho!"

If no one disagrees they head straight down into the darkness.

Zan will identify things as the timing permits.

He also offers to the others, "We should go down"
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Myrrick paused, then nodded, "This can't possibly get us into more trouble." he grinned.


21:45, Today: Myrrick rolled 11 using 1d20+2.  wis check.

PM


The party moves out. First thing they realize is that despite the map and the time spent inside the labyrinth, you vaguely recall where the forge was. That was the chamber with the ring in the wall.


Party order please?

Kullonar falls back, protecting the flank of his companions as we go south and continue our exploration "of this wretched place."
His whispered murmur is louder than he meant it to be, but at this point, he doesn't care.

In reply to The Seer (msg # 105):

OOC: This was the marching order we used last and it seemed to work okay...


Uthecar/Bruno

Bruknar /Kullonar

Gildan /Zan

Myrrick

You head straight down the map from the Lounge (room 4), and find yourself in an area that seems familiar. A 'T' intersection opens up left and right. To your right, you can see an open door that seems to open up and down into another corridor. Left heads into darkness some 60' ahead.
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With both directions looking fairly nondescript, the elf will point to the left, "What do you say? Good as any, right?"
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Bruno begins to reply to Gildan, but pauses....

Having paused in response to Gildan Bruno glances at Kullonar with a bit of a nod and continues, "To the right. Let us go to the right -- that leads to the 'Dwimmer Paths'."

Bruno pats Uthecar on the shoulder and begins moving towards the open doorway on the right.

Kullonar agrees with his fellow priest and says, "Lead on!"

Gildan readies his bow and follows.

The party turns right, goes about 40' and finds itself in the small alcove they'd searched before. Stretching up and down is the main corridor into and out of the keep. A short walk in either direction will take you to the egress, or, the other way to the end of the hall.

ooc: anyone with skill reading a map likely will speed the process up.

OOC: I'm uncertain if in referring to 'skill reading a map' refers to players or PCs, but I'm probably the worst of us in dealing with maps in RL.

That said, could you remind me which map we should be referring to at the point? It's #5 in the Map thread, yes?

"We know we need to go into the depths of this place, so I don't think returning to the entrance is the right way to go," says Bruno when they get to the intersection.

With a certain certainty he therefore continues in the direction towards the end of the hall.

It is the blue map, message five in the Notice that says simply 'Maps'.

You are standing at the second alcove. Below you is alcove 1, then below that is the entrance. The dead bodies of a couple goblins still lay where they fell. You all may recall following the passage from the alcoves left and down into the lower left quadrant of the map.

Given Bruno's limitations with map reading, perhaps Myrrick and/or Gildan may wish to take the lead (although Gildan has yet to see the map, so Myrrick's probably the better of the two).

OOC: So let me get this straight > we came out of the main door of Room #3 and down the hall, which is the entrance hall to the complex and are now at the second alcove (the one with the secret doors marked on the map)? If so, then we need to do one of two things: either go through the secret door on the right (of the map) and into that hallway, or go back toward Room #3, hang a right, hang another right and make for the long hallway toward Room #25. Whatever we do, we need to go East, not West.

ooc: beginning to hate dungeon crawls...

You actually came out of room 4, through the trashed secret door, made a short right (10') than another right (50') to an upside down 'T' intersection. Although Gildan suggested heading toward Room 25, it seemed logical to the party to head toward the long hallway with the three alcoves and the entrance.

Then, skirting through the second alcove (w/ the secret doors) the party found itself retracing steps already taken (w/ dead goblins still there). Once past the alcove, you head down the map to a door that sits open with a couple dead orcs laying there.

Keep in mind that you know of one way to get down below, which is the smithy - that's where you fought the troglodytes, and found the ring affixed to the wall.

Whether you go this way or not is completely up to you. Someone needs to study the map, though, so you can get your bearings. I've made 2 Wandering Monster rolls, so don't dally...

OOC: Which room is the smithy? Hate to be a pain, but I'm tired of wandering around back and forth and getting nowhere. Gildan was right > we need to go back and head toward Room #25...at least for now.
Yes, dungeon crawls can be quite problematic in a pbp format.

Kullonar sighs and shakes his head. "We're going around in circles, friends. Does anyone have a piece of chalk or something to mark the walls with? We need to go back and head east."

OOC: Yup, this really isn't an effective platform for Dungeon Crawls. It's not only that the map can't be enlarged, which makes details difficult to suss out, but it takes a lot of time to actually go back and search threads if you don't have a definite idea of where to do the search, etc. But we're clever folk. ;)

For me the real challenge is that we've been doing this long enough that it's easy to forget details. For example, having now gone back and looked the fight in the smithy was a bit more than a year ago and when I went back and tried to search prior threads I looked for 'stairs', but not 'holes' and came up with nothing useful, because I didn't want to go back and reread everything we've done up to this point.

Your reminder that we know that there is a hole in the floor of the smithy (room #17) is most helpful. This is where Bruno is leading the party (the path they've taken so far seems to lead directly there and I suspect is what you've been hinting at). This makes sense, because it's the only place he knows (now that his Player has been reminded) that there is access to the dwimmer from there. I'll post a clarification here.

Bruno leads the party back to the smithy rooms wherein they fought the Troglodytes and gained the Elemental Shield of Moradin, which he now has the honor of bearing. The one thought in his head is what they will do if they do not have enough rope amongst them to safely use the hole they found there to go below this floor of the fortress.

OOC: I have a larger print out of the map ;)

"Wait a second, brother. Before we traipse all the way back through the northern half of the dungeon, there has to be another way down to the lower level. Young Gildan suggested east. Since we are already here, and it is unexplored, let us venture that way and see what we find. Will that work, friends? Gildan?"

Bruno pauses and begins to snap something up pauses and takes a breath. With a shrug of his enormous shoulders he says, ”That did not occur to me. It is nearer, so let us see what we find. Since Our new friend Gilden suggested it I cannot imagine that he would say that his idea is now bad.

“Let us investigate!”

With that he gives Gilden  a look and pauses long enough to be stopped, but it is clear that he is impatient and is not willing to delay for too long.

Walking back into the hallway from the alcove, Kullonar sees a very long hallway heading directly east.
Indicating the direction with his chin, "What do you think, Gildan? East?"

