[LPF] Tower of the Black Pearl (DM: Deuce Traveler)

[Gorgon Heap]

OOC: Double-post with crappy coding.

 

[Gorgon Heap]

Lightfeather does the same, not distrusting, but just to double-check. [url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4060862/]1d20+6=16[/URL]

 

[Khisanth the Ancient]

Seeing that Thuk and Lightfeather are already checking the pirates' bodies, Garadh checks out the dragon pictures on the wall, seeing if anything appears out of place. If not, he inspects the sigil closely.

Perception roll, if relevant:1d20 = 2 ouch.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Garadh really can't tell much about the dragon pictures, though Thuk and Lightfeather do find 12 sp and 33 cp among the corpses. Looks like pirating isn't lucrative or they spend their money as fast as they gain it.

 

[Gorgon Heap]

OOC: You’d think one of them would be decent enough to die with a potion of cure light on’em.


“The door now? Thuk, will you lead?”

 

[Grayn]

"Aye." says the half-orc, heading to the door with falchion ready. He pauses at the closed door to allow the party prepare before entering and leans close to listen for any sounds on the other side.

Perception: 1d20=9

 

[Khisanth the Ancient]

Garadh walks up to the door and takes a position behind Thuk, but giving him enough room to fight in case a threat lurks on the other side of the door.

 

[Gorgon Heap]

The woman slides forward silently as the men prepare, and listens intently, her breathing shallow. She turns her head slightly and inhales, seeking the tang of blood or sweat from the next room.

She then steps back and quietly motions any findings to her companions ...


Perception: invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4062694/]1d20+6=26 Yee-hah!

 

[Grayn]

Thuk looks for hinges to determine which way the door opens while the group prepares.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

With the option to take the northern passage, or the eastern door, the party chooses the door. Thuk opens it, revealing a small chamber with no other exits.

The air in this room is thick with the scent of mold. Rotting crimson robes hang from hooks on the walls, and several dark vessels rest on a rickety shelf. A seemingly endless series of runes is carved from the floor, walls and ceiling, covering every inch of the room.

Resting on the floor, in a shallow, gold bowl, is a rusty knife with a long, curved blade.