Unknown Monument

[CountFalchiezVander]

The morning mists dance in the sunlight at the gates to Dennish, the wind playing the part as partner to the wisps and their traditional movements. There is quiet throughout the village, as the adventurer’s make ready, sheathing weapons, checking their mounts and saying good bye to friends. Not even the sounds of the smiths can be heard.
The people have gathered, and each has a look of hope and peace on their faces.
Suddenly, their heads all bow in unison as a voice softly floats into the air, and from the center of the gathering walks a dwarf, her garb that of a druid. She raises her hands as she sings, and instruments slowly join her from seemingly nowhere. The people hum softly, giving her words an almost physical form. The clouds above even still for her voice. If one were to look to the farthest reaches of the crowd, one could see several women, dancing together in very specific, yet fluid movements, like in a trance. Scimitars are wielded by each, and their display depicts story, so old that few can remember it, and you are not even sure what the story is about. But it captivates you a moment, making you feel at ease and in peace.
As the song finishes, she nods to the leaving heroes and clasps her hands together in prayer.

“Althalous takes care of those who take care of her. Remember that, and you will be forever remembered by the trees and wind...”

The road is busy as you travel south, many a wagon and pilgrim wandering it. Many wave to you, but don’t really stop to talk. It will take four days to reach the site of the building of the citadel, but there is a small inn about a two days journey, according to Narson, who says it has fine meals, a dry bed, but not the greatest ale. He is humming a tune and strumming his lyre, passing the time away while his eyes wander over each party member, then to their heading, then to the sky. Every once and a while he seems to raise his eyebrows, as if some understanding has befallen him, but then he shrugs and keeps humming.

[magasark]

After a good nights sleep at the inn, I awake at daybreak to bath and clean my beard. I braid my beard into three long braids in order that it will not get in the way during any fights that may come. I put on my leather armor and attach my sheathed short sword and dagger on my belt. I leave my room at the inn and walk outside to watch the ceremonies being preformed. With all these people gathered I have the strong urge to pickpocket them while they are distracted by the goings on but I remember the reward from this little mission and I think better of possibly messing this up. I find Narson, Soolee and the strange little monk in the crowd as we await our departure.

[Soolee]

Soolee enters the temple prayerfully. As the sun comes over the horizon Soolee Praises the one she serves. She asks for his strength courage and guidance. She leaves a silver piece and leaves knowing she does not have time to tarry. She arrives to the town square and seeing Magasark she hails to him and then joins him saying cheerfully, “A glorious day to you Friend” She sees the others and gets ready to hail just as a hush comes over crowd. She is in awe of what she sees. A peace embraces the Paladin.

[Scorch]

the strange little monk in the crowd as we await our departure.[/b]
OOC: I'm taller than you!! :D



As the first rays seep into the windows of the Sun's dawn inn, I awake almost instantly and wide awake as the light glances my face. I always enjoyed having a precise body clock as I was terrible at judging time by stars or sun. With a skip in my step, quickly grabbing my things I rush downstairs and outside with a kind word blurted out to the innkeeper as I zoom out the door. Determined to bond with my party, as I see one by one they draw together in the crowd I step over and introduce myself properly. "Good day friends, I hope the world is treating you well, its a long road ahead and I'm sure we'll easily bring peace to Raythene once again. My name is Tharwin but if you'd seen me run you would be calling me "thunderfoot" *smiles* Shall we set off? I say as I tack up my horse and engage in smalltalk with Narson...Well these folk dont seem so bad in the morning light :)


After a day on the road, still raring for adventure I object to staying at the Inn overnight. Stopping briefly to give the horses a rest and to resupply before heading on is the plan I have in mind. I mention it to Narson then to the rest of the group, eagerly awaiting their reply...

[magasark]

the strange little monk in the crowd as we await our departure.[/b]
OOC: I'm taller than you!! :D
[/b]

OOC: But I am 75 pounds heavier though :D also, the inn is two days journey from town according to the DM.

"Camping out is fine with me," I mention to Tharwin, "But I am a creature of comfort and I look forward to the inn on the marrow."

[Soolee]

<Tag Narson and Magasark>

[magasark]

"I have 4 days worth of trail rations and I am sure that we will be able to find more food along the way in addition to the being able to resupply at the inn on the road." I mention to the group.

I am looking forward to moving out, so as soon as we can get moving the better.

[Soolee]

"Lead the wat Narson. I'll follow behind you. The other two can decide where they will be. I am ready and alert." Soolee says patting her sword.

[magasark]

I elect to follow Soolee and I pull my crossbow from my pack just to have it at the ready.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Narson smiles to the group as they travel answering any questions they partake of him. He does inform them that his mount carries enough supplies to reach the inn, so they have not to worry.
The first two days travel are peaceful, people traveling along the road and a few merchants show their wares alongside in their carts. nothing of interest though. The evening of the second day brings a chill in the air, yet there is a building around the bend, several lights on, and the sound of music coming from the bottom floor. As you pull up closer a halfling comes from the doorway and greets you.

"Hail and welcome to the Daylight's Rest Inn. We have a few rooms left available, and supper is just being served. Please let us treat you to our fine food, good music and comfortable beds."

He looks over to Narson, then shakes his head and smiles.

"You've come to pay your tab then Flimmellip?"

The gnome winks and starts rolling a coin between his knuckles.

"And here I thought my talents covered a drink meal and rest?"

Narson flicks the coin to the halfling, who catches it and nods, heading back to the inside of the building. When he returns he smiles and looks to all.

"It seems that your companion is well known in these parts, your rooms are all ready, and I shall tend to the horses with the up most care."

Narson dismounts and looks to the group.

"hurry up now, I want to see who is performing. and if there is anything to learn.."

He skips off into the inn, not waiting for the others.

[Soolee]

Soolee chukles and shakes her head and looks at he companions and says matter of factly, "Well, I guess we are staying rather we want to or not. Perhaps we learn something. " Soolee grabs each of their arms going inthe middle of them as if she were a fine lady being escourted and says playful voice, "Shall we go in my handsome escourts.": She is very alert as they enter. She trys to discern if there is anything evil as they walk through the doors She will keep this iniate gif active until she feels safe.

[magasark]

You can see me blush ever so gently behind my beard as I escort the fair Soolee to a table. We sit and I immediatly call over one of the waitresses.

A halfling waitress comes to the table, "A flagon of ale my young lass," I say.

Once I have placed my order, I try to listen in on the conversations going on over the music to try and find out anything more about this unknown monument.

[Scorch]

I take Soolee's arm with a playful chuckle and lead her with magasark into the inn. After seating ourselves at a table, I figure this is a nice enough place and I second the order of alcohol. "Your cheapest and weakest beer please m'lady and some bread if you have any" Turning to Soolee "What are your thoughts on this place for the night? It seems nice enough although nothing beats the open air" I glance around the Inn for Narson although I find Soolee quite encaptivating...

[Soolee]

OOC: Soolee doesn’t have any thing of real value in her back pack.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Narson smiles as he raises a glass, watching the entertainment, involving an elf dancing to the beat of some drums played by dwarf, and a flute being played by an elf. The inside of the place is small yet cozy, arranged in a sort of horse shoe pattern so all the patrons can see the entertainment in the center. There is a fireplace in three walls, and the stairs leading to the second floor are next to the bar itself. There is Halfling behind the bar, getting the serving maidens their orders, and the sounds of pots and pans scuffling can occasionally be heard in the back. Each one of you is brought your order, and the fee for staying in the inn is 1 sp, for they have made quite a large profit in the last year, as their story goes by the serving maiden. She giggles and winks to Narson and bows, mumbling no charge for his bedroom. Narson smiles and looks to the group.

"Well, a nice rest here should do us the world of good before we reach Grunsk, citadel of the Orcs, or well, its foundation anyways. They are still constructing it, finally getting the go ahead from the City of Faith, and who knew they would come across such a strange monument to who knows what..Still, it is an adventure worth tagging along for, that's for sure."

He pulls a gold coin from his pocket and begins to roll it along his knuckles, as if lost in thought.

Soolee:

You notice that many of the patrons seem to be talking of heading to the citadel for contract work, and that they would rather be hunting or fishing. There are a few stout dwarves loaded to bear with weaponry, but they have the look of guards to them. You sense no evil here, but there is a lingering cold coming from the south most corner, where a kobold sits, staring blankly into the fireplace.

[Soolee]

OOC; Looks like you and I posted about the same time, Thunderfoot

[Scorch]

OOC: Seems I did the same thing again! damn you for thinking like me! :)

I smile at Soolee's calm voice
"It is good to see you are so vigilent Miss Catori, things can catch you offguard when your mind begins to wander, which is why I drink the weakest beers. A strong ale clouds the mind and gives your adversaries the upper hand even before you throw the first punch, but don't worry, I say with a wink I'm too fast for them :). And after we have dined I would relish a sparring partner, who knows maybe I could learn something new"


turning to Narson
"Can't say I've ever had time for the single minded nature of orcs, its always about 'War' and 'having the biggest muscles', I know and respect a few civilised orcs but those that have reverted to savagry are so slow aand always seem angry!" The scent of hot apples is mouth watering as it wafts from soolee's mug and although normally not one for temptation I give in and order a mugful, smiling greatly as it arrives...

