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Post by Jarovbees on Jul 24, 2019 16:41:42 GMT
(I forgot Warden would have advantage on that first strike, so.)
Attack: OTOpIR_31d20+51d20+5
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Post by Jarovbees on Jul 24, 2019 16:50:53 GMT
Miri's entering the fray seems to be the end of the flying sword's luck, as both her attacks strike true. Her shortswords' blows were enough to not only prevent it from pursuing Stephen, but also significantly damaging it as a result. It still hovered, ready to strike, but the sword now sported some new dents and was quite possibly hanging by a thread. And then Warden closed in with her glaive, narrowing her eyes at the annoying, obvious trap she had avoided for this very reason. Still, the trap was sprung and thus she planned to see it through to its end, lashing out with the tip of her glaive and then swinging it around to strike with the other end.
Or she would have, but that first blow was enough to bring an end to the flying sword. There was a loud clash of metal upon metal, and then the sword unceremoniously dropped to the ground, blade cracking thanks to repeated blows where it counted. Warden just shook her head as she took in the shards of the blade, then glanced around for any sign of its demise triggering something else. A moment's silence revealed nothing new, and so she righted her glaive and stepped back.
"Now can we move on?" Without waiting for an answer, she departed the way they had arrived, heading back up one set of steps and down the other, avoiding that sticky rug.
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Post by vorpal on Jul 25, 2019 5:59:03 GMT
They made quick work of that sword... and of course, it had to be some kind of crazy trap. He had his own blade drawn and ready, but it seemed that things were already done pretty swiftly this time. Still, it was probably best to get ahold of everything they possibly could, in case it was of use, later on. As the damaged blade collapsed, Crispin kicked at it with a sigh. It was a waste of a perfectly good blade, using it in such a trap like that, but oh well. It didn't seem to be the important part, anyway. Still, he picked up the pieces carefully, wondering if they might be worth doing something with later.
He glanced at the others, though Warden was already heading out. He was about ready to do likewise, but, "If we're all right to move on, that is?"
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Post by 3personal5me on Jul 26, 2019 1:21:06 GMT
The fight was over as quickly as it started.The detective grimaced, quickly slipping the gem into his coat before inspecting his wound. It was a shallow cut, a single bead of crimson blood trickled out and down, mingling with the fabric of his shirt. The cut in his coat, however, annoyed him. It was almost two inches long; a clear slice that neatly parted the supple leather. Part of the job, he supposed. "Thanks for the help. I think it's safe to say we've seen everything this room has". He spun on his booted heel, and made for the door.
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Post by Sister Valerie on Jul 27, 2019 13:03:23 GMT
Valerie was frustrated. She was fairly certain they were missing part of the puzzle here - but she kept her frustration to herself, just boiling up inside and preparing to follow at the rear of the party as they moved on to the next thing. Hopefully that, at least, would give her something to vent her anger at.
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Post by sojourn on Jul 28, 2019 3:05:38 GMT
Pre-rolling Perception: 7B1FvCEg1d20+4
Edited to add Advantage because Kieran is roping in some help. Second Perception roll: 1d20+41d20+4·1d20+4
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Post by sojourn on Jul 28, 2019 12:55:22 GMT
T he half-drow watched the sword clang to the ground and his violet gaze flicked to the pedestal, to the gem as Stephen slipped it into his pocket, and then to the wine bottle he'd set down all those heartbeats ago. Reaching back for it, he grumbled while working on the cork, determined that no matter what the hell was in there—short of it being poison or acid or vinegar'd old wine, he was going to figure it out and lubricate the rest of this alley adventure the old fashioned way— "Well, now that we're all done touchin' th' wrong things an' this is a godsbedamned dead end, back we go, I'm guessin'. That lower hallway—m'haps we missed somethin'. 'R this place jus' exists t' fuck with us—do y' think anyone else has made 't this far?"With a satisfying pop, Kieran finally managed to get the cork free and he smirked, waggling fingers in the direction of the door they'd entered this strange collection of rooms through before sniffing the bottle. Yeah, totally wine. He sighed, taking a long swig without any other sense of caution, quite sure that since all of the alley was trying to kill them anyway, this one thing wasn't going to do any further harm than a mimic or a minotaur or a will'o'wisp or a stupid sword. "Oh, thank gods—" He hissed with satisfaction, revealing it wasn't poison, revealing he was, in fact, not now going to die by acid, "—it's actually jus' wine. Best thing 'bout this place so far, too. Looks like we could all use a glass 'r four at this point. Anyone? Hmm?" One more swig, ignoring all the impatient bodies in the room before he offered to share should anyone else want to take all those sharp edges down a notch for even the briefest of moments or compliment the adrenaline that probably still coursed through all of their systems after so many fight or flight moments. "Right, then. Down th' hall again. But you—" There was a smirk in his tone before it appeared on his face and his bright eyes lingered on Miri before he tilted his head, "—y' can keep your hands where I can see 'em. Or 'least where I can feel 'em—either's fine. C'mon. Let's channel that curiosity less 'nto findin' monsters an' more 'nto findin' us our next path." The half-drow's expression widened into a grin, taunting her with the wine before he brushed past the human, shoulder nudging her own with more than mere casualness. It was probably more flirtatious than appropriate, but he'd lost his shame long before the stairs with the glue, really. Nodding to Stephen, he added, "I wonder 'f that gem's another key. I guess we'll find out, whether we want to 'r not."Back down the hall, back down past the sticky stairs, and back to the split between the silos and said stairway, Kieran was careful to keep pace with the others, wanting to make sure he had more than one set of eyes looking for traps and attempting to search for clues, "Let's see what we can find so we can get that damn unicorn." He grinned at Warden and the others, motivated to keep pressing on, especially now that there was some liquid courage. Once down the hall, he took the lower path that Crispin had tried before, inviting others to help look.
