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Post by Lucian Bok on Oct 26, 2013 13:15:04 GMT -8
Lucian walks up the stairs to the floor above. He walks behind Lastwall. While walking he turns to Fabian. "Do we know anything about those creatures? I wonder if its possible that there are more of them below. They didn't show much intelligence, but neither do wild animals or gnomes, and they can be a threat to the unsuspecting."
Once upstairs he stands near Lady Habrig (B3_c4). "Well met, my lady. You missed quite a bit of action downstairs. The Guild prepares us for many trials, but I feel like I learned more in one day in the wilds than in a month of study. Although the dangers of academia are not quite the same as here." Lucian's tone is jovial and friendly, but he is also trying to observe Habrig. To determine her mood, whether she is afraid, stoic, or something else.
Sense Motive
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Lucian would of had to move twice, so no standard action
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Oct 26, 2013 17:51:37 GMT -8
"No need to be SHY about it, m'bo..." Arctorious is cut off by a brutish Lastwall in mid ramble and continues on to Evan, "URNF!!! Confounded man-giant!!! Here you go old boy..." and as he hands the flask to Evan, he looks deep into his eyes and says with a smirk, "...just be leavin' some for us good ol' fashioned alcoholics now, won't you?" And winks at Evan evenly, releasing the flask to Evans fingers. As Evan takes a swig, Arctorious leans in a bit towards Evan and in a light tone asks; "You have any...thought...to who one of the healers might be...? I could use a...well...I think a few of us could use a bit more patching up..." He glances over at Mrin and a few of the others who had been wounded in battle. "If you take my meaning!"
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Post by imp on Oct 26, 2013 19:31:59 GMT -8
Abyssal whispered to Lucian: "The s9ed of th9 ninth lies well b9low the ground floor. The repository of magic it9ms lies within the trade depot at ground level. L9t us clear the tower b9fore speaking again." The demon spore says weakly. |
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Post by imp on Oct 26, 2013 22:15:33 GMT -8
Bjorn ignores his brother, and watches intently as Urindel searches through the root mass, uncovering several skeletal remains, and among them the glint of gold. Making eye contact with Urindel, Bjorn says "I leave this to you. Report when you are finished." Bjorn then straightens up and sniffs at the air. He wrinkles his nose at the scent of creeper musk and walks over towards Rifain and Kiara near the opening in the wall. He ruffles Devorar as he passes. Nearing the stairs he shouts up "Fire Fabian, make it your priority." He bends down and pulls some of the ivy near the opening in the wall and cleans his long blade with the soft leaves. He nods quietly to Kiara.
After staring out of the hole in the wall for a few moments he begins to speak again in a commanding voice. "Everyone stay wary. This wooden bridge here has the looks of a gnoll construction." He indicates the lashings with the tip of his blade. "Those fibers are neither old imperial nor wylden." He looks over his shoulder at the group of Mrin, Vuron, Arcorious and Evan. "Evan, when you're done with your draft and sup, take that lot and scout this bridge." Looking over at Dairmida, he says "Keep these fools alive as best you're able, Dairmida."
To Preesha and Kiara he says "The two of you will back up myself, Urindel and Lyeas. We're continuing down as soon as Urindel completes his search, and I see the root burned." Up the stairs he shouts again "Lyeas, join me when you're able. Fabian and his group can finish pulling the goods on these floors." Looking at Rifain he says "With plenty of protection,"
Clapping his hands he says "Lively now! We have a lot of ground to cover. We must find Lucio's party before sunset."
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Post by imp on Oct 26, 2013 22:22:02 GMT -8
Evan sighs during Bjorn's speech. "Looks like our meal is cut a bit short, gentlemen." He indicates Vuron. "The priest of Usonis can heal us, Arctorious. If you will Vuron?" Evan stands up and stretches. "Lets set our minds on the bridge. Looks like we'll be doing a bit of canopy climbing."
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Post by imp on Oct 26, 2013 22:24:44 GMT -8
The mists churn just below the makeshift wooden bridge. Kiara has remained near the opening in the watchtower wall scanning the trees for several minutes now. There has been no movement. Whatever was spotted out there earlier is gone now.
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Post by Kiara Elmscrye on Oct 27, 2013 13:52:36 GMT -8
Kiara leaves the mists to themselves, turning away to join Bjorn.
