Expedition: White Plume Mountain

Boide sinks to his knees, exhausted and bleeding. He gives a vague nod to Tolvaj, then props himself up with his battleaxe. Boide begins to pray, giving thanks to his patron deity and drawing renewed strength to mend his wounds.

"Now that that's over," he says once his prayers have ended, "could we take a bit of a breather?" Boide takes a few deep breaths, somewhat winded.

In fact, he prays again for good measure as he still feels weakened from the battle. "Oh, and try that key."

"Well done friends. I am powerless before the arcane, even with all my prowess. Perhaps this indiscriminate smashing will not help us either."

Xasu rubs his chin and falls back to a wall, looking carefully over the room: the door, the orbs, walls, floor, ceiling...and trying to see if there is some obvious solution to this strange puzzle.

Valinar, tired of being stuck in this infernal room, smashes orb #9 and tries the key.

Valinar will pick up the gems and smash Orb #8, One of these has to work!

"If it's too good to be true, it probably is," mumbles Boide. He decides to try the key from Orb #8, temporarily ignoring the ring.

Valinar looks at the ring warily, being sure to step carefully around it rather than touch it. His lights dance in an agitated manner before rushing out the door. He follows them out quickly, trusting them to guide his way.

Wish these lights didn't require concentration, I'd keep them as a permanent fixture.

Boide claps his hands, thankful to be free of this room. He opens the door and pokes his axe through the portal to check if there's any invisible force that would prevent exit. If not, he steps out.

Still interested in the wand that was thrown in his direction Tolvaj will pick it up and inspect it a bit while following Valinar and Boide out the door.

Eithne helps gather up the treasure but not having any real understanding of material wealth she makes no distinction between the precious gems and the lead discs. She scoops up what she can and gives it to Ohica. When she gets to the talking ring sje picks it up and presents it helpfully to Ohica as well.

Ohica will take a short rest, examining the talking ring that Eithne has handed to her.

"If we don't have time to take a nap," says Boide, assessing the condition of the rest of the party, "then by Clanggedin's blessing I'll press on with the lot of ya."

He glances down at his torn clothing and bloodied armor. Boide looks about ready to say more, but decides to remain silent and looks to the party's decision.

Eithne studies Ohica studying the ring. The dwarf smells wary and uncertain. The entire pack smells wary. The other dwarf, Boide, smells exhausted but determined. The ring said it would help them if they wear it. Why don't they wear it? The ring doesn't smell like anything. Eithne cocks her head and waits to see what the pack does.

Tolvaj flips the wand in his hand a few time and points it down the hallway away from the others in the group. "I wonder... Nah, better not."

"I would like to take a while with this wand to determine its function. Shouldn't take too long."