Myrrick stands, trying to get his mind around the directions, and corridors underground here, this wasn't the forest and he was somewhat out of his element. He wouldn't stop working though, he kept the halberd ready, should any unwanted visitors show up.

The elf shrugs, "Sure, it's as good as any other," and he starts walking in that direction, bow at the ready.

With a sort of grunt Bruno nods in response to Gilden and Kullonar, "Right. Eastward, Ho, fellows. Hi-Ho!"

And with that Bruno and Uthecar lead the party east towards... The Depths!

The party reverses course from the alcoves back down the long passage. At the 40' mark you pass the opening that leads up to room 4. At the 90' mark you come to a closed door to your right; at the 100' mark there's a door to your left, also closed.

Ahead of you some 30' you see another closed door.

Party actions and refresh the marching order if you desire.

Once they come upon the first door [i.e., 90' mark] Bruno stops and turns to Kullonar speaking in a low voice, "Are we checking these doors as we get to them or moving on to the one at the far end?

"For my part I don't like leaving them behind us, but we're following your instincts here."

Kullonar nods. "I agree, brother. We'll check the door on the right first, and then the left, okay friends? Uthecar, heave ho!"
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Gildan holds an arrow at the ready, standing a few feet back from the door to give Uthecar and Kullonar the space they need to force the door open.

Myrrick nods to the group, readying his halberd.

With his ubiquitous grunt, Uthecar shoulders the door open with ease.

As he had been standing to the warrior side, Bruno takes a step forward to peer into the room beyond the now open door.

Kullonar walks up beside his brother in faith and looks into the chamber beyond the door.

Uthecar does his job. The rest of the party looks down the corridor to see multiple egress points going both left and right. To the left seems to open up (looking down the map), though you're blocked from viewing anything further except for two pillars rising to a vaulted ceiling, one 30' away, the other beyond some 50' away. They sit on an even plane from one another. The entirety of the rooms seem silent from where you're standing.
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Once Uthecar ventures in, Kullonar follows, moving left where he can see around and through the pillars.

Uthecar, as is his wont, stomps 20' down the corridor to the open area. Before he has a chance to speak, two spears come flying from the darkness to his right, where he is exposed to a flanking action!

Surprise round: The first spear clatters well wide of the dwarf, skitting along the marbled floor. The second strikes him from the side, piercing him in a crease in his breast plate. It is a small wound, but painful, and he howls in rage!  (-2 HP).

Role initiative, please!

NPCs:
Bruknar & Uthecar: 5
Bruno: 7
Kullonar: 5
Myrrick: 6
Zan: 10
Gildan: 9
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In reply to The Seer (msg # 138):


10:26, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 7 using 1d6+1.  Initiative.

Bruno notes the spears only after Uthecar howls in rage at his side and in response he swings the Elemental Shield of Moradin before him and scans the hall before them seeking their ambushers.

10:48, Today: Kullonar rolled 5 using 1d6.  Initiative.

Kullonar hears the first spear clatter on the floor, followed a few seconds later by Uthecar's roar of angry pain. He hurries to Uthecar's side and says, "Cover your eyes, friends!" after which, he begins to chant:

"No longer shall darkness conceal...circle of Light...reveal!"
(Casts Light into the shadowy chamber, preferably high on one of the pillars.)

OOC: Just a note -- Bruno has a bullseye lantern, so while Kullonar's Light spell will be a huge help, we're not entirely in the dark.

Need initiative rolls from Myrrick, Zan & Gildan, please! d6+Dex Modifier. Thanks!

Myrrick rushes down the hall to aid his friends. Halberd ready to strike anything that isn't part of the party.

12:41, Today: Myrrick rolled 6 using 1d6+2.  init.

Gildan will find a good spot to fire from and waits for the spear-chuckers to become visible.

OOC:
09:45, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 9 using 1d6+4.  Init.

Zan quickly looks for troubles
17:03, Today: Zan rolled 10 using 1d6+4.  reaction.

PM:
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So here's party initiative order:
Zan: 10
Gildan: 9
Bruno: 7
Myrrick: 6
Kullonar, Bruknar & Uthecar: 5

Party announce your actions - I will order actions appropriately for each grouping. Keep in mind that at the start of combat, only Uthecar is in a forward position. Everyone else is in the corridor leading into this area.

First thing that stands out is a squad of hobgoblins approaching from your immediate right.

Go!

Kullonar cast a Light spell; does he get another action this round?

That was your action for the first round, so you're done until round two.

Bruno was standing nearest to Uthecar when he opened the door, so he moves up to attack the hobgoblins.

10:26, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 23 using 1d20+6.  Short Sword Attack.

10:26, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 12 using 1d6+7.  Short Sword Damage.

Zan will cast a sleep spell upon the approaching hobgoblins.

Gildan will fire two arrows at the approaching hobgoblins, aiming for the closest. If his first arrow kills it, he will aim his second for the next closest.

OOC:
14:39, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 7 using 1d6+2.  Bow damage 2.
14:39, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 6 using 1d6+2.  Bow damage 1.
14:38, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 20 using 1d20+7.  Bow attack 2.
14:38, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 9 using 1d20+7.  Bow attack 1.

Myrrick will close the distance and help Uthecar and Bruno with the up close and personal work.

From the entry, the party sees a squad of hobgoblins mustering against the attack. The maneuver cuts Bruknar and Uthecar off from the rest of the party.

Thinking quickly, Zan let's a dash of sand fall free and casts sleep upon the squad: of the eight hobgoblins, five total drop in dreamless slumber upon the floor. Three are left standing, surprised but unbowed.

Gildan is next: the doughty ranger nocks and looses in quick succession. The first arrow misses any mark, disappearing into the darkness. The second arrow, however, finds its mark: 7 points of damage: the hobgoblin drops as a pool of blood spreads beneath him.

Bruno rushes forward, sword and shield outthrust, and plunges his short sword into the foe. This one also drops, leaving a lone hobgoblin looking around in fear.

With most of the squad dispatched, Myrrick steps forward, into the fray, looking to assist the two dwarves. Thinking the lone hobgoblin is easy prey, he's a bit taken aback by two brutish looking hobgobins who attack from the flank. With the other party members engaged, he finds himself fighting one against three! Unfortunately, Myrrick's attack goes wide. At the same time, the two brutes both attack the elf with an unreasoning hatred: The first brute misses, but the second finds a crease in Myrrick's armor, and slides his longsword into Myrrick's body, leaving the elf gasping in pain (5 pts of damage)

Kullonar casts light upon one of the columns - everyone can see the open expanse now.

