"Dam, there are webs everywhere. I say we step back and torch the webs with some oil and burn these spiders, then it will be safe to advance. What do you say?" asks Rufus seeing no other way. "Who has oil to do this?"
"Rufus will lead the way back down the passwage away from these webs, keeping a good eye out for spiders".
Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 2, 2012 7:23:44 GMT -6
"I don't care what you do, but do it quickly," wheezes Wendel. "These webs are making me nervous."
"Oh, very well then!" complains Dugel, and shuffles around to pull an oil flask from his pack and toss it to Rufus. "That there is no lantern fuel. It's firewater. It goes up good and quick, so don't burn yourself."
Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 10, 2012 23:33:12 GMT -6
"Are you quite mad?" inquires Wendel, holding a handkerchief over his mouth to cough. "I for one am not overly keen to expose myself to that arachnid monster any more often than is absolutely necessary!"
"Now yer thinkin'," agrees Dugel. "Let's get on ahead!"
Leaning down to Rufus, Mads says "I don't think we're going to reach any consensus on this. I say we push forward, take the ascending stairs, and hold onto the fire water for emergencies." With that, he draws his sword, splits his magical light half trailing behind them and half ahead, and makes his way towards the stair.
Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 14, 2012 22:45:41 GMT -6
Up front, Mads leads the trio through a dozen yards of cobwebbed passageway to the landing, where he begins to climb the stone stair.
Having no mail or plate armour, they make little noise as they climb with Mads' animated candle flames lighting the way.
Having climbed a dozen or more steps of the narrow stone stair (in single file), Mads now sees the dull glow of torch- or lantern-light illuminating a doorway some score or so more steps ahead of him...
Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 16, 2012 17:32:10 GMT -6
Now that he stops to listen, there is certainly some sound ahead. What is that? Whispering? Mumbling?
By some good fortune, Mads excavated the wax from his ears only last spring, and his hearing is sharp as a bat's. That must be voices ahead, he determines; at least two of them muttering in hushed tones. A couple of fellows might be on the landing ahead...
Mads frowns slightly and cocks his right eyebrow. Turning his head ever so slightly, he makes a hand gesture to indicate that there are three people at the landing of the steps, and makes a throat-slitting motion.
He impatiently awaits for a gesture of approval from the remaining party before moving forward.
Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 24, 2012 7:13:39 GMT -6
Mads orders his hovering candle flames to the rear of the company with a flick of his wrist. It is fortunate that there is a light burning ahead and that the tiny candle flames are so small, else whoever was on the landing would surly have noticed the approaching lights.
Mads creeps upward as carefully as every he may in order to get a peek at the landing [1d6=2], but alas! His sword belt scraps upon the wall before he reaches the summit.
"Whassat?" startles one of the voices on the landing...
Realizing their severe disadvantage on the stair, Mads whisks half of his magical candlelight up and onto the landing. "Ho there! Friend or foe?" he barks. "A giant spider trails us, so speak quickly."
Last Edit: Jul 26, 2012 12:15:59 GMT -6 by verhaden