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Chinchster

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Hokk stood outside the sewer entrance with Wrecker and Werner. Strange city, seems on the up and up though. The weapons drawn fighting makes it like home. I will have to search around for some temples after we get some coin. I have yet to pray and make an offering. I wonder what Werner is gazing at, and Hokk peers over the fellow half-orcs shoulder. As he is about to speak Garret pops up, they all get into the sewer, Hokk holds it open for his companions and closes it up behind them checking to make sure they weren't seen.

"Lead the way Garret, let's see what Floon's got into."
 

Abrahms

One Thousand Club
Sewer:

Regrouping underground, the group followed a putrid stream flowing along this sewer tunnel, which leads in two directions. In one direction, you see a tiny symbol drawn on the wall in yellow chalk: a palm-sized circle with ten equidistant spokes radiating out from its circumference. At each split in the path the group followed the yellow marks.


As Fosco stays at the front, a noise catches his attention -- a spherical, grapefruit-sized creature with a bulging central eye and four stumpy eyestalks floats around the next yellow mark on the wall.
 

Ordo_Zenos

New Member
Trying to go unnoticed, Fosco does not move his gaze from the creature but points backwards at the others and sends a Message: "Circular, floating creature up here. Not from this plane. Hasn't noticed us yet. Do we attack?"

However, that movement is just what gives him away. So much for not attacking, he thinks. I've REALLY got to work on not being seen so much.
 

Garros

Member
Before Werner could reply to Fosco, the aberration had already unleashed an assault of magical rays on the party. The Half-Orc ducked and rushed forward, trying his best not to step on anyone's toes.

"Ugly thing, kill it with fire!" He shouts in response to Goldy's question. A bolt of fire streaked right above his head. "I didn't mean me!"

Annoyed at their current situation, Werner snapped his fingers. "Otje, pull on that thing's eyestalks!" The snowly owl appeared out of nowhere near their target. It swooped down and did as commanded. The claws didn't dig in deep enough for it to hurt, but it distracted the creature at least. Then Werner heard the pulling of a crossbow string behind him. He pushed himself to the wall right as the bolt soared past him into the monster's eye.

Apparently that was it. Werner released his breath and snapped his fingers again. Otje disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "Well that was something. I want to examine that thing up close before we go on."
 

RuneRW

Can't Rune away from me!
Goldy is quick to react but has no idea what are they actually fighting. "What's going on?" she exclaims, conjuring a mote of fire in her hand. When her allies clear out from in front of her and she has a better visual at the creature, she unleashes the energy as a Fire Bolt, but it flies wide of the creature. "Right, sorry!" she answers to Werner, before advancing forward and echoing his shout of "Kill it with fire!" herself, finally singing the ugly creature. After the fight, she forges onwards to those who were in the middle of the scrapping, asking "Anybody hurt? What was that thing? It's so ugly!" She says the last part with mock disgust.
 

Chinchster

New Member
Walking down the sewers ugh it's so cramped in here and I'll have to make sure I scrub down after this. He hears Fosco's voice in his head as he sees him stop ahead.

Hokk charges towards the eye stalk getting next to it seeing flames and bolts go flying past. "Guess I didn't need to do much today. No damage to me."
 

Ordo_Zenos

New Member
Seeing the gazer but not yet recognizing it, Fosco pelts it with his trusty three magic missiles. They never fail. After Goldy's firebolt singes it, he sees it near death and pulls out his crossbow, a gift from his father. The bolt goes straight through the creature's big, central eye and pins it squarely to the wall behind it as the thing gives its final wriggles.

Fosco nods appreciatively and smiles at his handiwork. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say. Chuckling at his own joke, which was definitely invented by him and not Goldy, he takes a look at the old crossbow. Beauty. A good name.
 

SiegeBro

Garret Goodbarrel
The group suddenly stops moving forward and Garret bumps softly into the half-orc shield in front of him. He readies his bow but can't tell what the obstruction is. Without warning, he feels a surge of cold flow through him and he is weakened. What was that?!?

