The old veteran had been lost in his own thoughts, his stare a thousand leagues away and perhaps a decade or so into the past. When the party began forming up near the stump, he seemed to snap back to the here and now.

"The God of Moonlight Battles smiles upon those who face their foes fearlessly and ferociously! Point your sword skyward warrior and receive the touch of Moonlight upon your face!"

Windor reached out his own gauntleted hand and placed it over the warrior's hand, invoking a minor prayer. It might have been just a trick of the light, but it certainly appeared as if a brief shaft of light descended with the quickness of thought, sliding down Greyband's blade and absorbing into his arms and chest.

"Honor the Moon, friend, and He will guide your hand!" Windor spoke with a fervor that was, perhaps, just a little bit frightening...


Cure Light Wounds: Windor Moonwrought rolled 6

Greyband stretches his arm where it was once wounded, pointing his blade toward the sky, and smiles as the pain leaves the arm. "Blessed be the moon," he says. "And thank you. Now, for business.'

He lowers his visor and moves down, leading the party in. Once he has no need to climb, he straps on his shield as well and walks.

Initially, some of the company members have to stoop down to enter the tunnel. After a short distance, the earthen passage reaches a crude set of stone steps which descend into an eastward leading corridor. Here, the ceiling is higher, though the tunnel remains narrow, providing only enough room for the adventurers to progress in single file.

At the rear of the line, Renia lights a torch with flint and steel and holds it aloft.

The tunnel continues eastward for a considerable distance. At regular intervals, the company encounters additional sets of stone stairs that bring them deeper into the earth. After descending the third such set of steps, the gloomy passage turns to the north, pressing forward into the deep shadows for almost sixty feet before halting at a tall door fashioned from stone. Cobwebs cover its dirt encrusted surface and on its right side, a large iron handle, speckled with rust, provides the means to pull it open.

Assuming that most doors don't have traps is the kind of thinking that can get a guild thief injured, maimed, or even killed. So Jarder goes about his business.

Jarder checks the door for traps
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"Watch for spiders," Neuken whispers forcefully.

Greyband happily steps back and lets Jarder do his work.

Orin was happy to help Jarder as needed.  After all, stonework and dungeon traps were in a dwarf's blood.


OOC:

20:25, Today: Orin Starshine rolled 4 using 1d6.  Find Traps (2 in 6).  Clean as a whistle!  ;)

The veteran servant of the Moon God scratched at his beard and then withdrew a torch from his own gear, lighting it off the one held by Renia. Then he touched it to the cobwebs near the door.

"I don't like spiders." he said simply but with a scowl.

Jarder and Orin both inspect the door thoroughly, but neither finds any evidence of traps. It occurs to both adventurers that the door itself, with its unusual stone construction, is likely a secret door of some kind, its appearance concealed from easy detection within the room that it leads to.

Windsor burns the cobwebs from the portal, sending a trio of small spiders skittering across the tunnel’s walls, in search of new shelter.

Relieved, and with all of his digits intact, Jarder pulls, not pushes, the large iron handle to open the door.

Greyband prepares to walk through the door once Jarder opens it!

Neuken stays well back, and glances over his shoulder to make sure nothing is sneaking up on the party.

Orin likewise tightened the grip on his war hammer and got ready to back up their towering leader.

Jarder pulls on the handle and the portal opens with a groan and the noise of stone scraping stone. Dust cascades from the door’s seams.

”...the body hauled out before sunset,” the adventurers hear a gravelly voice say in the Common tongue, ”Place stinks bad enough as it is.” Beyond the portal, the company members find a square chamber, the gray walls marked by innumerable cracks, the air within even colder than that within the hidden tunnel. In one corner of the room sits an iron stove, topped by a short stack of greasy tin dishes. A few feet away, there is a single wooden bed, piled with filthy woolen blankets.

The wall opposite the bed is occupied by a worn writing desk and a short bookcase, packed with loose parchments and scarred leather bound books. Above the desk, a pair of battle axes hang on the wall, crossed behind a battered shield that bears the symbol of a wyvern.

”And whoever’s been taking pity on Felinda, you need to...” The speech is cut off as the opening door topples over the weapon rack that had been placed against it, iron maces and spears spilling onto the floor with a thunderous clatter. In the room’s center, six men are gathered around a table. Five are dressed like soldiers, clad in dark colored chain mail, swords hanging from their belts. They are being addressed by a tall man wearing a leather apron, armed with a warhammer and bullwhip.

The gathering is momentarily shocked by the sudden appearance of the adventurers, but an instant later, each of them is reaching for his weapon.

13:32, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 5 using 1d6.  Surprise - Jailer/Guards.

13:33, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 4 using 1d6.  Surprise - Party.

Neither side is surprised.

13:34, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 1 using 1d6.  Initiative - Jailer/Guards.

13:42, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 5 using 1d6.  Initiative - Party.

The party wins initative and may act first. The jailer (with the whip) is AC 7. The guards are AC 4.

Wordlessly, Jarder throws his dagger at the flogger before slipping back into the tunnel from which he had appeared.

16:01, Today: Jarder Mehro rolled 17,6 using d20+4,d4+2.  dagger throw v torturer.
13:32, Today: Jarder Mehro rolled 11,3 using d20+3,d4+1.  2nd toss.
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Suspecting this will be an important fight, Neuken casts Haste on the party.