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Post by imp on Oct 27, 2013 21:11:02 GMT -8
Urindel leaves the pierced central root bulb detached from the root mass for subsequent burning. He sifts through the plant decay to the west of the bulb uncovering a medium sized humanoid skeleton. The long dead corpse is encased in moldered studded leather armor, and laying on a matted backpack. Attached to the outside of the backpack is a pair of crampons, a string of pitons, a small hook/hammer and an undamaged 50' silk rope; comprising a serviceable climbing kit. Appraisal DC20 75 gp retail value Also attached to the string of pitons, by a small brass eyelet is a smooth bone scroll case. Search for traps DC 20 There are neither traps on the case nor on the scroll. Read magic or spellcraft DC23 Appraisal DC20 The case is unremarkable, 1 gp retail value. The arcane scroll has a 375 gp retail value Between the spine and the backpack is slung a shoddily crafted, and severely weathered composite shortbow. The bow remains functional despite its appearance. Appraisal DC20 58 gp retail value This skeleton was once a puppet of the horrid plant. Dried vines run the length of the leg bones, wind up along the spine and run out to the hands which are still wearing iron gauntlets. Appraisal DC20 Standard quality gauntlets 2 gp retail value Near the left hand rests a badly weathered small wooden shield. Appraisal DC20 very poor quality shield 2 gp retail value Near the right hand rests a broken heavy pick. Appraisal DC20 Broken pick 4 gp retail value A shredded quiver holds 10 arrows. The backpack itself contains a mass that once was a change of clothes, the regrettable remains of a week's rations, some sealing wax, and two vials of oddly colored liquid. One of these contains the easily recognizable shimmering silver fluid characteristic of a cure light potion. The other, a milky swirl of blue green brown and red is a mystery. Taste identification: Perception DC16 This is a potion of Endure Elements Appraisal DC20 Shimmering Silver potion 50 gp retail value. Milky swirl potion 50 gp retail value. A small silk pouch at the bottom of the backpack contains four pretty stones. A poorly faceted zircon, a blue quartz, a relatively rare rose quartz, and an orange gem that appears to be a citrine. Appraisal DC20 Zircon 23gp, Blue quartz 1gp, Rose quartz 14gp, Citrine 16gp. All retail values Urindel can see at least two, perhaps three more humanoid lumps beneath the central root mass. |
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Post by Urindel on Oct 30, 2013 15:47:01 GMT -8
Urindel pockets the gems, refills his quiver, and grabs the composite shortbow, dropping his own on the ground.
Sleight of Hand 1d20+6 to pocket gems.
He then picks up the scroll and potions, and places them on the nearby table before returning his attention to what may be under the root mass.
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Oct 31, 2013 9:01:58 GMT -8
Arctorious lurches over to Vuron and bends his knee to the man and says; "Good sir, if your God would be so good as to see to my wounds so that I might protect his priest all the better, I would indeed be thankful to Usonis!"
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Post by Mrin Vallahir on Nov 3, 2013 23:55:00 GMT -8
Swallowing hard the lump of cheese, Mrin stuffs the coffee back into his bag. He slips his backpack on, shoves a fist full of bread into his mouth and palms another chunk of cheese to stow away for later. Yet he is distracted by the only thing that could tear his thoughts away from Singing Brook Gouda, Mrin blurts out "Climbing!" Spraying Evan with a shower of crumbs.
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Post by Dairmida on Nov 4, 2013 0:10:37 GMT -8
Heading after Evan toward the bridge, Devorar sneaks up to the dwarf with the delicious-smelling bag of food and bites off half of his hunk of cheese. Grinning, Devorar makes away with his prize.
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Post by Mrin Vallahir on Nov 4, 2013 0:15:27 GMT -8
"Hey, ya mutt!" Mrin curls his nose up at the mangled chunk. "Blasted cheese thief!" Suddenly Mrin notices Evan's crumb-strewn visage and sheepishly offers, "Care for some cheese?"
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Post by Dairmida on Nov 4, 2013 0:24:14 GMT -8
Dairmida follows in Devorar's wake. "You don't want that," she warns Evan, gesturing at the cheese, "It has wolf spit on it." She snatches the flawed fromage from Mrin and walks on, tossing it into her own mouth.
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Post by Mrin Vallahir on Nov 4, 2013 0:27:44 GMT -8
Mrin mutters, "...surrounded by blasted cheese thieves..."
Mrin follows with, "Truly, though, sorry about the crumbs."
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