Then, chaos. Garret hears one if the half-orcs shout about killing something with fire. There's a lot of movement and spells are flying through the air of the narrow sewer. Finally, Garret sees it, a little tentacled ball of flesh with too many eyes. He takes a shot at it with his bow, but the bedlam and encroaching walls have thrown off his aim. He then sees a crossbow bolt pin it to the wall and the creature is still.

What WAS that thing? No normal sewer rat, that's for sure. There must be easier ways to earn 100 dragons. He glances around to make sure everyone is still standing. "Well, friends, shin-deep excrement and magic beam-hurling eyeball monsters. Not exactly like the adventure stories, eh?"
 

RuneRW

Can't Rune away from me!
Goldy touches Wrecker's weapon, making it glow in a warm yellow light. "I hope you'll be able to see better this way." She says with a smile, before adding, half jokingly "Trust me, this isn't the worst thing I ever did for money. In any case, I'm sure it'll be worth it in the end."
 

Garros

Member
Werner peered into the room with the central pillar. The markings appeared to stop here. But there was something else... "I see arrow slits, there and there." He said in a hushed tone. "Defensive measurements, or perhaps a trap? I can vaguely spot a hidden door on the east wall down south."
 

Chinchster

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"Why not head to the secret door?" As Hokk approaches it and test the handle it is unlocked. He sees another door immediately behind it. Checking for traps he spots another arrow slit which appears empty.

Trying to be quiet, he goes to open the next door and there is nothing behind it as well, but it opens into a larger room with a door across the way and another immediately to his left. Hokk waves his companions in and tries the dooron his left to find food scraps and a bedroll. Might be fresh.

Hokk sees the adjusted Xanathar's guild symbol and scratches his head a little as he points, "Any of you ever see that eye part in the Xanathar's symbol? But I suppose we should enter these big doors then. Might have to prep for battle."
 
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Chinchster

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As Hokk opened the door a half-orc came running up and singed most of the party with fire, trying to get away, "You think it's going to be that easy?" Hokk said in Orcish. Wrecker charged in defeating one goblin.

With fury in his brow, ignoring the other enemies Hokk charged after the half orc, "You're mine!" As he swung and missed. Bolts flying, the half-orc tried to escape again but was cut down, "May the God's see mercy upon you in the after life."

Turning to his group Hokk sees Wrecker cut down the last goblin and it seems some other enemies disappeared. "Where did the creepy guys head off to?" Seeing his down companions and the downed human he goes to his group finding Garret looking the worst off. Hokk takes some time and gets his friends stabilized, looking at the new human on the ground, "You Floon? we were sent by Volo to come get you."
 
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Ordo_Zenos

New Member
As they pass the spot the spherical creature was guarding, Fosco is told there are arrow slits in the walls. Instantly suspicious, he looks through them. Except he can't find the slits. Too embarrassed to admit his failure, he moves on instead of telling the others to look.

Unfortunately, Fosco chooses just the wrong spot to stand as the others open the hidden doors. Before he can even act he is pelted with flames from a half-orc's hands. He runs in the room aiming to shoot the caster. While he's running, he glares the other direction at another creature in the room...and suddenly a goblin's arrow hits him square in the chest and everything goes black.
 

RuneRW

Can't Rune away from me!
Goldy followed the group pretty closely all along, all the while thinking if a fight breaks out, should I really be this close to them? And when they finally opened the double door, she instantly regretted her choice. Flames came roaring from an Orc's hands, singing the whole group. Sera promptly fainted from the heat and pain. She almost managed to steel her resolve to jump back into the fray before her allies stabilised her wounds.
 

Garros

Member
Werner looked at the symbol as the group proceeded. That eye certainly was an interesting detail. It probably was not a coincidence they met a gazer out of all things. Perhaps the Xanathar's Guild felt a particular kinship with beholder type creatures? The half-orc kept his speculation for himself as Hokk opened the door.

Then fire came roaring out of it. The clash of violence happened fast. Two of his companions went down in an instant. Werner's eyes darted between the unconscious Goldy and Garret. In the corner of his eyes he spotted something else in the room. A lanky creature in black robes, its head resembling an octopus. On its shoulders was a small... brain on legs?

