(I/C)
The party discussed options on where to go explore next. There was the room with the water in it that Lannis had webbed, the passage that led to the wolf, further down that corridor to the kobolds; but at the end of all things, against Lannis’ wants, the party settled on going back to the dining room that had the statues in it.
"I think the dining room is worth checking out, now that we've found the Googoron,” Abraxas said. The Fighter sheathed his sword and pointed back the way we came. “I will use my mirror in there to take a look around if Señor Wynner spots anything with his magic dark eyes.”
Grinning, Wyn nodded, “Agreed Monsieur Salazar. To de dinin’ room!”
As the group went to leave, Brendon tapped the Cleric on the shoulder and asked, “Lady Lyra, can you help me out as I don’t feel as nimble as normal?” Points at Lannis who backed up from the offending digit, he added, “No snide comments from you.”
“Buh, wha? I would NEVER.”
Lyra withdrew her holy symbol. “The dining room with the elf statues? Well at least we know the Gorgon is dead. Guess that’s something. And wait, you two!” Laying her hand on Brendon first she intoned (CLW 1d6+1, White 6: Heal 7! (Max)) “Aine, please mend my companions wounds.” The damage on the scout faded away, leaving old scabs and a faint discoloring of the skin. She then turned to Lannis and repeated her motion, touching the Magic User on the arm (CLW 1d6+1, White 6: Heal 7! (Max)) “And Goddess Aine…again! Because they keep getting their asses kicked somehow.”
As Brendon, Lannis’ wounds also faded, leaving scars and scabs and some yellowing traces under the skin. "Thank you Lyra, back in prime fighting shape.” He then turned to Abraxas and frowned. “Excuse me? I don't remember agreeing to anything, certainly not investigating that death trap disguised as a dining room. If you insist on this, please let out a scream before you die so we know you were killed by Colonol Crusher in the Dining Room with the Stone Eyes.”
Kovid chuckled. “Oh Manling, you worry so.” He looked around the cave and sighed. “Hmm, fresh air coming through I bet it once lead outside. Let’s go see what else this castle has in store for us, it is a long walk back out of the cave and to the upper part of the castle Plus we need to get Brendon his spending money back and my hammer has an appointment with a couple of Kobold faces!”
The group walked through the winding stone cavern back to the main chamber where the crossed slowly and with care to the stairs where they climbed them watchful and ready. At the top of the steps the bypassed the barracks and took the side door to the small set of steps and took that up to the main eastern hall. After looking around and hearing nothing, they walked with care north past the kitchen and outside the Dining Room.
Brendon gave the door another check but there was no difference between yesterday and today and after a minute or two gave Abraxas the thumbs up. “All you, Doc.”
“Gracias Senor.” Holding his FANCY SILVER MIRROR in one hand and shield in the other, he turned the knob while everyone had their weapons out and ready. The lantern light filtered in, showing the room was the same as it was before, dining room with a number of stone elven figures looking at the door with expression of panic and horror. A fireplace was on the east wall, 2 large candelabras flanked the door (everything was cold and dark) and a number of large columns supported the ceiling above.
“Hokay,” Wyn said, “Let me go in and check for ze heat. Do NOT shut ze door all ze way, ok?”
“Thought there was no gorgon to worry about,“ Lannis sarcastically asked.
“I am brave, Monsiuer Magic User, not stupid.”
As Wyn went in to check, closing the door most of the way, his infravision flared up. The room was still large, at the limit of his vision, 60’ square. 4 columns, the table was large, and he could make out over 15 figures around the long T shaped table…but everything was room temperature light green/yellow in color.
Meanwhile (WMC: Orange 1 – Thanks Rik!!) from the door to the south, where the kitchen was (Random 1d6: White 1 – Adepts. # Appear: 1d8 – Orange 8 – thanks Rik!!), the door opened (>Hear Noise +20 bonus, Red 72) and a number of figures the party did NOT hear before when in the hall stepped out.
They were a bit shorter than Abraxas’ height, but seemed wide – hard to tell as they were cowled and robed in red ground dragging robes decorated with lots of brown “V’s” (Surprise check Party: Orange 3 – not surprised). “Corfard’s Blessings!” One of the hissed, pointing at the party, “I TOLD you I heard something! That little rat Grilljax was right!” It raised a stout club in a strange 4 fingered scaly hand and pointed it at the group, “Give up now, and in Corfard’s name we shall make your deaths quick!”
(Initiative: Party Steel 4: Adepts Orange 1 – Party wins!)
Time now is 10:56
(OOC)
Wandering Monster – we have initiative – in order FACING the 8 foes we have: Abraxas, Lannis, Lyra, Kovid, Brendon. Wyn is in the room with the door mostly closed and can hear the battle when it starts – right now they do not know you are there. Party makes first choice – can go 2 abreast in the hall. Let me know Front line, Support front, Missile Fire, Spells and Other.
Good Luck!
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