Floor 1 "Wheel": 1-1

[Anastasia]

<Kobot> Kobrb rolled 1d20 check for varian pending ACP, just seeing if the DC 5 check is in any danger of being failed --> [ 1d20=7 ]{7}
Kobrb rolled 1d20-1 check for shadow pending ACP, just seeing if the DC 5 check is in any danger of being failed --> [ 1d20=9 ]{8}

Varian has -2 STR modifier and a -2(Varian, you could have selected a masterwork chain shirt, but this hardly matters since even with that you'd be a 4 instead of 3. Anyway, rotten luck.

Shadow climbs down without incident! Varian is not so lucky, his grip slipping and leading him to a short, partway fall down to the hard ground!

<Kobot> Kobrb rolled 1d6 --> [ 1d6=5 ]{5}

Current HP is 10/15, Varian. Owwies.

As Varian gets a serious bruising from his fall, Shadow looks around! It's a long, dark corridor - it branches off at several points, about nine of them in total, as well as continuing ahead. It's very quiet down here, besides an occasional hiss. It's also a little warm.

[Merc]

Ouch. Okay, note to self, focus a bit more on physical abilities when the chance comes up.

Varian grumbles lightly as he casts another spell, this time seeking to repair some of the damage he's taken from the fall. He had no desire to hobble after Shadow, especially if another creature decided to be rude.

OOC: Casting cure light wounds

[Anastasia]

<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d8+3 --> [ 1d8=1 ]{4}

Sauled. 14/15 HP for Varian.

Varians wounds heal most of the way, his magic enough to stop the pain and suffering.

[Merc]

"Any preferences on routes?" Varian asks as he joins Shadow and looks at the branching paths.

[Dracos]

OOC: Nine huh...mm.
IC:
"Assuming it is a wheel and the goal is the center and we moved somewhat east with our route through the pit, we'd want a south western route to get toward the center," He looked over the routes, choosing the first one that moved in a south western direction.  Shadow keeps a sharp eye out for any sign of that creature returning down one of the paths.

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Ko_in_a_box rolls 1d20+9 and gets 19." [1d20=10]

Total of 18 instead of 19, small typo.

The paths are small and somewhat cramped, the roof only coming up to six feet away from the ground. There's a bit of a clinging mist here and there and it's rather dark. There's a path to the southwest found - but as you look about, you notice something shiny in the path besides the southwestern one, going more west than south. It's quite a ways down, just catching a bit of light to gleam.

[Dracos]

Moving a bit closer to get a better look, Shadow went slowly, pointing it out to Varial.  "Let's keep our eyes open...it could be a trap."

[Anastasia]

About thirty five feet ahead lies a dead end! At it lies a skeleton, it's hand outstretched. Lying besides it's hand is a golden key, about the size of a dagger. There is a backpack lying next to the skeleton.

[Dracos]

Raising an eyebrow, Shadow ties a knot around the ten foot poll...and tosses it over to thump next to the skeleton.

[Anastasia]

The stick lands silently on the floor near the skeleton. Nothing seems to immediately happen.

[Dracos]

He tugs it, hoping to dislodge the skeleton and send it moving some distance on the floor.

[Anastasia]

The stick silently scrapes against the floor! It hits with a dull thunk against the skeleton, but fails to move it at all. It barely jostles, but not much at all.

[Merc]

"Well, nothing's been seriously trapped so far, but no reason not to be cautious. Something did this guy in, obviously," the gnome replies as he approaches a little closer to the skeleton, trying to see if there's any sign of what killed whomever that was.

[Anastasia]

How close are you getting to the skeleton? You're about 35 feet away, Shadow's a hair over ten.

[Merc]

5ft close! =D