"What is the City of Faith?" I ask Narson
"and what is the temperment of Grunsk in relation to outside adventurers?"

Gazing around I notice the Kobold in the corner, I begin to wonder why that, although he sits so close to a roaring fire, his expression is so cold...I nudge magasark and nod at the lonely figure

[Soolee]

<span style="color:#cc6600">"I will be honored to spar with you, thunderfoot." Soolee says with a gleem in her eye and anticpation in her voice. Watching and saying alert, Soolee causally says to Tharwin, "My mother taught me to snap at quick judgment. I truly have come to understand that in my five month Walk-About Tharwin.' The Paladin also sees a Kobold sitting alone. She looks at her companion and says, "Excuse me, Gents." She picks up her mug and slowly saunters over to him. She stands in front of him and clears her throat saying, "Will you come and join us, jovial one? If not, may I join you for a bit?"</span>

[magasark]

As Soolee sits she accedently kicks me with her foot and very quickly appologizes for doing so. "It is no bother," I reply to her, seeing it was an accedent. I sip on the ale that the waitress brings to me. Narson was right, this isn't very good ale, I think to myself.

I continue to glance around the room until my attention is directed to the Kobold in the corner by Thunderfoot. I begin to focus my attention on him to see if he is doing anything out of the ordinary.

OOC: Spot (1d20+2)=17
Listen (1d20+6)=25

[CountFalchiezVander]

magasark:

You notice that the kobold is slightly rocking back and forth, his eye glued to the flames from the fireplace. You can't quite make it out, but he seems to be mumbling something.

Soolee:

You walk over to the kobold, who you can make out is rocking back and forth, mumbling. As you near him, he does not look in your direction, but continues to gaze into the flames. You can make out several words in Draconic (ooc: I checked, you know the language, well played)

"So cold, so damp, where the swords lay do not make camp..."

The kobold repeats this over and over again, and does not acknowledge anyone talking to him. He does not even turn his head.

Tharwin:

Narson stretches and raises an eyebrow when inquire about the City of Faith.

"Well, I guess an individual such as yourself, cloistered away for so long may not have heard of it. The City of Faith was the first great City built upon Althalous. It is home to The major races and their religious head quarters. Its founding was after the Symposium of races, and it is a pinnacle of architecture, religion, philosophy and artisan ship. I have yet to travel there, as it is far to the northwest of Dennish, but still, I may end up in the town centers there entertaining for a gold or two."

Narson smiles and stands up, nodding to all.

"I must be off for a good night's rest."

He walks over to the bartender, who hands him a key and nods.

[Soolee]

Soolee watches the Kolbold who seems to be in a trance. The foreboding repetitive words send a cold chill down the little Elf’s spine. She fees there was a recent battle not far from where they are and many lives were lost. The Paladin bows her head and prays for the fallen and their loved ones. She prays for the Kolbold as well. She turns around and returns to her friends with a concerned look on her face. The heart of the warrior beats with the thought of impending battle. Taking a sip of her cider while she stands she looks at her friends and her silver eyes glowing it seems she says in a commanding voice, "Gentlemen I feel in my spirit we will be running into some sort of confrontation in the morrow. We need to get as much rest as possible.” Soolee lowers her voice and in a concerned tone she says, “Either that Kolbold saw something or is having a vision because he kept saying in draconic <span style="color:#cc6600">"So cold, so damp, where the swords lay do not make camp..." The young warrior reaches in her small money pouch and gets a silver piece out and laysit on the table for the waitress. She finishes the cider and sets the cup down and then gets her backpack and gently squeezes Magasark’s shoulder. Soolee then whispers in Tharwin’s ear, “I am going to pray now Sir Tharwin and I would appreciate it if you come with me.” Soolee looks at the dwarf and says “you are welcome to join in prayer. Oh do me a favor my handsome escort and remind me to tell Narson what the Kolbold said.” Soolee heads out into the cold damp night.</span>

[magasark]

"I'm not much of the praying type," I say to Soolee, "I think that I will just head to bed."

I drop a silver piece on the table for the waitress. Pay the silver for my room and I quickly head upstairs to go to bed.

[Scorch]

Finishing my beverage and wrapping up the last of the bread in a cloth. "I need to clear my mind, and a quick spar would be a great relief". Bidding goodnight to the others I follow Soolee outside and wait for her to prepare herself...

[Soolee]

<span style="font-family:Times"> She lowers her head and looks into Tharwin’s eyes her own eyess sparkling, her body ready to dance the Warriors Dance. Uncrossing her arms she bows and tips her sword to him then straightens up and says with a reverence, “Shall we begin, Faithful One.”

[Scorch]

With a smile I nod, cracking my knuckles and moving into an open stance, legs shoulder width for a low center of gravity with my hands seemingly clasping an invisible ball. "This is the form of the wind bearer, let your movements be fluent and swift. You are a leaf on the wind, ever moving. It is when you hesitate in this form which will be when you are most vulnerable, so try to keep your movements fluid by thinking a step ahead" I say smiling.


:ooc: how do you want to do this? actual sparring battle with subd. damage or leave it to the count to describe?

[CountFalchiezVander]

ooc: this will be a non lethal duel, so Soolee, you get a -4 to hit, unless you want to go unarmed, and provoke attacks of opportunity. The other option is simply you too decide who wins and play it out as you wish, but it you go my way, I will describe the actions based on the rolls you make.

[Soolee]

<Tag DM for imitative row.></span>

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:ooc: I'll be back around noonish in the morrow. Must go watch Crimnal Minds.

[Scorch]

:ooc: ok lets do this, Move this to battle thread? or whatever il let the first punch fly when the iniatives are up. And if you describe what happens based on rolls thats cool :)

[CountFalchiezVander]

:ooc: Since this is a non XP encounter, you can do it here. Tharwin gets a 12 versus Soolee's 5, so the monk get's first move, make your rolls and damage, I will describe on the morrow.

[Scorch]

With a swift flash and a flurry of blows my palms slam into the weak spots.

Flurry of blows
Roll(1d20)+0:
2,+0
Total:2
MISS

Roll(1d20)+0:
20,+0
Total:20
Roll(1d6)+3:
5,+3 X2
Total:16 damage (sbd.)


:ooc: oops lol unconscious soolee :S

[magasark]

Hearing a scuffle from outside, I look out the window of my room to see the sparing match below.

I see Soolee get knocked unconcious, so I go downstairs to see if I can help her back to her room.

OOC: Sorry DM, I guest I posted a little out of turn with this one.

[CountFalchiezVander]

The monk's speed surprises Soolee, and as she leaned her body to the side, the first blow races past her face. Determined, Tharwins' training has taught him how to react to an opponents dodge, and his left fist swings true to the elf's solar plexus. Soolee gives a grunt, then drops to the ground, eyes shut, but breathing normally.

[Scorch]

I finish the action and bow in the direction of Soolee, before quickly rushing to her aid. maybe I hit a little too hard
"Magasark can you give me a hand? Seems she needs a little hand perfecting her technique, she'll be ok just a rest will do her good, do you reckon narson will be able to do anything?"I lift up soolee and carry her with magasark back to the inn and to my room, laying her on the bed, I quickly grab a cloth rinsed with water and place it on her forehead. "I should stay with her, to make sure she's alright..." Although surprised at my skill, I feel a wave of guilt that I have hurt soolee...

[magasark]

"I have seen this many times before. Dwarves pride ourselves on our fighting abilities so sparing matches like this are common where I am from." I say to the monk, "A good night's rest and she should be back to 100% in the morning."

I leave the two of them in the room and head back to my own room. I sleep soundly until the morning when I return to check on Soolee.

OOC: I have to go out of town on business so I will not be able to post again until Saturday morning probably. If you want to continue on for now that is fine with me...if the DM will just do any rolling for me that will be great.

[Soolee]

[color="#cc6600"]Good roleplaying Gents. See you Sat. Magasark.</span>

[CountFalchiezVander]

Narson makes a quick stop to Soolee's room and checks her over, noting that she will be perfectly fine when the morning comes, if not a little sore.

The morning breaks, and Narson can be found downstairs, eating a hearty breakfast of fruit and berries with a thin cream over them. He invites all to join him, and the serving maidens bring them each some of the same. After a cup of tree wort tea, he smiles and looks to the group.

"Well, we got two days left to travel, and I believe there is only a few rest camps along the way. We should begin now to make the most time..."

He looks to them all and wanders out to the road, whistling a tune.

The dwarven rogue follows quietly.

