Dr. Si's Curse of the Crimson Throne - Escape From Old Korvosa


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OOC: I'm pretty sure that the Shinglesnipes were only delivering non-lethal damage.

OOC:
I just checked through your posts, only two damage rolls were marked with (nonlethal). I kinda assumed they were fighting for real (since you said they have unarmed combatant feat and didn't say they were doing non-lethal)

If they were indeed doing non-lethal dmg, we essentially don't need healing and can proceed immediately, right?
 

OOC: Yeah, I probably forgot to mention it each time - you can still choose to cause nonlethal damage if you have Improved Unarmed Strike.

It doesn't matter much either way - if there's no other specific prep you want to make, the next post I put up will either be the group setting off straight away or after a short rest, up to you.
 

ooc: no player objections to going straight ahead. Mhairi hasn't used any daily powers and, if all damage was non-lethal in the game of "mugby" then no lost HP. She meed to collect gear and change out of "fancy" clothes before hitting the labyrinth though, the sort of stuff you wouldn't take on an RP encounter, like backpacks... From an RP perspective, she'd prefer to wait a night, entirely to avoid sleeping in the labyrinth - she doesn't think this will be quick!
 

After a quick trip to re-arm and resupply, a more battle-ready group returns to Palace Arkona, where Glorio and Carnochan are there to meet them.

"Good, you look much more dangerous," says Glorio. "I'll show you to the entrance." He leads the group through to a walled garden, roofed over in glass and housing exotic plants and birds from distant Vudra. In the middle of the garden is a statue of an elephant girded for battle and a howdah on its back.

"Chamidu is blind," says Glorio, seemingly speaking either to himself or to the statue. He touches a few places on the stone plinth and the whole elephant statue moves aside to reveal a spiral staircase leading down. Carnochan produces a lit torch.

"I don't know exactly what you may find down there," says Glorio. "Expect traps designed to frighten, injure and kill. Some are old and may not work, but my sister may have rigged her own surprises. One thing I can tell you - the labyrinth moves. There are levers throughout that change its configuration, if you can find them. You will need to, I think, if you are to find your friend."
 

"I hope your house and labyrinth are well built, ignore the rumblings and trembles of the ground while we're down there." Edmond starts down.
 

Ignatius follows Edmond, commenting quietly that, "Now it will be my turn to follow your lead. Cleverness is not my area of expertise, and yet that is the sort of thing I believe we will need for a maze."
 

Mhairi looked at Edmond with one eyebrow raised and a mixture of amusement and incredulity on her face.

Shaking her head, she stepped forward and onto the stairs with a sigh. Looking back over her shoulder, she shot a sultry loom at Glorio. "What, no kiss goodbye?"
 

Glorio takes Mhairi's hand and kisses it whilst executing a courtly bow.

"Not goodbye, I trust," he says. "Merely until next we meet."

The open metallic spiral stairs wind down and down, ending on a ledge in a large cavern with cool moist air. The ledge arcs in a semicircle around a central pit and, across the far side, a rope bridge can be seen that slopes down and connects to a ledge below the one you are on. Another bridge leads down into further darkness. Strange fungus grows long this ledge, in an unnaturally orderly fashion, as if it was a garden.
 

Mhairi smiled politely at Glorio, and returned the compliment with a mock curtsey - it was always difficult to follow formalities in her "working" clothes.

She kept the smile on her face as the began their descent - she wasn't sure if the man was foolish or just playing along. Either way, it could work out well for her. Stopping at the ledge and strange fungus, she remarked softly and mostly to herself, "Who does this sort of thing? If I had the money it took to build this place I wouldn't waste it here..."

This is followed, somewhat louder, by "What do you guys make of this little garden? It doesn't seem right to me."
 

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