Bruknar and Uthecar assist Myrrick against the brutes, but both are ineffectual.

Suddenly, another brute appears from the open area, this one even bigger and badder than the other two. He carries a shining spear, and roars in battle rage at the attacking elves and dwarves; there is no love lost between the ancient enemies. Seeing the hated Grey elf, he attacks in a frenzy, scoring a vicious hit! Another 5 points of damage to Myrrick.

The last remaining hobgoblin from the initial squad is game, takes a shot at Myrrick as well: Myrrick is hit (crit hit natty 20). Takes 6 points of damage: Myrrick falls!


DESCRIPTION: Despite being engaged, the party sees what appears to be a throne room of sorts. Four columns line each side of running parallel to one another in the open area that leads to a dais where twin thrones sit empty.

FIRST ROUND IS OVER.

SECOND ROUND BEGINS!

The sound of doors opening and horns blowing echo throughout the area!
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Seeing Myrrick fall, Kullonar runs to help. "Get away from him!" he yells, swinging his morningstar.
13:02, Today: Kullonar rolled 19,5 using 1d20+1,2d4+1.  Morningstar attack.

In reply to The Seer (msg # 153):

Seeing Myrrick fall profoundly deflates the feeling of elation that Bruno felt with the fall of the sleeping or killed hobgoblins at the beginning of the round.

Seeing the big one that is probably their chieftain Bruno presents the shield of Moradin firmly as he points his sword and shouts at him in Goblin, "SURRENDER!"

OOC: I'm uncertain where the Hobgoblins are in the Init order and whether or not this one is more than 6HD, but here goes nothing! Casting Command on the bigger, badder one.

Myrrick lay motionless on the floor, coughing and bleeding, clinging to life somehow... not yet ready to pass on.

OOC help me? :)

Zan will rush to the aid of Myrrick. Binding wounds. "Hold on friend. We've still more to do"
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Hearing the horns blowing, Gilman lets out an eleven curse and prepares to fire at any approaching enemy.

OOC: I want to shoot at any enemy that threatens, but can I delay to see what Bruno’s command does? If the hobgoblins surrender I don’t want to mess with that.

PM:
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So here's party initiative order:
Zan: 10
Gildan: 9
Bruno: 7
Myrrick: 6
Kullonar, Bruknar & Uthecar: 5

Zan rushes forward and crouches next to Myrrick's fallen body in effort to help.
Gildan holds action for a moment, his keen eyes searching down the corridor for approaching enemies!
Bruno shouts: Surrender! Nothing seems to happen.
Myrrick is bleeding out (-2HP)

Hobbler tough1: As Bruno shout's 'surrender!' the Hobgoblin veteran takes a massive swing with his long sword, but it bounces off the doughty dwarf's shield with a resounding clang.
Hobbler tough2: As Kullonar comes rushing forward, the other Hobbler vet takes a swing with his long sword and Hits: (-5 HP damage).

For his part, The Cudgel's servant strikes back with a massive blow from his morning star (-5 dmg to Hob vet 2). Kullonar's rage shines bright and ugly in his eyes!

Bruknar and Uthecar stand back to back now: both attack the big chief: Bruknar shouts an ancient curse at the chief and though his first effort is pathetic, sending his throwing axe skittering across the floor, the second strike is on target(6 points of damage to big chief). Bruknar's brother dwarf, Uthecar follows up by swinging the massive and ugly battle axe, a weapon only a dwarf could call lovely, and smashes the big chief for double damage! (A critical hit to the chief: 8 points of damage!).

The chief, now down a total of 14 points of damage, disengages, shouting over his shoulder some goblinish nonsense as he flees toward the throne.

The lone hobgoblin regular, finding himself in a flanking position, aims a blow toward Bruknar: 7 points of damage to the tough hill dwarf.

Gildan has a move to make, then Round 2 will end and Round 3 will begin:

Down the hall, you hear horns blaring!
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Kullonar swings his morningstar again, but the sword wound burns and the hobgoblin easily blocks his attack.
20:30, Today: Kullonar rolled 10,3 using 1d20+1,2d4+1.  Morningstar attack.

Gildan fires two more arrows at the approaching hobgoblins, but his grim features are replaced by a calm smile. Knowing as he does that he is not destined to die at the hands of hobgoblins, his fear leaves him.

OOC: 19:07, Yesterday: Gildan Stalker rolled 8 using 1d6+2.  Bow damage 2.
19:06, Yesterday: Gildan Stalker rolled 5 using 1d6+2.  Bow damage 1.
19:06, Yesterday: Gildan Stalker rolled 12 using 1d20+7.  Bow attack 2.
19:06, Yesterday: Gildan Stalker rolled 17 using 1d20+7.  Bow attack 1.

His frustration at the failure of his ploy lasts only as long as the hobgoblin's longsword smashing into his shield.

Accordingly, Bruno pushes forward behind his shield and thrusts his short sword into the big creature.

PM:
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Party Initiative:
Zan: 10
Gildan: 9
Bruno: 7
Myrrick: 6
Kullonar, Bruknar & Uthecar: 5

After trying for a moment to assist his elfish comrade, Zan determines that others more qualified can handle healing chores. Looking up from Myrrick's prone body, he aims his wand at the nearest of the two brutes and looses two missiles: the bolts plunge through armor and small clothes, leaving a searing wound in its side. The beast howls some goblinish curse after taking 7 points damage!

On the heels of Zan's magic missles, Gildan stands strong and true, aiming two arrows toward the charging squad of Hobgoblins. The first one hits one of the approaching goblins (5pts dmg), but Gildan elevates the bow just a bit and the second arrow deflects off one of the columns.

As the big chief disengages and makes to flee, Bruno rushes forward and attacks from a flanking position: his strike is perfectly positioned and outside of the massive hobgoblin's line of sight. The Hobgoblin leader falls to the ground with a resounding thud, the spear falling to clatter on the floor beside him. ([Private to Bruno Rhunthane: A death strike - the leader is completely dead]).