[Scorch]

I put my pack on the sidetable, and remove soolee's sword and place it to one side. I keep dabbing soolee's forehead late into the night sitting upon a stool with my head rested against my packed bedroll. I find myself waking up to the smell of berries & cream, I mustve fallen asleep without realising. I glance up and the bed's empty, slightly worried I rush to the top of the stairs but upon hearing Soolee's calm voice my fear subsides to a smile and I rush downstairs with a rumbling stomach.

Sitting down next to Narson, feeling a little embarrassed, "I'm really sorry I hit you too hard soolee, are you ok??"
The wort tea is refreshing and perks me up for a days walking

[Soolee]

She looks up and sees Tharwin. And immediately puts a warm friendly smile upon her lips. Soolee stands after Tharwin addresses her, “I am fine Noble Sir. My mentor always said my cocky attitude will be the best of me. He was right. I learned a thing two last night because of you. I thank you.” Soolee looks at the monk with seriousness in her eyes and says as bows, ‘It was an honor and privilege to spar with you, Thunderfoot. Would you consider being my mentor unit our journeys takes us in different directions, Milord?” Soolee stands at attention and waits for Tharwin’s reply

[Scorch]

"It would be my pleasure, plus we can work on that stance of yours" I say with a playful nudge.

"Ok I'm ready, lets move out"

I spend the next day simply following Narson quietly, listening to his stories and enjoying the nice weather.

[CountFalchiezVander]

As evening descends upon the third day, your journeys take you to a small rest stop across from a strange sight indeed. Across the road is a clearing, where there is silence. Embedded into the ground are countless swords and axes, and the smell of death hangs in the air like a mist. Narson sees this and raises an eyebrow.

"hrm, this is an odd sort of memorial. Still, I doubt there will be anything to bother us as we make camp."

Narson lays out his bedroll and gathers some small wood for a fire, then begins to boil some water in a pot.

"Tea anyone? A nice drink before bed always makes me sleep well."

[Soolee]

Soolee's eyes widen at the site and she says respectfully, "Narson did you not hear what I said about he Kobold. I don't want to sleep here but if you insist i will not sleep."

Soolee tries to feel if there is evil as she walks around the edge of the site.

[Scorch]

"Woh this is a little eery, no thanks I just fancy some water" I set up my bedroll near the campfire and quench my thirst by visiting a nearby stream, before returning having filled my waterskin. "Any idea what went down here Narson?" I say as I wander round the memorial, paying close attention to the weaponry looking for clues of the battle.

Spot
Roll(1d20)+8:
19,+8
Total:27

Search
Roll(1d20)+2:
11,+2
Total:13

[Soolee]

If so I rolled a 4 for listen and a 6 for spot.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Soolee:

You see or hear nothing except for the silence over the grave site. The chill in the air and the sense of a presence of evil is very apparent.

Tharwin:

At the same time Soolee is walking the perimeter, you examine the blades, noting that they are indeed orc double axes, and greatswords. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a movement, slow, but coming towards you. It appears to be an orc, or rather, three orcs, who say nothing and continue to walk around the weaponry, towards you.

[Soolee]

Soolee is quite shaken. She stumbles away from her friends, trembling. She sarts retching uncontrollably.

[magasark]

With the last of the creatures hitting the ground, I search through the corpses to see if they are carrying anything of interest.

OOC:
Z1:1d20+6=19 (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1430426)
Z2:1d20+6=16 (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1430427)
Z3:1d20+6=26 (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1430429)

Also, I have to go out of town again tomarrow (Monday) afternoon, so I will probably not be able to post again after that until Tuesday night or Wednesday morning.

[CountFalchiezVander]

You find nothing of value on the corpses, but notice that there are three disturbed graves not far from where they lay.

Narson wanders over to Soolee and hands her a small cup of tea.

"Here deary, this will settle your nerves. As for your injuries, let me take a look."

He examines the wounds then nods to himself. He looks over at Tharwin and notes the same type of injuries.

"Both of you come here. Straight to bed, I will tend to you and you should feel a little better in the morning. Magasark, please keep watch for the evening."

Narson tends to the wounds as best he can, patching and compresses galore.

Heal check: 16

In the morning you feel sore, but a little better.

OOC: after 8 hours rest, you gain 2 hit points back.

The rest of the morning consists of tea and rations, while Narson makes sure everyone is able to travel without difficulty. Soon you are on the road again, and the final few days travel pass without incident.

Upon the mid morning of the fourth day, you can see black smoke coming from ahead. As you crest a hill, you look down upon a valley, where you can see black stone arches reaching high into the air, the sounds of steel on stone, and steel on steel. There are thousands of tents pitched to the right of the monolithic stones being erected, and the sounds of grunts, smithy's and drills can be heard as you approach. Once down the hill you can see two sentry's at a make shift out post. Their orcish heritage is true, and they are built like stone blocks. Each wields a halberd and has a great axe strapped to their back, while wearing chain shirts that have seen better days. The one of the left looks to you all.

"Halt, what is your business in the citadel of Grunsk?" He glares, his eyes red with anticipation o fthe wrong answer.

[Scorch]

As the battle ends I splutter a little from the stench and move over to where the air is fresh.God damn those things can hit hard I think as I clench my aching stomach, still a little winded from the blow. I center myself as Narson comes over to check my wounds, and I fall asleep uncomfortably trying to reccupperate.

The next day I ride silently, trying to keep a still mind to null out the wound.

We near the gate and as the guard shouts out, worthy looking opponent I think
I pull my hood down over my eyes and move to the back of the group.


<Tag whoever has highest charisma is the voice of the party, which of course is soolee>

[Soolee]

Skill: Diplomacy +4.

[CountFalchiezVander]

The orc warrior looks to the elf, furrowed eyebrows, but shes that she is sincere. He shifts his halberd to a relaxed position.

"You wish to see chief Grommel? Grommel not like this. Still, you give respect, I give respect. You may enter. Chief in the stone hut with smoke out of roof.."

The orcs give you all wide birth. Narson nods and winks to the orcs, who grumble and glare.

"Such a friendly welcome, and here I thought we would be greeted with axes, swords and a howl of rage. Ah well, let us find out what strange properties this monument has..."


As you walk along the central road, you can take in the sights and smells of orcish culture. There are several smithy's building large amounts of spears and armor, a few fletcher's crafting arrows and bows. There are several smoke houses curing meat, and a tannery working on leather outfits. But what you see most is the amount of orc wearing only loin clothes, moving heavy boulders around the encampment, creating the outer walls of what will look like a completely enclosed fortress city. You notice several dwarves in one location in the bustling citadel, and they are conversing with two orcs while looking at large pieces of paper.
The hut that the guard referred to is down past most of the shops and off to the side, and from the design, the walls that are being built will convene here as the focal point, strengthening the defensive power should an attack come from behind. There is the smell of hickory coming from the chimney, and there are two rather large guards holding orc double axes on each side of the door. Both seem to be missing their right eye. As you move towards them their blades flash from the sunlight and come together with lightning speed, forming a barrier to the door.

"You're business here, quickly and clearly."

[Scorch]

:ooc: ooo eye's of Guurmsh, dont mess with them!

I throw off my hood as I walk through the encampment, taking in the sights and paying particular attention to the dwarves & their plans.
Spot check
Roll(1d20)+8:
11,+8
Total:19

As we near the smokey hut I nudge Soolee forward knowing she will use her kind words to get us to the source of the problem faster...

<tag soolee work your magic ;) >

[Soolee]

:ooc: Sorry for confusion. I reread and redid post

[CountFalchiezVander]

DM Note: you guy's haven't entered the hut yet, the guards are barring your way, now if you want to barge in, that's fine with me, but I am assuming you would rather have Soolee talk to the guards first. Please remember to read my posts carefully, else you may find yourselves dead.... or worse...

[Scorch]

:ooc: If someone tries to barge past the guards, im going to use my lightning fast speed to ruuun away!

[Soolee]

Soolee bristles a little when she hears Narson mention the monument. She stops to adjust her gear and says to her companions in a calm soft but commanding voice, “I take it Narson, you have never done recon. Gentlemen do not mention the monument in front of the Chief to anyone else until we get a feel of this place. Understand?”



They continue through the streets and Soolee casually observes her surrounding, or at least it is appears that way. The young warrior is on high alert, actually, getting with her new environment.



Once her little group arrives at the hut of the Chief, Soolee moves forward as it she were in commad and standing regal and tall she speaks with a voice of authority to the orc gaurds, " Could one of you mighty warriors Tell your honorable leader that the Lady Sooleawa Catori is out side his home and needs to speak with him now."

[CountFalchiezVander]

Soolee:

The orc snarls at you, but does not move.

"You have no right to ask for council with our glorious chieftain. Begone else we will rid the world of one more elf...."

Narson moves quickly in front of Soolee, to ensure her sword is not drawn.

"Now we have traveled from afar to investigate some serious allegations of the orcish empire trying to start war here on Raythene. Now my associates and I are here on official business from the City of Faith, and as you can tell from our backgrounds, more than one lord is concerned."