Reznov hurls his spear, but the quarters are too cramped to get an effective shot. It would have gotten in his way anyway, he thinks as he reaches for the hilt of his sword immediately after.

10:39, Today: Dimitri Reznov rolled 5,1 using d20,d6 ((5,1)).

Greyband feels Neuken's magic wash through him and grins. "For Patch, Jayanti and Killian!" He steps in, engaging several of the armored men, and begins an assault on the soldiers...

Flaming sword on for effect; hit AC 7 for 6 hp and AC 3 for 10 hp fire damage.

14:09, Today: Greyband rolled 10 using 1d10+4 with rolls of 6.  Damage #2.
14:09, Today: Greyband rolled 6 using 1d10+4 with rolls of 2.  Damage #1.
14:08, Today: Greyband rolled 14 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 10.  Attack #2 w/flaming sword.
14:08, Today: Greyband rolled 10 using 1d20+4.  Attack #1 w/flaming sword.

Orin's bushy eyebrows shot up as they found themselves in the middle of an occupied guardroom. Then he grinned, hunkered behind his shield and rushed forward into the fray!  Choosing the first unoccupied guard, he whirled his hammer with a speed he barely knew he possessed and then leveled blows at the hapless miscreant.


OOC:

18:50, Today: Orin Starshine rolled 20 using 1d20+2.  Attack 1.
18:50, Today: Orin Starshine rolled 6 using 1d6+2.  Damage - Attack 1.

18:50, Today: Orin Starshine rolled 7 using 1d20+2.  Attack 2 (assuming Haste grants a second).  Gotta think miss here...

Brining up the rear of their single file line, Killian kept his sword sheathed and opted to carry the spear from the elven ghosts. When the party started rushing in to the room, he felt the wave of Neuken's magic wash over him. He charged in behind Greyband. "I'm not dead yet, friend." he jested as he thrusted his spear in to one of the guards.


Melee spear attack hits AC4 for 10 HP damage.

22:28, Today: Killian Hawkfire rolled 13,5 using 1d20+4,1d20+4.  Attack 1, Attack 2.
22:30, Today: Killian Hawkfire rolled 10 using 1d6+4.  Damage 1.

Windor chuckled and strode into the fray with his massive maul in one hand and a torch in the other! He swung at a guard, the odd chuckle and zealous grin on his face juxtaposed the grim attack. His second swing was not nearly so graceful.

"Ha-ha! Sleep long and be judged by Moonlight!"


Attack 1: Windor Moonwrought rolled 18 to hit AC-1 for 5 damage.
Attack 2: Windor Moonwrought rolled 9 to likely miss AC8 ??? for 6 damage

Renia rushes the closest of the soldiers, landing a pair of well timed strikes on his shoulder and rib cage.

09:22, Today: Renia rolled 13 using 1d20+3.  Attack - Sword.

09:34, Today: Renia rolled 7 using 1d8+1.  Damage.

10:01, Today: Renia rolled 18 using 1d20+3.  Attack - Sword.

10:01, Today: Renia rolled 3 using 1d8+1.  Damage.

The Denagothian, wounded mere moments ago by Orin, struggles to keep his footing.

Zinnelis charges into the chamber with the rest of the party, attacking the same foe that Windor Moonwrought engaged. His blows are swift, but inaccurate, the soldier able to avoid both with a quick back step.

09:35, Today: Zinnelis rolled 6 using 1d20.  Attack - Sword.

10:09, Today: Zinnelis rolled 2 using 1d20.  Attack - Sword.
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The guard that was seared by the flame from Greyband’s blade stabs at the warrior. His attack manages to pierce Greyband’s guard, but he only inflicts a mere scratch on his formidable opponent.

10:20, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 16 using 1d20.  Attack - Guard.

10:22, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 1 using 1d8.  Damage.

The guard contending with Orin and Renia counters the human scout’s second strike, landing a heavy blow on her right flank.

10:23, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 15 using 1d20.  Attack - Guard.

10:25, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 7 using 1d8.  Damage.

The guard that Killian wounded tries to retaliate against the elf, but Killian easily knocks the soldier’s swing aside with his spear.

10:26, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 10 using 1d20.  Attack - Guard.

Another of the Denagothians attempts to ward off Windor with a swift, downward swing of his blade. The priest is able to anticipate the clumsy blow and sidestep it.

10:47, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 6 using 1d20.  Attack - Guard.

The last of the guards, locked in combat with Dmitri, manages to inflict a shallow cut on the warrior’s left arm.

10:49, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 19 using 1d20.  Attack - Guard.

10:50, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 3 using 1d8.  Damage.

The burly jailer reacts instinctively when Jarder’s blade bites into his shoulder. With a quick motion of his forearm, he sends his whip snaking out in the thief’s direction. It finds only air, Jarder having already retreated into the shadows.

10:59, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 5 using 1d20.  Attack - Jailer.

None of the guards have been felled as yet. As well, the jailer still able to fight. All of the enemies are now carrying wounds.

11:02, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 5 using 1d6.  Initiative - Party.

11:04, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 3 using 1d6.  Initiative - Jailer/Soldiers.

The party retains the initiative and can act next. The guards are AC 4 and the jailer is AC 7.

Dimitri draws his sword with a smirk as the guard pinked him, and delivers a solid and telling blow with a spray of crimson as a riposte.


16:07, Today: Dimitri Reznov rolled 16,8 using d20+2,d8+2 ((14,6)).