The First Step

[Ryfte]

DESCRIPTION Elia is a small kobold, well, a dragon really, barely over 2' tall with a tail that is actually a bit longer than she is tall. Her scales are purple, violet, and pink shades, quite vibrant, and her eyes are a luminous aqua blue-green (heavy on the blue). Her fins are more flexible than that of standard kobolds with stronger, more controlled support spines that allow her to flex and relax them, giving her much better control maneuvering in water than her land-bound brethren.

Her "leather" armor, a bluish-gray toned material is rough to the touch, covered in small cartilage ridges from the sea eel its crafted from.| SHEETElia Argus
Female, Neutral Good, Dragonwrought Water Kobold, Warlock 1

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AC/TAC/FFAC: 19/15/15 | HP: 6/6 | S/D/C/I/W/C: -2/+4/+0/+1/+0/+3 | F/R/W: +0/+4/+2 | Move: 30', Swim 30', Climb 20'
Darkvision 60'; DR 2 / Cold Iron; Eldritch Blast, 60' RTA +4, 1d6 (20/x2)

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Elia moved along with the others but from above. The little kobold kept pace with them but along the ceiling and to the right side of the wall. The idea that there could always be more traps made her uneasy and she kept sweeping her hand along the side, towards the center of the ceiling, and ahead as she moved, concerned that there could easily be some deadfall rigged above her companions.

When they reached the concealed doorway she paused with everyone else. "If dust were gold we'd be extremely wealthy by now..." She chuckled at the own humor as she drew in the dust along the wall above the concealed doorway. Knowing that it was unlikely she would find the switch she hesitated but being part of the group she felt at least trying was better than nothing. Thus she started looking with the others, around the top and upper corners of where the doorway ought to be.

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OoC

 

Edited July 19, 2023 by Ryfte (see edit history)

[Ruess]

The Lights In The Dark

You proceed with measured steps and mathematical precision, fully aware of a secret that lies hidden and just as fully intent on finding it. A secret awaits!

And yet...

You did everything right- so why is it that you have nothing to show for it?

You are left standing in the corridor, eyeing the section where your measurements tell you there should be a secret door into...somewhere. To your right, at the edge of your wizard's illuminating stick, you can see the twin doors that would lead you back to the elevator. To your left, the corridor continues further into darkness. Behind you, a wall stretches to mirror the one your are examining all over.

What to do...

 

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 AdrielFifth weekday, 23rd49 days to a month, except Mesha is a day short of MeshaFirst month of the year, out of eight in total. 6:28

[Wiz]

Chira sighs, shakes her head and dismounts slowly searching the corridor near the secret door for the door itself and it's triggering device.

 

 

[Chaz Hoosier]

Robin Kirkko

Robin fidgets a bit as the slow, methodical pace of the crew. He suddenly glances around as if he's heard something. He lifts the torch high, squinting down the corridor. "Did you hear that...that...well I swear I heard something. And I am sure we haven't been down here long enough for me to be imagining things!" He strains to hear, not even sure where the sound came from, though he soon loses interest and shrugs.

 

 

 

 

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Description

Robin is a straw haired tomcat. He is tall, strapping, and handsome, with blonde hair carefully tousled for a rakish look, blue eyes, and a strong jaw. He always dresses in clothes that show off his physique. He is, as one would expect of a cleric of Sune, incredibly vain and considers his hair his best feature. His focus on superficial matters might give the impression that he isn't all that bright. One the other hand, be sincerely sees the beauty in other people--whether outer beauty or inner beauty. He carries a shield depicting the face of a beautiful red haired maiden, and has a rosary of glass beads with the same symbol on the end dangling from his belt.

Stat Block

Robin Kirkko
M CG Human Cleric, Level 1, Init 0, HP 9/9, Speed 30
AC 14, Touch 10, Flat-footed 14, Fort 3, Ref 0, Will 2, Base Attack Bonus 0   
  Morning Star  +2 (1d8+2, x2)
  Dagger   (1d4, 19–20/×2)
  Crossbow, light (Bolts (20)) 0 (1d8, 19–20/×2)
  Studded Leather Armor, Light Wooden Shield (+3 Armor, +1 Shield)
Abilities Str 14, Dex 10, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 14
Condition None

OOC

Rolls incoming.

Edited July 21, 2023 by Chaz Hoosier (see edit history)

[Ruess]

The Lights In The Dark

Chira does not find it with her check. That makes for three attempts at locating the secret, and nothing to show for it.

Someone else might take this as a sign that your effort is wasted, and that you should proceed onwards.