Narson opens his vest and shows something to the orc, and the orc's eye widens.

"You know what this is don't you, and you know what I have authority to do here...."

Narson raises an eyebrow and folds his arms across his chest. The orc nods silently and looks to the other orc.
The two bow to the gnome and stand aside, shouting something in orc into the hut.

Narson looks to the group, then to Soolee and winks.

"After you my Lady...."

[Soolee]

Soolee nods to Narson smiling with gratitude but her eyes full of questions. Disregarding the comment made about her heritage Soolee looks at the Orc guardsmen and says in a sincere voice,” Your leader has chosen wisely, mighty Warriors. I would be proud to have men like the two of you among my ranks.” With that said Soolee stands tall and proud. The young woman on her first mission marches through the doors of the hut, every step met with purpose.

[magasark]

Nodding to the orcs as we walk into the house, I look all around the shack.

'Stupid stinking orcs' I think to my self.

[Scorch]

Paying no attention to the guards as they stand aside, I move with a swift pace behind soolee. Narson seems to have more up his sleeve than first appears I think with a smile.

[CountFalchiezVander]

As you all enter the room, you immediately notice that this room is adorned with the vestiges of an individual of significant power and influence. There are weapons and armors of various sizes, shapes and designs along one wall, along another skulls of various creatures and humanoids. There is artwork lining another wall, the one behind the throne made from animal bones and humanoid skulls. On it sits a rather large orc, cloaked in animal skins, his thick neck covered with a chain holding a blue gemstone. He has a great sword across his lap, and his left hand is tracing lines along the handle.There is another orc beside him, holding some papers, and looking like a seasoned warrior in his armor. A falchion is strapped to his side.
The orc sitting looks to you all and takes a deep breath.

"You are either very strong or very clever to get in here without a scratch. Why have you come to the citadel of Grunsk? Do you seek fame by besting our warriors? Or have you come to learn the true warrior's path?"

The chieftain leans back and awaits a response, his fingers now lightly gripping the handle of the great blade.

[Scorch]

To seek fame is wrong and you will not find fulfillment, but to follow ones path is the way to true enlightment. It seems my path has been laid before me...

Stepping forward and throwing my hood off, "My path has been presented to me, I take the path of the warrior, I am swifter than lightning and as sturdy as any rock. But continue this path I believe you hold the answers to my friend's questions regarding your presence here." With a swift bow I motion for soolee to move forward as I take a step back, watching the orcs with a calm gaze.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Tharwin:

The orc chief looks at you for a moment, then nods his head, and the other orc leaning in to whisper something into his hear. A murmur of agreement escapes the chiefs maw and he looks towards the elven paladin, awaiting her response. His hand has nit tightened its grip on the sword, but you can notice that it has not laxed either...

[Soolee]

Diplomacy: +4</span>

[size="3"]<Tag DM wanting see the chiefs reaction to news>

[Scorch]

but we found no bodies, weapons or anything else. [/b]

:ooc: there were orc weapons, mainly greataxes & double axes.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Soolee:

The chief breathes heavily, then sets his sword down. With a wave of his large hand he dismisses the other orc. He stands and begins to pace, muttering to himself in orc for a moment, then he turns to the group.

"Lady... Soolee... is it? I must profess my admiration of your honesty, and your prowess in battle against the Prideless, the unmarked graves of those warriors who have shamed the glory that is combat. I fear that they too now have returned to get revenge on my people..."

The chief slowly seats himself again, picking up a silver chalice and drinking, rather noisily, from it.

[Scorch]

"Why would these Prideless want revenge on you & your people?"

I quickly reply.

[Soolee]

but we found no bodies, weapons or anything else. [/b]

:ooc: there were orc weapons, mainly greataxes & double axes. [/b]

Thanks for watching over me again, mt friend. The pea brained burped again.

[Soolee]

OOC: Won’t be online Sunday

[Scorch]

:ooc: sorry if im being pendantic soolee, damn my attention to detail.
:)

[CountFalchiezVander]

The chief looks gravely at the group, then stands once more, handing the chalice to Soolee.

"Warriors we are lady Soolee. Drink from my cup, and mayhaps some of my experience will give you some strength when needed. As for the Prideless, when we uncovered the monument a mile from here, they began to rise from the grave not a fortnight later, killing all on the roads. we thought the monument nothing more than the remnants of a former race's devotion to a pagan god. But we could not interpret the symbols. It is indeed magical, but nothing else can be divined from it. And I believe that whatever it stands for is what has given the Prideless their undeath. Mayhaps after a restful night you will all investigate the monument, and can garner more from it's ancient scribings than I can..."

[Soolee]

OOC: Reminder to DM Soolee is not a drinker.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Soolee:

You note that the drink is nothing more than honey sweetened water, and when you look to the chief, he winks at you.

The chief looks to the group and takes in a deep breath.

"Then I shall have an escort take you to this monument, and from there perhaps you can learn the secret of the evil plaguing our citadel. I shall reward each of you greatly should you return with not only an answer, but a solution. When can you leave?"

[Scorch]

"We leave as soon as you can find us an escort sir, I need some more rations as im sure my friends do also. I am in your service Chief Grommel"
I say with most sincerity and with a nod of the head I turn to leave but I quickly hesitate before plucking up the courage to ask

"Oh is there anywhere I can go for a swim?"

[CountFalchiezVander]

Tharwin:

The chief nods to you.

"There is indeed a lake just a few minutes walk away that you may refresh yourself in, though I would caution you to be..discreet, if there should be any orcs wandering about there training..."

[Soolee]

Soolee savors the sweet nectar and then smiling sweetly she hands the chalice back to her host saying softly, “Thank you, Sir. You are a kind man Chief. I would like to freshen up too. I sure I smell like the Undead we fought a few days ago. I think you would agree. We will go as soon as we are more presentable now that we are in your service Chief. You will be coming with us Chief?” Not waiting for a response Soolee speaks up and says, “Oh, Tharwin, Wait, I’ll join you. It is best we all stay together. Magasark, care to join us?”

[Scorch]

"thankyou for your consul chief. Tell your escort to meet us outside your hut in one hour" I say thankfully and turn to the rest of the party.

"ok I'm off for a swim, if everyone gets their kit together and meets back here in one hour, we'll head off to the monument. oh if any of you fancy a dip I wouldnt mind some company" Smiling I walk out of the hut, nodding to the guards. I begin to make my way towards the lake the chief specified.

I glance back and smile as I see the lovely Soolee hurrying after me...

[Soolee]

Soolee tenderly pats the Chief on the shoulder, "Well I guess I better hurry. I"ll be back as quick as I can smelling like a fresh spring morning instead of decay. Excuse me Noble Leader." Soolee bow's slightly then scurries off to try and catch up to her new mentor.

[magasark]

"Sure I will join you," I say to the others,"anything to get away from these stinking orcs" I mutter under my breath. "But, I don't swim."

[Soolee]

Soolee smiles at the Dwarf saying, "I'm sure it will be shallow at the waters edge. If not you can hang onto me." Soolee look for Narson and if he is still around she asks sweetly, "Narson will you be joining us? We all need to get this stench of death off of us."

[CountFalchiezVander]

Narson looks to Soolee and smiles.

"I would, but I believe I have an errand to run at the tavern that must simply get done. Still, I will meet you at the gates with the escort in 3 hours. That should give you some time to cleanse your skin and soul."

He waves and bounces out of the hut.

As you all head towards the lake, you see at its edge several orcs practicing with double axes. There is a single large orc, an eye patch over his right eye, barking instructions to them in orc. He sees the small group and glares silently, then turns and shouts something in orcish to the students, who begin to laugh.

If you want to listen, and know orc, a listen check is required.

[Scorch]

It sounds like the orcs are making fun of us, so with a wink at magasark, dropping pack & cloak I run and take a huge dive into the lake, swimming deep. With playful trickery in mind I speed to the surface, flying into the air for a brief moment before crashing down on the water, sending a large splash towards the group of orcs. All the while laughing with a huge smile on my face, I zip down underwater across the lake and hop onto shore beside my friends, still giggling and beaming.

:ooc: Swim 40ft
Jump +6 if you need it.

"Some people just don't know when to cool off" ^_^ I say with an innocent wave towards the orcs.

Flicking my wet hair back I sit down and grab a bread roll, heartily munching into the crust.

"That armor must take so long to put on and take off Soolee, isn't that annoying?! Why don't you get a cloak like mine?"

[magasark]

"A dwarf does not 'hang onto anyone,'" I say matter-of-factly to the paladin.

Watching the monks display, I shake my head and think to myself, 'what a show off.'

Ignoreing the ramblings of the orcs near the water, I go to the water's edge, undo the braids of my beard and clean it, as well as my face and hands, before retreating to the shade of a tree to rebraid my long brown beard.

