Industrygothica's "Those Left Behind" [IC]

[Friadoc]

"I'm wiry," says Friadoc with a rakish grin. "I feel as solid as before the beast hit me, if that helps."

Friadoc will give the room a quick once over, using his quarter staff to move things out of the way as he searches.

While searching, Friadoc says to Tanith, "No harm done, Tanith. But, I think we do need to come up with some one or two word phrases to help with the tactics."

"May I suggest, scatter, be one?" Friadoc adds with a chuckle.

 

[Mista Collins]

Glad her new companions are taking her actions in stride she smiles. "Scatter it is," she says as she returns Friadoc's chuckle.

 

[Jemal]

"The hurt to my pride from stumbling is the worse of the two pains" Rokelsh smiles, hair still smoking. "Another one, you say? That does not bode well... is there another exit from here?"

 

[industrygothica]

There is another door to this room, on the same wall and to the left of the one at which you're standing right now.

 

[Jemal]

Rokelsh looks behind him as everyone looks past him at the very obvious door "Of course. Shall we?" He motions for one of their trapfinders to.. find.
"Do you suppose this one is locked and barred in the same manner as the one we came through?"

 

[Friadoc]

"Let me see," says Friadoc as he goes to check the door, first listening at it and them checking to see if it appears to be locked.

As the halfling goes to check the lock, his movements appear stiffer than normal, however if Friadoc has a complaint, he hasn't aired it, yet.

OOC

Hopefully that comes across okay, I was trying to think of a nice way to point out Friadoc is down half his hitpoints, without him whining about it. *grins*

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

Limping a little, Rogash moves to the door to offer his assistance.
OOC: Works for me.

 

[industrygothica]

The door is neither trapped, nor locked. It opens into a short corridor that turns sharply to the left and ends in another door. This door too is neither trapped nor locked, at least as far as anyone can tell.

A faint smell of death lingers in the air.

 

[jkason]

Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

The door is neither trapped, nor locked. It opens into a short corridor that turns sharply to the left and ends in another door. This door too is neither trapped nor locked, at least as far as anyone can tell.

A faint smell of death lingers in the air.

Shai's nose curls at the scent, and he instinctively pats Dyspeer's head, knowing anything he scents will be several times more potent to his wolf companion.

Taking a deep breath, he nods to the door. "Don't expect the other side has anything pleasant, but so long as we're ready..." he says, bowstring pulled taught.

 

[DrZombie]

Jonas uses the wand once more on, well, basically everyone before he continues. He pats Tanith on the back (with a mailed fist, but hey) and says : "That took a lot of will and courage. Thanks."
He readies his longsword and shield, and waits for something top come out and attack them.

OOC : the south of france was sunny, the wine good and the boullabaisse delicious