FREE FOR ALL MODE IN EFFECT -- WILL NOT WAIT FOR ALL PLAYERS TO POST TO MOVE THE GAME FORWARD
Date: Autumn, 432 ca., Campaign Day 10
Time: 12:45
Weather: 65 degrees
Location: Steading Dungeon - Rockpile/SE Hallway
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Magic in Effect:
PfE 10' from Arqos
Wall of Fire - Cast 12:40.
Wall of Fire (west) - Cast 12:41
Arqos - potion of super heroism - Drank 12:41
Silence on MGC ??? [12:39]
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At so it was that with sword, spear, hammer, and mace, the party brought down the foul rot fiends -- the Dusanu! The three moldy skeletons were left smashed to pieces at the top of the rockpile. The party had not suffered any further injuries...the only lingering...issue...being the slight cough Flambeau cannot shake after inhaling a cloud of fungus spores that had wafted from the body of the rot fiend.
The party took a moment to take stock of their surrounds:
The party had smartly protected its flanks with well-placed
walls of fire. The only path forward was a narrow hall proceeding south east towards the area marked as "natural caverns" on Tanner's map. Approximately 40' feet down that hall, it began to fill ankle-deep in rubble left from the excavation of the odd stone door through which the Messenger escaped (by way of slipping through its cracks in gaseous (?) form). The door itself was a archway 10' tall at the top and about 12' wide at the base. It had no visible knob, handle, or even surface on which to push inward. It was obviously heavily adorned with carvings and relief work, but the soot left by the Messenger covered it too thickly to discern any detail. The suit of armor "vacated" by the Messenger still lay on the ground, covered with a thick layer of soot.
Another 10' or so feet further, the hallway slopes downward at a sharp 40 degree angle, into darkness.
The party was in somewhat of an odd position - some members were at near to full strength - if not enhanced. The party had a respectable array of magic still at their disposal, even if most (or all?) of their healing spells were depleted. Other party members remained a hit away from certain death.
Arqos's pendant burned with a steady heat - the Lord of Light, at least, wanted the group to finish its assault.
The party was left to plan its next steps.