For some reason, the attacking goblins slow their advance; even the two brutes and the lone regular seem to deflate with the fall of their leader despite superior numbers. Still, the fight roars on: The two brutes counter the blows issued by the party and attack Bruno with savage rage: The first is so enraged that he swings wildly and misses Bruno completely. The blade smashes to the floor, destroying decades old tiles, and the blade shears halfway down the blade. The brute tosses aside the sword, but pulls a dagger from his belt and makes ready to fight on. The second brute's attack is a bit better, but Bruno's shield wards him from harm.

Wounded, Bruknar's first attack misses wildly, but his second strike cleaves through the second brute's armor for 6 points of damage. The beastie, dagger in hand, falls to the floor, blood pouring from the vicious wound (bleeding out).

Uthecar takes heart from his dwarven comrade's courage, smashes his battle axe into his foe's side for 6 pts damage - the brute howls in rage and pain!

The singular hobgoblin regular looks briefly over his shoulder and takes heart as the approaching squad draws near. Seeing the damage done to the fallen brute, he stands back to back with the other in hope of surviving long enough for the other squad to arrive and swings at Bruknar - his swing is true - this hobgoblin is truly a doughty warrior of his race! Bruknar falls! 8 pts damage - bleeding out!

Round three ends, Round four begins: Myrrick is down to -4 HP, Bruknar, -1 HP; Big Chief Hobgoblin is dead, dead, dead. Brute two has fallen, his blood running out. Brute one and the Hobgoblin regular stand back to back as squad two approaches; the sergeant of that squad squats and picks up the leader's spear.

Zan wonders briefly when the sleeping hobgoblins are going to wake up.

On that happy thought, Round Four, gentlefolk!
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Bruno is somewhat relieved to see the hobgobbers pause when their chieftain falls, but the drums and oncoming sounds keep him honest particularly when he notes that another of his party has fallen. Ignoring the oncoming he moves to Brucknar's side to confirm the warrior's condition preparing to cast the spell that in his mind he has come to call, The Tickle of the Soul Forger's Beard.

OOC: If Brucknar is beyond the help of Cure Light Wounds (the description suggests the poor fellow may be) I'll move to Myrrick and cast this spell upon him instead.

Zan will get out an arrow and start poking the pinpointed end through the throats of the sleeping ones. "Myrrick is in need of immediate help, I couldn't stop the bleeding"

OOC:  was Zan not able to bind any of Myrrick wounds to stop further bleeding out?
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OOC: Is the map updated to reflect everyone's position?
If possible, Kullonar can use a bit of divine grace to save someone from bleeding out. If not, he will rush forward and attack.

Seeing the new arrivals, Kullonar rushes forward and attacks, calling on..."CUTHBERT!"
15:36, Today: Kullonar rolled 19,3 using 1d20+1,2d4+1.  Morningstar attack.

In reply to Kullonar (msg # 166):

OOC: Since my reading of your post before this one (#166) I presumed that you are nearest to Myrrick, which is why I opted to heal Bruknar.

Seer, as I noted in my post, I'm less concerned about NPCs than PCs, so if I'm totally misreading things and I AM closest to Myrrick, I'll use my CLW on him instead.
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Battle Map: Caution - please use the notes in this post, not my notes on the map itself.

Scale: 2.5' per square - you can see the area is now fairly condensed into a small area...action is fast and furious, very bloody, which lends to slippery conditions on the floor (cut movement rate by 25% or risk slipping).

One Brute and one hobgoblin regular still stand. Hobgoblin squad coming at a fast walk, will arrive at the end of this round.

Key:
Red = Hobgoblins
Red Dot are incapacitated (sleep spell)
Red X = Dead/Dying
Red B = Brute
Red BX = Dead/Dying Brute
Red H = Living Hobgoblin Regular

Blue = Party
Z = Zan
G = Gildan
B = Bruno
K = Kullonar
M = Myrrick - Dying
U = Uthecar
BK = Bruknar - Dying


This message was last edited by the GM at 12:45, Fri 06 Sept 2019.

In reply to The Seer (msg # 168):

OOC: Thanks for this clarification, Seer. Permit me to clarify Bruno's actions this round and replace my previous post with this one. We have at least 1 healing potion from the chest that Kullonar checked, but it's a bit unclear to me who has it, though I know that I do not. In msg #96 Kullonar says he'll hand them out to Myrrick and Uthecar and offered them to the rest of us, but neither respond (Guilden turned down the offer) and by the time the Identify spell is cast we started moving to the beginning of this scene.

Bruno moves to Myrrick and casts Cure Light Wounds. If Myrrick does not have the Healing potion he will cast an additional CLW next round as well.

Kullonar has all of the potions...since no one took him up on his offer. He will attack the Hobgoblin near the pillar (see my previous post for rolls) and then hope to help Bruknar if he can reach him. Damn boys, we're in a tight spot!

Gildan! Hole 'em off if you can!"

Without hesitating or responding to Kullonar, the elf will fire two arrows at the brute in front, hoping those are enough to take him down and terrify the others.

OOC:
15:49, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 4 using 1d6+2.  Damage 2.
15:49, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 3 using 1d6+2.  Damage 1.
15:48, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 26 using 1d20+7.  Bow attack 2.
15:48, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 25 using 1d20+7.  Bow attack 1.

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Party Initiative:
Zan: 10
Gildan: 9
Bruno: 7
Myrrick: 6
Kullonar, Bruknar & Uthecar: 5

The battle joined in earnest now:
Zan, concerned about the sleeping Hobgoblins, lays the coup de grace on the first sleeper he comes to: Dead. .

Gildan fires a couple more arrows at the approaching squad: The first arrow tracks on the hobgoblin wounded the prior round & that foe falls. The second arrow does four points damage to the next in line. Seeing one of his regulars fall, the Brute pushes the squad to speed.

Bruno bends down to adminster healing to Myrrick. The ranger's eyes flutter open, but he is helpless right now as he pulls back from the veil of death.


The remaining Sergeant knows he's in a fight for his life, so swings with all his might, taking a bite out of Uthecar's arem (2dmg)

Uthecar follows his wound with an ancient battle cry and swings his mighty axe! The Brute staggers under the blow, but remains standing, though blood pours from his wound.

Kullonar aims a blow at the Hobgoblin regular and scores a solid hit (3dmg). The courageous regular hangs wobbles but remains standing and counters Kullonar's blow with a wild swing of his sword. Unfortunately for him, doubt and pain rule the round.