After finishing with my beard, I pull out my sword and sharpen it on a rock prepareing for the trip ahead.

[Soolee]

Soolee takes off her backpack and armor setting next to Tharwin. She reaches in her pack for scented soap and a big piece of cloth and hands it to Tharwin saying in a nonchalant voice,” Hold this please, Tharwin.” She takes off her belt holding her sheathed sword and then unbraids long hair. Next she gets some clean cloth out and her brush and comb setting them on her pack. As she starts to undress she looks at her mentor and says, “Please watch my meager belongings?” Soolee undresses completely and slowly walks into the lake.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Soolee:

The orcs stop a moment at stare at you as you enter the cool water. Then the teacher barks an order and the group turns their back to you, as if in respect. They continue to train quietly.

Once Soolee finishes up in the and dresses, a small orc child tumbles towards the group. He speaks in very broken common.

"It is time to go, the little smiley one is at the gates. He says he pick up.... stuff all needed... Follow me."

He spins on his heels and bolts up the hill towards the gates.

[Scorch]

"of course" I reply to Soolee, kindly holding her soap. I almost choke on the bread as she suddenly disrobes right in front of me, I turn my back and hold the soap out in my hand, feeling slightly embarrassed. While soolee is washing at the edge of the lake, I skim through the clear waters and the stench of the dead is washed far away. A morning swim cheers me up ever so much

After everyone is finished and ready, I suggest we all head back to the citadel with this little orc and check in with Narson. I follow at the back of the group.

[Soolee]

Soolee looks into the young child’s windows to the soul and reaches gently stroking the young Orcs cheek saying softly, “Thank you for delivering the message Brave One. May your Creator always shine upon you.” Soolee braids her wet hair quickly and packs dirty clothes and other belongings then quickly puts her padded armor on and puts her sheathed sword on her belt. She turns to the Orc warriors and nods in acknowledgement of their skills. She puts on her back pack and heads toward the gate feeling cleansed in body mind and spirit.

[CountFalchiezVander]

You all arrive at the gates, Narson is there smiling, though he seems to have a black eye and a swollen lip.

"Well, we are all ready. It is about an hour's walk from here, and so I figure we might as well get going."

The group embarks, and while the sun is shining, the air is cold. As you walk along a very treaded path, the beginnings of the monument come into view. It is very simplistic, a four foot wide block of a dark material, engraved with many sigils and symbols. It is flat at the top, and the ground around it looks as if it had at one time been a road.

The orc leading you sniffs once then turns to the group.

" This be place where strange things start. Our shamans know nothing, only that evil spirits are here, trapped somewhere..."

The orcs begin to break camp while Narson smiles and wanders around the thing.

"Well, it is only 4 feet by 6 feet by about....15 feet I figure."

[magasark]

As we walk down the path, I inquire with narson about the damage done to his face.

When we approach the monument, I ask "What do you make of this narson?"

As the words come out of my mouth, I begin to inspect the monument myself.

OOC:
search: 1d20+6=24 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1448306/) + an extra 2 if it is made of stone

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark:

You just finish getting the words out of your mouth when you notice that there is a door concealed very exceptionally well amongst the symbols involving what appears to be crossroads. Do you wish to attempt to open it?

[magasark]

"Everyone!" I yell to the others.

"Look at what I have found here," I say as I point out the outline of the door on the side of the monument.

"I think we should check this door for traps before we attempt to it."

OOC: search the door: 1d20+6=23 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1448480/) +2 again if it is a stone door

[Scorch]

I move over beside magasark, watching as he works his way intently across the doorway.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark:

You find no traps of any type, but there is a strange locking mechanism, something you have not encountered before in your travels.

[magasark]

"This lock looks different from ones that I have seen in the past, but I am going to try to get it open," I say to the group as I begin to pick the lock.

OOC:
open lock: 1d20+7=27 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1448601/)

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark:

You figit around with the lock for a few moments, then you hear a rumbling, deep within the monument. The entire structure begins to shake. The orcs draw their weapons and assume a readied position. As you all back away from it, the outline of the door begins to glow, then it slides into the ground, dust and the dry wind pouring out from inside. A look inside shows a staircase going downwards, with torches already lit, giving very little light, but enough to keep you from tripping over your own feet. Narson walks around the from the other side.

"So that is what those runes were blinking for.... how fascinating."

The orcs look to the party.

"We go get Chief, let him know of this magic. You are to investigate the insides. Take care of selves, come back with news and stories, especially you little one.."

The orc clasps Narson's arm and talks to the other orcs, and one stands nods and begins to run full tilt towards the citadel.

[Soolee]

Search [D20] 10+4=14

[magasark]

When the door opens, I put away my tools and put my pack back on my back.

'I'm not such a bad rogue if I do say so myself' I think to myself.

I draw my sword in my right hand and gaze down into the stairwell that has opened in front of us.

OOC:
spot: 1d20+2=18 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1448714/)

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark:

You see a spiraling stairwell, the dust on the steps give you the sense it hasn't been in use for over a millennia. it goes down about 35 feet then opens up into what appears to be a room you figure.

Narson looks down, whistles, then looks to the group.

"Well, we will need a marching order. From the looks of it, we can only travel single file. Who wants point?"

[magasark]

"I could sneak in and see what is going on down there." I say to the group.

[Scorch]

Moving to the front of the group.
"I suggest I scout with Soolee close behind, my eyesight and hearing will help to uncover any hidden foes, while magasark and Narson cover the rear. We also need soolee's sword arm if any of those death walkers attack like before. Are we set on this marching order?"

I crack my knuckles and fasten my pack, waiting for the reply.

[Soolee]

[color="#cc6600"]OOC; Happy New Year to all of you. May it be a good for you and yours. Luv ya guys.</span>[/b]

[magasark]

"That sounds good to me," I say to the group as I take the end of the rope. "Please stay back a little so that you are not seen."

With my sword drawn and my eyes searching the stairs in front of me, I begin down the stairs.

OOC:
Move Silently: 1d20+7=24, Spot: 1d20+2=17 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1449242/)

[Scorch]

"A much more feasable idea m'lady, lets see what the darkness holds"

I follow magasark staying about 15ft behind, gripping the rope tightly.

As we reach the bottom of the staircase I try to attune my senses to seek out any dangers that lay in the dark.

Spot & Listen : +8

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark:

The stairwell leads to a very simple room, fifteen feet wide and about fifteen feet across. The ceiling ends about twenty five feet above you. It is well worked stone, and the dust you kick up has you guessing that this place has not been visited for well over a millienia. There seems nothing fancy about the room, small table in the southeast corner. There is a tarnished tray and a rotting hourglass. along the floor are small piles of bones, and a mottled nest. You do not see a door.

As you all descend, there is a smell of ancient. The smell of thousands of years of still and quiet. You all feel something is off with this place, and whatever it was, it was built for a purpose of more than standing tall.

[magasark]

Seeing nothing in the room, I move towards the southeast corner to see if the table has anything of interest.

Something feels strange about this room so I continue to keep my guard up.

OOC:
Move Silently: 1d20+7=21 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1449682/)
Spot: 1d20+2=9 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1449683/)
Search check on the table (if I get that far): 1d20+6=20 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1449686/)

Question: is the hourglass on the table or somewhere else?

[CountFalchiezVander]

The hourglass is on the table, and as you walk around the table, you get a strange feeling coming from the southwest wall. Soolee also gets the same feeling.

[Soolee]

Soolee says in a concerned soft voice, “Something is not right. I cannot discern if this feeling is evil or not but it is coming from over there.” Soolee motions toward the southwest corner. Having her sword out already she moves cautiously to the southwest wall to see if the feeling gets stronger.

[magasark]

"I agree Soolee, I am getting a strange feeling that is coming from over there," I say in a soft voice as I motion to the southwest.

I cautiously move to investigate the southwest wall with all my senses finely tuned to that corner of the room.

OOC:
Move Silently: 1d20+7=27 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1449786/)
Spot: 1d20+2=9 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1449787/)
Search: 1d20+8=10 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1449788/) the extra +2 since it is made of stone
Listen: 1d20+6=10 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1449789/)

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark and Soolee:

you investigate further by the southwest wall and realize that it is a concealed door. It appears to push out from the room.

[magasark]

"Looks like there is a door here in the corner," I say to the group. "What do you guys think we should do?"

While the group decides what they want to do, I begin to look around the room through the piles of bones and around the table to see if I can find anyting else of interest.


OOC:
search: 1d20+6=19 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1449912/)

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark:

You find nothing else of interest.

Narson looks over to the concealed door.

"Well, perhaps we should prepare for whatever is on the other side of that door thingy." He moves to the rear and loads his light crossbow.

[Scorch]

"Narson has the right idea guys, I'll open the door and the rest of you cover me."

I stand ready at the secret doorway until everyone is in position then

"3, 2, 1"

I pull/push the door open and step back ready to act.