(( moralhazard agreed to, uh, "help" with that Perception, and Miri's up next ... although, anyonee else who wants to check out the lower path with us is welcome to on their turn. Wine is totally for sharing! Please don't leave Kieran to polish that off alone through the rest of this adventure. LOL))
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Post by moralhazard on Jul 28, 2019 15:16:39 GMT
Miri shifted back out of the way of Warden’s strike. She paused, holding ready, but the blade crashed to the ground. With a little smirk, Miri sheathed her offhand blade. She spun the other around, glanced from side to side, and kept the shortsword out. Enough things were jumping out at them from the corners, and it just took too long to draw bother weapons.
“Nice hit,” Miri grinned at the tiefling, whose aggression evidently was nowhere near satisfied by the short fight. Miri tilted her head from side to side, cracking her neck.
“Yeah, let’s get out of here,” Miri grinned at Crispin as he scooped up the broken pieces of the blade. and winked once.
She didn’t linger on it though; Valerie and all the rest were already moving out of the room, and Miri was moving too, watching with a raised eyebrow and a pleased laugh as Kieran took a swig from the bottle of wine. She laughed again when he pronounced it wine, the fingers of her free hand skating over his shoulder as they trickled out into the hallway.
Miri followed the half-drow along the path Crispin had taken. “What,” she teased, “how are you going to find anything like that? Here, let me help,” She nudged him with her hip, and lifted the bottle of wine from his hand, tilting her head back for a long swallow.
“Not bad,” Miri said, considering, and grinned at Kieran.
“Anyone else?” She turned back towards the group, winked once (mostly) at Warden, and waved the bottle temptingly.
Miri helps Kieran in his search!
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Post by Jarovbees on Jul 28, 2019 16:13:52 GMT
"You're seriously going to--yes, yes you are." Warden raised an eyebrow in surprise and a bit of amusement when Kieran and then Miri tested the wine, which (thank all the gods) turned out to be just that and that alone. She huffed and reached for the bottle, sniffing at it before taking a quick sip and handing it back. "Hm....not bad. I'd save most of it for when we're done, though. I came here to overcome traps and fight monsters, not babysit a bunch of drunks. Or be one."
With some help -and Stephen's acute senses will also sense it- Kieran finally discovers the secret door hidden down the hall. The craftsmanship was such that it's no surprise it wasn't discovered before; someone didn't pull any punches when it came to secret door craftsmanship and only a trained eye could spot that it existed, let alone its location.
Warden herself wasn't that observant, but she could tell when they had found something, and that was enough for her to snap into focus. She walked up to the wall and gestured for them to quiet down. "Shut up, I want to listen before we go charging in...." Ignoring the fact that her heavy armor and Valerie's probably alerted anything as it was, Warden tried to show a modicum of caution.
Perception: o8xHTTfj1d20+2
"...nope, nothing. If it's a trap, it's quiet." 1d20+2
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Post by vorpal on Jul 29, 2019 5:42:30 GMT
Could it really just be ordinary wine, without any poison or similar? It did almost seem too good to be true, but there was a lot about this whole place that was unusual. It probably would make a certain sense, almost. "Ah, why not... A drink doesn't sound like such a bad idea." He had no intentions to get drunk off the stuff, but a few sips wouldn't be so bad.
