Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

[Halford]

Erf pulls a face at Ter-raen's musical attempts and Fenenn covers his ears.

"Ah, Ter-raen ye've, uh, quite the talent there."

 

[covaithe]

ooc: Let me know when you're actually going up or down stairs, and which stairs you use.

 

[Halford]

OOC: I vote up.

 

[serow]

OOC: Up sounds good.

 

[covaithe]

ooc: Which set of stairs are you guys going up? There are stairs up at O7, O12, and O21.

 

[Trouvere]

Gildrim's unaccountably quiet for a time after seeing the ruined harps. He rubs the back of his arm across his eyes. "Mair dust in that chaumber," he says. "Let's go oan an' tak th' first stairs we cam across," he continues gruffly.

OOC: O12, to pick at random.

 

[covaithe]

The party retrace their steps to the entrance hall with its wide stairway winding up. Ter-raen leads the way, with Erf close behind, carrying the cold blue candle. At the top of the stairs, Ter-raen pauses, looking around, and sees the candlelight reflected back from shiny fangs and hairy legs. There are spiders the size of small dogs waiting atop the stairs! The spiders hiss and advance...

ooc: initiative!

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[Trouvere]

"Ye war richt, Erf! Thaur's speeders!"

OOC: initiative 1d20=13

 

[serow]

AC 18, Flatfoot 16, HP 25

Ter-raen isn't afraid of spiders! They might be bigger than normal, but at least they're just up-sized creatures that Ter-raen has bested before. They're not anywhere as unreal as paintings anyway. Ter-raen steels himself for their assault, starting to weave a defensive pattern with his scimitar.

Initiative (1d20+2)=14

 

[Halford]

"Bully fer me!" Erf enthuses, as fenenn begins a continuous deep throated growl.

OOC: Sorry for the delay guys, Christmas craziness. Init = 17
Init (1d20+1=17)