The squad has arrived: I will integrate them into the next round's actions.

Welcome to the Jungle, baby! You're gonna die! (Hat tip to GNR)

In reply to The Seer (msg # 172):

OOC: Ugh. GnR. You could've gone with a more poetic Johnny Cash,

You're falling into a burnin' ring of fire
You're going down, down, down
And the flames are going higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire

But you didn't, Storteller. YOUKIDS! GETOFFAMYLAWN!!!!!

Impotent character rant aside, might we know the Hobber's Initiative?

Bruno seeing that Myrrick is at least stabilized by his first spell calls upon the Soul Forger to get the  ranger back on his feet as he does so he mutters with a wry grin, "You'll not forget the gentle hands a dwarf after this day, my friend."

14:11, Today: Kullonar rolled 8,5 using 1d20+1,2d4+1.  Morningstar attack.

Confident in his ability, Kullonar attacks again, hoping to finish his foe so he can help his companions. But the Hob avoids the crushing morningstar to live another minute or so.

Zan continues to work on killing the sleeping and dying goblins.

Softly singing an ancient elven tune, Gildan fires two more arrows, focusing on the injured hobgoblin first before taking out any others.

"There be the ditch that you shall die in
Here be the wall that I shall cry on
Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel
This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel
"

OOC:
10:27, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 5 using 1d6+2.  Damage 2.
10:26, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 4 using 1d6+2.  Damage 1.
10:26, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 21 using 1d20+7.  Bow attack 2.
10:26, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 16 using 1d20+7.  Bow attack 1.

Round 5 begins:

Zan administers the death blow for a second hobgoblin. His effort is workmanlike, though he can't hold back a grim smile for the fates of his ancient enemy.

Gildan looses two more arrows. One finishes the wounded hobbler in the first rank of regulars (-5) - his fellows continue the quick march toward the battle by stepping over their dead comrade. Gilden's second also strikes true - the brute leading the force growls in pain and anger as he takes 4 pts of damage.

Bruno casts healing on Myrrick. The elf blinks his eyes as the veil of death fades, notes Bruno crouching over him with a grin: "You'll not forget the gentle hands a dwarf after this day, my friend."

Enraged by the strike, the sergeant/leader of the coming platoon rushes forward and grabs the fallen spear of the dead leader. In one smooth motion, he flings it in a rage at Gildan, but the spear flies wide!

Badly wounded, the last of the Original Brutes stands back to back with the Hobbler regular, and gives a game swing at Uthecar - the furious dwarf screams in rage at the hurt he takes (5pts dmg).

Kullonar, fresh off a solid strike with his morning star, swings again, but the Hobbler ducks out of the way at the last minute (miss).

Uthecar also misses, the axe slipping a bit in his grip.

And last, but not least, that lone hobgoblin regular tries to get one more lick in: In effort to protect Myrrick, Bruno takes the brunt of the blow upon his shield for no damage.

And now, the seven remaining hobgoblin reinforcements arrive, and all hell breaks loose!

Round, the sixth, forthcoming. On your initiatives, gentlefolk!
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00:03, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 12 using 1d6+7.  Short Sword Damage.

00:02, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 14 using 1d20+6.  Short Sword Attack.

Having blocked the Hobber's attack as he finishes his healing spell Bruno grunts frustratedly and spins thrusting his blade at his and Myrrick's attacker, "You're mucking about with my bedside manner, curse ya, and there's only one cure for that!"

"Great mother of pearl, they breed to fast"

Firing back at the sergeant who flung the spear at him, Gildan hits him with the first arrow but the second goes very wide as the elf stumbles out of the way of the spinning Bruno.

OOC:
12:45, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 3 using 1d6+2.
12:44, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 8 using 1d20+7.  Bow attack 2.
12:44, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 27 using 1d20+7.  Bow attack.

OOC: Oh, nice, Gilden. Isn't that just like an elf to blame a dwarf for their own failures. And people wonder why we're grumpy. (Interestingly, they never seem to wonder why happy, sleepy, bashful, dopey, sneezy, or doctors...)

Trying to speed up the process of dispatching the sleeping gobs.  Zan starts using his bow and arrows.

Seeing more enemies pouring into the battleground, Kullonar feels an inner peace rush over him...and in a deep baritone, he sings;

Guide me, O thou St. Cuthbert, pilgrim through this barren land.
I am weak but, thou art mighty, hold me with thy powerful hand.
By the Cudgel, I will ever walk with thee.
By the Cudgel, I will ever walk with thee.

As he sings the last line of the hymn, he swings his morningstar at his foe...
00:39, Today: Kullonar rolled 20,7 using 1d20+1,2d4+1.  Morningstar attack.

PM:
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Party Initiative:
Zan: 10
Gildan: 9
Bruno: 7
Myrrick: 6
Kullonar, Bruknar & Uthecar: 5
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Round 6 - Battle fierce, battle strong.
Zan puts two more Hobblers to permanent sleep.

Gildan looses two more arrows at the brute who flung the spear. Gildan's first arrow goes wide, narrowly missing one of the Hobblers in rank behind the brute. The second arrow, as if making up for the first, is loosed with uncanny precision, a critical shot that flies straight into the brute's right eye for double damage. As Gildan watches, the brute staggers...and then falls to the floor unmoving. (Beautifully done - inspired, no doubt, by Kullonar's hymn!).

Bruno swings up at the last holdout from the first squad, but his flailing about from his knees while trying to minister to Myrrick at the same time affects his aim. His sword strike goes just wide.

Still too weak to stand, Myrrick is aware, but still needs one more spot of healing to get back into the fray.

Kullonar sings as he gets a hit - 7 points of damage on the second brute who falls beneath the blow (7dmg to the wounded brute) Brute is unconscious.

The seven remaining Hobblers rush forward to the aid of the lone standing Hobbler left over. Against all odds, the regular, probably some new recruit, has survived when all the heavy hitters have fallen. His morale is buttressed, however, by the arrival of the rest of the second squad, and he turns again to enter the fray.

Apparently, the shock troops are more than regulars: these appear to be an elite unit, and they come ready to fight (In order, to hit rolls: 18,17,17,16,17,9,20)

Damage: Gildan, Uthecar and Bruno take the brunt of the attack given their proximity to the squad.

