2. The First Delve

Fenwick motions for the others to be quiet and listen at the door.

"Can't understand a word of it," she whispers.

Pickles smiles at the thought of anyone walking past and seeing the group lent against the door listening, but he still moves up and gives it a go . . .

The language is unintelligible to all of you. Indeed, "language" might be overstating it. It sounds very primitive, almost animalistic. Although not resembling any creature you're familiar with.

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Day 3, 9:40 am
Fenwick, Elf 1: 5/5
Gabbro, Elf 1: 4/7
Jessica, Cleric 1: 5/5
Luther, Cleric 1: 5/5 (Lantern)
Pickles, Halfling 1: 4/4
Ricard, Fighter 2: 12/14

Link to Gabbro's mega-maps ...

"So, go in? Or leave this one for later?"

Pickles smiles, "It would be rude not to go in."

"Sounds like we better be ready."

Pickles takes that as a yes and moves forward to open the door, pausing only for the group to prepare themselves . . .

Ricard prepares for the worst as Pickles opens the door...

Fenwick readies her weapon, but doesn't burst into the room, choosing to hesitate in the open doorway a moment to get a good look at what they're facing first. She has a bad feeling about those noises.

Shield up Mace at the ready Luther makes ready at the back for what ever happens.

Ruined Chapel
The double doors open to reveal the remains of what was once the prison’s chapel. The floor is littered with smashed pews. A charred altar rests upon a dais at the far end of the chamber. Along the northern wall, a grisly larder of humanoid bodies has been assembled.

Standing towards the middle of the room are six wretched-looking individuals. They appear to be human, but their skin is deathly pale and they are filthy and unkempt. All sport a variety of tattoos, brands and piercings. They are equipped with scavenged weapons and armour that have been altered to sport savage hooks and barbs, serrated edges and jagged spikes.

It occurs to you that these are surely the descendants of those prisoners who, having become so institutionalised by the harsh conditions of Stonehell, elected to remain in the dungeon when its doors were flung open.

From the way that they ready their weapons and lick their lips at your interruption, this isn’t an encounter that’s going to be resolved through reasoned conversation …

There’s no surprise on either side - you could hear them, and there was no attempt from you to suddenly burst through the doors and into the room.

Before we roll initiative, does anybody intend to cast a spell?

Mapping information: 7-sided room that is nominally 40’ x 30’; the northwest and southwest corners are diagonal rather than square. You enter through the middle of the eastern wall. The westernmost 10’ of the room is a raised dais upon which the altar sits.

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Day 3, 9:40 am
Fenwick, Elf 1: 5/5
Gabbro, Elf 1: 4/7
Jessica, Cleric 1: 5/5
Luther, Cleric 1: 5/5 (Lantern)
Pickles, Halfling 1: 4/4
Ricard, Fighter 2: 12/14

Link to Gabbro's mega-maps ...

" Ah, a room full of crazies. Nice" Luther readies himself.

Sorry - my previous post could have been much more specifically worded ... does Gabbro wish to cast his Sleep spell?

Gabbro says "This hardly seems like good odds, does it?" and then begins to cast Sleep on the gang of (what I am thinking of as) postapocalyptic caveman bikers.

OK. Gabbro has declared that he intends to cast Sleep.

Now, can someone, anyone, please roll for initiative for the Hellions.

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Day 3, 9:40 am
Fenwick, Elf 1: 5/5
Gabbro, Elf 1: 4/7
Jessica, Cleric 1: 5/5
Luther, Cleric 1: 5/5 (Lantern)
Pickles, Halfling 1: 4/4
Ricard, Fighter 2: 12/14

Link to Gabbro's mega-maps ...

initiative

Hellions win initiative. We'll resolve in the usual order ... movement, missile attacks, spell casting, melee attacks. Please let me have your actions.