[PF] Age of Woe

ghostcat · Feb 1, 2010

On hearing Slip's response, Nydra moves quickly to the trapdoor and attempts to open it.

[sblock=OOC]If I need a strength rool, here it is: Strength roll to open cellar trapdoor. (1d20=9)[/sblock]

Walking Dad · Feb 3, 2010

At last Xenon, who was sitting a bit aside reacts. Flexing his fingers, his eyes start to glow softly and to blades, nearly the size of scimitars appear in his former empty hands.

It is still something strange to the others, this wanderer from far beyond, who uses this strange magic he calls 'psionics' to summon his blade. He has told them his race is called 'the Xeph', but he is the only one they have ever seen. Human-like enough, he joined the adventurer's for mutual defense. This age isn't good for someone who looks so unfamiliar.

ooc: Hi everyone. I'm finally here. I will take magenta as speaking color.

Mark Chance · Feb 10, 2010

Mero and Nydra wrench the trapdoor to the cellar open. It sticks only a bit at first as disuse has rusted its hinges. More sounds of nailed wood being pried from upstairs windows is heard. Then, from overhead somewhere, comes a man's startled, hoarse cry, which is quickly replaced by shrill exclamations of terror.

Mero and Nydra look down into the cellar. The wooden stairs lead steeply down into the cobwebs and gloom.

ghostcat · Feb 11, 2010

Nydra stares down into gloom of the celler, trying to see if there is another exit. As he can't make anything out apart from the stairs he say "Well in for a copper in for a gold.", takes a sunrod from his pouch, strikes the tip and starts to move down the stairs.

[sblock=Actions]Move Action: Retrieve a stored item (sunrod)
Standard Action: Strike sunrod tip to ignite it.[/sblock]

Walking Dad · Feb 12, 2010

Xenon

"Call us, if the way is free. I will watch the door!" Xenon says, loud enough to be understood, but hopefully not so loud that the thing behind the door can hear it.

Scott DeWar · Feb 12, 2010

Marcus continues to stand at the ready

SelcSilverhand · Feb 12, 2010

Mero grimaces at the sight of the webs and all the grime. However, a little dirt is preferable to dismemberment. He sighs and starts picking his way carefully down the steps, following behind Nydra.

Mark Chance · Feb 12, 2010

The cellar isn't large. It's really more of an underground corridor than a proper cellar. Still, at the far end is a metal grate set low in the wall. Undoubtedly, it leads down to the sewer. Such grates are common to help drain cellars during heavy rains. Of course, during the heaviest of rains, the flow reverses and residents end up with cellars reeking of sewage, but it is supposed to be better than nothing.

The grate is held secure by a common padlock.

Upstairs, the shrieks of terror from the second floor are replaced by whimpering and then by throaty growls and snaps! that sound an awful like bones being broken.

Scott DeWar · Feb 12, 2010

Mark Chance said:
The cellar isn't large. It's really more of an underground corridor than a proper cellar. Still, at the far end is a metal grate set low in the wall. Undoubtedly, it leads down to the sewer. Such grates are common to help drain cellars during heavy rains. Of course, during the heaviest of rains, the flow reverses and residents end up with cellars reeking of sewage, but it is supposed to be better than nothing.

The grate is held secure by a common padlock.

Upstairs, the shrieks of terror from the second floor are replaced by whimpering and then by throaty growls and snaps! that sound an awful like bones being broken.

Marcus changes the direction of his attention to that of the stairs, waiting for an assailant to get in view before making a decision on an action.

Maidhc O Casain · Feb 12, 2010

[sblock=OOC]I didn't realize there were people upstairs - thought we'd been meeting in an abandoned building that used to be a tavern. If Slip had realized, she'd have gone up to help shepherd them down before it was too late . . .[/sblock]

"Marcus - we need to get upstairs and help those people if we can!"

It's plain to the others as she looks in anguished indecision from the stairs to the door, and then to the cellar, that she's torn between an almost certainly suicidal run up the stairs and a smart defense of the ground floor followed by a swift retreat into the cellar.