BrOp's Age of Worms Adventure Path: The Whispering Cairn (IC)

[Someone]

[ooc: How many humanoid bones are there? Enough to make one skeleton, or several?]

Rial picks up a skull and holds it like a puppet. "Look, Mulch" says. "This place isn´t as bad as we thought in the first place. This guy is smiling!"

The warlock tosses the skull away, and helps the dwarf getting the things out of the wolves´ den. "Hey, look at what we found! We´re not rich yet, but maybe we could get something out of the people that entered here and died."

 

[lotuseater]

To Rial: "Your a morbid one. But wouldn't it be funny if we put the bones together and made a skeleton. That would get a scare out of the others." The dwarf chuckles to himself at the thought, but decides it's too much trouble to dig through all the bones looking for a complete set.

As to their booty, Mulch is especially enamored of the indigo glass lantarn, and he carefully packs it away in his backpack. He has a thing for bright colors. The elven armband and marble finger, after a careful perusal, he hands to Rial. "These seem to be right up your alley."

Once his search is over, Mulch heads back out through the rubble tunnel and rejoins the others.

 

[D20Dazza]

Fixit Warforged Artificer

Fixit sights down the length of his crossbow and slowly and cautiously walks into the room. He approaches the arch and pokes at the webs with the tip of his bolt, trying to brush enough away so he can get a clear view of what lies beyond "What is that light?" he mutters to himself.

 

[Branding Opportunity]

[ooc: How many humanoid bones are there? Enough to make one skeleton, or several?]

OOC: Yes and no. Probably enough to make a whole skeleton, but the bones are in terrible shape, having been gnawed on and cracked apart for years. Very few whole bones remain.

 

[Branding Opportunity]

Fixit walks closer to the webs that cover the only apparent exit to the room. Their translucent nature blocks you from getting a good view of anything beyond them, although the flickering green light, now much closer, can still be clearly seen. Stepping right up to it, the warforged can now see a short flight of stairs descending from the arch. Dozens of tiny spiders dwell within the web, scurrying back and forth.

As Fixit pokes at the web with the tip of his crossbow the spiders scatter, racing to the far edges of their home. He easily creates a small hole in the web even though the webbing is quite tacky and sticks like glue to his weapon. Once the hole is big enough (about the size of his head) it provides a much better view of the room beyond. Well, it would be better, but without a source of light right next to you, you can't see very far.

(OOC: I know Rial has the torch, but who has the sunrod?)

 

[D20Dazza]

Fixit Warforged Artificer

"This looks interesting" Fixit calls to his friends, "There's stairs leading down. Sniffer can you bring the sunrod over here so I can see what lies through this hole?"

 

[Someone]

Rial, human warlock

"Your a morbid one"

"Why not? There are things worse than death. Worse than a slow and painful death. I know. I´ve seen them" says suddendly serious.

The disturbing smile returns to him as he moves to the fresco.

[at the fresco]

"Look, Mulch" says. "Take out the lamp you found, I don´t remember if it´s like those painted here or not. What could it mean?"

If nothing else, he goes to the intersection, ready to continue down the stairs.

 

[Ranger Rick]

"This looks interesting" Fixit calls to his friends, "There's stairs leading down. Sniffer can you bring the sunrod over here so I can see what lies through this hole?"

Sniffer brings over a lit sunrod and hands it to Fixit. He stands outside the doorway and reaches across the spiderweb drapped entrance with his left hand.

 

[Knight Otu]

"Oh ha ha. Don't make me slap you Meldain. Of course, Rosy Dawson did that the best when she found out certain things about you..." Pak looks at Meldain knowingly. You had a handprint the size of Sharn on your face for atleast a week.

Meldain shoots Pak a look that says And I know quite well how she found out, before turning his attention back to the fresco. "I like the deco. I know a few people who'd... appreciate having such a painting in their rooms." The way he says it suggests that these people would not appreciate it. "Too bad I'm no artist, really. But I can learn that."

As Fixit mentions the stairs, Meldain moves close enough to hear any interesting tidbits. "At least we can be sure that these stairs haven't been used in a long while." He smiles at the thought that the stairs may lead to actual riches.

 

[Branding Opportunity]

Sniffer brings over a lit sunrod and hands it to Fixit. He stands outside the doorway and reaches across the spiderweb drapped entrance with his left hand.

The other warforged sticks his hand through the webs covering the archway, creating another hole. It looks like he could pull down the webs fairly easily with his hand or any long object. You'd want to do it, otherwise the sticky webs (and the spiders who were still hanging around) would completely cover you. The spiders themselves seem to be small and harmless, and quite eager to get away from anything trying to destroy their home.