D&D 5E [IC] Creamsteak's Princes of Elemental Evil

[Steve Gorak]

Thaliss hands over the magical scrolls to Carradoc, and grabs a few books that seem interesting about elemental planes and elemental powers for nighttime reading.

 

[Forged Fury]

OOC: Carrodoc and Aridha can use the scrolls, don't think anyone else can.

Damien perused one of the books with interest. "Lots of elemental lore here. We should maybe come back for these when we have more time."

 

[Steve Gorak]

Damien perused one of the books with interest. "Lots of elemental lore here. We should maybe come back for these when we have more time."

Telepathically, Thaliss responds for all to hear Agreed. Now let us move to the next room

OOC: Now off to O27!

 

[Creamsteak]

This room is arranged as a very uncomfortable-looking barracks. Ten thin pallets are rolled up along the walls, beside neatly folded piles of clothing—plain, dun-colored robes and sandals. Two of the clothing piles also include golden masks in the shape of scowling gargoyle faces. There are no other furnishings. A single window looks toward the canyon wall to the south.

Not much else to be said here.

 

[Steve Gorak]

Thaliss grabs the masks, and hands them over to anybody that wants them. Perhaps these will be useful in the future. Now to the next room he adds telepathically.

OOC: off to N27!

 

[Creamsteak]

Eight simple bunks line the walls of this room, each with a small trunk at the foot of the bed. A small table and several wooden chairs stand in the middle of the room near an iron stove. Four of the bunks are bare, but four are comfortably made up with sheets, pillows, and blankets.

Not much else to say here either.

 

[hafrogman]

Tolan idly kicks open the trunks, checking for anything of interest, but without much hope. These monks had seemed to lead simple lives for the most part.

OOC: assuming nothing of interest, K27

 

[Forged Fury]

Figuring they were bound to disturb the hornet's nest at some point with all the wanton ransacking, Damien sheathed himself in infernal ice for protection and called forth his pact blade.

OOC: Casting Armor of Agathys and creating my pact weapon before hostilities break out...

 

[Creamsteak]

One of the chests is locked and one of Qarbo's keys seems to work on it. Inside...

120 gp, 90 ep, cloth-of-gold priestly vestments worth 40 gp, a leather pouch containing 2 gold bracelets worth 30 gp each, a scroll of earthbind, a scroll of Maximilian's earthen grasp, and a scroll of transmute rock

 

[Creamsteak]

A heavy wooden shutter covers the window of this room, making it quite dark inside. It is also very warm due to a large iron stove with a well-stoked fire. Ten uncomfortable looking pallets lie on the floor amid tidy piles of iron arms and armor.

Nine Duergar in various states of dress match your gaze as you open the door. The one directly across from the door mutters something.

[sblock=Dwarvish]"Who are you?"[/sblock]

It looks like most of them are armed and armored and possibly threatening.