[Game Thread] Pranks and Pitfalls

[sammichweasel]

Garr grins widely, happy with his new power. Although now he can't look very hard at any of his companions - he might murder them by accident!

A bit more concerned now, Garr glances about furtively to avoid settling on any one person for too long. All of this conveniently distracts him from the loss of the magic food-maker, and he sets about carefully butchering what's left of the wolves.

[Caput]

Vell gives him a good scratch. "Good boy." She looks around at the rest of the group. "OK, I have to admit, you're pretty good. I think this is going to work."

[Frogman]

Our little circumstantial group really did pull together didn't it? Soilir nodded, agreeing with Vell, Though I can't help but wish...never mind.

She hops Oh dear gods I'm hopping now! I'm like food! over to Guiness at the ramp and turns back to the assembled rag-tag, curse bedraggled, people, Shall we?

[Still_Pond]

Guiness smiles at Soilir a warm and charming smile that is made a bit creepy by his solid and unreadable black eyes. "Nothing buildsss a community like mutual cursssesss and the threat of violent death. After you m'lady."

[Fragmaster01]

Garr: You now are the proud owner of 3 Wolf Meats. They look yummy.

Soilir: You hop with passion. It's quite fun. *boing*

 

A repost of the map, for people who like to see where they're going. Pretend the things on the map wanting to kill you don't exist, as they're dead and butchered now.

[Frogman]

Thank you, you're a very polite...giant...snake...person, Yeah or he's sending me in first as some kind of bunny-shaped bait! Soilir says as she carefully makes her way into the next room.

[Fragmaster01]

OOC Which door? There's three.

[Caput]

Vell swings open the door on the left and attempts to stand in it so as to be dramatically framed. You never know, there might be sentient enemies on the other side.

[Fragmaster01]

Vell: You push the door open dramatically(despite the slight squishy feeling in your hands when you do this). It clearly hasn't been opened in some time, what with the cloud of dust that rolls out of the way.

This appears to be a thin hallway, with little doors on either side, spaced such that you assume this is a dormitory of sorts. Ancient monk bedroom hall? The stone tiles on the ground are engraved with little symbols. Words perhaps, though you can't rule out the possibility of badly crafted artwork.

After about 5 doors on either side, it opens up into a small octagonal room of similar style(though not similar size) to the previous chambers. The centre has an impressively tight spiral staircase, while the outer layers have little rusty torch brackets(currently missing their lights), and a wee little altar at the far end, currently bearing a small stone bowl(empty). There's a mural above the altar of people praying in a grove of trees. At least, some might assume they're people; it seems to be heavily weighted towards the elves and fauns in the mural.

OOC People with Druidic can read the tiles, as well as a small inscription on the altar. Anyone reasonably paying attention will note the altar can be opened. The doorways here have locks, but most are rusted over, and will need... alternative methods of opening applied.

[JonnyGulliver]

Tinkerer absently follows behind the rest, somewhat distracted as he is very focused on fiddling with his gun. (Oh grow up, guys!) He looks up when he enters the room, and his eyes go wide when he spies the bowl.

Hey! CANDY!!!" He screams as he scampers toward the altar to view it's contents.

[Still_Pond]

Originally Posted by Soilir

Thank you, you're a very polite...giant...snake...person,

"Ormu. I am an Ormu. It isss my pleasssure." Guiness says in his slow hissing way.

He is the second to last one to enter the octagional room, not wanting to lead but also not wanting to be the straggler that gets eaten. He looks around the brightly colored room looking for areas where the auras are brighter or interesting in some other way.

He slithers over to the tight stairway and peers up. Yup, impressively tight. He considers going up there, but climbing spiral stairs sounds like a lot of work and he doesn't know what bad things might be up there. Better to let someone else go first. After taking a casual look at the alter and various carvings, he again finds some sort of out of the way place and half-heartily hides.

 

ooc Knowledge roll to see if he knows something about the alter/carvings. Dice Knowledge Nature or local: 1d20+8 (10)+8 Total = 18 Dice Stealth check: 1d20+6 (13)+6 Total = 19

[sammichweasel]

Curiosity begins to set in, and the idea that maybe finding more wolves might get more ear scritches prompts Garr to begin rooting about, darting from door to door and sniffing... everything.

 

Dice perception with Scent:

1d20+8

(4)+8

Total = 12

[Fragmaster01]

Tink: Hey now, this is interesting, the bowl doesn't actually appear to be empty. Rather, it's got a few(7) metallic beads the exact same color as the bowl itself, as if to hide from others. Tricky tricky! And hey, the altar is more like a stone chest than an actual altar. Maybe there's more marbles inside.

Guiness: Hmm. You're unlikely to make it up the staircase normally: too tight, stairs too small. You briefly consider wrapping around someone and making them climb, though it has been years since you were young enough to engage in a piggy-back ride without being embarrassed.

You seem to know that the runes are Druidic, but what they actually mean is beyond you. Darn. The altar doesn't seem to bear any traits of a specific order, sadly. Curse these ancient druids and monks for not labelling their places of worship.

Garr: It smells like rotten wood and rusty metal. Very boring, and no one to eat inside.
Wait.
Wait wait.
You smell... a squirrel! It's up the stairs! Oh, it thinks its being sooo sneaky. Didn't fool you, now did it!

[sammichweasel]

Garr's ears fly up, then instantly lay back down. Prey. Small prey, but he knew an excellent recipe for squirrel au jou! He'd need a couple more, but he wasn't letting this one get away!

"SQUIRREL!" With that, Garr bounds up the stairs at full lope.

[Frogman]

Oh no... Soilir groans as she follows the bounding "dog" up the stairs, Garr? Garr! Don't run off we have no idea what's in these rooms!