Scotley's Tomb of Horrors 3.5
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Scotley
Hero
Entering the Tomb
Jillian glides forward slowly and carefully checking everything as she goes. That webbed ceiling is a concern. It is difficult to see up there, but she detects no sign of movement. The doors seem okay at least. The tunnel does not seem to have been disturbed other than the opening having been dug out last night. It seems to have been unused for many long years. Jillian stands at the door with everyone else huddled at the entrance some 30' away.
OOC: Actions?
Jillian glides forward slowly and carefully checking everything as she goes. That webbed ceiling is a concern. It is difficult to see up there, but she detects no sign of movement. The doors seem okay at least. The tunnel does not seem to have been disturbed other than the opening having been dug out last night. It seems to have been unused for many long years. Jillian stands at the door with everyone else huddled at the entrance some 30' away.
OOC: Actions?
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
as the interaction between dwarf and elf continue Harrison leans over to Logan and whispers, "hey dad, they followed me here. can we keep them?"
Then to the 3 plus wolf he says Harrison Bentz, at your service.
Then to the 3 plus wolf he says Harrison Bentz, at your service.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Harrison will follow 5 feet behind Jillian, incaase trouble shows itself.
"How long ago did Professor Ambrose examine this tomb? surely hot so long ago that these webs filled this place up?"
"How long ago did Professor Ambrose examine this tomb? surely hot so long ago that these webs filled this place up?"
Ballista, HP48/48, AC 24/29vRanged(FF19/24vR-T15/20vR) F5 R11 W6
The elf looks to the ceiling as she enters the corridor in the middle of the pack. "Does anyone have a real torch by chance? My glove carries no heat with its light. Even a tinderbox, twig or even a flaming weapon could help us here I think." While she waits for an answer she draws a javelin sized arrow and notchs it in her bowstring. Fongul paces silently at her side his eyes fixed farther into the hallway. She raises the bow up and drags the arrows through the webbing to see how high it goes.
The elf looks to the ceiling as she enters the corridor in the middle of the pack. "Does anyone have a real torch by chance? My glove carries no heat with its light. Even a tinderbox, twig or even a flaming weapon could help us here I think." While she waits for an answer she draws a javelin sized arrow and notchs it in her bowstring. Fongul paces silently at her side his eyes fixed farther into the hallway. She raises the bow up and drags the arrows through the webbing to see how high it goes.
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Arkhandus
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Grackle "Grubeater" Granitetop, gnome sorc 9, HP 57/57, AC 20
The dirty gnome starts scampering over toward the cave, following Jillian but from a distance. 'Jill gets fangy clawy stuff's attention, so I gots to stay back,' he thinks. Out loud, he says "Hey! Waits! The slug's ot'er way! You not want? Slugs're squishy-slimy-sticky fun! 'cept when ya chokes on 'em cuz they so sticky. Then ya gots to eat the burny-stuff, alcolohool or sumthin', to wash 'way the sticky."
When the elf-maiden asks about a torch, the grubby gnome calls out "OOOH! OOH! I gots! I gots!" He waves his arms around, grinning at her. Then he reaches under his cloak and digs something out of his backpack, a short wooden pole with a flame burning at the end, but no smoke.
"You want I holds it, or you holds it? It's magic flame, no burny gnomes, see!" He waves a leather-gloved hand through the flame to no effect. Then, remembering that Jill was going into the cave or something, he squeaks out something in surprise and mutters some unintelligible gibberish for a few seconds, still holding the torch out for Ballista if she wants it.
Then he seems to forget he even asked, and walks up to the nearest stranger, sticking out his other hand (gloved but still dirty), and, still grinning, says merrily "HI, SOMEBODY I DON'T KNOW! I'm Grackle. Granitetop clan. Oh, also called Grubeater. Dunno why. I knows Ambrose. Or did. I burnded mummies fer'im I dids. Totally burnded. Then I peed on them cuz they were on fire an' stuffs. But they're dead now and so is Mr. Ambrose I guess. But not from mummies. Oh nooo. I burnded the mummies good. They woulda been pretty on fire, but they were all 'GRAAGH! I'm ON FIRE AN' STUFFS BUT I CAN'T SCREAM CUZ I'M A MUMMY SO ALL'S I SAYS IS GRAAAGH!' an' writhin' and squigglin' an' fallin' apart till they dead. Again. Cuz I guess mummies are a'ready dead to start with? Dunno how that works."