Gildan takes 11 points from blows from two Hobblers.

Bruno's shield protects him from one strike, but a second sneaks through from his blind side (6points dmg)

Uthecar (4 points of damage).

And that last lone member of the first squad finds strength and courage - as Kullonar passes by on his way to help the others, the Hobbler extends his reach, and hits him clean with a mighty blow in a crease in his armor! Kullonar takes 8 points of damage.

HP losses:
Kullonar down a total of 13HP
Uthecar (-9 total)
Gildan (currently at 1 HP)
Myrrick still out of the fray (effectively has 1HP)
Bruno (6 points dmg)
Zan (Full HP)
Bruknar: (negative HP)

6th round complete/7th round forthcoming. Someone pin a medal on that feisty Hobbler from squad 1...
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Bruno's fighter-mind is frustrated by his missed attack regardless of its reason, but his cleric-mind realizes that Myrrick still needs help. Luckily his cleric-mind is dominant and wills him to focus on aiding his comrade. He lifts his voice in Dwarven and claps his holy symbol with the had attached to the arm whereon is strapped Moradin's Shield and with a finger from the hand holding his blade he asks the Soul Forger to heal Myrrick.

OOC: Doh! I should've done this last round, sorry, Myrrick.

22:59, Today: Kullonar rolled 18,5 using 1d20+1,2d4+1.  Morningstar attack.

"Cuthbert take you, devil!" Kullonar cries, grimacing in pain as he wheels and bashes the Hob with his morningstar.

OOC: Gildan has 1 HP, unless I missed something where we gained HP. I had 12 remaining out of 21.

Gildan, barely able to stand for his wounds, drops his bow, pulls out his sword and attempts to return the strike against one of his attackers* but can't manage to get any power behind the stroke in his weakened state.

* if one is less armored, that is who he will focus on. If they're the same, then I will focus on one that is injured. If neither is injured, just pick one at random.
Actually, after writing this, I rolled a 4 on my attack, so there's no need to worry about which one I whiff on.
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OOC: as long as there are more sleeping gobs, Zan will continue end their lives

Zan stops firing arrows long enough to.  "Well the just gets better and better" he says in disgust.  A quick pinch of sand and he cast a second sleep spell on the new incoming hoard.
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Myrrick, suddenly back to his normal self, thanks to the aid of the healers swings his halberd mightily at the nearest foe, a certain anger at nearly being killed driving him on in his attack.

22:03, Today: Myrrick rolled 11 using 1d10+4.  hurt.

22:03, Today: Myrrick rolled 12 using 1d20+4.  hit.

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Party Initiative:
Zan: 10
Gildan: 9
Bruno: 7
Myrrick: 6
Kullonar, Bruknar & Uthecar: 5
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Zan pauses in his death dealing, turns and casts another sleep and three more Hobblers fall into a comatose slumber. (5 regulars from 2nd squad + one remaining from the first squad - six total).

A weakened Gildan misses with his feeble swing.

Bruno casts a cure moderate on Myrrick, getting him back in the fight.

With a new lease on life, Myrrick stands ready to attack. Unfortunately, his swing misses by a short hair.

Kullonar smacks the sense out of the last holdout from 1st squad. The doughty Hobbler falls unconscious from the blow (negative HP - the survivors of this fight will sing a war dirge in this fellow's honor).

Uthecar hovers over the fallen form of Bruknar and swings his axe...but misses.

As the surviving Hobblers gather for another attack, the clarion peel of a war horn echoes through the throne room. Shocked by the echoing sound, both friend and foe halt and turn in the direction from whence the call came. Some 35' away, coming from the same direction as squad 2, a figure approaches with another squad in tow, along with a squad of goblin shock troops.

Faced with nearly overwhelming odds, the party wonders what doom is in store.

The figure is a grizzled old Hobbler, wizened, the skin of his face stretched thin, his eyes rheumy and he is missing most of his teeth. Still, there is strength in his voice as he said in pigeon Common,

"I am Dag em Dag, of Dread Skull Clan. I am the wisdom of my folk, scion of Maglubiyet who knows all things. I knew of your coming, whispered to me through blood soaked ears. His Infernal Majesty gave me a rede to follow. Time was now to cull the tribe, bring in new blood. Blessings and curses fell upon several today who vied fruitlessly. They forgot the old ways, and fell. Now, we start anew. Gone now are the mighty warrior and the crafty fox, to the snowy wastes in the north. This place our home now, our sanctuary, our fortress.

"But, you are worthy foes as foreseen by great Maglubiyet. Since you've given us a boon by culling the unworthy, I will share my wisdom. Those among you are ancient enemies, as it should be. But, for the nonce, will you sit and parlay with me for a short time? In return, I offer you healing, even the grim archer who slew many. Or would you prefer to die this day."

The latter was asked in a curious voice without judgment, as if either answer was expected.
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As you make your decisions regarding parlay, recall that Hobgoblins are Lawful, albeit evil. You get the sense that the old shaman is following some code of honor placed upon him by Maglubiyet.

Actions?

Myrrick nodded to the shaman, "Well met, Dag, I will sit and parlay. Thank you for not slaying us where we stand." Facts were facts, they couldn't survive this encounter if it went south, for now, Myrrick would play along. "I am called Myrrick."

"Your blood stains our floor, Myrrick," Dag replied. "We shall honor it."

Dag continues, "All of your blood stains our floor, and we shall honor all of you as well. As such, accept my lord's blessing."

In dark language, Dag calls forth healing from the nether pits. It is unlike Moradin's grace, closer instead to the stern touch of Cuthbert's cudgel. When the chant is finished, all of you are healed for 5 HP apiece, including Bruknar.

Also included in the healing were those put to sleep by Zan's magic, along with one brute and the lone holdout from first squad (you knew that was gonna happen!).

Once that was done, Dag said, "Let us speak of things that affect all of us."

FYI: Regarding the blue 'magic' above, it initially said arrows - that was a typo. Sorry if there was any confusion.
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Kullonar is shocked and is about to reply with some sort of "I'd rather die than..." speech, when the old Hob invokes his god's name and heals he and his companions!
In unfamiliar territory with his ancient enemies, Kullonar clears his throat and finds his voice.

