[DnD] Tomb of Horrors (GFF D&D Adventure X)

The boys catch some fish. Due to the conditions of their environment the piranha are undernourished and kind of slimy, but having fallen through that portal it's hard to say how long it'll take to find a way out of the tomb. There were still plenty of rations to go around, but no sense cracking those open when dinner comes right up to you.

Garold gives the room one more once-over, looking for any obvious ledges or outcroppings. Though the rough stone walls might be climbable by an expert, there's nothing that protrudes far enough to hang anything on.

That "rusty thing" was a glitch in the map export, sorry

Suspicious, Gra-fa-zut scans the room for any hint of arcane skulduggery. But there's nothing to be found; it's just your typical mundane giant fish barrel.

I was speaking idiomatically.

After successfully spearing a few of the more curious piranhas, Garold is satisfied he hasn't lost his touch. The genasi had assured the party that they were fish of the non-magical variety, but considering their native environment the catch of the day was still rather unappetizing. It had been worth it just to watch the kobold's fishing technique though. I guess when all you have is a throwing hammer, everything looks like a distant nail.

Seeing as he was an agent of the god of the sea, he decided he'd better find a use for the fish he'd caught if he didn't want to have to choke them down later to prevent a future involving holy smiting. Ensuring to keep his fingers away from the sawtooth fangs of one until he was quite sure it was dead, he proceeded to slice it up into bite-size pieces and flicked a few into the water. He was curious to see if they'd eat their own given the proper presentation.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

1 Die Roll Boing!

I continued tossing the grapple end of my chain over to the free platform until I figured it was vaguely attached then tied the other end round my waist. Hoping that my years of playing hopscotch as a child would serve me well, I did a few warm-up lunges before leaping towards the platform.

I made it, barely, and scrabbled up onto the platform, investigating the hatch once I was sure of my footing.

How ya doing, buddy?

Garold tosses the bite-size fish chunks into the water experimentally. Sure enough, the piranha were all too happy to chow down on their own dead.

Beefi boldly leaps the 15 feet to the empty platform. Peering down into the small window set into the hatch, he sees a mosaic tile floor about 30 feet down.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

I attempt to lasso the platform Beefi just jumped over too. If that succeeds then I tie the rest of my rope around the platform I'm located on and throw the leftover slack to Samwise so he can do the same.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

I attempted to open the hatch, teetering on the edge of the platform in the process. With it open, I listened out for any sounds below before hooking my grapple over the edge and dropping my chain into the hole below.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

I was just waiting patiently to see if Beefi could find a way down. I tied the rope and tossed it to Garold.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Garold caught the rope and looked at the halfling quizzically. Then at the genasi, then back at the halfling, trying to detect any indication of bad blood between them. Neither seemed to be showing any, so Garold assumed it must be some kind of joke they shared from prior adventures together. At any rate, Garold didn't want to alienate anyone, so he smiled awkwardly and tossed the rope to Gra-fa-zut.

He then busied himself chopping up the remaining piranha he'd caught, while softly singing an strange little song he'd heard somewhere before.

Fish heads, fish heads.
Roly-poly fish heads.
Fish heads, fish heads.
Eat them up, yum!

Now he just had to wait for Beefi to clear the platform.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

I noticed the shifter looking between me and Shorty, and I was honestly just as confused as he was. "Midget Boy, did you forget someone?" Nevertheless, I tied the rope as best I could and tossed the free end BACK to the man so he could more easily toss it over to the platform with the trapdoor.

I was speaking idiomatically.

"Nope."

I had.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

No sounds down the hatch. Seems pretty quiet. Yep.



How ya doing, buddy?

I slid down the chain into the room below, hoping that my enthusiasm wouldn't be me undoing if there happened to be a bunch of nasty creatures looking for a fight down there.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

3 Dice Rolls Everybody outta the pool!

Well, showtime. Garold tied the rope Gra-fa-zut had thrown him around his platform before scooping up the pile of chum he'd made and throwing handfuls of it to the far edges of the room. If the piranhas were going to go into a feeding frenzy he wanted them doing it away from him. He then grabbed the free end of the rope and made a quick judgment on whether it would reach the hatch platform before he decided to take it with him or not. Then, he pounced.

Atheletics check. Standing horizontal jump.
14 + 6 = 20. 10 feet jumped.

Shit. Splash.

Athletics check. Swim.
Athletics check. Climb.


Jam it back in, in the dark.

3 Dice Rolls climb?

I attempt to tightrope walk across the line I have strung to the hatch platform.

10+8 so probably not?


If that didn't work I swim for it while screaming like a little girl and climb onto the platform.

21 to swim and 20 to climb out.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

4 Dice Rolls *Nope.

Beefi slides down the chain, descending into another long corridor. Luckily, this one provides some illumination from a lantern on the north wall, and he can get the lay of the land without waiting for the others. The hallway is lined with massive paintings, 10 each on both the east and west walls; each of the paintings is perhaps 10 feet wide and 15 feet tall, reaching floor to ceiling. The only other notable feature in the corridor is another mist-filled archway at the south end.

