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Post by Verminaard on Feb 5, 2017 16:29:25 GMT -5
Calahas remains silent, gripping his short sword, either waiting for Nadre to take the lead or for the goblin to pass.
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Post by sonofblashyrkh on Feb 6, 2017 9:06:59 GMT -5
Nadre responds in goblin "passing patrol. Looking for some intruders."
He hopes there are only the 2 of them and maybe he can split them up if the one calling at the door gets curious. If that one approaches the group he will attack it with his sword.
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Post by kaptaincarbon on Feb 6, 2017 15:35:37 GMT -5
Nadre grunts out something vile and unholy from around the corner: "harec hakhuuch. Kuulec dhuur tuulkaan akorthaar." Calahas peers through the cracks in the door just waiting for this to go bad. there is a silence in the air before the goblin responds:
Huun haar daan heruukaar. Maan an druulkhar. Go get the prisoner. He is downstairs.
The goblin turns and shuts the door leaving Calahas more room to breath. The goblin returns to his business inside which is filled with racket and more vile talking and clanking.
Torch (Ypres 1/5): 4 Rounds Left
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Post by andrewwerdna on Feb 8, 2017 1:11:03 GMT -5
(Assuming Nadre translates for us) "Prisoner?" Jurlis whispers. "We should go investigate immediately, someone might need help."
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Post by sonofblashyrkh on Feb 9, 2017 12:38:55 GMT -5
Nadre agrees that we should go get the prisoner. Wherever that is
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Post by kaptaincarbon on Feb 10, 2017 7:54:25 GMT -5
the party speaks in whispers tones and makes their way towards the west out of slight confusion on what to do next. There is a prisoner somewhere in this dungeon and the goblins want that prisoner. The group walks slowly and carefully past a set of descending stairs to the south before coming to a slightly ajar wooden door to the west. From your vantage point it looks like a few barrels of food with some jewelry hanging off its side in plain sight. To the south of that intersection is another long corridor.
Torch (Ypres 1/5): 3 Rounds Left
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Post by sonofblashyrkh on Feb 10, 2017 11:13:36 GMT -5
Nadre calmly checks the storage room for traps. First the door and then the room. He won't open the door if it creaks noisily.
He would like to take the jewelry but only if it is safe to do so. Then he will ask for help investigating the barrels.
He asks the group quietly,"do you think looting this room will give away our presence or do you think the inhabitants here already know enough to not worry? Also, do you think the prisoner is down the stairs? Should we rescue them and then attempt to take out those guards we spoke with? Or take the individual back to town?
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Post by andrewwerdna on Feb 11, 2017 4:48:32 GMT -5
Jurlis pretends to investigate the barrels, but is actually just trying to get a better look at the jewelry.
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Post by kaptaincarbon on Feb 11, 2017 10:23:53 GMT -5
Nadre and Jurlis enter the room with their eyes focused on the jewelry as soon as both of them enter, their noses are filled with a foul smell. ORCS! They hear the guttural laughter as they emerge from the shadows.
"Like flieuk caughav shal ij web" they say as xLhkS0N21-6 emerge from the darkest parts of the room.
Party Initiative: 1-6
Monster Initiative: 1-6
One of the orcs takes his axe and steps towards Nadre who doesn't know what is happening before the tarnished weapon falls in front of him:
Monster Attack: 1-20
Crackling the barrel beside him spilled the jewels across the floor and sending apples everywhere.
A second orc comes up behind Jurlis and swings with his axe
Monster Attack: 1-20
Monster Damage 1-6
Jurlis screams as the axe plunges into his shoulder clinging onto his one remaining HP. Lampray shrieks and hides behind Calahas.
Torch (Ypres 1/5): 1 Rounds Left1-6·1-6·1-6·1-20·1-20·1-6
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Post by andrewwerdna on Feb 11, 2017 11:36:41 GMT -5
Jurlis attempts to flee.
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Post by sonofblashyrkh on Feb 11, 2017 16:00:34 GMT -5
Nadre attacks the goblin that hurt Jurlis and then attempts to flee towards the southern stairs protecting Jurlis' retreat.
Attack 1E3WoBD21d20+1 = 13
Damage 1d81d20·1d8
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Post by dungeonsnake on Feb 12, 2017 1:43:43 GMT -5
Ypres Zo bravely charges into battle, hacking with his battle-axe at the nearest Orc, and waving his torch around with his other hand.
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Post by andrewwerdna on Feb 12, 2017 7:21:19 GMT -5
If Jurlis is able to escape the room before the end of his turn, and if he has enough of a turn left to switch to his crossbow, he'll shoot at one of the orcs.
Attack: Y7|cOoNF1d20
Damage: 1d4+11d20·1d4+1
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Post by kaptaincarbon on Feb 13, 2017 10:48:29 GMT -5
In a flurry of excitement the orcs spring a trap on the adventurers. Jurlis with b lod running down his body fires a crossbow bolt into the darkness. It clanks against a barrel. Ypres and Nadre step in front of Jurlis and heave their weapons in the dark while the torch flickers all around. One orc shrieks and is sent hurdling into the rubble of the room. The party turns and flees. With wild abandon the party runs down the hall and cuts to the right descending the stairs in panic. They loose all track of direction in the panic turning right and left or maybe left and right. Long hallways and short ones.
Pursuit/Evasion
1-3: The Monsters pursue / 4-6: The Monsters stay in the room. uCdHXFFU1-6
The party runs quite fast with the snarling sounds fading behind. Jurlis looks behind after what feels like an eternity and signals to the rest of the party to slow down. They all huddle into the nearest corner behind a wooden box. This room appears entirely empty, save for a the chest in the northeastern of the room in which you have taken cover. The chest rests atop a low wooden platform, ten feet on a side, which appears old and probably quite weak. The chest is not locked. There hangs tapestries from three walls of this room. the torch has gone out and there is a whistling of air coming from two direction. You have no idea where you are.
1-6
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Post by dungeonsnake on Feb 13, 2017 11:27:42 GMT -5
Ypres lights a torch and takes a closer look around the room, and orders one of the hirelings to prod the tapestries with a pole.
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