"I am Kullonar, servant of the Cudgel. Like it as not, we are in your debt, Dag em Dag. Your warriors indeed fought bravely, though many fell..." he glances at the brute who once was dead but now lives again.
Striding forward, Kullonar slips his morningstar onto his belt and opens his hands in a display of peace. If allowed, he walks up close to the grizzled Hob and extends his arm and hand.
"Let us drink and break bread together."

As a priest of Moradin Bruno is totally caught off guard by his comrades willingness to parlay. Indeed, he is about to bark something fiercely when his wiser half catches the words and pulls them back.

Accordingly, he says nothing, but stands listening and ready for a sneak attack whether it is physical or verbal.

Dag em Dag nods at Kullonar and said, "Your master is known for his iron will. I know it took much courage to lay down your cudgel."

Looking toward Bruno, he adds, "Yours is the god of steel, and strong as steel he is. Often, steel is unbending, but your grace is humbling. Please, all of you, come sit with me. We will break bread, and then I have some thoughts to share."

Dag claps his hands, and from various entry ways, a host female hobgoblins enter the throne area and set a table full of food. Dried dates and other fruits, wild bison, a plethora of various grains, breads and cereals, green vegetables. It is truly a feast...and in the true fashion of a host, Dag tastes small amounts from each platter, each bowl, each goblet to show his intentions are real.

"Rest for the nonce, my guests," he said. "Enjoy your repast."

So saying, he fills his plate to the brim. There is plenty for all; some of you eat slowly, carefully, savoring the flavors. Others (Uthecar and Bruknar) eat several servings with the gusto of one starved for long days. In the end, all of you are satisfied at the least, and several of you are crammed full of food and sleepy.

As small sweet desserts are passed around by the women of the tribe, Dag said, "I mentioned that the two who built this place are gone now. Where they've gone, I cannot guess and my attempts to scry have failed with each try. I believe them dead, though it is of no matter - dead or not, they are not here and we have taken the upper floors as our own. Our tribe is growing - thank my dread master! - and we've need of space. Even such a large citadel as this grows tight with our expansion. Multiple family units share too little space, and we grow cramped and confined. Yet, as you may know, there is much space in the upper level, and even more down below. But the caves below are home to troglodytes and fouler things - walking dead with the hunger of the grave."

He pauses a moment as he considers how to say what he must. Finally, he just tells the party what he wants.

"My folk wish to have access to the underground warrens, but with so many non-combatants and young ones, we cannot afford a full on assault on the caves below. But a party like yours, stealthy (we had no idea that you were here until you barged into our territory!) and strong, could push the troglodytes out, and with two priests in your party, you would have a good chance to push out the priestess who uses the dead for her own malefic purpose."

Gildan doesn't respond. In his heart, he is too offended by the offer from one of the foulest creatures on this earth to accept, but he is bleeding heavily and can barely stand, so he decides to sit. Which is easy to do with his many wounds. He sits and bandages them.
When the food arrives, he eats, though he shows no appreciation and offers no complement as to the quality of the food. Instead, he sits and listens to Dag.
Troglodytes? I can kill a troggo as easily as a hobbo, he thinks to himself, but doesn't offer the party's muscle on their behalf. Instead, he nibbles his food and looks at the bandages.

Kullonar eats his fill, declining the sweets, as he listens to Dag expound on what he envisions for his people. Hobs expanding! Their evil, albeit lawful, intentions spreading throughout this land. He is unsure he can stomach it.

Seeing Gildan in obvious pain, shames the priest, and he sidles close and offers Gildan a vial. "Drink ye all of it." He encourages, before returning to his seat near Dag.

"These lower caves...and this priestess you speak of...can you tell us more, Dag em Dag?"
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That the Hobgoblin notes Bruno's effort is striking. Dag did not need to do so. This suggests that he is somebody that needs closer attention.

Feeling fully refreshed by the healing potion, Gildan smiles. It was all working out, as he knew it would. His frame of mind restored, he looks at Dag and says "Walking dead, you say?"

He glances around at his companions, "That alone is sufficient reason to take on this task, in my opinion. We cannot let these abominations continue to exist."

As Bruno chews his face does not reflect any pleasure or relief. When Gildan speaks he looks up, apparently listening, but does not respond.

Glancing at Myrrick first and then Zan he sighs, "You want us to kill this priestess for you, so that your growing tribe may move deeper into the realm below the fortress.

"When will you and yours decide that there is not enough room in the depths and decide to reclaim what you now hold?"

Dag em Dag grins widely, showing a mostly toothless mouth.

"Prescient, you are, Priest of the Soul Forger. But we've no intention of abandoning the upper level, rather we wish to clear out the lower level to use them as additional residences. Since you are but guests here, adventurers and treasure seekers, you have an opportunity to gather some coin, perhaps a bit of magic, and then go upon your way all the richer. And maybe you think kindly of Dag em Dag for honoring the parlay."
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Myrrick nodded, "I do appreciate you honoring the parlay Dag, it has been a great gift. I would also ask then, what are you intentions after the lower levels, will you leave the villages and settlements around this citadel in peace? "

"Who knows what will happen, warrior. We follow the way of our dread lord," Dag said simply. "We will not stop being what and who we are. But this is an isolated place, far from civilization, and though we are growing, we are still two generations away from once again forming the great war-bands of the past. That is some thirty years; Dag will be long gone to whatever reward he's earned long before then.


Dag pauses a moment, sips from his goblet then says, "If you agree to this...exploration, we will show you a way down into the lower level. With careful mapping, you should be able to find your way back to the upper level once you are done. And in the interest of openness, we will send a representative to assist you. What say you?"

Dag em Dag has put the question to you. What say you, fearless adventurers?
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Bruno looks around at his fellows before responding, "You have offered us quite an opportunity. Will you permit us to take our own counsel before giving you a final answer?"

Dag waves a hand and nods, tells his people to back off while you sit below the thrones in the open area. You talk in hurried whispers. What do you say?

Myrrick spoke quietly to his friends, "If we don't agree, at least superficially, they will kill us where we sit. So for now, as much as I may hate it, Dag is honorable, in his own way. Let us take the offer. And if we survive worry about Dag and his people."

Bruno responds in a low voice, "Yes, but...

"Were we not sent here by Selene to investigate this place and make it usable as a fortress by the ArchBaroness? Will it be considered 'usable' if this tribe remains here?