[magasark]

As the mnk counts down, I replace my sword in it's holster pull out my cross-bow and load it preparing for what may come.

[CountFalchiezVander]

As the monk opens the door, a gust of dry, cold dungeon air greets you all. When the dust settles, and you look out, you see corridor, about five feet wide, and about 10 feet tall. You notice the corridors are all made of fine stonework, and you can travel either straight ahead, or to the left. There are no lit torches so the hallways are in darkness.

[Scorch]

"Ok light up them torches people, same marching order as before?"

I grab flint & steel, quickly igniting my torch.

"I suggest we head down the left before heading down the straight and narrow, but of course thats nothing more than an instinctive choice. Any ideas guys?"

[magasark]

"To the left sounds find with me," I say to the monk as I prepare the rope to move out. "Again, stay back with the light, I can see just fine in the dark."

I slowly make my way down the hallway to the left checking for traps as I move along.

OOC:
move silently: 1d20+7=11 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1450452/)
Spot: 1d20+2=13 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1450454/)
Search: 1d20+8=14 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1450453/)

[Soolee]

Listen: [1D20] 9+4=13

[Scorch]

Hanging back a short distance with the rest of the party, I keep my senses keen on my surroundings, listening intently and adjusting my eyes to the dark.


Listen
Roll(1d20)+8:
8,+8
Total:16

Spot
Roll(1d20)+8:
18,+8
Total:26


I still keep a firm grip on the rope tied to magasark, though I give him enough slack to move freely.

[Soolee]

:ooc: Pardon me, Gents. I'm a tad confused. Does anyone have the other end of rope assuming it is still tied around the brave dwarf? I'll post after question is answered.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark:

You start down the corridor, and find no traps to speak of. Just the same runes along side several of the walls. An occasional tapestry rotted beyond repair clings lifelessly to the wall every so often. You travel about 15 feet, noting there is a slight descent to the hallway, when you reach a turn to the right. Continuing down there for another 25 feet, you again turn to the left, and see before you a large corridor, with little alcoves every 9 feet. With your darkvision, you can't make out the end of the corridor. When you reach the end of the corridor, you can travel left or right. Right you can see a door 10 feet ahead of you, then more hallway. Left, you can see the corridor veers right after ten feet.

[magasark]

"Well everyone, it appears we can left or right, we have had luck heading to the left so far." I say.

[Scorch]

"I agree but lets check out what this door is hiding from us first. Would you do the honor magasark?"

I say motioning at the door with a bow and a big grin.

"oh lets take the rope off now, we don't want any of those deathwalkers pulling you away..."

[Soolee]

Soolee steps in behind the Dwarf, sword ready and says, “Lead the way sir. Might I suggest that Narson follows 20 ft behind me and Master Tharwin 20 feet behind Narson. I’ll hold the rope and stay 10 feet behind our guide.”

[Scorch]

"aww you want to keep me out the action?" feeling a little disgruntled.

"just leave Narson to cover the rear and come up front with us."

[magasark]

OOC: The door is to the right but that is fine with me.

I approach the door and check it over to make sure that is not trapped and then I check to make sure that it is not locked before I try to pick it.

OOC:
Search: 1d20+6=17 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1451519/) +2 more if it is a stone door

[Soolee]

Skill: Listen [1D20] 4+4=8

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark:

The wooden door seems perfectly fine to you, and is also unlocked. IT do note that it is a little stuck, but nothing a great shove can't fix.

Soolee:

You hear nothing except the work of your dwarven companion at the door. There is a cold chill of damp air hanging about the corridor.

[Scorch]

"Here let me give it a good shove"
I move up next to magasark and attempt to push open the door.

Strength Check +2

[magasark]

As the monk shoves on the door, I draw my sword in case anything comes at us from behind the door.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Tharwin:

You watch as the dwarf moves out of your way, and you heave against the door. You hear a small grating of rusted hinges, and the door opens. A gust of dust welcomes you.

[Scorch]

Picking up my torch I stand in the doorway trying to get a look of the room.

Spot +8

"alright guys lets check it out"

[magasark]

"With the creaking of those hinges, anyone in there would know we are here now," I say to the group as I move past the door with my sword drawn.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Tharwin:

You notice there is little in the room, save for an iron chest with engraving upon it, and four skeletal creatures which have already begun to advance towards you. They stand on two feet and have thick bones.


To the Battle Thread...

[CountFalchiezVander]

The dust settles, and silence again takes over after the echoes of swords and bones finish resounding. The iron chest remains undisturbed.

[magasark]

Breathing heavily from the battle, I try to compose myself after taking several hits from the skeletons.

"Let's see what is in that chest they were guarding," I say to the group.

I move towards the chest and begin to check it for traps.

OOC:
search: 1d20 6=26 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1461269/)

[Soolee]

Soolee quickly gathers her wits and calms her fast heart beat. She says in a winded voice, “I’ll stand out in the corridor just incase something comes looming this way while you gents check out the chest.” Sword in hand the little Elf walks out into the corridor just out side the room staying alert and on the ready.

[Scorch]

"Woh that was fun! Those slow pokes were no match for us hey dwarf" I say winking. I give the place the once over and try to open the big iron chest.

:ooc: Que Zelda chest opening music...


Search +2

[Scorch]

:ooc: Are we continuing or what...?

[CountFalchiezVander]

:ooc: Are we continuing or what...?
[/b]


:ooc: we are, my post never got posted apparently.

Magasark and Tharwin:

You notice the iron chest is neither locked or trapped, and when you open it, you behold what appears to be thousands of copper pieces, with 10 gold pieces forming a circle on the top. There is nothing else in the room.

[magasark]

"What do you make of this circle of gold coins on the top Soolee?" I say, "If you don't feel anything strange coming from this pile of money, I say lets take it."

"Also, do you mind if we rest here for a bit...in case we run into anymore of those things, we can be rested."

OOC: were there any other doors to this room other than the one we came in?

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark:

You see no other doors in the room.

[Scorch]

"Cmon I'm raring to go, but I'll rest if we have to. I don't have much need for all this wealth, but lets take it all nevertheless, It could come in handy"

Waiting for soolee's reaction, If all is well we collect the coins.

[Soolee]

Skill Knowledge Religion [1D20] 12+3=15

[CountFalchiezVander]

Soolee:

You think a moment, back to some of the more ancient histories of religion you were taught, and remember something about an sacred ritual, where the priests would lay the gold coins on things of lesser value, so that they would be remembered to be given to the poor and needy. This kind of ritual has not been used in over a thousand years, and it was only known to a very few select religions and a couple of sects/cults as well. You realize this chest was intended for some good purpose, that was never fulfilled.

[CountFalchiezVander]

You all note that magasark is a little bloody from the confrontation, yet the blood that was spilled is nowhere to be found on the cold stone floor.

[Scorch]

Standing next to magasark by the chest, my eyes are drawn to his wounds, then back & forth from him to the battleground. Noticing that no blood seems to have fallen, without a word I move away from the chest and start running my hands along the ridges in the floor where we fought. Possibly some sort of hollow floor or hidden drain.


Search
Roll(1d20)+2:
10,+2
Total:12

[Soolee]

<span style="color:#cc6600">Soolee says in a soft respectful tone to her companions, “Gentlemen if memory serves me right this pattern of coins is something priest use to do to mark funds that have been set aside for the poor and needy. I suggest we leave this chest alone for now. Hum I wonder if those skeletons were the bones of the priest that put the coins here and they were protecting the funds so someone with a hunger for wealth wouldn’t take it to feed their own hunger.” Soolee looks at her friends to see they are hungry and notices the blood. She shouts in concern, "Magasark you’re bleeding! Wait maybe not. Where did the blood come from?”</span>

[CountFalchiezVander]

:ooc: the blood on magasark is his own, since the skeleton did stab him.

Tharwin:

You take a moment to check the floor, and while you can see no large cracks, or anything that could serve as a runoff, you can feel a very faint, very chilling air coming up from the floor, no stronger than a newborns sleeping breath.

[Scorch]

"In the floor, theres air from beneath the stone." I say growing excited at my discovery. "Dwarf! over here, soolee come, check the floor. In the stonework...."

Running my hands where the air is, I breathe out calmly and center myself. May my hand strike true to reveal what may be hidden to sight

I slam my palm directly downwards onto the stone with an eager mind to find what lies beneath...

Unarmed
Roll(1d6)+2:
6,+2
Total:8

[magasark]

Hearing the monk call to us to check out the floor, "Don't worry about me for the moment," I say to Soolee, "Let us see what is so unusual about the floor."

I search the floor as well to see what is so unusual about it.

OOC:
Search: 1d20+8=18 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1464633/)

[Soolee]

Soolee slowly moves toward Tharwin with sword still ready. She stands beside her mentor and closes her eyes trying to feel anything that might mean evil is near.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Tharwin:

You manage to place a crack in the floor, and a little debris seems to fall down. You realize that there is a level beneath this one.