Kaldakaczil the dragon clearly disagrees with such silly notions like giving up. Instead of letting the matter go, the golden dragon tries - and tries - and tries...

Doallyn finds a spot on the opposite side of the corridor where he can comfortably lean against a stone wall.

The rest of you take a breather while your companion works.

Finally, it looks like Kaldakaczil is nearly done...

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AdrielFifth weekday, 23rd49 days to a month, except Mesha is a day short of MeshaFirst month of the year, out of eight in total. 7:02

[Chaz Hoosier]

Robin Kirkko

Robin puts his ear to the wall at a certain point. He talks quietly. "I am pretty sure I hear someone is on the other side of this wall, so we're definitely in about the right place. Or there is someone invisible nearby, heh!" "I wonder if they are nice," he wonders to himself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Description

Robin is a straw haired tomcat. He is tall, strapping, and handsome, with blonde hair carefully tousled for a rakish look, blue eyes, and a strong jaw. He always dresses in clothes that show off his physique. He is, as one would expect of a cleric of Sune, incredibly vain and considers his hair his best feature. His focus on superficial matters might give the impression that he isn't all that bright. One the other hand, be sincerely sees the beauty in other people--whether outer beauty or inner beauty. He carries a shield depicting the face of a beautiful red haired maiden, and has a rosary of glass beads with the same symbol on the end dangling from his belt.

Stat Block

Robin Kirkko
M CG Human Cleric, Level 1, Init 0, HP 9/9, Speed 30
AC 14, Touch 10, Flat-footed 14, Fort 3, Ref 0, Will 2, Base Attack Bonus 0   
  Morning Star  +2 (1d8+2, x2)
  Dagger   (1d4, 19–20/×2)
  Crossbow, light (Bolts (20)) 0 (1d8, 19–20/×2)
  Studded Leather Armor, Light Wooden Shield (+3 Armor, +1 Shield)
Abilities Str 14, Dex 10, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 14
Condition None

OOC

 

[Amoren]

Character Sheet

Kaldakaczil
Male Lawful Good Gold Dragon 1, Level 1, Init 1, HP 12/14, Speed 30ft, Swim 30ft
AC 11, Touch 11, Flat-footed 10, Fort 4, Ref 3, Will 1, Base Attack Bonus 1   
  Bite  +4 (1d8+4, x2)
  Unarmored (+1 Dex)
Abilities Str 16, Dex 12, Con 14, Int 14, Wis 8, Cha 14
Senses Keen Senses (half distance penalties for perception), Keen Low-Light Vision (multiply effective illumination distances for the dragon by 4), Darkvision 120ft.
Conditions None

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"I found it!" Kaldakaczil exclaimed with exasperated satisfaction in draconic, likely proceeded or followed by a few choice phrases he was grateful his progenitors weren't in ear shot to hear - he hoped, he could never really discount them spying with divination magic to make certain he was alright, and happening to catch him at a most inappropriate moment of frustrated exasperation like this. But his frills weren't burning from their promises of future scolding, so he was presuming he was safe.

"I've found it. I don't know how it will open, though. Ideally it will open inwards, but there's no guarantee it won't cut this hallway in half and separate us. Stone should be slow to move, though, so we should have some time to react once everyone is ready and together..." the dragon spoke, pointing out the minute detail he had missed for so long he was half expecting to burn through the hidden door via staring.

Once everyone was prepared and ready, he would trigger the latch, and open the trove the hidden message had spoken of...

Edited July 24, 2023 by Amoren (see edit history)

[Wiz]

While searching and not finding the key to opening the passage, Chira pauses near the hypothetical door, her bat ears swiveling slowly as she listens.

 

"Three someones... not sure of the language, and possibly others who are not speaking. They may also be aware of us, so be cautious!"

 

The bat woman remounts her wolf and prepares.

 

 

[bloodsprite]

Saai Vees is a Drow cleric with a chaotic good alignment, devoted to worshiping Eilistraee, the goddess of song, beauty, and moonlight among the Drow pantheon. She stands in a dimly lit stone room, her lavender eyes glimmering with nervous anticipation and determination. Her obsidian skin blends seamlessly with the shadows, and her long, snowy-white hair cascades down her back, adorned with small moon-shaped hairpins.
In her hands, Saai Vees wields a formidable Bastard Sword, a weapon she wields not just for combat but also as a representation of her dual nature: strength and grace. The hilt is wrapped in soft leather, providing a comfortable grip, and the blade gleams with a silvery light that resonates with her goddess's influence.

