D&D 5E CB's Stonefast IC -- COMPLETE
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CanadienneBacon
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Colden slashed at Orc4 but missed. The orc's eyes slid to the open doorway; the creature very obviously contemplated flight. Puffing out its chest, Orc4 opted for a different tactic. It swung its greataxe at Colden, then at the last moment feinted and aimed for Guran, hitting the dwarf for 8 points of damage. Orc4 licked Guran's blood off its axe, then turned to flee through the open doorway to the east. Guran was first to react; before either Colden or Spec could blink, the dwarf slashed at Orc4, dealing 5 points of damage and killing it dead. The orc's body fell to the stone floor with a loud thump.
The rope of arachnea lay coiled on the ground at Fulgrim's feet. Fulgrim watched as the rope slithered backward perhaps eight inches, then stopped moving.
The rope of arachnea lay coiled on the ground at Fulgrim's feet. Fulgrim watched as the rope slithered backward perhaps eight inches, then stopped moving.
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tuxgeo
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"Urf!" Guran exhales grimly. "Great job on that hideosity, you two," he adds. "Three," he amends, indicating Roscoe as being among the orb-killers.
"I feel a need to patch a wound or two," he adds. "That thing's teeth are very sharp!" He looks at the others and concludes, "Is this a good resting spot? If we're going to rest a bit, should be go back to the ice-storm room?"
"I feel a need to patch a wound or two," he adds. "That thing's teeth are very sharp!" He looks at the others and concludes, "Is this a good resting spot? If we're going to rest a bit, should be go back to the ice-storm room?"
"Just a moment," says Spec, wiping his blade off on the leather of his boot, as the viscera from the orc that had collapsed around it cling tenaciously to the knife. He retrieves the rope, and notices that the rope seems to have been drawn back a bit.
"Just a moment," he repeats, but this time the tone suggests his attention has been captured by something. He is no longer just holding the conversation as he gathers his thoughts. He picks up the silky thread, and is somewhat surprised to feel comforted by its return, lightly in his hand. As he gathers it up, to return to the place where he had attached it, he is cautious. Has something shifted the sliding door? He approaches M44 to retrieve the rope.
"Just a moment!"
"Just a moment," he repeats, but this time the tone suggests his attention has been captured by something. He is no longer just holding the conversation as he gathers his thoughts. He picks up the silky thread, and is somewhat surprised to feel comforted by its return, lightly in his hand. As he gathers it up, to return to the place where he had attached it, he is cautious. Has something shifted the sliding door? He approaches M44 to retrieve the rope.
"Just a moment!"
CanadienneBacon
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Half the length of the rope lay affixed not to the ceiling, but akimbo on the floor. A hairline gap along the length of the panel's western edge attested to the panel's having been moved since Spec plied it with rope.
Fulgrim spied the rope's movement just recently, but neither he nor Roscoe had heard anything.
Fulgrim spied the rope's movement just recently, but neither he nor Roscoe had heard anything.
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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Roscoe is quite ashamed of being fallen under the fear spell of the Orb but the Barbarian laws were quite clear.
"If you don't want a beast to scare you again, take a trophy from it until you get used to the smell"
Roscoe nails his sword one last time into the Orb of horror and then begin to chop down a souvenirs - eyestalks dangling from his belt should do the trick.
"If you don't want a beast to scare you again, take a trophy from it until you get used to the smell"
Roscoe nails his sword one last time into the Orb of horror and then begin to chop down a souvenirs - eyestalks dangling from his belt should do the trick.
"Chaps?" Spec calls out back to the room. "Something seems to have gone through the ceiling panel, kobolds perhaps." He clicks his fingers and casts light on his shield. He checks the corridor, and looks up at the panel [but sees nothing?].
He gathers the remainder of the rope, and gives it a comfortable squeeze. He returns to the room. With his hand on the door, he asks, "Shall we close this then? Or do we want to pursue the beasties?" He closes the door.
Spec steps past Roscoe the surgeon.
"Maybe we should heal ourselves first: is everyone alright?"
[If we are not stopping for a rest, Spec will offer healing to the first two who want it. If we are resting, he'll take watch. If you want to be healed -- say something about Fhralanghn and take 1d8+4 hp.]
He gathers the remainder of the rope, and gives it a comfortable squeeze. He returns to the room. With his hand on the door, he asks, "Shall we close this then? Or do we want to pursue the beasties?" He closes the door.
Spec steps past Roscoe the surgeon.
"Maybe we should heal ourselves first: is everyone alright?"
[If we are not stopping for a rest, Spec will offer healing to the first two who want it. If we are resting, he'll take watch. If you want to be healed -- say something about Fhralanghn and take 1d8+4 hp.]
Forged Fury
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Fulgrim rapped on his skull with his fist several times trying to drive the images from his brain. He exclaimed, "I'm not sure, but I think that thing was trying to talk to me mind! I saw images of dark elves, tentacle terrors, and a dwarven maid right when it died!"
Walking over to the still extant earthen fist, the dwarf mage gave it a high-five before it dissipated into the ground. "Praise be to Dumathoin" The dwarf then began to search the bodies for things of interest. "Shame about the spider, might have made a nice mount."
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tuxgeo
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In no semblance of order, Guran semi-replies to concerns of the others: "If the panel moved, somebody is tracking our progress. Yes, I'm injured; but that healing fountain of beer, or a rest, could help me. I'll gladly offer a prayer to Fharlanghn anyway. I have doubts about riding spiders: I'm not trained to handle animals, and such a thing might respect only dark elves, or cruelty. Nice eye-stalk trophies there!"
Having emptied his head of cogent comments, Guran edges to the side of the room and prays silently to Spec's strange god of vamoosing scot-free.
Having emptied his head of cogent comments, Guran edges to the side of the room and prays silently to Spec's strange god of vamoosing scot-free.
"Indeed," says spec to Guran, fishing around in the large sack. "I'm pretty sure, here we are. I'm pretty sure we still have three vials, and a waterskin and maybe a mug of the stuff here. Would you like any of it? Cant stand the smell of it myself." He says, passing them over.
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