D&D 5E CB's Stonefast IC -- COMPLETE


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OOC: Absolutely, Spec can use Inspiration (update your RG sheet to reflect the use, please, so that later when I go hunting for who is inspired and who isn't, it's clear to me where things are). That's good advice for everyone, actually. And so you're left with a tube of poison gas that will fill a 20' cube, dealing 4d10 on a failed Constitution saving throw DC 17. Can't wait to see whether and how that comes back to haunt me later on. :)


Spec fitted the lid back on the tube, crystals grinding against the fitting. The odor of rotten eggs made being in the closed-off room unpleasant, but no one sustained harm.
 

OOC: Guran takes 11 damage from the poison gas. I'll update the Rogue's Gallery listing to reflect that.

Edit to reverse the above: Yep, I posted that the same minute CB posted that we took no damage. I'll reverse it in the RG.
 
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OOC: @tuxgeo Looks like y'all cross-posted. Kobold Stew used Inspiration to cap the thing before we took damage. Also, you're a dwarf, so you've got both advantage on the save and resistance to poison damage, just for the future.


"Good save," Fulgrim commended Father Spec.
 

"Maybe you can look after this," says Spec, passing it to Fulgrim. "Or you, Guran?"

He holds it away from him, curious as to the prominent place it had been given in that obstructed room, and wondering if perhaps it was, by its prominent placing, a diversion from something more valuable that had been kept there, that had escaped Spec's eagle eyes.
 
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OOC: Sounds good. Absent input from the others, I'll flip a coin tonight (heads=this door and tails=secret door) and will forward the thread accordingly. I hope others'll chime in, preferably before 7 pm US eastern, which is when I'm going to do the coin toss. We've languished long enough on this decision.


Spec and Guran jimmied open the lock using Spec's thieves' tools. The formerly trapped door swung open, revealing a small room ten feet to a side with a ten-foot ceiling. A closed oak door lay in the room's southeastern corner. Burbling alerted the group to a petite fountain of mirky water in the northeast corner. The remains of what once might have been a comfortable lounge were heaped in the southwest corner. Upon careful examination, the new door appeared to be neither trapped nor locked. Spec gave it a try and found that it swung open silently on well-oiled hinges.

As soon as the door was open, the sound of battle rushed in. Clanging metal and guttural orc voices, along with hair-prickling hissing, laid heavy on the air.

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