Magasark:

You determine that no dwarf constructed such a flimsy floor, and that it is as old as the monument, if not older...

Soolee:

You sense no evil.

[magasark]

"This floor seems rather flimsy...but I say lets just leave it for now and see if we can find a way down to the next level in a bit...we should rest here and continue on in a few hours." Magasark says to the others.


OOC:I only have 2hp left at the moment.

[Scorch]

"oh dwarf im sorry, we must rest to mend your wounds. Soolee can you heal him?"

I move back, close the chest and sit down at the near wall.

[Soolee]

[magasark]

"Thanks for the help but I have had worse...I will be fine after a little rest," I say to soolee and the others.

[CountFalchiezVander]

DM Note: If you rest 8 hours, magasark will gain back 2 Hp, for a full day then he gets back 4. Or you may backtrack to the orc encampment at the opening of the monument to see if they have healing.

[Scorch]

"I don't feel like going aaall the way back to heal up, so I suggest we rest for a while till the dwarf gets his strength back. But you better stay out of trouble for a while and let soolee handle some of the close combat..."

[Soolee]

"Yes I agree with my Mentor. Rest my friend while we watch over you." Soolee says as she touches the pummel of her now sheathed longsword itching to smite the evil that lurks in this place that was meant for good she thinks..

[magasark]

"This seems like a good place to rest for a little while, I can even now feel my strength returning to me." I say.

[Scorch]

:ooc: slow fade to black, "8 hours later..." says the ominous narrator voice :ooc:

[CountFalchiezVander]

DM Note: I do not have an ominous voice, merely deep and cold, like the inside of a stone coffin


You all rest eight hours, nothing seems to interfere with the resting and healing. What next?

[magasark]

"I think I will be ok for the time being, I just need to stay at the back of the next battle or two..." I say with a chuckle as my voice trails off.

"Let's leave the treasure here for now and head the other way down the hall and see what is there."

I begin easing my way down the hall in order not to notify anyone of my presesnce with my crossbow drawn and an arrow loaded, ready to retreat to the back of group at the first sign of trouble.

OOC:
move silently:1d20+7=22 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1467869/)
listen:1d20+6=15 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1467870/)
search:1d20+6=23 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1467874/)

[Scorch]

Staying about 15 to 20ft behind magasark, I stay close to soolee. Ready to dash past the dwarf and give any threat a taste of my fists. "I think you're right about the money, we could always give it to the orc settlement to help the build. Still lets continue on..."


:ooc: Whats the lighting like? And I believe we are just continuing down the corridor?

[magasark]

OOC:
The hall ended in a "T" we went right into the room which was a dead end...now we are heading the other way down the hallway.

[CountFalchiezVander]

DM Note: Actually from the door you are at, you can either go back the way you came to explore that hallway, or you can turn left at this door and go up fifteen feet, then make another left. Refer to post 119 in this thread for description. So you may go left or to the other end of the T hallway.

[magasark]

OOC:
I guess I missed the hall to the left...lets go down to the other end of the T hallway for now.

[Scorch]

:ooc: lets continue but I suggest you sit further back in the marching order, just until you regain health, Do you mind me and soolee staying up front?

[Soolee]

With her long sword ready to slice at any threat Soolee falls in behind her mentor staying 110 ft back so there is room to swing their weapons. She is alert and ready as she tries ti feel any evil presence.

[CountFalchiezVander]

The party travels down past the T intersection, making a right turn after ten feet. The hallway extends another twenty five feet farther before turning to the left. Adorning the walls here are rotting tapestries depicting what appears to be travelers on a road, and some alms giving. There is a large one near the end of the hallway on the right, but it is so wracked with age that it is no longer viewable. at the turn you can spot a door fifteen feet ahead of you on the right. You also perceive that the hallway turns to the left at the door. When you arrive at the door, it is rusted, but still seems strong, indicating it was once an ornate iron door.

[magasark]

Magasark cautiously approaches the door and begins to pour over its surface for traps and checks to see if the door is locked.

OOC:
Search:1d20+6=16 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1468427/)

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark:

You find nothing dangerous about the door, but you can tell it is firmly locked.

[magasark]

See no traps on the door, I begin to pick the lock but do not open the door... when it is picked, I move to the rear of the formation and allow one of the others to enter first.

OOC:
Open Lock:1d20+7=25 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1468885/)

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark:

As you hear the lock cleanly "click" open, the door moves open of its own accord. When it comes to a rusted halt, you can see into the room. It seems to be fifteen by twenty foot room, with a single pillar in the center, surround by a chasm. To the right of the door is a hole, which appears to have been blasted into the wall centuries ago. There is also a small pen in the farthest left corner.

[Scorch]

Moving past magasark, my eyes catch glimpse of the pen and I move over to pick it up, to see if it can tell us more about the room. On my way to the pen I glimpse over the edge of the chasm and drops a pebble down to hear how deep it is.

Spot
1d20+8=15 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1469327/)

Listen
1d20+8=25 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1469329/)

Search
1d20+2=16 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1469331/)

[CountFalchiezVander]

DM Note: The pen is like that of a pig pen not a writing utensil, my bad.

Tharwin:

You hear a small crack as the pebble hits the bottom, about 15 feet below you. In the pen itself, you find the remains of some small animals, most likely rats, and the bones a a small sized humanoid, from the structure of them it seems most likely a halfling.

[Scorch]

:ooc: oh haha my misunderstanding :) :ooc:

I give the pillar a quick look over for any sign of writing, or clues about the nature of this place. Before going over and checking out the big hole beside the door, running his calloused fingers around the blast mark...


Spot
1d20+8=25 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1469556/)

Search
1d20+2=20 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1469831/)

[Soolee]

“Why don’t you stay here in the doorway my friend and keep an eye out in the hallway, my noble friend.” Soolee says to Magasark in a concerned voice. She then says in a curious tone almost to herself, “T'is odd that a pillar is in the middle of a room this size. I’m going to take a closer look. Will you be alright Magasark?’ Soolee moves into the room before he answers. She walks around the pillar looking up and down slowly as she runs her hands up and down it as well. She is looking for writing indentation things sticking out or anything odd.



Skill: Search: Unknown Momument Searching pillar (1d20+4=13) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1469654/)

[CountFalchiezVander]

Soolee:

As you move closer to the pillar, you can make out faded writings, worn from time past. You can make out only three words in the common tongue:

Traveler,
Roadside
Sanctuary

[magasark]

"This seemed to be a good place at one time," I say, "But it all seems so weird. I wonder what is going on here? Do you have any thoughts on this issue my good bard and leader?"

[CountFalchiezVander]

Narson raises an eyebrow, forgetting a moment where he was.

"Ah well, let me see here...."

He hums himself a little tune as he looks over the words and the style of writing, rubbing his stubbly chin.

"Well, there isn't much to go on, but in my travels have heard tales of ancient places where travelers could rest safely. But those were centuries ago, and no one really knows what happened to them. This could be one, but I doubt it, there is too much, uncleaness, for lack of a better word, about this place."

[Scorch]

"We could always check out the chasm" I say with a little hesitation. "I don't mind climbing down there, who knows there could be some more writing or clues..."

[Soolee]

Soolee addresses Tharwin in a nonchalant tone,"Here's my two copper pieces worth of advice, Gentlemen. I suggest we finish searching this floor before we shimmy down into that hole."

[Scorch]

"Thats a very sensible idea, Soolee I follow your lead." I say moving back from the edge, Awaiting soolee to lead us on.

[CountFalchiezVander]

From the door, you can either go either go fifteen feet straight, then turn right, or go back to the other hallway by the battleground you fought at.

[Scorch]

Beckoning Soolee and the others to follow, I head forwards continuing the exploration...

[CountFalchiezVander]

Narson takes the rear, softly humming a tune of Garl in a comforting manner, but does not hinder any stealth the others may use.

[Scorch]

Too eager to wait for Soolee to finish looking over the pillar I set off with Narson down the corridor and taking the turn to the right.

[Soolee]

Seeing her mentor leave Soolee waits to see where Magasark wants to be. She suggest he go infront of Narson and she will fall in behind Tharwin hoping that Magasark will be safe if anything should happen.

[magasark]

"That sounds good to me, lets go down this hallway in front of us, after you m'lady," I say.

[CountFalchiezVander]

You walk straight for fifteen feet, then make a turn to the right, heading down a slightly more narrow corridor, until it turns to the right, up which your eyes come across another elaborate hallway, about 25 feet wide which extends fifty feet then turns to the left. Along the walls are beds and iron grates, and a faint noise can be heard from the grates.

[magasark]

When we enter the large hallway, I hear a faint noise coming from the grates along the edge of the room. I listen intently to try to make out what the noise is.

OOC:
Listen: 1d20+6=26 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1472610/)

[Scorch]

:ooc: slight confusion, by beds do you mean beds behind the grates? or is this a different type of bed...:ooc:


Seemingly unaffected by the eery nature of this place, I move forwards to the source of the noise with my head filled with the memory of sunny days in the great lakes with my Kin, the fear since the last battle was quickly washed away.