Werner's mind raced. He could try and tend to the fallen to his side, but his knowledge of how to properly treat wounds and not get them infected was... limited at best. Should he engage in the fight despite the enemy's numerical superiority? But the threat he felt from that alien humanoid was too real. If only that fool of a guard captain had been more thorough...

An idea lit up the Half-Orc's mind. Even if that captain wasn't here he might still prove useful. Werner twirled his wand and flicked it with his wrist. The familiar stern voice of the captain echoed besides him. "We have you surrounded!" Tense seconds passed. The sounds of panic told Werner that most of the minions had fallen for it. Everyone except the octopus head. Instead of engaging, the strange creature and its 'pet' moved into a central room. Werner looked on as it placed some sort of stone in a pillar. A portal opened, and the octopus man walked through.

Fascination made way for relief, then panic as Werner heard Garret gurgling. That couldn't have been good. He rushed over, and tried to apply first aid as best he could. As expected, it didn't seem to do much. Luckily Hokk quickly arrived with a medicine kit in tow. Werner sat on the floor as Hokk went to work.
 

SiegeBro

Garret Goodbarrel
At the mercy of torch light, Garret explores some of the sewer rooms with the rest of the group. I'm about over this sewer. What I wouldn't give for a ship and the open water. As the group opens up a set of double doors, Garret sees a flash of light and smells the faintest tinge of burnt flesh before... nothingness.
 

Abrahms

One Thousand Club
Sewer:

Hearing the chaos of the fight seem to finish, the human peered up at the group thanks to some of their light sources. Painfully he pushed himself to standing, though wobbly, and nearly ran a hand through his hair until he seemed to think better of it. Still attempting to adjust his now ragged and worn down clothes he tried to make himself presentable, "Yes, I am Floon ... it's an absolute pleasure to know Volo was thinking of me ..." He frowned at the downed party members, "Should ... should we leave? I don't think your friends look too good ...?"
 

Garros

Member
Werner agreed with the party that the should stay for a while until the others had regained consciousness. Otje appears again and starts patrolling the hallways at Werner's command. He does his best to help move the others. Despite his Orcish heritage it is still a strain for him. After finishing that, he turns to Floon. "No my dear Floon, we should wait at least until the others are back to their senses. I do have some questions for you. But I understand if you want to maintain some secrecy. So I will only urge you to answer this one." He points to the central room where the Illithid had disappeared. "In the most polite way possible: What the fuck was that about?"
 

Abrahms

One Thousand Club
Sewer:

Attempting to help shift the bodies as well, Floon wasn't exactly the strongest either. He frowned at the blood and muck covering his hands, shuddering before turning to the half-orc adressing him. Adjusting his clothes again he eventually gave up, took a deep breath and then replied, "I don't know! The bastards thought I was Lord Ranaer and wouldn't listen to me! They beat me and stabbed me -- and that thing," he shuddered again, "I think it was poking around in my mind ... it was very unpleasant. All they kept demanding was where the dragons were -- and something called a Stone of Galor? Golar? No ... Golorr, that's what I think it was."

Floon tapped his chin in thought before seeming to snap back, "Either way, I think I can officially call them the worst company I've yet to keep!"

While he speaks, in the other room a "Bloody hells!" can be heard and some movement.
 

Chinchster

New Member
"You and Ranaer seem to attract some good company, don't ya?" as Hokk smiles. His face turns blank quickly hearing the voices and grabs his greatsword. He pulls a handaxe off his belt pointing the handle to Floon, "you may need this, but I suspect that shortbow may be more your speed. Werner, Wrecker, I think we have some company."
 

Abrahms

One Thousand Club
Sewer:

Floon held the handaxe awkwardly, "Uh -- but -- ... okay."

The double doors pushed open once more as a somewhat familiar face entered -- a scimitar in hand as he was joined by a dark-skinned dwarf. He pointed the blade at the group, "You bastards again! What te'fuck are ya doin' down here -- did you lot kill them?!"
 

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