(5.24 PBP) Vault of the Dracolich (IC) Redux

Team Caves

Every time Merrick moved one of the larger rocks in the pile that had once looked like a dracolich, a small cloud of noxious fumes would assault his senses, and he retched. To make matters worse, much of it crumbled to gravel as he worked. After a few attempts, with his head and stomach spinning circles, he concluded that there was nothing to find - or if their was, it was going to be a lot of work; an hour or more.

Torkhak further terrorized the kobolds by appearing and disappearing, which did little to help Shamal in trying to maintain their tenuous alliance, but it worked to stop them from forming any kind of lynch-mob.

Eventually, Chief Urbone returned to the scene, and he said, "You are mighty, indeed! You have defeated the false-Dragon, sent by our enemies. But in doing so, you have angered the Great Dretchroyaster! You must leave, so that His wrath will follow YOU. Perhaps you can turn it against the Cult, but you can't keep it focussed HERE!"

He indicated three directions that the party could go - Back outside the way they came, through the transporter, or down a steep tunnel in the northern part of the cavern, past his Chief's Hut, that let westward and down, on a slippery-looking steep gravel pathway, that practically looked like a pit trap.

This last was his suggestion, and when he was not speaking publicly, he said to Shamal, "They come and take kobolds this way, to work at a dig-site. It is part of our peace agreement with them, but we do not like it."

OOC: Out, down, or through?
 

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Urgan nodded to the chief. "That can't be a happy arrangement. If we succeed in our goals, your obligation to the cult will be ended." He paused, hoping that would be persuasive for the next thing he was going to ask. "We don't know what's at the other end of the teleporter," he began, "and so I suggest we proceed carefully along the path. Perhaps there is one of your subjects who can lead the way for us?"
 

Team Infiltrate

Getan was just waking up on the stairs when Terrin brought his staff down on him, but the mercenary was a capable sort, and he blocked the blow with his vambraces before kicking at Terrin as the cleric retreated down the stairs out of the reach of his legs. He climbed to his feet, drawing a hand-axe, and said, "I knew there was something off about you. Yeah, I couldn't quite place it. There's a lot of us coming an' going. But you just weren't quite the right sort."

He lunged down the stairs, swinging his axe. Terrin ducked his first blow, which struck the stone wall with a spark, but then he swiftly brought it back, hitting Terrin in the cheek with the back of the blade.

On Lorent's instruction, Saphirrion clawed at the purple-glowing mercenary with celestial fury. The man screamed as the claws burned deep, smoking slashes into his skin, and he fell to the ground dead. The Drow gave both Copper and the sphynx a steely look of acknowledgement, which coming from a Drow, was akin to a show of great gratitude. He reached down and picked up the mercenary's short sword, and gave it a few side-to-side swings to check its weight. Satisfied, he shrugged and leaped forward into the fray, coming up behind Rowlow who had just ducked Copper's attempt to shoot him with an arrow.

Rowlow turned to meet the drow. He kept his crossbow in his off-hand and he blocked the Drow's first lunge with it. Then he unhooked a battle-axe from his belt and spun it around, swinging it at the Drow's head. Stryke rolled to the side and came up from low, thrusting the blade at Rowlow's groin, but the veteran mercenary caught it with the hook of his axe, and the two blades slid off each other with a ringing noise.

Lorent called up the stairs, using a pitch-perfect impression of Rowlow while striking him in a shoulder with an eldritch bolt. The grizzled mercenary's voice reached Siobhan, who had started to show interest in the commotion. It may have been Lorent's intent to get her to stay at her guard-post, but it had unfortunate consequences. She turned and banged three times on the door behind her. Though no one downstairs could see any of this, they could hear its ominous thumping.

"Give me those keys!" shouted one of the cultists, who drew a long knife etched with runes and rushed toward Copper. He hadn't seen the ball-bearings and he slid on them, falling over the sewer-grating that was at Copper's feet. Undeterred, he swiped his blade at the goliath's legs, and scored a gash that festered with magical necrosis.

The other cultist, who's face was twisted with a magic spell to make it so that he could breathe poison like a green dragon, adjusted his footing and breathed again, this time getting Terrin as well as Lorent in his cloud of noxious gas.

OOC: Woof. This was a big one. M2 is dead. Stryke & Rowlow missed each other. Getan got Terrin for 5. F2 got Copper for 4 Slashing & 3 Necrotic. Lorent & Terrin take 15 Poison (dc12 DEX Saves for 1/2) from F1's Dragon Breath. By my calculation, Terrin will drop if he fails the save, but just. This is going to be tough to win.
 
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GM: TEAM INFILTRATE Encounter: Prison
Time: ~16:05 on 4 Tarsakh 1483DR
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(General Features)
Difficult Terrain Tables.
Cover Walls
Hazards Portcullis (currently open)
Visibility Bright within 10ft of the card table (hanging brazier); Dim otherwise (Torches).
(PCs)
Copper AC:14 HP:18/31 HD:4/4 PP:14 CloudJ:2/2 Spd.35'
Lorent AC:14 HP:7 or 15/27 HD:4/4 PP:12.DV60 SSdc13 1/2 MC:1/1 HL:5/5
Terrin AC:15* HP:0 or 8/31 HD:4/4 PP:14 SSdc14 3/4 3/3 CD:2/2 Slp:0/1
(NPCs)
Saphirion AC:13 HP:14/24 PP:11.DV60 DM:1/1 BoI: 2/2
Stryke AC:15 HP:32/32 PP:15.DV
(BGs)
Cultists AC:13 HP:12ea PP:11
-C1 12/12 (Imprisoned); C2 0/12 Dead
Fanatics AC:13 HP:44/44 PP:12
-F1 44/44 DV; F2 44/44 (Prone)
Rowlow AC:16 HP:50/54 PP:12
Mercs AC:14 HP:16ea PP:11
-M1 16/16; M2 0/16 Dead
GM: Begin Round Three
 

Team Caves

The Chief looked around. Nearly all of the kobolds were out of sight, cowering in their tents or quite literally under rocks. His own two bodyguards were there, but he was not about to give them up. He spotted a muzzled face peeking out from behind a rock, and he ordered (his spell translating from the draconic): "You there! You have been to the dig-site? Well, then! Show our heroes the way!"

The kobold came out, meekly, and began to descend into the western tunnel, with only a single chirping noise in acknowledgement of his task.

OOC: West it is?
 

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