As I get closer, I call out "Hello there, are you hurt? We're here to help", awaiting the reply anxiously.

[CountFalchiezVander]

DM Note: the grates are behind the beds, you feel heat emanating from them, so they are like really old fashioned heating grates in Victorian houses and the like

Magasark:

Your finely tuned ears hear sounds of flames crackling from far below the grates entrance. The grates themselves are only about one foot wide and high in the wall, the beds placed so that their center is at the grate.

Tharwin:

You get no response, and you notice that the beds all seem to have occupants, their entire being covered by what were once white sheets.

You can see where the hallway narrows once more and turns to the left.

[Scorch]

"Do you think these are bodies?" I say as I move over to the bedside of the nearest filled bed. "I know one must respect the dead...but we must find more clues" I slowly pull the sheet back from where I expect the head of the body would be...

I'm a little discomforted by the presence of heat, the cold waters of the south I prefer...

[Soolee]

The little Paladin runs over to her mentor and grabs his hand saying softly but in a stern tone,"Wait my mentor. Let's see if there is any Evil about." Soolee lets go of Tharwin's hand and moves into the center of the room. She closes her eyes and starts turning slowly tring to feel if Evi is near.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Soolee:

You sense that the souls of those in this room are laid to rest, and you encounter no evil presence within a good 50 feet of your location.

[Scorch]

"If you feel no evil I think these bodies hold some clues to what is going on here"

If there are no objections I will remove one of the sheets, but if someone objects I will not resist...

[magasark]

"Go ahead and look at the body," I say, "I am not going to mess with those corpses though...unless there is gold on them, of course."

[CountFalchiezVander]

Tharwin:

You move the sheet and see... stone... the petrified face of a halfling woman, young, her features preserved for all time in granite which is a dull gray color. She has a look of peace on her face.

[Scorch]

Recoiling a little at the strange sight I'd only heard stories about, my fear is lifted slightly as I see that this person did not die in pain.

"Where now? We could just carry on as this seems like a burial area to preserve these lost lives...probably best to just leave the dead to rest, lest they decide to wake up. Cmon lets get moving"

I carry on down the corridor, looking under one or two more sheets, then hearing the crackle of fire I realise something.

"there seems to be fire down in the depths...maybe this place is still inhabited?"

[magasark]

"I felt the fire too, my fair monk, lets continue on and see who is feeding these fires," I say

[Scorch]

"I'll lead the way, stay close though." I head down the corridor and follow it until I come to another area of interest, though I try hard to be quiet in my movements. I keep about 20ft from the front of the party.

Move Silently
1d20+3=9

[Soolee]

Soolee prays a quick prayer for the dead and falls in behind her mentor 20 feet sword ready.

[CountFalchiezVander]

You travel slowly and quietly along the dungeon corridor, the air dry from the heat emanating from below. You travel thirty five feet before you come to a left turn. Fifteen feet away is a wooden door. It is of finely polished oak, and though it shows some aging, it is still intact. There is a simple symbol of an open book engraved upon it. The corridor continues left again past the door.

[magasark]

"From that symbol, my guess would be that this is some sort of library," I say as I approach the door to check it for traps and to check the lock.

OOC:
Search: 1d20+6=21 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1475054/)

[CountFalchiezVander]

You can tell the door is solid, and locked tightly, but with the proper tools, the door can be opened easily enough. You also do not find and traps.

[magasark]

Seeing that the door is locked, I go to work on the door but I do not open it...I leave that for one of the more rested travelers. I also ready my crossbow for anything that could be waiting for us on the other side of the door.

OOC:
Open lock: castle won't let me load so I just rolled it on my own. 1d20+7= 23

[Scorch]

As magasark steps to the side, I move forward and brace the door, preparing to break it down. Taking a half step back, I slam my shoulder hard into the center of the wood.

Strength
1d20+2=5 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1475805/)


The door seems to be pretty sturdy, "Soolee can you give me a hand?"


IF Soolee decides to help:

Strength
1d20+4=23 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1475806/)

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark:

You manage to unlock the door with relative ease, even with the monk smacking against it.

Tharwin:

You note that you managed to splintered the wood the second time you thrust into door, but you notice that the dwarf has unlocked it rather quickly.

[magasark]

With a perplexed look on my face, because I am still not sure why the monk was jumping into the door repeatedly, I say "It seems to be unlocked now, you are more than welcome to just open it." I step back from the door, slipping my lock-picking tools into my pack and readying my crossbow.

[Scorch]

:ooc: misread maga's post, myyyy mistake.



Quickly realising that magasark has unlocked the door, I feel a little embarrassed and open it the normal way. "sorry dwarf, I just have a rather impatient nature, your skill is very formidable and I admire that"

I move through the doorway to inspect the next room, fists clenched.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Tharwin:

You walk through the door and are greeted by two swords flying at you, attached to skeletal arms.

~Cue epic battle sequence~

[magasark]

Stepping over the pile of bones to enter the library, I say to the monk "You almost took a big nap right then."

I begin to look around the shelves within the room to try to find anything of interest.

OOC:
Search:1d20+6=23 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1480372/)

[CountFalchiezVander]

You manage to peruse the books, finding nothing of value, just old books on traveling and where to stay. One leather bound book actually is empty, but holds a moonstone within the carved out space where pages once were. Also, under a desk holding oil for lamps, you find a small chest, that when touched springs open and reveals gold coins ((128 of them)).

[magasark]

"Look at what I have found here," I say, "Lets split the coins and I will hold onto this stone for now." I slip the stone into my pocket and I divide the coins evenly to the group, hading 32 of them to everyone.

[CountFalchiezVander]

You see no other doors in the room, so you may either backtrack to near the first battle location and scout out that hallway, or, take the hallway along the outside of this room.

[Scorch]

"You're right dwarf, I reckon I'm going to take things a little light footed from now on. We don't want any more bags of bones sending me to an early grave!" With a chuckle I nod and pocket the coin in my pouch then walk back to the doorway and look around...

"hmm where to...where to...I say we keep heading down this corridor then if we feel like its a way down, we'll backtrack and check the other corridor. How does that sound?" I say feeling quite drained...

[magasark]

"That sounds good, lets see where this hallway takes us...we may end up finding the source of the heat in the room with the beds." Magasark begins moveing down the hallway at the front of the group with my crossbow at the ready.

[Scorch]

"right you are" I say and nod, following behind.

[CountFalchiezVander]

the party heads along the corridor about twenty feet, when it makes a turn to the right. This hallway is covered in dust and cobwebs, and has seen little to no use when this place was "alive". You feel a gently downward slide as you walk for quite sometime, your footsteps echoing in the silence of the corridor. After a few minutes, the path turns to the right once more. fifteen feet ahead of you is a simple wooden door, no carvings or anything on it, and it looks in remarkably good shape.

[Soolee]

Beside the little group of heros continue their journey Soolee looks around the room for something other than a thick leg bone to use as a club.

Spot: 1d20 8+4=12

[Soolee]

"Look at what I have found here," I say, "Lets split the coins and I will hold onto this stone for now." I slip the stone into my pocket and I divide the coins evenly to the group, hading 32 of them to everyone. [/b]

Soolee takes the coins and puts them in her pouch dangling from her belt and says in gratitude."Thank you noble one. These will feed many widows and children of the fallen"

[magasark]

"Look at this," I say softly as I approach the door. I begin to pour over the surface of the door to make sure that it is not trapped and then I check the lock. "Let's see what is here, this door looks like it is in remarkably good shape considering the rest of this place.

OOC: The castle is haveing issues again, so I just rolled.
Search: 1d20+6= 9+6=15
Open Lock: 1d20+7= 18+7=25

[CountFalchiezVander]

Magasark:

You discern no trouble with the door, and note that is unlocked, though somewhat stuck.

[Scorch]

"Work your magic dwarf" Motioning toward the door...

[magasark]

"The door doesn't seem to be trapped or anything, just stuck...Monk, you did a fine job beating on the other door, you can have a go at this one now," I say with a slightly sarcastic tone.

[Scorch]

With a wink I take a few steps back, giving myself enough space for a run up. Then I charge at the door and slam into the wood...

Strength
1d20+4=19 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1481440/)

[CountFalchiezVander]

The door moves with a grating noise, and you manage to move it enough to fit all of you through one at a time.

[Scorch]

Shaking off my shoulder I whisper back "come on lets move" and head through the door.

[magasark]

I move to the door and very carefully slip my head through the opening to see what may be in the room. I do not enter all the way yet.

[CountFalchiezVander]

Tharwin:

As you walk into the room, you get an overwhelming feeling of dread, like something here is not natural at all. You manage to look around, and see what appears to be a stairwell leading down, though it is hard to see since there are four thin masses shambling towa