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Dungeon Raiders: The Wolf's Den

Sulannus, still a little shellshocked, tuned out the chattering of the others as she drifted towards the other big rock, gazing at it solemnly. She wasn't really seeing it at first, but something about the situation tugged at the back of her brain, where she'd loved trading riddles with her brother and uncle...where she'd delved into the mysteries of magic, and pestered everyone with questions.

It wasn't quite...right.

"I don't think she meant outside," Su said to herself softly. "She meant in the tower. Something's in there. Something they bottled up. Or that is trying to keep them out."
 

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"A fortunate find" says Tock as Rejik reveals the potions, "Although I cannot comment on the taste myself. I understand that creatures unlike myself require food, but it has always puzzled me how one can have a preference for one kind or another. Surely it is all just fuel?"

[OOC: If there's a healing potion up for grabs that hasn't been claimed, Tock will take one. If they are already all accounted for, no worries]

After being met with slightly confused looks, and satisfied that they are safe for the moment and that his companions have tended to their wounds, Tock joins his allies in the next room. While his companions search the area, he moves near the large boulder where Sulannus is standing.

"Your magic is a valued help, Sulannus. I'm glad to have one such as you with us. Now then, do you have any spells that can move rock?"

The Elf looks back at Tock, not sure if he is serious or making a joke. His face can be hard to read sometimes.

[OOC: Tock is looking at the large rock to see if there's any obvious scuff marks or trails in the floor which may indicate that it was somehow rolled into position by someone. Does he think that with enough effort from himself and some of his stronger companions it may be moved?]
 


A spell?

Sulannus looks over her shoulder at the metal man, a little dumbfounded.

"Of course not," she replies. "I have you. All of you. Once you've recovered your strength, we'll use it to shift that boulder to one side and see what she was so afraid of."
 

In the current rules, a short rest takes about an hour, but for our purposes the exact time doesn't matter much. We can assume that during this period you bound your wounds, rested, complete searching the area, bound the unconscious hobgoblin spearmen and kept him under careful watch, studied the boulder at the end of the cave, or kept guard at the entrance (you can still add more ideas of actions you could have taken during this hour).

The sun outside has by now completely set, but no one or nothing came down to the cave after the battle. The air outside is getting chilly, and the wind is rising slowly, a sign it might be going to rain during the night.

Aeiyan's torch and Rejik's Light cantrip must have waned off at some point (and the flames from Sulannus' Burning Hands spell certainly have), but you can easily have lightened up more already.

[* OOC: Not sure what the equivalent of "rope use" is so I'll just roll a d20 and if necessary you can decide what ability score to add:

Rope use or equivalent (no ability score bonus added): 1d20=7 ]

I think that's just a Dexterity check, so you can add your bonus to the roll.

By the way, you have checked and verified that this one hobgoblin is still alive. Albeit unconscious and pretty badly beaten, he seems quite stable.

[sblock=Behind the curtain]I made some mess here, because first I just had monsters die when reaching 0hp. But recently I saw that some of you were talking about this one being "unconscious" and then I went back and noticed I had indeed written "drops unconscious" by mistake. I also remembered someone mentioned to keep a prisoner before the battled started, and the rules allow you do drop a foe unconscious and stable (instead of dying) without penalty, normally you just need to say so when you deal the otherwise killing blow. Being still undecided, I chose a middle ground i.e. the option of letting this "lucky" hobgoblin use the same rules as the PC when dropped to 0hp, and allowed him death rolls, so he survived.[/sblock]

[/COLOR][OOC: Tock is looking at the large rock to see if there's any obvious scuff marks or trails in the floor which may indicate that it was somehow rolled into position by someone. Does he think that with enough effort from himself and some of his stronger companions it may be moved?]

You see some marks on the floor, but only in the close vicinity of the boulder, as if it has been moved or adjusted to fit, but no trails that lead back to the cave entrance.

If Bartleby is asked for an opinion, his Stonecunning would certainly reveal that the boulder did not originally belong to the cave in the first place. The rock is of the same composition and type, but it hasn't been carved from anywhere inside the cave.

"Of course not," she replies. "I have you. All of you. Once you've recovered your strength, we'll use it to shift that boulder to one side and see what she was so afraid of."

Indeed, the boulder is very heavy, but it looks like 3-4 strong people together can move it.
 
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[bump] - [OOC: It took me so long to type this, Li Shenron beat me to posting.]

Having finished his rest and having recovered his strength, Aeiyan is now trying to search the dormitory room for anything valuable, as he said he would. He finds scraps of food but little else.
[Is that right? Rejik did find all the treasure on the bodies, as I recall.]

"There is nothing we need here. I wouldn't trust any food that a hobgoblin wouldn't care to finish off."

"What about our prisoner? If we want to ask someone who might give us answers, now might be a good time--before we get out of range or leave him to die."

He points back to the combat room in emphasis.
 
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He finds scraps of food but little else.
[Is that right? Rejik did find all the treasure on the bodies, as I recall.]

"There is nothing we need here. I wouldn't trust any food that a hobgoblin wouldn't care to finish off."

Actually, the food you find is fairly cheap-quality (salted meat, dry herrings, pickles, rye hard bread...), but definitely well-preserved and kept in good containers. Not only it's totally fit for human consumption, but a couple of stamps or marks on the boxes or jars reveal it's made by humans.
 

Taking a second look at the food, Aeiyan adds, ". . . or maybe I'm wrong about these supplies. Some seems still in original containers. Anyone else want to offer an opinion? Two or three heads may be better than one. I've made mistakes before. . . ."

He edges to one side so others can inspect the stores if they wish.

He also adds a side-comment to Rejik: "Were you saying you had experience in interrogation? I forget now."
 

Bartleby cracks open a case of dried meat, sniffs it, and takes a bite. "Salty… tastes like yak," he pronounces, before taking a whole piece, and wrapping up the remainder in its wax paper and putting it away. Bartleby does not have a discerning palate.

When talk turns to interrogation, he says, "Do any of you speak goblin? I didn't know. I thought I was the only one. In any case, I'll ask it what you like, if you wish. Or we can leave it here, and slide that big rock over there."
 

"I'd like to know what's in there before we move it," Sulannus says, eying the boulder. "And why they sealed it off. Since we're going to wait and rest first anyway, you should find out what you can from him."
 

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