[IC] Dichotomy's Age of Worms: The Whispering Cairn

[Dichotomy]

Vixtrin gives Sprout a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I'll cover you," she says kindly as she follows the rogue.

Upon reaching the intersection, nothing about any particular direction seems noteworthy. Fintan finds no further glyphs, so the group takes the intersection to the left.

Eight man-sized stone slabs, about four feet off the ground, are arranged in two rows in this large room. A long-dead corpse, possibly a human, lays sprawled out upon one of these slabs, his red leather armor the only hint of color in the otherwise drab room. The north and south walls taper in somewhat, and the short west wall abuts a small stone stage. The red clay statute of a powerfully built warrior wielding a cylinder-headed greatclub stands tall upon the stage, its eyes surveying the room.

As Sprout reaches the edge of the room, he sees a man-sized beetle lumbering between the slabs. The insect turns and thrashes its head at the young rogue.



[size=-2]Initiative
Sprout: 16
Nollan: 10
Vixtrin: 7
Beetle: 6
Fintan: 5[/size]

 

[TiCaudata]

Providing that the Beetle is still alive when Fintan gets a chance to react, he will shoot an arrow into it.

 

[Amal Shukup]

As Sprout reaches the edge of the room, he sees a man-sized beetle lumbering between the slabs. The insect turns and thrashes its head at the young rogue.

Seeing that he has the drop on the thing, Sprout moves quickly to take up position on the far side of the creature, stabbing it with his dagger before it's fully aware of what's happening.

(Dagger +2 Melee (vs it's Flat Footed AC) 1d4+2 + 1d6 Sneak Attack Damage)

"Vixtrin! Lets try and keep it between us

 

[michael_noah]

"Oh my, it appears there are some interesting residents here..."

Nollan moves forward to shed some light for the nimble warrior. When close enough he drops the torch and draws his morningstar, on the lookout for any more denizens of the cairn.

 

[Dichotomy]

Sprout scrambles to the other side of the slow moving creature. He deftly strikes the beetle's backside as he calls to Vixtrin.

Nollan steps into the room to provide more light. As the cleric drops his torch and draws his mace, his eyes scour the area for other dangers. For now, he sees none.

"No problem," Vixtrin confidently states in response to Sprout. In her element, the warrior charges at the insect. Her swinging chain strikes the beetle right on. The creature reels in pain.

Still recovering from the blow, the beetle raises its head in the direction of Vixtrin and Nollan. A spray of acid flies from the insects snout to spray on the warrior and the cleric. Nollan easily shrugs it off, but Vixtrin's skin burns from the acid, and she grits her teeth against the pain.

Looking for a clearer shot, Fintan moves into the room and to the side. He fires, but his shot is wide.

After moving into the room, both Sprout and Nollan begin to feel weary for some reason. [size=-2]OOC: both are fatigued.[/size]



[size=-2]Sprout: 16
Nollan: 10
Vixtrin: 7 (4 damage)
Beetle: 6 (15 damage)
Fintan: 5[/size]

 

[michael_noah]

Nollan steps in and attempts to aid the others in bringing the monstrous insect down. Laboring under the weight of his armor, he brings the head of his morningstar down on the thing, hoping to crack through its shell.

"Strike again quickly, we almost have it!"

Attack is +1, 1d8+1 w/fatigue

 

[TiCaudata]

Fintan emits a colorful curse and fires again.

 

[Dichotomy]

[size=-2]OOC: I've decided to go ahead and move the game forward.[/size]

Sprout shakes his head against the unexpected weariness to focus on the beetle. The rogue jabs at the insect, and again strikes well. The creature crumples to the floor, and fluids ooze from its broken body.

[size=-2]OOC: Combat over. Vixtrin has 4 damage and the beetle is unconscious and dying.[/size]

 

[TiCaudata]

Fintan quickly walks over to the corpse, investigating it as well as he can without actually touching it.

 

[Dichotomy]

Fintan examines the dying beetle, but there seems nothing special about it. Through some random knowledge he has, the bard knows that this beetle is male. While thinking about it, he suddenly becomes quite tired.

Vixtrin gives the bard an odd look. "You like bugs that shoot acid at people?" Holding her chain in one hand, the warrior pulls out a dagger and plants it into the dying bug's head. She then wipes the blade and returns to its sheath while stifling an unexpected yawn.

[size=-2]OOC: Everyone's now fatigued.[/size]