D&D 5E (IC) Vault of the Dracolich (Infiltrators)
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gargoyleking
Adventurer
Just before settling down to take his rest, Mord touches Udit on the shoulder. He then incants a short spell, more prayer to his dark god, and smiles slightly. "You can do it."
Squirrels are evil!
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Squirrels are evil!
Prickly Pear
Adventurer
I have some acid, Sesto said, and handed him a vial.
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Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
"Thank you Sesto, but I need to, uh, know where to hit"
(OOC: see post from GM above... Udit takes the acid anyway
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Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
It had taken some time for the various mages to reach a consensus on which runes to mar, and how. This was not helped by Udit's natural skepticism of well, everything. Finally reasonably convinced that the mages weren't trying to get him killed and knew what they were talking about (and utterly certain that this wouldn't end well), Udit readied himself to leap into action.
"Ok, so, uh, have your bows and swords and stuff at the ready, cause I'm not sticking around that circle long." "Good thing I have good boots..." he added under his breath. Making sure his equipment was ready, holding a small vial of paint in one hand, chalk in the other and a spare chalk stick held in his mouth, Udit took a deep breath.
"Owh bweetul ov mishplashed memowies, wawd youw faithfwul swewvant"
And he was off.
Rune defacing job : 1D20+9 = [1]+9 = 10
1D20+9 = [7]+9 = 16
guidance on thieves tool check: 1D4 = [2] = 2
(TOTAL IS 18)
Udit landed in the circle and started working fast - very fast. An extra line on the reverse-F rune. A dot in the triangle. An X on the swirly rune - wait there are two of them? damn it an X for that one too! 4 lines to break the circle, paint on the centre and like a startled hare, he was out of there!
"Ok, so, uh, have your bows and swords and stuff at the ready, cause I'm not sticking around that circle long." "Good thing I have good boots..." he added under his breath. Making sure his equipment was ready, holding a small vial of paint in one hand, chalk in the other and a spare chalk stick held in his mouth, Udit took a deep breath.
"Owh bweetul ov mishplashed memowies, wawd youw faithfwul swewvant"
And he was off.
Rune defacing job : 1D20+9 = [1]+9 = 10
1D20+9 = [7]+9 = 16
guidance on thieves tool check: 1D4 = [2] = 2
(TOTAL IS 18)
Udit landed in the circle and started working fast - very fast. An extra line on the reverse-F rune. A dot in the triangle. An X on the swirly rune - wait there are two of them? damn it an X for that one too! 4 lines to break the circle, paint on the centre and like a startled hare, he was out of there!
FitzTheRuke
Legend
As Udit furiously scribbled, he could feel the runes powering up. A grey, shimmering portal appeared and he glanced back at the arcanists nervously: Had he failed? Drako gestured reassuringly: Keep going! Pyrus nodded.
He shuffled to the next symbol and changed chalk, the taste of it in his mouth. A loud screeching noise bellowed out of the portal right over his head and his ears stung. He could hear the beating of wings, as if from far away and coming closer, ever closer. He wanted to run; to hide; to curl up in a ball, but he slashed and scratched at the pattern as if he were wielding his swords.
Finally, he was sure there was nothing more he could do and the arcanists waved at him. There was a loud popping noise from the portal and something like a roar. Udit flattened his body to the floor and rolled to the side as a huge head, shaped something like an extremely ugly bird, thrust it's way out of the collapsing grey mass. It squawked, a horrible sound, as the portal collapsed - severing it's enormous and hideous head.
The head fell to the floor splattering black goo over the no-longer functioning summoning circle as Udit scampered back to the hall where the others stood. Zander had already stepped past him, ready to defend the group if the creature had still been alive.
He shuffled to the next symbol and changed chalk, the taste of it in his mouth. A loud screeching noise bellowed out of the portal right over his head and his ears stung. He could hear the beating of wings, as if from far away and coming closer, ever closer. He wanted to run; to hide; to curl up in a ball, but he slashed and scratched at the pattern as if he were wielding his swords.
Finally, he was sure there was nothing more he could do and the arcanists waved at him. There was a loud popping noise from the portal and something like a roar. Udit flattened his body to the floor and rolled to the side as a huge head, shaped something like an extremely ugly bird, thrust it's way out of the collapsing grey mass. It squawked, a horrible sound, as the portal collapsed - severing it's enormous and hideous head.
The head fell to the floor splattering black goo over the no-longer functioning summoning circle as Udit scampered back to the hall where the others stood. Zander had already stepped past him, ready to defend the group if the creature had still been alive.
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
The summoning room had a twisted hall to the north that opened to a wide room dominated by an enormous jade statue of a green dragon. It was clear that it was a vanity piece - a statue carved in the likeness of Dretchroyaster when the dragon had been alive.
Past that statue, on the left, the hall held the terracotta army - in formation leading down a long passageway to the west. On the right, an archway lit by glowing orbs separated the jade statue from a room littered with treasures; gilded mirrors to beautiful statues to paintings of kings long forgotten. Fine carpets were spread before shelves piled high with golden chalices. Platters and other finery were strewn across the floor.
To the north, directly forward, a simple hole led to a dirt passage the wound up and away into darkness.
Past that statue, on the left, the hall held the terracotta army - in formation leading down a long passageway to the west. On the right, an archway lit by glowing orbs separated the jade statue from a room littered with treasures; gilded mirrors to beautiful statues to paintings of kings long forgotten. Fine carpets were spread before shelves piled high with golden chalices. Platters and other finery were strewn across the floor.
To the north, directly forward, a simple hole led to a dirt passage the wound up and away into darkness.
