Industrygothica's "Those Left Behind" [IC]

[Mista Collins]

Standing amid the group, Tanith prepares to cast a spell if anything happens to attack them.

[sblock=ooc]ready action to cast Magic Missile at anyone who is not part of our group[/sblock]

 

[industrygothica]

Friadoc notes that it is a fairly simple lock, and doesn't find any traps on it or the door. He slides his lockpicks into the lock and fiddles with it for a moment when (*rolls* 12+7=19 vs. DC 20) the others can see the frustration growing on his face. The lock just won't seem to open.

[sblock=details]After expending 9 charges of Jonas's wand, here's what the party looks likes:
Rokelsh 29/37
Tanith Dathius 20/23
Friadoc 23/32
Shaimon Hu'u 27/36 barkskin
Rogash Ungart 28/39
Jonas Cleighton 31/44
Dyspeer 16/29
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[Scotley]

Rogash

"May I give it a shot? I've had some experience with locks."

OOC: [Sblock]Open Locks +13[/sblock]

 

[Friadoc]

With a nod to Rogash, Friadoc steps back as he says, "Yeah, give it a shot."

oO I knew I should have bought the better set Oo thinks Friadoc to himself as he watches the other work.

OOC

I almost pointed out that I had masterwork picks and that the bonus was left out, but it seems that my addled mind forgot either to buy them, or place that notation.

Next trip to the surface world will change that. *grins*

 

[industrygothica]

Rogash steps up with his own set of picks, and Friadoc is awed at their quality. The dwarf gently slips the picks into the lock, and (*rolls* 17+13=30 vs. DC 20) with a barely noticeable turn of his wrist the door creaks open.

OOC

I almost pointed out that I had masterwork picks and that the bonus was left out, but it seems that my addled mind forgot either to buy them, or place that notation.

Next trip to the surface world will change that. *grins*

It's all good, I checked before I rolled.

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

"I think you almost had it Friadoc, I barely had to touch it and it fell open." Slipping his picks back into a pocket, Rogash opens the door and takes up his axe again.

 

[Friadoc]

"That's the way the tumbler falls," says Friadoc as he moves to take point and enter the next room.

 

[Jemal]

"If it is ever an issue, I have my own technique for opening doors that has proved Quite effective in the past. So long as you make sure there are no traps." He smiles and lifts his foot, pointing at his massive boot, then laughing jovially as they enter the room.
"Although I must get you to teach me what to look for with these traps. I received a spear through the leg once that was MOST unpleasant."

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

Chuckling, the dwarf nods his agreement, "I suspect that at times your way is the most expeditious. We'll try to clear the spear traps before you employ it."

 

[industrygothica]

The group passes through the door they enter not another room, but another corridor. Seems this place is full of them. As you twist through the passage you begin to wonder if this was ever a functioning sewer, or more a long forgotten tunnel system used for other means.

The short corridor intersects into another short hallway; the north end turns to the west for only a few feet before turning back to the south and leading to another door, while the southern end turns to the east and extends on for some distance.

As Rogash peers down the long eastern corridor he spots some movement with his darkvision. It appears to be a kobold, and it is clearly dazed. It spots Rogash through the darkness, and its eyes open as it lumbers forward.

Zombie--the dwarf's first thought. The thought is quickly put to rest, however, and Rogash begins to tremble just a bit. As the bewildered kobold lumbers through the corridor, it reaches out with empty hands, its eyes are wild and its mouth hangs open stupidly. The thing lets loose a wince of pain as its left foot seems to melt up to the knee and then reforms on its next step.

The lone kobold is about 40 feet from Rogash.