"Do we have the authority to make a treaty with them and premise our doing this not only on whatever treasures we gain, but that the tribe will serve the ArchBaroness and protect the border in exchange?"

"Can't do any of that if we're dead though. We have to survive, if we can clear the lower levels, then all we have to deal with is the tribe. easier to do than a mountain full of deaders wandering around."

Bruno nods, "Oh, I see your point, my friend. And at the same time even once we're done in the depths, how are we going to take on an entire tribe?

"I suppose what I'm asking is whether or not we have the authority to negotiate with Dag."

Bruknar still looks a bit pale, but he's steady on his feet and listens attentively.

"I'm just an old campaigner, and know naught of these machinations. Truth told, I don't usually go in for contract work. But I think the halbardier has the right of it: Can't live to fight another day if we don't play their game. My experience, and I would modestly posit that it is fairly vast, tells me that if we go into the depths, we'll find other entry and egress below.

"Of more concern to me is what's down there that makes them so nervous to handle the task themselves. It's not like they regularly align themselves with elves and dwarves...and with all due respect, half blood orcs. Don' know 'bout you, but Im a-getting a wee bit tired of deaders."

Gildan smiles and speaks as softly as possible, "I think it will be easier to get rid of a tribe of hobgoblins than a tribe of hobgoblins, a tribe of troglodytes, and a bunch of undead. Besides, Selene would want us to go after the undead first and foremost. I know this in my heart."

Bruno looks around the party to see if anyone else has anything to add and then shrugs, "Right. Well, we intended to go into the depths anyway, so taking this offer will at least make that easier to do. While undertaking this we'll also be able to develop a better sense of the tribe and once we're done we can decide whether or not we want to breech the fact that we're actually working for the Archbarony.

"Unless anyone has anything to add, let's talk to Dag."

"Kill the tribe first. No enemies left behind."

That's all Uthecar says.

Gildan shrugs, "Uthecar makes a good point. Obviously, they will betray us as soon as we have cleared out their enemies. Still, it's better to face an enemy one at time rather than en masse. I think we're better off working with them for the time being."

Uthecar shrugs as if it's of no matter.

"Then let's be about our business, then, instead of dallying."
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Zan had been quite and skeptical about this parlay and hearing of the proposed offer.  He could sense trouble.

"Why should we shed any blood for a sworn enemy, They may be trying to be good, but as they grow the evil will creep back in.  Ever hear the tale of the fox and the scorpion, didn't end well for the fox.  Now access to a map would be quite useful.  Perhaps we could play along at least till we get the map.  Beyond that I'll make no promises and bargains with their kind."

"Would you rather plant your stake here, and fight it out to the bitter end, master elf?" Bruknar asks Zan. "I don't like the odds, but care not either way - frankly would rather face live meat than deaders - but the allure of treasure below calls to my baser nature."

"Take a damn vote alriddy, an' be done!"
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After listening to his companions go back and forth, Kullonar leans forward and says, "We are divided on this decision for obvious reasons. I suggest we rest on it and not make a determination which may prove deadly for us. While we have been talking, St. Cuthbert has spoken to me, hinting about a deeper level of spell rewards from him. I feel I should rest and pray to get these spells...one of which, may allow us to seek Cuthbert's divine guidance as to what we are to do. What say you? We've supped with these...creatures, and yes, while they are evil in nature, they are lawful at heart. They have a code they are compelled to follow. I do not believe they will harm us. They need us...however strange that seems."

OOC: The spell Kullonar can cast on the morrow is Augury.

"I don't think Dag's going to give us time to rest. Just to be clear, because I'm uncertain we're all that divided and my concern about politics may have muddied the waters...

"Zan, we were already intending to go into the depths. We've now learned that there's somebody creating the undead, so while it may seem as if we're doing the Hobbers a favor, we're really just putting off the decision on how to deal with them.

"If it's a vote, I think so far myself, Gildan, Myrrick, and Brucknar are for taking Dag's deal for the nonce. So, that's four 'for', which is a majority, no?"

OOC: Sorry, I really have lost count of our number, so if I'm wrong here I'll edit!"
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 17:24, Tue 14 Apr 2020.

OOC: If you ever get stuck with how many PC's are in the group, click on the 'Cast' link at the top of the screen, next to Game Map; further to the left 'Dice Roller.' Everyone knows were the dice roller is, right? go right two steps. LOL.
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Looks like the final score was 4 yea, 3 nay. That said, everyone's in accord once the count is taken. Should be fun: a quick romp through the warrens, piles of gold everywhere and a secret exit out the back end.

R-i-g-h-t!

Go tell Dag. He'll be delighted.

OOC: Oh, yes, I did that, Seer, but I've lost track of which NPCs are with us. For instance, I thought Uthecar may have died along with Weasel and couldn't recall whether the Gnome was still around. Thanks for doing the count, though!

Having confirmed the decision that they would accept Dag's offer Bruno leads the party back to the Chieftain, We are willing to explore the depths for you."

Gildan smiled. He was glad to be among such wise companions.

Having counted the ballots, Bruno and Kullonar provide a unified front with the others in lockstep behind.

When Bruno tells him the good news, he shows eyeteeth in a wide grin. It is a bit disturbing; nonetheless, he nods and calls forth one of the brutes who were so deadly in the fight. Those of you who understand hobgoblin, hear him say (roughly translated), "Take them to the hole."

To the party, he says, "Fortune favor you, adventurers. May your faith and your sword arms lead you to victory. We will celebrate your return with a feast in your honor."

So saying, he nods at the brute, who leads you from the throne room without preamble. The brute points downward, his face a stoic mask.

ooc: another post to come - I'll try to get it done today.
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"I have my reservation, but have to reluctantly agree that we are focused on the greater evil.  I'll not leave my companions over a minor disagreement.  I'll leave the negotiations up to you."

Zan tried to remain as neutral as possible with regards to the deal being struck up.

Looking down into "the hole" Kullonar tries to quell the bile rising in his throat, while at the same time trying not to stain his britches. He breaks out into a sweat and squeezes his eyes shut, murmuring prayers to St. Cuthbert for strength and courage. After a minute or two, he looks back at his companions. His heart is thumping so loud he can barely hear, but his jaw is set and his eyes show he is ready to descend into the depths.