Strahd's "RttToEE" CLOSED

[stonegod]

"Too dark, need a dwarf's eyes," the Kid answered. "But cold---too cold."

 

[Rhun]

Korbryn peers into the pit, hoping that his dwarfsight will provide a better clue as to what lies below.

 

[Voadam]

"It will be a happy day when we encounter some small folk with magical gear -- but then again, small folk usually aren't evil." Lenuran says with a wry smile while surveying the scene.

"Oh there are plenty of goblins, kobolds, dark stalkers, and xvarts to fill out the ranks of evil hordes in the world. So far though this cult seems to favor gnolls, men, and elves for its minions. The scaled one was a bit of a surprise to me. Do you remember any other races mentioned from the last uprising of the Temple Lenuran?"

The priest considers. "I will proceed with my attempt to wrest some answers from the spirit of the assassin." Miltiades then begins to intone his incantation, attempting to draw out the knowledge encased in the dead man's skull.


ooc speak with dead.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Lenuran of Lortmills, Bard 4, Hp: 24/24

"Well, let me think about that." Lenuran says as he scrunches his eyes and looks blankly towards the ceiling, deep in thought.

"I recall trolls, giants, humans, gnolls, bugbears....but no smallfolk, it would appear that they had no interest in elemental evil... or the cult had a height requirement." He chuckles heartily, then realizes he is the only one laughing. "You all don't have a sense of humor." He says as he frowns and walks over to the pit where Thandis and Kobryn are looking downward.

"Thandis - I could make something very bright to drop down into the hole to illuminate things a bit more."

OOC: Can cast Light on something handy and disposable, then drop it into the hole.

 

[stonegod]

The Kid holds up his hand, perhaps a bit perfunctorily. He was uncomfortable with his real name being bandied about. "Let the dwarf look first. No reason to awake anything prematurely."

 

[DEFCON 1]

Ithiken pulls out the items that he detect as magical and lays them by themselves in a part of the room. "Here are the magical items, gents. The rapier, the buckler, and the black cloak with silver lines." He also seperates the small, individual items. "We also have a scroll of some sort... haven't tried to read it yet... a copper vial that I expect is a potion, this here wand, and finally another potion that I'm pretty sure cures moderate wounds. Heh... I've drunk enough of those to know."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

The same unnatural cold floods the bones of the sturdy dwarf. A rope is dangling down and disappears into the darkness, it's the pulley's rope.
A Second ledge can be seen 10 ft. down from where Korbryn stand, it is another tunnel but it is filled with water as the dwarf realizes when he spot a stream of water coming out from there. A waterfall carry the water into the depth of the unknown and the rope is going that way too.

[sblock=Action]
Miltiades – Speak with the dead.
Chatrilon corpse – Will save [Failed]
[/sblock]

Without even looking at Miltiades, the dead corpse stares into the chamber's ceiling as her mouth begins to move.
What is that you seek, you accursed and vile priest?

 

[Rhun]

After explaining to his companions what he had seen, the dwarf takes a guard position to watch the hall outside. He stays close enough to hear what passes between Miltiades and the corpse of the treasure seeker.

 

[stonegod]

Hearing nothing that he would use immediately, the Kid keeps watch down the hole---just in case.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Lenuran of Lortmills, Bard 4, Hp: 24/24

"Should we pull on this rope?"says the small gnome as he hears the unnatural speech of the corpse from behind him -- he immediately turns around with his mouth somewhat agape.

"Egads -- that is something you don't see everyday!"