As she waits for the door to open, Saai Vees sways on her toes with an elegance reminiscent of a dancer. Her movements are fluid and seemingly effortless, as if she is ready to spring into action and embrace the moment's beauty. This graceful swaying reflects her devotion to Eilistraee, the goddess of dance. It serves to center herself and find inner peace amid the situation's tension.

Behind the façade of her dance-like movements, Saai Vees's heart races with uncertainty. She's unsure of what lies beyond the door but trusts Eilistraee's guidance to steer her toward the right path. The echoes of voices from the other side trickle through the door, adding to the suspense. Despite her nerves, Saai Vees maintains her resolve, drawing strength from her faith and the knowledge that she serves a purpose greater than herself.

Her heart yearns for a world where her Drow kin can break free from the clutches of darkness and embrace the moon's light. Saai Vees embodies the chaotic nature of change and revolution, seeking to bring about a better future through her actions. She strives to be a beacon of hope and understanding, even in the darkest places, ready to challenge the oppressive ways of the Drow society and guide them toward Eilistraee's teachings of harmony and compassion.

As the door inches open, Saai Vees readies her Bastard Sword, her eyes glinting with determination and a gentle smile on her lips. Whatever lies beyond, she knows that her purpose is to stand as a defender of justice and a catalyst for change, always guided by Eilistraee's light and the beauty of her dance.

Edited August 1, 2023 by bloodsprite (see edit history)

[Ruess]

The Knives Are Drawn

Kaldakaczil reaches a clawed limb. It takes all of a single twist of what looks to your eyes like a perfectly mundane spot of rocks with a bit of moss on it.

There is a small clack- and an entire section of the wall slides open, revealing a formation of small humanoids possessed of flat faces featuring substantial but flat noses, wide mouths whence fangs peek out, and small, beady eyes. They number eight in total, and each is geared for battle since they are both armored and wielding weapons. Those in the front have morningstars and shields while those behind them have stacks of javelins in their arms.

Behind the first bunch, you can clearly see the boss of this bunch: it wears a metal armor that is far higher in quality compareed to the humble leather armors of the others, and in its hands you see a large longsword. You can hear it barking orders the very moment your groups come face to face.

The troopers raise their weapons and unleash a battle cry!

Combat begins! Roll initiative!

Combat Begins

Roll initiative and make ready to defend yourselves!

Map over on Roll20 depicts the positioning of your group as well as those of your enemies

Knowledge: Nature or Local roll is required to identify the hostiles. DC is 11.

 

Initiatives

Saai Vees 15

Hostile Troopers ???

Hostile Leader ???

 

 

 

Edited August 2, 2023 by Ruess (see edit history)

[Chaz Hoosier]

The handsome paladin's initiative:

[KerlanRayne]

Rolled a 12 for initiative on Discord. Knowledge: Nature roll included here.

Edited August 3, 2023 by KerlanRayne (see edit history)

[Ruess]

The Knives Are Drawn

Both groups look at each other for a moment. Your group of scattered talents from across the world, a cavalcade of capable hands stands against a formed up and armored troop of hostiles who are very little short of identical in looks and armor.

You have seized the initiative!

All of you except Kaldakaczil and Elia may act now!

 

Combat Numbers And Actions

Initiatives are as follows

Chira & Awoo     17
Robin           17
Saai Vees       15
Ruven Kair       12
Sergeant Goblin     11
Kaldakaczil     10.1
Trooper Goblins 10.0
Elia             6

 

 

Edited August 3, 2023 by Ruess (see edit history)

[bloodsprite]

As the door swings open, Saai Vees is greeted with an unexpected sight. Standing before her are eight small humanoids, unlike any she has encountered. Their flat faces bear substantial but flat noses, wide mouths revealing fangs that peek out, and small, beady eyes that seem to dart around the room with curiosity and a hint of mischief.

For a moment, Saai Vees is taken aback by their appearance, so different from anything she's encountered in her travels. Despite their seemingly menacing features, there's an undeniable charm to these creatures that catches her off guard. As she observes them, she can't help but find them "ugly cute." Their peculiar looks elicit a mix of emotions within her, and she feels a sense of compassion and empathy welling up.
She looks into their beady eyes, trying to discern any intentions or emotions that might reveal their true nature despite their menacing appearance.

At that moment, Saai Vees holds her blade and takes a more cautious and diplomatic approach. She moves up to the door and has the edge ready, waiting for the cute little beasties to approach, indicating with her blade that they will get hurt if they move aggressively.

Preparing to defend if her area is threatened and to attack those in range.

[Wiz]

"Front rank, the line... you must hold it. In the corridor they must be kept."

Meanwhile, Chira rides Awoo to the far left wall, opposite the opening, and engages in crossbow diplomacy with the sergeant.