"Hm... then shall we attempt it?" At least, if the door was able to open without any problems, anyway. There was only one way to find out, of course, and after Warden mentioned that it seemed fine, Crispin reached to try and open the door.
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Post by Jarovbees on Jul 29, 2019 16:55:58 GMT
The door easily opened to Crispin's touched, revealing more racks of wine bottles lining the outer walls of this 10 by 30 foot chamber. On the west wall were the words "STRENGTH CANNOT". Also present was a 2 foot-high gold-plated door in the northwest corner, behind a wine rack.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jul 29, 2019 19:47:47 GMT
Stephen stopped at the doorway, waiting for the rest. He eyed the bottle of wine. A fine prize indeed. Though when it was offered to him, he shook his head silently. He preferred to remain focused.
As the group moved on, he pondered the gem. Was it a tool to be used, or just bait for a trap? His eyes wandered the walls of the hallway as he thought it, but his attention was focused when he spied the door, just moments after the others. "Well hidden. I wonder if this one was meant to be found".
He was soon answered when the door swung open. Another trap. Or perhaps a puzzle. Or were they challenges? It was hard to tell what the intent of the Blue Alley was.
He scanned the small room, searching it for traps or clues to its purpose. "Another part of the message or riddle".
(investigation check!)
FNgaC_VD1d20+61d20+6
His trained eyes quickly picked out several bottles of fine Amnish wine, and a pair of healing potions to top it off. He slipped one of the wines from the shelf, gesturing to the others. "Here's something worth sipping". He scooped the healing potions from the refuse, keeping one for himself and offering up the other. "Anyone?"
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Post by Jarovbees on Aug 1, 2019 18:56:08 GMT
Stephen's thorough search finds no traps within the room, though the gold-plated door behind the wine rack definitely indicates a purpose beyond a storage space for more wine.
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Post by sojourn on Aug 1, 2019 19:04:47 GMT
T he half-drow totally grinned at Warden from behind the lip of the bottle while he took a swig, laughing once he was done with a shrug of his narrow shoulders in a dismissive shrug, "I'm not gonna drink th' whole thing. It's fine. Hardly a light weight anyway, thank'ee much." He taunted the tiefling, rolling his eyes before sauntering away back the way they'd all come. Down the sticky stairs. Back to the split in the alley and into the hall they'd not seen anything in before. Where they'd once found nothing, now they found something, and whether or not it was the more than simply friendly nudge of Miri or not that helped them or whether it was Stephen's own superiorly-focused senses, well, Kieran wasn't about to complain about it— "Oh look! More wine. Suddenly, this place just got damn fancy." The half-drow laughed, running calloused fingers over dust to peek at labels, but content enough with the bottle he'd already opened. There was no need to have more than one could really handle while still in the middle of some dangerous mystery, after all. Really, just another swig of that one and he was done for now, aware that he needed his wits more than he needed the buzz for something like this. His violet gaze drifted over the gold-plated door with a twitch in his lip, teeth toying with the metal ring that pierced the lower curve, looking to Stephen when he held up not alcohol but healing potions, "We should tuck those away for when we need 'em. I'll hang 'nto th' other one." Kieran took the offered bottle and slipped it into the small rucksack that carried what little he kept as equipment. Committing yet another line of the phrases they'd found to memory, he moved to examine the gold door, attempting to check if it was locked or trapped, "I wonder if someone's meant t' fit in this 'r if it's just some kinda storage. Let's find out—" He looked to the others to see who wanted to lend a hand, using his hands to form a v-shape in order to indicate he thought to slide one edge of the rack away from the wall like a wedge and make enough space for his lithe, compact body to investigate without risking moving the rack and sending it all crashing to the floor, "If we move this side from th' wall a bit t' make some room, I can m'haps squeeze back there an' take a look."Then, he found an edge to grip and waited for a couple of extra hands. I'm going to roll with advantage and assume at least one of you can hop in and lend your muscles to the task. The more the merrier. just going to pass this roll by myself. Edited after the roll to say, never mind, Kieran's got this.Athletics: esRHOzpw1d20+2
Once the rack was moved enough for him to get behind it, Kieran slipped behind the old bottles to investigate the small door in the wall for a way to open it, if it was locked, or at least to see if it was trapped. Investigation: 1d20+0 1d20+2·1d20+0
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Post by Jarovbees on Aug 1, 2019 19:31:18 GMT
The door was definitely sealed and wouldn't budge, though it didn't seem trapped. There was no key anywhere to be found nearby, but there was a coin-sized slot.
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