Pock pushes. too.


08:43, Today: Pock Oneshoe rolled 1 using 1d6.  STR check.

"Oh, this trip makes a great song, Alietra! It has basilisks, gargoyles, undead and what not. Lesser deeds are song years after years in taverns."

The moon elf glances over his shoulder briefly, just long enough to see Pock, a short gnome, push the lever with the others.

"It seems you got the help you needed, Brodd."

11:34, Today: Brother Brodd rolled 2 using 1d6.  strength roll.

The lever breaks with a loud SNAP.

"Kack!!"

So can we get out?

Dwarghar uses his tools, the wrench and his trap maker kit to remove any debris from the mechanism and work it with a lever substitute.

11:12, Today: Dwarghar Stoneblood rolled 4 using 1d6.  Trap skills .
+1 with the kit? For 5/6 ...

Brood TRIES to assist, by staying out of the way unless asked.

Regdoc groaned. Then he cackled. Then he gritted his remaining teeth so tightly together that it made his gums bleed.

"What we need now, gnome, is one of your people's fireworks I've heard so much about... I've heard tales in my travels of those things going off prematurely to quite damaging effect upon the surrounding scenery, buildings, and of course the curious onlookery."

He squatted just a bit in order to get his eyes closer to the level of the water, but this movement caused something in his hip to catch a little and he was forced to straighten back up to relieve the pain.

"Is there room to squeeze beneath it? I nominate Harald to dip down and take a look. Do I hear a Second?"

"BWOOOF!"

"Very well, Harald, you've been officially chosen to bob for escape. In the meantime, I'll just have a look at Dwarghar's tools..."

Regdoc sloshed his way toward the dwarf, and his face seemed to stiffen in concentration for a moment. He muttered a bit of prayer language and opened his eyes. "That one. Use the bendy thing with the wrappy aroundy part..."

It was obvious that he knew less than nothing about the repair process, but with the ability to tap into the Omniscience of He Whose Boots Have Trodden Ever Onward, the old cleric could at least be inspired as to which tool might be of use in the hands of one who did know something of the craft!


Casting the 0-th level Mending cantrip... by way of Dwarghar. Though not a direct use, this seems more narrative and fun and more of a sagely sort of thing to do.

Manaku tilts his head on the snapping sound, still staring the darkness behind them. "Well, THAT didn't sound good. Are we in trouble?"

"Maybe, we're working on it."

Einhard sighed when the lever cracked. "Working on trouble? I'd expect nothing less. Perhaps we can use the mule and horse to pull that thing open the rest of the way?" he suggested.

Little Pock starts freezing in the water.

Regdoc looks a bit ridiculous trying to push the broken lever back into place, but somehow he molds the metal back together like hot candle wax. He even gives a hard puff of air and much of the rust blows away like baker's flour. You're staring at lever almost good as new, waiting to be pulled again.

Brodd renews his effort to open the exit door

The stronger members pull at the lever again, and it clicks to a lower position. You hear the sound of chains as the grating slowly begins to lower like a drawbridge.

The voice again booms from above.

"Since we found it wiser to cooperate, rather that to fight, perhaps you should leave her gifts at the exit, lest she leave her lair and track you down for your failure to fulfill the letter of your bargain. Having dealt with her for centuries, I know she cannot be destroyed, only distracted and inconvenienced. I will leave her toys at the border of my city for her to recover. She will not pursue you if she thinks you died in the effort."

Dwarghar checks outside to see what is there. He turns only slightly to see if the others plan to do anything like follow the Gargoyles advise or turn back and attack it.

"Why would YOU return the gifts, let alone know what they were to return. We'll just keep them."

"Because I remember those little gnomes scurrying for their lives with them when they were running from the packs of trolls, that's why."

Manaku laughs.

"Oh come on. Gifts are given for good. Not very polite to request them back..."

"Are you admitting to gifting us stolen goods?"

[It was the naga, not the gargoyle, that gave you the items]

Einhard thought about his conversation with the Entity. "I recall asking specifically if she required us to return them, and she said no. We shall just be on our way. Be glad we chose not to use them against your pets."

A sound of more grinding gears and of iron screeching against stone assaults your ears.

"I'm letting my babies back out. It's feeding time. Now is your time to leave, unless you'd like to meet them. They're quite friendly I assure you. I even dressed them up in costumes from clothes the other visitors left behind. Oh there you are! Who's got a silly wizard hat on? You do! yes you do!"

Brodd leads his mule out through the gateway.

[Setting stage for next Scene]