Forged Fury
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Fulgrim formed up in his usual position behind the group, with his back to the room they just exited.
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tuxgeo
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Rejoining the others of the group, Guran describes to them the hallways and doors he has seen on his short, separate side-trip.
He asks, "Shall we pull on the door instead of pushing it?"
Edit to add: [OOC: (Oops. I forgot to add Guran's location relative to the western door.) Guran is standing next to Fulgrim: in the 10-foot-wide hallway, there is not enough room for three to stand abreast across the width of the hallway between the opposing doors; since Guran came from the south to join the others, he is standing just to the south of Fulgrim.]
He asks, "Shall we pull on the door instead of pushing it?"
Edit to add: [OOC: (Oops. I forgot to add Guran's location relative to the western door.) Guran is standing next to Fulgrim: in the 10-foot-wide hallway, there is not enough room for three to stand abreast across the width of the hallway between the opposing doors; since Guran came from the south to join the others, he is standing just to the south of Fulgrim.]
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Father Spec is disoriented, but nonplussed. He has had setbacks in research before. Harumph, he says as he sits up, and adjusts his helmet. A quick inventory, and he sees he has all his possessions as well as the mysterious bag. He wiggles his nose to pull a few hairs of his moustache free of a rivet in his helmet, and he is good to go.
Bag, mace, shield, self, mystery bag. Check.
The cause of his appearance here will either be the mystery bag or Some Other Force. Since the latter seems more malevolent, he investigates it first.
Spec stands and looks around before venturing a cautious, "Hello?"
Bag, mace, shield, self, mystery bag. Check.
The cause of his appearance here will either be the mystery bag or Some Other Force. Since the latter seems more malevolent, he investigates it first.
Spec stands and looks around before venturing a cautious, "Hello?"
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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Roscoe pulls the door open, waiting to swing his weapon on any potenial enemy.
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Inside the room, Spec stood up and tried to look around, to no avail. He needed a source of light. The thing to his immediate right, however, seemed to be a table. Or a sturdy piece of furniture of some species, at least. Spec ventured a cautious, "Hello?" No one answered. The humming buzzing sound droned on, mostly constant but with lilts in tenor and tone every once in a while.
Outside, in the north-south corridor, Fulgrim formed up behind the group. Guran re-joined the party and stood on Fulgrim's left. With Colden on Fulgrim's right, Roscoe grasped the door's knob, turned, and pulled. Torchlight flooded the interior of an otherwise very dark room. A large oak table--roughly five feet wide and fifteen feet long--dominated the center of the room. Broken chairs surrounded the table. Tapestries hung on the north wall, but age and who knows what else damaged them beyond recognition; these tapestries are in even worse condition than the ones you found in the antechamber.
A human man wearing a dark set of common clothing stood behind the southwestern corner of the oak table. The man's hair was disheveled and his clothing was covered in dust. A helmet perched slightly askance atop his head, and a holy symbol was just visible between the folds of his garb. A large oilcloth sack lay on the floor at the man's feet, and he seemed to be unarmed. The persistent sound of a thrumming buzz fills the air.
[sblock=Passive Perception 12]Characters with a Passive Perception score of 12 or higher spot a large beehive hanging under the oak table. The hive is perfectly shaped, and actively swarming with unusually large bees.[/sblock]
Outside, in the north-south corridor, Fulgrim formed up behind the group. Guran re-joined the party and stood on Fulgrim's left. With Colden on Fulgrim's right, Roscoe grasped the door's knob, turned, and pulled. Torchlight flooded the interior of an otherwise very dark room. A large oak table--roughly five feet wide and fifteen feet long--dominated the center of the room. Broken chairs surrounded the table. Tapestries hung on the north wall, but age and who knows what else damaged them beyond recognition; these tapestries are in even worse condition than the ones you found in the antechamber.
A human man wearing a dark set of common clothing stood behind the southwestern corner of the oak table. The man's hair was disheveled and his clothing was covered in dust. A helmet perched slightly askance atop his head, and a holy symbol was just visible between the folds of his garb. A large oilcloth sack lay on the floor at the man's feet, and he seemed to be unarmed. The persistent sound of a thrumming buzz fills the air.
[sblock=Passive Perception 12]Characters with a Passive Perception score of 12 or higher spot a large beehive hanging under the oak table. The hive is perfectly shaped, and actively swarming with unusually large bees.[/sblock]
Father Spec, looks up when he sees the others approaching, clicking his fingers and producing a light by which he can see with a minor cantrip.
"Oh, um, hello," he says raising his mace cautiously. "Are, er, we going to have a problem here?"
He lifts his shield defensively.
"Oh, um, hello," he says raising his mace cautiously. "Are, er, we going to have a problem here?"
He lifts his shield defensively.
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
The group before Spec is a motley crew of two dwarves, a human, and a halfling in furs and hide.
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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Who are you and why are staying in this bee infested room ?
Roscoe says
Better get out before you'll be spotted.
Roscoe says
Better get out before you'll be spotted.
"Father Spec?"
The Cleric's voice rises as if he's asking a question. "Too be perfectly honest, I'm not entirely certain where I am."
The Cleric's voice rises as if he's asking a question. "Too be perfectly honest, I'm not entirely certain where I am."
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