Sons of Krauss Age of Worms Adventure Path (IC)

Azten said:
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.
It seems to be a marble finger broken off a humanoid statue of slightly larger than human size. Otherwise it is unremarkable.
 

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When Atzen heals Gregor the large youth at first seems disoriented as he looks at his hand and then at his torn leg as the dwarf heals up the rest of the wolf gash. As he looks around and sees his friends and the dead wolves the worried look leaves his face to be replaced by a wide grin. "You all survived and are all right!"

Gregor unsteadily pulls himself to his feet and shakes himself as he comes back fully to himself. "Thank you Atzen." He picks up his mining gear shaft turned mace and adjusts the large window shutter with a handle that he uses as a shield. "I'm right as rain again."

[ooc I think I can do fine without the orison for now].
 

Kenneth

"I hear the color of blood will match perfectly with that green cloak you wear. Apparently it is all the rave these days, Kenneth"

Kenneth raises his head to Owen. "Really?" he asks, incredulously. "No, I don't think so, Owen."

He examines the blade again. "You're probably thinking of that mahogany red. This definitely will not do." With a sigh, and not realizing that Owen has already begun inching into the wolf chamber, he kneels next to one of the wolves and carefully wipes his blade on the fur coat. Some streaks of drying blood remain and Kenneth keeps the sword readied, always several inches from any part of his clothing.

Bent on one knee, Kenneth watches the ray of light from the small opening in the rubble slide back and forth across the uneven cavern floor as Owen and Majakilar crawl their way back. When Owen lifts the lantern from his pack, Kenneth approaches with one hand held out.

"Amazing," he says, letting his fingers play across the intricate glasswork. "I wonder if this was crafted by the same ancient peoples as the other device we saw."
OOC - Bardic Knowledge +4, Knowledge (arcana/history/local) +7.
 


silentspace said:
"Here's the armband," Majakilar says, showing the elven band with leaf motif. "I wonder if it has any special powers."

"The ability to turn into coin once we give it to the right buyer is special enough for me," Owen says with a smile on his face. The idea of these two items has already made him forget about the fight with the wolves. "I wonder what else we can find in this place. There is that green glow we saw. Maybe whatever is creating that is worth some money."
 

Alexi

Alexi smiles, as Gregor opens his eyes. “That's Gregor, always in worry about the others, even if he's the one lying half-dead on the ground. Be a little more careful next time, ok?”

“And there's Owen... whatever you got, he's already counting the coins,” she adds with a grin.
 

Satisfied that Gregor is now well, and having learned what he can from the marble finger, Azten turns towards the West and peers into the darkness.

Well, before we get too excited about our potential earnings, I say let's continue to check this place out.

If nothing seems immediately threatening, he starts to head down the passage to the West.

OOC:
Darkvision 60'; Listen +3, Spot +3
Is the stonework here much different than further out towards the entrance? (Stonecunning: +2 on checks involving stonework)​
 
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jeremy_dnd said:
"Amazing," he says, letting his fingers play across the intricate glasswork. "I wonder if this was crafted by the same ancient peoples as the other device we saw."
OOC - Bardic Knowledge +4, Knowledge (arcana/history/local) +7.
The gnomish bard studies the lamp, and although he can remark that it is very well made, he has no further insight into its origins. It certainly predates the human immigration to Eastern Oerik, which means it is possibly thousands of years old. Strangely it shows very little wear and tear, as if it had only been created in the last quarter-century.
 

The dwarf makes his way down the short, western passage which ends in a wide dais. His attention is drawn to a faded fresco upon the south, west, and north walls. From a vantage point at the center fo the dais, the wall painting makes it look like you stand within a massive room with seven short hallways radiating outward from a central point. A chain dangles from the ceiling at the end of each hallway, and each chain bears a gleaming colored langern, identical to the one found in the wolf's den. Clockwise, the colors are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.

Other than the fresco and the dais the hallway is empty.
 
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