Excior

Can we see how those Slorths gained entry into the chamber? Does Jouka have any idea where is gear is? weapons at least

I still need to get a proper post up for this trip back into town. please bear with me

TEAM ONE: Max, Zemi, and Hakai Max, Zemi, and Hakai traversed the short distance to the Luxen Import/Export Bazaar's main office. The docking pads were conveniently close to the various warehouses in the shipping district of Night City, and Max couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity as they approached the Bazaar. The atmosphere, a blend of legitimate business and concealed criminal activities, stirred memories of his past experiences. "Be on your guard," Max cautioned his companions, his words carrying the weight of seasoned wisdom. "Even though it may seem like a legitimate business, most everything in Night City is a front for some gang or crime syndicate." Zemi, already utilizing the sensors in her Mandalorian helmet, scanned the surroundings. "I do not detect any threats at the moment, but will keep you posted, kid," she relayed through her helmet's commlink. On the other hand, Hakai, unfamiliar with this clandestine world, reached out with her limited knowledge of the Force, attempting to sense any signs of impending trouble. Entering the compound, the group made their way to the warehouse and stepped into the shipping office. Max, taking the lead, surveyed the area before pressing a buzzer. The others positioned themselves in the waiting room, vigilant for any potential dangers. After a brief pause, a Chadra-Fan emerged from a back room. The small, batlike humanoid eyed the group before stepping up to the counter. "What do you want?" it queried in a sharp tone. Max handed over a data stick. "We need to pick up the shipment noted on this data stick. It was held up in customs." The Chadra-Fan accepted the data stick and inserted it into the computer terminal, initiating the process of verifying their claim.

Oh OK Roger that I will do that tomorrow morning.

What do you want me to update? I posted that post a while back

TEAM TWO: Amon, Willa, and Felagi Meanwhile, Amon, Willa, and Felagi found themselves on board a densely packed transport bound for the surface. The craft buzzed with activity, a microcosm of Coruscant's diverse populace. Amon's keen eyes studied the faces of the citizens, discerning the subtle nuances that hinted at their destinies. Among them were those heading off-world, others gearing up for shift work at the Imperial shipyards or other industries on the surface. Each person carried the weight of opportunity and uncertainty, a chance to rise in social and economic standing. Amon reflected on Maxon's journey, once a street urchin in similar circumstances. Against the Jedi Council's objections, Amon had recognized Maxon's latent connection to the Force and taken him as his second apprentice. The initial years were challenging, as Amon had to cleanse the shadows of Night City from Maxon before imparting the ways of the Force. The transport suddenly jolted to a halt during its ascent, alerting the passengers. Imperial immigration officials, accompanied by Storm Trooper Bodyguards, boarded the vessel. Dressed in the iconic white power armor with gold shoulder pads denoting their specialty, they requested to see personal data sticks from everyone. Amon, perplexed, whispered to Willa, "What are they doing here?" Willa, with a calm demeanor, responded, "Looks like the Emperor has expedited the Imperial Citizen Immigration Act. It's a way of registering all the people in the Empire. You can't buy, sell, trade, or move without a number. Getting off-world is near impossible without a personal data stick." Amon's confusion prompted more explanation from the diplomat. "Remain calm. Cooler heads will prevail. With luck, we'll be directed to a processing center topside, and we can figure things out there." She placed a reassuring hand on the Jedi Master's shoulder, instilling a sense of composure amidst the uncertainty. was this post ok? or should I not try to complicate things in my narrative? Just wondering. In this instance, I was trying to bring my seed of rebellion into play

it's not the things with eyes we should be worried about lol.

if its not too far out of the way that is a great idea

After the commotion of the door's opening subsides, Valandil remains cautious, nocking an arrow as he enters the hall. He positions himself with his back against the north wall, traversing down the passage with quiet steps. As he reaches the corner, he pauses and carefully peeks around, first looking down the north hall and then turning to survey the south hall. Valandil's sharp elven eyes scan the corridors, searching for any signs of movement or threats. His posture is tense but composed, his bow ready should the need arise. With each passing moment, he remains vigilant, awaiting the arrival of the others before proceeding further into the unknown depths of the tomb.