At this point, mercifully, he seems to forget what he was talking about, and just stands there quietly, hand still stretched out to shake, and smokeless torch resting on his shoulder. A brown and white weasel crawls out from under his cloak to sit on his other shoulder, looking up at the stranger Grackle approached.
(ooc: Move towards the cave, but staying at least 30 feet from the front. If told to keep the torch, he'll move to the middle of the group, otherwise he'll stay in the back. It's an Everburning Torch. Grackle casts Mage Armor on himself, 9 hour duration.)
The dirty gnome starts scampering over toward the cave, following Jillian but from a distance. 'Jill gets fangy clawy stuff's attention, so I gots to stay back,' he thinks. Out loud, he says "Hey! Waits! The slug's ot'er way! You not want? Slugs're squishy-slimy-sticky fun! 'cept when ya chokes on 'em cuz they so sticky. Then ya gots to eat the burny-stuff, alcolohool or sumthin', to wash 'way the sticky."
When the elf-maiden asks about a torch, the grubby gnome calls out "OOOH! OOH! I gots! I gots!" He waves his arms around, grinning at her. Then he reaches under his cloak and digs something out of his backpack, a short wooden pole with a flame burning at the end, but no smoke.
"You want I holds it, or you holds it? It's magic flame, no burny gnomes, see!" He waves a leather-gloved hand through the flame to no effect. Then, remembering that Jill was going into the cave or something, he squeaks out something in surprise and mutters some unintelligible gibberish for a few seconds, still holding the torch out for Ballista if she wants it.
Then he seems to forget he even asked, and walks up to the nearest stranger, sticking out his other hand (gloved but still dirty), and, still grinning, says merrily "HI, SOMEBODY I DON'T KNOW! I'm Grackle. Granitetop clan. Oh, also called Grubeater. Dunno why. I knows Ambrose. Or did. I burnded mummies fer'im I dids. Totally burnded. Then I peed on them cuz they were on fire an' stuffs. But they're dead now and so is Mr. Ambrose I guess. But not from mummies. Oh nooo. I burnded the mummies good. They woulda been pretty on fire, but they were all 'GRAAGH! I'm ON FIRE AN' STUFFS BUT I CAN'T SCREAM CUZ I'M A MUMMY SO ALL'S I SAYS IS GRAAAGH!' an' writhin' and squigglin' an' fallin' apart till they dead. Again. Cuz I guess mummies are a'ready dead to start with? Dunno how that works."
At this point, mercifully, he seems to forget what he was talking about, and just stands there quietly, hand still stretched out to shake, and smokeless torch resting on his shoulder. A brown and white weasel crawls out from under his cloak to sit on his other shoulder, looking up at the stranger Grackle approached.
(ooc: Move towards the cave, but staying at least 30 feet from the front. If told to keep the torch, he'll move to the middle of the group, otherwise he'll stay in the back. It's an Everburning Torch. Grackle casts Mage Armor on himself, 9 hour duration.)
Walking Dad
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Garagos, AC 29 (T19, FF27), HP 102/107, DR 3/-, F +11,R+6,W+10
"Try to not only talk, but hear what the others say, too. She asked for the 'real' stuff, not fancy magic. I think she will burn something." Garagos says to the gnome.
"Try to not only talk, but hear what the others say, too. She asked for the 'real' stuff, not fancy magic. I think she will burn something." Garagos says to the gnome.
Ballista, HP48/48, AC 24/29vRanged(FF19/24vR-T15/20vR) F5 R11 W6
The archer looks at the little sorcerer and holds up her gloved fist with the non-burning flame on the back. "Indeed the dwarf is right Grubbs, these webs could be concealing dart holes, creatures or any of a myriad other manner of misfortune just lying in wait for the unsuspecting to set it loose. A little real fire could bring these these hidden horrors to light...so to speak." Again the smirk touches the edges of her beautiful lips.
Knowledge Dungeoneering: (1d20+5=19)
The archer looks at the little sorcerer and holds up her gloved fist with the non-burning flame on the back. "Indeed the dwarf is right Grubbs, these webs could be concealing dart holes, creatures or any of a myriad other manner of misfortune just lying in wait for the unsuspecting to set it loose. A little real fire could bring these these hidden horrors to light...so to speak." Again the smirk touches the edges of her beautiful lips.
Knowledge Dungeoneering: (1d20+5=19)
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