Garold's quick thinking saves both Slim and himself from too much injury, as the mass of piranhas are largely busy feeding on the hastily-made chum. Not all of the fish were so easily distracted, however, and they both take a few bites while scrambling up onto the hatch platform. Garold makes it up first, only to have a frantic Uxig shove him down the hole in an effort to make room for himself. Garold grabs desperately at the chain on the way down, but can't get a solid grip. He slams painfully into the tile next to a startled Beefi.

17 damage to Garold, piranha bites
15 damage to Uxig, piranha bites
20 damage to Garold, 30-foot fall

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

1 Die Roll oops

Slim climbs down down the chain and helps Garold up.

Let us never speak of this again.

Rune of mending on Garold and then sit down and burn a surge myself.

one surge +6 for Garold

That unfortunate business out of the way Slim examines the paintings on the wall.

How ya doing, buddy?

Tiring of relying on the others for illumination, I removed the lantern from the wall, resolving to return it to it's rightful place on our way back out. Never let it be said that Beefi Kertanz took something that wasn't his without permission. I waited for the other two to emerge, not wanting to inadvertantly blunder into any pit traps like the ones we found in the first corridor and with no obvious way back up out of the fish room, wanting to retrieve my chain before heading onwards.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Garold wasn't quite sure what happened. He recalled making it to the hatch without severe injury, but everything after that was a bit fuzzy. It might have something to do with the pain. Or perhaps a minor concussion. Yes, that might be it he thought before passing out. And so, Garold remained where he lay, a crumpled soggy heap at the bottom of the chain. At least the sunrod had survived the trip with him.

take a break, use a surge

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

2 Dice Rolls acrobatic recovery

(Delay action until the tile is clear to approach without knocking someone flying)

I never much liked water. It was a stark reminder of how much liquid there was in the world that hadn't been converted to whiskey yet. I shrugged and decided to tight rope across the line that had been strung. Not so much because I didn't think I could jump it, as it would just be flat out cooler.

15+4 = 19 prolly a fail, god fuck you so fucking hard fucking dice.

As I slipped, I tried to snatch the rope on the way by with my hands, hoping to hand over hand it to the damned tile instead.

15+6 = 21? Fail or pass, fuck dice.

FELIPE NO

1 Dice Roll *what's taters, precious

Slim checks out the paintings. All of them share a similar motif; creatures both extraordinary and mundane, posing with multi-colored spheres.

On the west wall, north to south:

A naga balances a gold sphere atop its head.
A withered mummy holds an orange sphere at its waist.
A burly minotaur stands with one of his hooves atop a purple sphere.
A sneering lamia holds a bronze sphere at her hip.
An owlbear carries a grey sphere atop its broad back.
A sahuagin balances atop a bright blue sphere.
A red slaad grasps desperately at a white sphere that hovers overhead.
A satyr tucks a turquoise sphere between its head and its left shoulder.
An illiithid tucks a scarlet sphere into a belt pouch.
A medusa aims a crossbow suspiciously at the pale green sphere lying at her feet.

On the east wall, north to south:

A werewolf's right shoulder is adorned with a pale blue sphere.
A wingless gargoyle clutches at a silver sphere on the ground.
A fire giant's crown is topped with a green sphere.
A kenku reaches over its back, tucking a yellow sphere into its pack.
A yuan-ti stares reverently at a pink sphere hovering overhead.
A massive hydra chews on the fresh carcass of a horse, ignoring the black sphere that has fallen from the saddlebags onto the ground.
A heavily-scarred kuo-toa carries a pale violet sphere over its shoulder in a net.
An elderly human mage gazes fearfully at his feet; he has nearly trodden upon a yellow-brown sphere.
A four-armed skeleton wields 3 scimitars; the fourth hand dangles at the waist, grasping a red sphere.
A winged succubus holds an indigo sphere well over her head, as though tauntingly keeping it out of reach.

Samwise tries to keep his balance on the rope, but it's no good; he hadn't been that steady on his feet for a long, long time. As he awkwardly topples over to his left, he manages to grab the rope on the way down and makes his way over to the hatch the slow way. It could have been worse, but that's small consolation as the piranhas rip little chunks out of his calves.

6 damage to Sam: piranha bites (half damage for partial immersion)

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Vaguely remembering something from the crappy poem on the floor by the entrance about avoiding green and black or red being good options (And wondering if we could have just walked through the first misty portal to get here rather than mucking about with trap rooms and homosexual elves), I took a closer look at the picture of the hydra.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

1 Die Roll ACRO

Holy crap haven't been on here in days thanks holiday week/end

ACROBATICS TO SEGMENT 1? Oh fuck no I fell.
Swiftcurrent my way back up?

Most amazing jew boots

There's not much more to discover about the hydra painting. It's very badly done; everything is composed of simple, bright colors and judging from a few spots where the painter failed to conceal the canvas at all, the whole thing is literally paint-by-numbers. The rest of the paintings are just as incompetent. The spheres are the only thing made with any talent, as though a second painter added them on top of the clumsy works on display.

Gra-fa-zut makes it across the platforms with significantly more effort than is really necessary, but is unharmed.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Slim starts poking the black sphere suspiciously. Should that illicit no response then precedent states that it's hammer time.

He immediately starts into an elaborate dance routine at the prospect of yet another puzzle that can be solved by HAMMER TO THE FACETM.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Enter puzzle room via climbing down chain/rope. Will add more on puzzle when I get home after work.

I was speaking idiomatically.