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Dungeon Crawling, Round 1!

Started by Anastasia, October 24, 2007, 03:31:02 PM

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Anastasia

Merc, for the greatswords, can you elaborate? Do you just want to see base +3 weapons or with traits attached? Details would be nice here. But eh, I'm feeling lazy and I've settled into a lazy position. Go ahead and propose something, the general markup is an extra 50% over SRD standard. Lord German will generally have almost anything you want...at a price. Also:

- Make Krog's cart Holding (2ooo pound weight limit, 100 cubic feet of space to work with): 10,000 GP.
- Make Krog's cart Protected (Krog's cart is warded against accidents, it gains a +4 bonus to checks vs tipping over, falling, being damaged and so forth.): 10,000 GP.
- Make Krog's cart Fire Immune(It doesn't burn or melt. Nice wooden carts.): 10,000 GP.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Merc

Krog decides to accept Lord German's offer of increasing the holding capacity of his cart, rather than getting anything else at the moment, and discusses such with Ayane.

ooc: feeling lazy too. >_>
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Dracos

Tossing Krog her share, Ayane slipped away a bit, changing out into her outfit and pulling on the soft but magical swimsuit.  "What a strange thing to find in a dungeon," She pulled at the fabric.  "I wouldn't expect beachwear to be useful or even sensible protective garb...but at least it doesn't inhibit my movement.  Still, seems like something that I'd expect out of some teenager's fantasy," She commented straightfaced as she slipped her not so magical gi into her bag for now and sat down, meditating.

----

Gently kicking the snoring orc, she gracefully walked by, a skip in her step as all signs of yesterday's painful encounter were long since gone.  "Come on, you slow poke, challenge awaits," She smiled, heading carefully down into the first room.

OOC: Timeskipping past healing and such, take 10 on balance.  Assume if/when leveling happens it'll just be announced.
Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

Just the cart upgrade? Okay. Make sure to track your GP and note your cart properties somewhere on your sheet, Merc.

The trip back down to the main room goes without incident. A door and an archway await unexplored. Further, the door to the knight's domain has been barred with steel chains and wooden boards, hastily hammered in.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Dracos

Ayane stepped forward and opened the second door, the one to the north.  "Well, they certainly aren't very friendly," She laughed a bit at that.
Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

Ahead past the door is a long, sloping hallway. It goes up and down in gentle U's, with a decidedly downward overall gradient. Torches line the walls, leading deeper in.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Dracos

"Come on, Krog," She lead onwards, careful and ready, having a feel for the dungeon or so she thought.
Well, Goodbye.

Merc

Krog nods as he pulls on the seemingly lighter cart, walking right behind Ayane, letting the monk girl scout for traps and whatnot.

ooc: still on same 'day', or shall Krog refresh his list of spells?
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Anastasia

Refresh, I'm assuming you rested a day. I'll post again in the morning, kinda tired tonight.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Anastasia

#264
Down and up they go! Past the first hill, the party is able to see that this goes on for some time. However, the next U shaped dip's bottom has what appears to be a filling of water, making it a ten foot deep pool instead of a path.  The pool is about twenty five feet wide, the water dark and a bit too dim to see much into.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Dracos

"This looks a bit much to take a cart across..."

Ayane looks into the water, trying to see if there was anything in the murk before tying a handy rock to the end of her rope, giving it a few swings and tossing it into the middle of the water, letting it sink and shaking it around a bit to see if anything disasterous would react to such an intrusion.
Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

#266
> roll 1d20+17
<Saulbot> Ko-Sageisakillerlolirobottoo rolled 1d20+17 --> [ 1d20=3 ]{20}


Ayane can see something shadowy moving in the wet depths. She can't make out what, however. With a splash the stone lands in, and after a few seconds the rope is pulled on!

What's your STR mod, Ayane?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Dracos

#267
+0, Ayane has no intent of getting into a wrestling contest with something though, so if she feels a yank that's hard, she's likely going to cut the line.
Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

> roll 1d20
<Saulbot> Ko-Sageisakillerlolirobottoo rolled 1d20 --> [ 1d20=10 ]{10}
> roll 1d20+5
<Saulbot> Ko-Sageisakillerlolirobottoo rolled 1d20+5 --> [ 1d20=14 ]{19}


Ack! in a moment the rope is ripped away!

Reacting?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Dracos

Ayane lashes out lightning fast, saving most the rope with a quick cut with a sharpened shuriken and stepping back from the moat.
Well, Goodbye.