[Pathfinder] Scotley's Kingmaker IC continued.

A wicked grin wipes the frown from Rhote's face as he says, "I bet that tree and its roots burn nicely. The only problem is that the idol might burn, too, and we might face a horde of desperate, escaping mites. Perhaps I can do a slow burn that make a few come up to investigate."
 

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"It would be good to find another way other then burning such a noble being."

OOC: Spoken like a proper old school tree hugging Druid!

Brondelleon observes the tree itself and the ground around for a bit. The tree appears to be natural and normal if old and of particularly large size. The roots and branches are healthy. The tree itself is full of sap it being high spring so it will be challenging to burn though generous application of magical fire could accomplish it. There is a well concealed hole dropping perhaps a dozen feet. While the roots hang down into the hole making convenient ropes the lair below obviously extends well below the roots. Tunnels extend in two directions at the bottom of the hole. They are perhaps five feet high making a tight fit for the humans. He also observes lots of small humanoid footprints coming and going from the concealed entrance.

[sblock=Results of Knowledge check]Descended from even smaller fey, the mites are among the most pitiful and craven dwellers of the dark. Hideously ugly, even goblins have been known to mock mites for their homely appearances, mockery most mites take to heart and nurture for weeks, months, or even years in their tiny homes, until their distress and anger finally overcome their natural cowardice and impel them forth on short-lived bouts of bloody vengeance from the doubtful safety of a spider's back.

Mites, once closer to the strange realm of the fey, have grown larger and stockier after countless generations spent on the Material Plane. Yet still, their stature places them at the bottom of the pile in the dangerous caverns in which they live. They are typically about 3' tall. Their traditional enemies are dwarves and gnomes, particularly the svirfneblin of the deep underground caves. The one thing that gives them a significant edge over an enemy in a fight is their natural ability to empathize with normally mindless vermin—mites are particularly fond of spiders, centipedes, and cave fishers, and a mite colony usually has a few of these far more dangerous monsters on hand to defend the group. They have keen sight in the dark, but do not like the daylight and are almost never seen when the sun is in the sky. They favor small thrown weapons such as daggers and darts.

Although they have lost the supernatural ability to tinker with magic items, luck, or mechanical objects possessed by their more sinister and dangerous gremlin kin, mites retain the ability to perform minor magical tricks with prestidigitation, and often use these tricks to annoy their enemies. When faced with dangerous foes, a mite uses its ability to hex a foe—a mite's eyes bulge hideously open when it uses this spell-like ability.[/sblock]
 

Bandolleon speaks what he knows of the mites. He also mentions how the tree is full of sap, which means that a healthy sycamore tree tends to grow best in a close water table, such as seems the case here. Burning this tree would be difficult at best.

"We need to take the fight to them, due to their hatred of light coupled with their cowardice. They will probably keep the idol near their main chamber where they will have quite the gathering of defenses waiting for us." Then his eyes light up. "What if they were to be taken captive? a hostage negotiation?"

Here is what I am thinking Prince Liam.:

1. they took from the kobolds, probably because the kobolds took from them, but that is not of our concern. It is unlawful to steal in your kingdom, I am guessing, right?

2. I was thinking Normally stealing a personal item from another would be a minor offense, theft though, from you or a sanctuary should be considered a more serious offense, in my humble opinion. Do you agree My liege? if so, then we have a stronger leverage in the negotiations for the idol."

OOC: Thought the old school tree hugging would be funny, now the lawful neutral druid is acting like a lawyer. I have had this lawyering thought on my mind since I got home last night and could hardly wait to post it.
 

Pixie rides back up to where the druid has discovered an entrance, quietly fuming. How is it these weirdos are always figurin' things out that I miss? They're not even from around here! Avoiding Brondelleon's gaze as he addresses Liam, she dismounts and ties up her horse, takes a peek inside the hole and grabs a couple handfuls of roots to begin climbing down. More climbing, less talking, she thinks to herself.

OOC: Climb: 1d20+5=6. Thank the gods there are no critical fumbles on skill checks, :) .
 

OOC: Kaodi, you make things fun!


" . . . . . Furthermore, We have Pixie who can look ahead to see what is there for us. Pixie? . . . . .pixie ? . . . . . uh, pix?"
 

Pixie finds the tangle of roots surprisingly forgiving, (Climb DC5) and is able to get down to the bottom without incident. The ground is damp and the passage continues in two directions from here sloping slightly downward. The place smells of earth and damp and less pleasant odors. It is completely dark just a few feet from where Pixie stands. The ceiling is only about 5' high and the upper foot of that is a maze of hanging roots and thin stalactites. There are some odd sounds coming from the passage to the left. Squeaking straining noises such as might be made by ropes followed by thwacks of wood striking something sometimes followed by metallic clatters. The noises repeat irregularly, but always in the same pattern.

OOC: Stealth check?
 

Cognizant of how in her rush to climb down she might have fallen were she a little less experienced a climber, Pixie decides against trying anything fancy in her attempts to stay quiet. Looking up to see if anyone plans on following, she motions those she sees to descend.

OOC: Can I just take 10 in this situation? That would make it 16.
 

Kyria rubs her cheek as she watches Pixie nearly fall through the burrow. She thought if it hadn't been such a tight squeeze, that would probably have happened. It was a reminder that they'd be facing an unknown number of foes on their home turf.

But this had been her idea. She couldn't very well back out now.

She follows Pixie down into the darkness below and gives her a nod.

"Stick together," she whispers. "Last thing we want is for them to swarm us one by one."

(taking 10 on climb)
 

Pixie carefully draws out the beautiful hand axes liberated from her one-time idol Kressle. "With these I think I count as a bit more than just one," she whispers with a maniacal grin only faintly illuminated by the light from above.
 

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