[DnD] The Haunting of Hargast (GFF D&D Adventure 3)

"Did he look like he found whatever it was?

Anyway, you must be awfully lonely down here on your own, have you never considered moving at all? There's a thoroughly charming pub just back that way a short distance. A bit scorched here and there but they serve a lovely breakfast"

I moved a short distance into the room, tapping the tiles in front of me gingerly with my staff, half expecting them to collapse.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

2 Dice Rolls Brigid's insight redux

"Oh my, yes! Every evening, someone shuts off all the lights and the security systems and everybody goes home to the village! They didn't come back this morning, though. I hope everyone is okay. Maybe they're all taking sick days. None of my business, I suppose. As far as the thing the tall fella's trying to get, I don't reckon he's found it yet. I heard somebody bangin' around in there only a few minutes before you folks popped in. Maybe he's an alchemist! They need bonemeal, you know, for their work. That's probably what it is. Just collecting bonemeal. Harmless.

At any rate I can't really move out. I confess it's not the most comfortable place in the world, but whenever I get more than a few steps away from my bones I get really irritable and pretty soon everything goes all fuzzy and the next thing I know I'm back here again. That's how I know the pit must be around here somewhere; I don't feel like stabbing you to death! Isn't that nice?"

Bob squeezes ahead of Argumentus, prodding at the tiles to try to locate the trap. Sure enough, the stones just in front of them fall apart on the lightest of touches and collapse into a 20-foot pit. The rubble falls into an array of jagged iron spikes. A single skeleton lies at the bottom of the pit, its skull perforated by one of the larger spikes.

"There I am! Can you believe I fell for that silly thing? Fell right down and cracked my ol' noodle open. Hell of a thing."

Trap sort-of-disarmed! 200 XP (40 each)
Insight: Though Brigid's understanding of nonverbal cues is limited where the undead are concerned, Jane appears to be on the level. There's no apparent reason to suspect her motives are anything sinister.

How ya doing, buddy?

"I can see how that might be a problem. Well how would you like to stay somewhere else instead? I'm sure we could fetch you out of that hole easily enough and bury you somewhere a bit nicer if you wanted. In the mean time, maybe you could help us look for whatever it was the chap was looking for? He might give us some kind of reward if we found it for him".

I gauged the pit, wondering at my chances of jumping over it without falling in.

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"Well, like I said, I don't really know for sure what he wants. But if I can help you fine folks with anything else, just ask! You're very nice, the whole time we've been talking not one of you has screamed or run away or tried to stab me. It's just basic manners, I suppose, but it's so rare these days. It's always look, a monster, let's kill it. I mean it makes no contextual sense but they still try."

I was speaking idiomatically.

The dwarf made a mental note to lay this woman to rest somewhere more populated when this was all over with. He may be the worst Paladin ever, but damnit. He was still a paladin.

"Right, well I vote we go kill the necromancer."

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

"Well if there's any other traps or secret doors around here you think we should know about that'd be incredibly helpful".

I jumped over the pit and started searching the room for treasure or anything else interesting.

"You don't mind if I have a little rummage do you?".

FELIPE NO

"I reckon one of these folks can lower me into the pit real careful-like and I can pull your bones out. Might take awhile but then we can bury you in a real nice cemetery with right nice folks and some pasture or whatever it is you been missin' about the above-ground world. Or, if you like adventurin' I suppose you can come with us. I'll make sure that skeleton-dwarf over there doesn't tie your femurs into his beard or nothin'."

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

Motsognir continues to stand at the back of the group, not socializing.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Argumentus stands motionless. His eyes track a moth negotiating the flame of a torch, teetering on the brink of life giving warmth and destructive fire. O little creature will anybody understand the duality of your existence as much as Argumentus?

There's nowhere I can't reach.

2 Dice Rolls *pit damage

3/5 of the party stands absolutely paralyzed, a-skeered of the g-g-g-ghost.