Modred Mistdrdagoon 4th-level human Magic-User (Magician):S-06 (-1), I-15 (+1), W-13(+1), D-16 (+2), C-18 (+3), Ch-13 (+1); AL-L; AC: 7; HP 21/24; Dmg 1d4 -1(melee) or 1d4 (Thrown); MV 120’ (40’); speaks common, kobold, alignment tongue; Weapons: silver dagger, 12 normal daggers, Memorized Spells: level 1: Sleep x2 Level 2 Levitate, Knock Upon Yolanda's reminder of the trapped door, Modred halts in mid-step, his expression thoughtful as he considers the potential risks. He looks up towards Allen and nods decisively. "Allen, let's return to the others. We can save our search for forgotten wizard treasure for another day." With everyone gathered on the bottom step of the spiral staircase, Modred allows Yolanda to take the lead in guiding them back towards the inn. Following closely behind, Modred reflects on their expedition to the wizard's tower, already formulating plans for their next venture. Together, the group retraces their steps through the winding streets of Specularum .

“Not likely,” Jouka says while walking toward the other captives, Tatonka trots up beside the blue giant as he crosses the space to where the prisoners are. ”Bhanomuzz, my master, and his companions are not only vile sorcerers but they are also Morgal.” Jouka lays his free hand on one of the bound slaves and says a small prayer before plunging the knife into his heart. He then moves on to the next prisoner who looks up at him with pleading eyes. The Blue Giant says another prayer and likewise slays him. As he moves on to the next Jouka continues. “He and his companions are not human, they are a coven of Morgal that sailed here in haste to search for an artifact known as the script, I overheard them talk about it over many nights while they feasted on the lifeblood of these unlucky souls.” Jouka continues on his grisly task. “We were oarsmen on the ship, they did not find my blood palatable so left me alone.” With his grisly task complete he offers the young girl her dagger back. “They are in league with a circle of yellow Druids followers of Morgazzon the mad I think.”

Duggrule Stonecutter AC: 1 (Plate mail, Shield, Dex HP: 13/13 #Att:1 Damage: Long Sword (1d8/1d12) Dagger (1d4/1d3) To Hit Bonus: +2 Damage Bonus: +3 "ALL RIGHT!" The mountain dwarf's eyes grew wide as he spotted the rushing hobgoblins. "TIME TO GO TO WORK, COME TO PAPPY YOU RED-SKINNED DEVILS!" With a fierce battle cry, Duggrule met the Hobgoblin advance head-on, smashing into them with unbridled fury

we should split it equally because there will come a time for each of us to shine.

Allen pitched in to load the treasure into the cart, his muscles straining under the weight of the valuable loot. With determination, he assisted in getting the cart ready for the journey back to the Inn. "BD, I agree. We'll need to be well-equipped if we are to make any sort of profit down there," Allen remarked, wiping sweat from his brow. "Perhaps we could even hire a few extra hands to help carry treasure and provide additional light if we can afford it." Once the preparations were complete, the party made their way back to town with the cart laden with treasure. Allen joined in the efforts to sell their findings, negotiating with potential buyers to secure the best prices for their haul. After completing the transactions, Allen reconvened with the others at the inn, eager to rest and strategize for their next expedition into the depths of the Barrowmounds. Sitting among his companions, he listened intently to their discussions, his mind already racing with plans and possibilities for their continued adventures in pursuit of wealth and glory.

Modred Mistdragoon 4th-level human Magic-User (Magician):S-06 (-1), I-15 (+1), W-13(+1), D-16 (+2), C-18 (+3), Ch-13 (+1); AL-L; AC: 7; HP 21/24; Dmg 1d4 -1(melee) or 1d4 (Thrown); MV 120’ (40’); speaks common, kobold, alignment tongue; Weapons: silver dagger, 12 normal daggers, Memorized Spells: level 1: Sleep x2 Level 2 Levitate, Knock "I do not believe the mistress of the tower is here; these seem to be automated responses she created through magic," Modred observes, his voice tinged with certainty as he stands and approaches the spiral staircase. "We need to be getting back, but I would like to conduct a quick search and see if she may have left anything behind." Turning to his henchman, Modred asks, "Allen, would you mind going up before me and being on your guard?" The young fighter nods in agreement, readying his shield and placing his hand on the pommel of his sword as he ascends the stairs. Modred then glances at his companions, a hint of anticipation in his eyes. "Coming?" he asks, inviting them to join him in exploring the upper levels of the wizard's tower.