Dungeon Raiders: The Wolf's Den

[Shayuri]

"Yes, of course," says Sulannus breezily. Her attention is captured by the trapdoor in the ceiling at the far side. "I wonder if that's a way up to the surface."

 

[Jimmy Disco T]

"I agree, Bartleby. But it would seem we are faced with another locked door. Shall we try to break through, or could our nimble fingered friend help us here?" ​asks Tock.

 

[Leif]

Swift, halfling rogue

"Nimble fingered ... oh, hey! You talking about me?? I'll see what I can do."

Not exactly sure what to roll, but I think it's 1d20+DexMod(+3)+2?

[roll0]

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Nible fingered ... oh, hey! You talking about me?? I'll see what I can do."

Not exactly sure what to roll, but I think it's 1d20+DexMod(+3)+2?

[roll0]

"No no, try it that way," suggests Bartleby, helping.

OOC: 1d20=11. If Bartleby's help can be used to give Swift advantage, his adjusted roll would be 11+5=16 here.

 

[Li Shenron]

With the reliable assistance of Bartleby, Swift has no problem unlocking the door this time.

 

[Leif]

Swift, halfling rogue

"Ohhh, I see, you tweak the doo-hickey when you rasp the thinkamabob! Genius! Hey, thanks, Bartleby!"

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Glad to help," says the dwarven druid, readying his scimitar and looking in.

 

[tuxgeo]

Aeiyan positions himself behind Bartleby, and lifts the torch he is holding to shine over the dwarf's head and into whatever is beyond the now-opened door.

 

[Li Shenron]

The room looks very similar to the one next to it which you have visited a little while ago (i.e. the room with the black-armored corspe and cursed scroll), except that its walls are clean, no paintings. Just as the other room, this one also has a stone slab in the centre, on top of which you can see a skeletal corpse in female luxurious garments, covered in a semi-transparent veil.

Besides the stone slab, facing the door you are coming in from, there is another skeleton dressed in mundane clothes, sitting on the ground with the back at the slab. This skeleton has a dagger thrust into its chest. Both of the skeleton's hands are gripping the dagger's hilt.

 

[Shayuri]

Sulannus peeked in over the shoulders of her companions and gasped in a breath.

"A servant," she said. "Who elected to die at her mistresses side rather than leave her. Such loyalty." Her tone was admiring, as if this struck her as the ideal to which servants ought to aspire. Which was exactly the case.