Redclaw's Eyes of the Lich Queen

[Creamsteak]

"Well the armor's shiny, but probably not too useful. We can leave it for later. Hell, maybe one of them will get enough motivation to put it on and come looking for a fight. I wouldn't mind that."

"Regardless, if we're going to fall back we better do so swiftly."

 

[pathfinderq1]

With most of the group apparently in agreement, Chevri began to make her way back out the way they had come in. "At least one of them got away, so we ought to move before it can get enough help to block our exit. Do any of you have an axe or hammer to spare- I'd like to break the wolverine free, if we can do it quickly..."

 

[EvolutionKB]

"Let's leave the beast for now. It isn't going anywhere. If we try breaking the chain now, the noise may summon the ire of the dragon again. We can't handle that right now."

"Bregan, can you find us a safe place to rest for the night?"

 

[Redclaw]

Bregan can guide you back to the place you camped last night, but he also asks your indulgence as he paces out the area you've explored. He then points out that there isn't much extra space between the exterior dimensions of the temple and the rooms you've seen. He doesn't think the secret door the blackscale entered could be anything more than a passageway.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Talas is sitting upon a flat rock, cleaning the bits of gore from the spiked head of his flail. Upon Bregan's return and his sharing of information, Talas remarks, "So what you are saying then, is that what we seek is below the temple. Obviously we haven't found any stairs going down. The damn wells seem to be dead ends. There has to be a secret door we missed somewhere that leads down there. After we are rested we can go over the place with a fine-toothed comb and sniff that dragon out."

 

[s@squ@tch]

Hedowin, Mage 5, hp: 10/21

Sitting gingerly on an overturned tree, Hedowin begins,"I am curious to figure out how many more blackscales lie in wait underneath the temple. As the dragon appears to have a large support system underneath opening and closing doors. At least we know where a secret door is...."

He shakes his head.

"We should have thrown the blackscale bodies down the well in the last room.... like we did with the other two wells..."

He then looks over his wounds.

"Gah, I am all bruised and burned. This just won't do."

He grabs the potion vial from the last blackscale and begins to study it.

Afterwards, he reaches into his belt pouch and pulls out the wand that he found on the blackscale adept, looking at it closely for any clues or signs to what it might do.

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Doubtful he realizes what the potion does.
Spellcraft check on potion (1d20+13=16)

If he does not see any telltale sign on what the wand might do, he will use the second charge of the day from his Eternal Wand of Identify.

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[Redclaw]

The rest of the day passes peacefully, and Bregan is able to provide ample meat to make use of the campfire.

Hedowin is unable to ascertain the abilities of the wand on his own, but his wand of identification reveals that it is a wand of Cure Moderate Wounds, and that it contains 34 charges.

Did anyone grab the spear?

 

[Creamsteak]

Drekhad would have if nobody else was grabbing it. It's something else pointy to do some stabbing with.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Hedowin, Mage 5, Hp: 10/21

Grumbling slightly that the wand is of divine origin, he turns to the shifter druid.

"I believe this would be best suited with you. It is capable of producing a moderate curative effect, roughly more than 3 dozen times before its magicks will be used up."

With a wan smile,"I wouldn't mind at all if you tried it out on me."

 

[Graf]

As evening comes on a scruffy looking man in a chain shirt approaches the camp with his hands open and up to show he's not armed. Short and squart with a nose crooked from repeated breaking, a chunk missing from one ear and a mouth full of oversized crooked teeth he looks a bit like pit bull that got polymorphed into a human or at least someone who's lost a lot of bar fights. He looks and smells like he's been in thejungle for days.

"Names Kason." He says. "Sur'kil sent me."