Bob backs up and takes a running leap over the pit. His spindly, girlish legs provide a totally inadequate degree of propulsion, and he careens downward. By some small miracle he manages to avoid all the nasty-looking spikes and lands heavily on his knees, getting away with only some bruising.

"Gee, it's nice of you folks to volunteer rescuin' me and all but usually people just climb down on a rope or suchlike. You don't have to grab me up straight away, you can finish whatever you came down here for. I got plenty of time, I figure. Anyways, the only other trap I know about is on the south door here, the one you didn't pop through. Got a poison needle on it somewhere."

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

The dwarf arched a brow and threw a rope from his pack down to the idiotic wizard.

"Right. Be useful and bring her bones up with you, woman."

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I cackle madly. Guess the idiot city-lady really wants comp'ny she can talk to! But now that I think about it, if one of the tallest of us can't make it over the pit, what about the rest of us? I know folks who live mighty comf'tably in houses smaller than that! I reckon we'll have to go bustin' in through the front door, or mebbe challenge the Squashizer.

I was speaking idiomatically.

1 Die Roll Athleeetex

Argumentus retrieves his rope from the previous room and then leaps across the pit...

On the other side, Argumentus throws part of the rope across.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Argumentus tugs down the rope and grappling hook, cleverly removing the party's only means of escape from the crypt. He barely makes the jump across the pit, and then throws the rope across while serving as an anchor on the other end.

Athletics DC for pit reduced, doom hilariously sealed

FELIPE NO

1 Die Roll JUMP

Motsognir jumps, too.

How ya doing, buddy?

I use the appropriated rope like a normal person.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

1 Die Roll Jumping

Misjudging the width of the pit ever so slightly, even my new boots were of no help as I fell marginally short and fell into the hole. Luckily, my enhanced elven reflexes and falling skills saved me from serious injury and I picked myself up and dusted myself down. As I was down here anyway now, I gathered up the ghost's remains in as respectful a fashion as possible, had a quick look to see if anything else of value had fallen down the hole and then climbed out on the rope proffered by the dwarf.

Making some vague excuses about that having been entirely deliberate, I stowed the remains in my pack and had another go at jumping the pit, now there was a rope to help and the dwarf having helpfully pulled me up on the same side I was on before.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

3 Dice Rolls *Brigid falls also

Motsognir nimbly leaps the pit without difficulty. Brigid, fancying herself more practical, grabs hold of Argumentus' rope and prepares to climb over. Unfortunately, with no one holding down the other end of the rope Brigid promptly swings into the side of the pit wall and falls painfully into a heap below.

18 damage, bloodied

Gabriel hauls Bob out of the pit, whereupon the elf promptly leaps into the void once more. This time he's not quite so lucky, and is left thoroughly punctured.

21 damage, bloodied (bit of an understatement)

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

I lay in the pit, groaning in pain and cursing whichever artisan decided that putting spike-filled pits in a mausoleum was a good idea in the first place.

I was bleeding quite badly so took a moment to catch my breath before calling up to the Horde and asking if they wouldn't mind pulling me up the other side this time.

Spend four healing surges

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

I... I had that comin', now didn't I.

I decide to take my frustrations out on the idiot city-lady what be makin' bad choices and such.

Healing surges back to full
Kick Bob while he's down

I was speaking idiomatically.

Argumentus throws his rope back across hoping maybe this time somebody will TIE IT DOWN TO SOMETHING, YES!?

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

The dwarf didn't quite know what to make of the spectacle. Turning to the ghost he muttered "They're usually better than this. Honest." And then he shrugged.

FELIPE NO

I call loudly for help instead of to be left in the pit with the idiot city-lady with whom I have very poor conversation

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

Motsognir takes a length of rope, ties one end to Argumentus, and lowers the other end into the pit to help the ladies.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

I climb out of the pit and thank Soggy most kindly. Then I stay the fuck put because deadly pit traps are deadly, even when they're visible and disarmed.

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