Sons of Krauss Age of Worms Adventure Path (IC)

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Kenneth

In the midst of chaos, Kenneth keeps an eye on Owen as he tumbles past the wolf to the opposite side. The wolf is not distracted by the boy and keeps its glowing yellow eyes fixed on Kenneth. It growls deep within its throat and opens its jaws to take in the gnome when suddenly it flinches, turning its head around to find Owen. His own weapon had missed, barely grazing the wolf, but it was enough to distract it. As the creature ignores the smaller, though far better dressed in his opinion, threat, Kenneth fingers the hilt and jabs it into the wolf's chest.

After the battle, Kenneth leans down next to the final wolf and gingerly slides his rapier out from its still form. He purses his lips in disgust and halfheartedly attempts to shake off some of the blood from his blade.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he replies to Owen's concern, though with his thoughts elsewhere. "Is Gregor doin' all right?"

After a moment, Kenneth begins pacing across the cavern. "Does anyone have a rag?" he asks, holding up his blade, searching the cave for a clump of moss or a wide-leaved bush. "There's no way I'm going to slide this back into my scabbard."

OOC - Kenneth will clean off his sword with what's available and keep it drawn. When everyone's ready, he will suggest exploring the area where the wolves came from.​

 

[Azten]

After the shock of actually killing the wolf wears off, I absently wipe off my warhammer's head and place it back on my belt.

Then as I look around, I see Gregor's prone, bloody form and rush over to heal him.

All right big guy, let's see what we've got

OOC:

I use a CLW (Heals 1d8+1+1{Healing Domain}) on Gregor, and reassess his condition.
If needed (still significantly injured - >50% HP loss) I'll use another CLW. If he's not so bad off, but still in need of healing I'll pray for a CMinorW (heals 1 hp) to top him off.
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Speaking softly to myself the prayer, I calm my mind and gather Moradin's power to heal Gregor.

When he appears sufficiently healed, I end with a murmured Praise Moradin .

With a soft grunt, I stand back up and face the caved-in passage to the east.

Any more of you wolves in there might as well come out now so we don't have to come in to beat you silly.

What do you say, guys? Shall we?
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[Branding Opportunity]

OOC:

I use a CLW (Heals 1d8+1+1{Healing Domain}) on Gregor, and reassess his condition.
If needed (still significantly injured - >50% HP loss) I'll use another CLW. If he's not so bad off, but still in need of healing I'll pray for a CMinorW (heals 1 hp) to top him off.
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Speaking softly to myself the prayer, I calm my mind and gather Moradin's power to heal Gregor.

OOC: The first Cure Light Wounds spell heals 5 hp, and the second heals 7 hp, which means that he is only down 1 hp. Let me know if you want to use one of your orisons to cure the final hp.

Any more of you wolves in there might as well come out now so we don't have to come in to beat you silly.

There is no answer to the question posed to the pile of rubble, and you can't hear any other noises over the sibilant whisper-like noises coming from the walls. (OOC: Listen check)

 

[Branding Opportunity]

OOC - Kenneth will clean off his sword with what's available and keep it drawn.

OOC: There is nothing suitable growing on the walls to clean your blade with. There is a bountiful supply of ... um ... wolf fur around. I'm sure you could find some non-bloody bits.

 

[Azten]

OOC:

Oops. Major faux pas. I didn't take the healing domain. See OOC thread.​

 

[Mista Collins]

"Good to have you back, Gregor." Owen says from his sitting position. Looking towards Kenneth, who is searching for something to wipe his blade on, Owen laughs quite audibly. "I hear the color of blood will match perfectly with that green cloak you wear. Apparently it is all the rave these days, Kenneth"

There is no answer to the question posed to the pile of rubble, and you can't hear any other noises over the sibilant whisper-like noises coming from the walls.

Standing up as he finally catches his breath, Owen will walk over to where the wolves emerged. "Well it doesn't seem like there is anything else in there," Owen says as he eyes the low break in the debris to see if there is any sign of another cave-in or collapse of the current rubble.

OCC: Search +7, Knowledge (anything relevant) +3

If the debris and the opening look safe enough, Owen is going to crawl through the opening with his lantern to see if there is anything worth while in there, hoping he doesn't find the face of a wolf staring back at him.

OCC: Search +7

 

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Majakilar quickly dispatches the downed wolves, putting them out of their misery. "Tough beasts, we're lucky there were just three of them. They can run in large packs, or so I hear," he says as he examines his own wounds.

He gives Gregor a great pat on his back after Azten heals him, then follows Owen through the rubble.

 

[Branding Opportunity]

Owen and Majakilar:[sblock]Getting down on their hands and knees, Owen pushes the lamp ahead of him as he and Majakilar crawl through the opening in the rubble. After negotiating a low, short passage they find themselves in a smallish space rank with the smell of wild animals. Irregular piles of rubble litter the den, as do hundreds of bones and bone fragments from the creatures' past meals. Most of these belong to animals, but a few are unmistakably human.
After looking around for a brief while (OOC: "Taking 20" on Search checks) Owen turns up an old leather backpack half-buried under a pile of humanoid bones in the northern half of the den. The bag contains an elaborate lantern of indigo metal inset with indigo glass panes (see below). Taking a closer look at it, you Owen would guess that it would be worth around 45 gp. Majakilar confesses that he does not have enough expertise in these matters to even make an educated guess.

After a more extensive search of the southern end of the den, Majakilar turns up an intricately carved armband of unmistakable elven craftsmanship, bearing a repeating leaf motif. With this piece, it is Owen who is stumped as to its value. Majakilar guesses that due to the fine craftmanship it might fetch as much as 75 gp, perhaps even more if sold to an elf.
Finally, in searching the rubble mostly blocking off the passage, Owen turns up what appears to be a marble index finger cracked off a statue of some kind.[/sblock]
Everyone else:
Owen and Majakilar crawl on their hands and knees through a small opening in a rubble. They let you know that they have found a small den beyond the blocked-off area, but that there are no more wolves to be found in it.
Over the next few minutes you hear them rummaging about inside and arguing with one another.

 

[Mista Collins]

To Majakilar:
[sblock]"Odd that this lantern survived underneath this rubble. This has had to be here quite sometime for these bones to pile up on top of it. I do like this lantern much more than the dull one I have." Owen says as he grabs his lantern and backs out of the small den.[/sblock]

Owen emerges from the small den with a backpack, marble index finger, and his lantern in hand. Setting the bag down for everyone to see, he pulls out an elaborate lantern of indigo metal inset with indigo glass panes. "This could fetch a nice price to the right buyer back in town. I think Tidwoad would like to see this. I also found this," Owen says as he tosses the marble finger to Azten. "Looks like it came from some sort of statue. Looks like junk to me. But Majakilar found a nice little prize."

 

[Azten]

Oh, sure. Show us the treasure, then give me the finger! Azten allows his sour face to remain for a moment longer, then breaks into a grin as he examines the stone finger, looking for any clues as to age, make(racial) and other details.