[Pathfinder] Scotley's Kingmaker IC continued.

Rhote grimaces at the thought of cold iron. "I had some 'acquaintances' with a vulnerability to cold iron. It not only will wound such creatures, but also cause intense pain and scarring."
 

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"Too bad we don't have any," Kyria harumphs. "Maybe we should come back when we're better prepared."

She goes to the catapult and frowns deeply at it.

"Then again... All right, is it just me or does this make no sense? This kind of machine is only good for one thing, and that's assaulting a fortification like a keep or castle. Moreover, there's no way to move it to the surface to USE it. What am I missing here?"
 

Branden glances at the catapult and shrugs, "Wheels? Maybe there is somewhere down here they want to use it. Maybe there is a way for them to get to the kobolds from below and they plan on really getting the kobolds?"
 


"Too bad we don't have any," Kyria harumphs. "Maybe we should come back when we're better prepared."

She goes to the catapult and frowns deeply at it.

"Then again... All right, is it just me or does this make no sense? This kind of machine is only good for one thing, and that's assaulting a fortification like a keep or castle. Moreover, there's no way to move it to the surface to USE it. What am I missing here?"

The tables in the room are filled with tools and a strange assortment of parts. There seem to be some nearly finished simple traps and other things that defy explanation.
 



OOC: Take 10 on Stealth and Climb if able. I just rolled a Perception. I get another?

OOC: Good enough.

You descend into the western end of a irregular space roughly 50 by 50 at its widest points. The wet-looking floor of this large cavern is crisscrossed by several shallow trenches, each containing trickles of putrid looking fluid. Six foul mounds of compost and dung lie heaped about the room, each studded with small spherical eggs. At the far end of the room a single female Mite sits upon a small stool in front of a large wooden bowl filled with a foul-smelling paste made of ground-up kobold bones, kobold blood, and crushed mice. Three giant centipedes happily feed on this mess. The centipedes hiss as they see light approaching. The Mite orders them to attack before she scurries to exit through a tunnel to the East.

OOC: Pixie and Brandeleon--Roll initiative, if you beat an 18 you may act. Initiative (1d20+2=18)
 

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