[3.5e] World's Largest Dungeon - IC

[Ruess]

The darkness that swallows you in this chamber is filled with the stench of body odor beneath which swims the oafish prevalence of slime and through which you almost taste the presence of something too vile for words. You struggle to keep your stomach from roiling violently in that very instant when the vastness of this chamber lets you through the gateway into the yawning emptiness. In it your light sheds its glow revealing a floor covered in fetid splatters of mucus colored somewhere within ranges of grey and a sickening green. By consistency it appears like liquid, yet it holds a sticky nature that grabs onto your foot when your boot so much as brushes upon an a faint blob of it upon the ground.

To your immediate right you spy a great amount of hay covering the floor, free of the filth as far as you can tell. Neither the bright illumination nor that shadowy one sees its end for it continues in this way beyond your sight.

To your left lies nothing except the disgusting floor covered in this substance, and the cold stone that forms the wall separating this chamber's darkness from that of the vaster one you came from.

The orcs stand far ahead, but they have not noticed you. They seem to be flailing far more furiously than before, however. Then, without any warning, from one of them you hear a sudden shrill cry before it falls to the ground clutching its chest. It lies unmoving on the ground, yet its fall prompts the closest one to hastily pick up the fallen torch. A great degree of shouting arises from the three survivors, each of whom holds a distressed tone in their shouting voices now.

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You vomit right then and there. The nauseating stench overcomes you.
You are sickened until you leave this vile chamber.

[Silver Night]

Darla

Darla loses her lunch, "Any of you have magic that could clear some of this out? Some kind of brisk breeze or the like?" Nevertheless she forges ahead with the others.

[PeacefulOak]

Barack

Cringing at the sound of vomiting from behind him, the dwarf barrels forward, trusting his allies to continue with him.

"Let's take them all down! If they're being attacked, then we can take out both forces!"

[Ruess]

Your group follows Barack's lead. To your disgust you find the floor caked further in filth and the nauseating stench ever present in this chamber. The remaining orcs seem at first unaware of you, but one of them sights you perhaps out of the corner of its eye, and shouts an alarm that draws the group's attention upon you. The remaining two dash towards you, but for what reason you cannot say.

Spoiler: Mechanics

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You have been sighted.
Two remaining orcs are closing in. They are running at you since you did not declare combat.
You have one round of actions to prepare in unless you charge at them in which case you will meet one orc in the middle of their dash at you.

Roll for initiative. You mean these orcs harm as per Barack's plan.

[Silver Night]

Darla

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Init: (1d20+3)[19]

If there is time, Darla will try to shoot one of the approaching orcs in the round before they arrive!

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Attack: (1d20+1)[9]
Damage:(1d6)[4]

[PeacefulOak]

Barack

The dwarf growls at their approach, readying his morningstar and shield.

"I won't make the same mistake twice. When it gets close, I'll make one of them lie down, give us time to get up in their face."

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Readying an action (seeing as we're taking combat actions) to use my Command ability to make on of them Fall (apparently sleep isn't an option).

[J-H]

Nominh

Nominh starts running towards his foolish allies, seeing that battle is about to commence.

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He's 280' away from the group, and with adamantine plate the best he can manage is a triple move.

[Ruess]

Before the orcs close in Darla manages to get a shot off. Sadly, the shot veers off far from her intended target.

Nominh, having stayed away from the toxic room, rushes in and joins the group as they prepare battle formation.

All except the wizard - whom none recall seeing in the last few moments.


Combat begins!

Darla, take action!

After you, the prepared actions of PCs shall happen.

Spoiler: Mechanics & OoC

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Initiatives

Hostiles
Orc 1 - 16
Orc 2 - 16

PCs
Darla 19
PCs that did not roll their initiative: 7.

Our valued wizard friend is temporarily removed, to my sadness. We hope to see him again in the future.

[Silver Night]

Darla

Darla draws one of her swords and takes a swing at the nearest Orc.

Darla looses an arrow at the closer of the oncoming orcs!

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Alternatively, if they aren't in melee range yet, she will take another shot with her bow.

Attack:
(1d20-1)[14] + 2 (since I'm doing the bow instead) for a 16.
Damage: (1d6+1)[2] -1

[Ruess]

Resolution

Darla's arrow scratches one of the charging duo. It is a mild injury that is barely even a scratch but it is still a hit and an injury as well.

The subsequent counter-charge from your group catches the orc pair by a surprise; in their momentary lack of both planning and momentum your own crushing speed overwhelms them. In the span of but few breaths it is all over and silence once more reigns. You covered some forty feet into this chamber, and you think you see something dead ahead to the Eastern end of this chamber where you know that one orc lies on the ground.

You are victorious - and uninjured as well. But your wizard has vanished...

[Silver Night]

Darla

Darla points to the east, "Maybe if we head over there it will get us out of whatever this nastiness is."

[PeacefulOak]

Barack

Looking around quickly, Barack curses in the foul air. "Where the blazes did the blasted wizard go? Curse this hole. Let's carry on and check the bodies of those fallen orcs before we leave this place."

[Ruess]

Withdraw
You withdraw from that chamber of shadowy horrors and find yourself in the comforting light of the bonfire whose glow casts away the shadows on the edges of your vision. It is in the embrace of the warmth offered by the flames that you find your wits and strength of intestines again now that you no longer need to inhale that fetid air borne of something you do not want to think of lest nausea rise again.

Now calm and focused again you face the question of what to do...

[PeacefulOak]

Barack

The dwarf harumphs at their withdrawal, turning his hands to the fire. "Well then, where to now?"

[Silver Night]

Darla

Pick a random direction? It's so dark in here, it isn't like one seems much better than another.

[Ruess]

A sound in the dark~

You hear it in the general direction of the entrance you used to arrive here. From that direction comes the whinging of metal, the creaking of rock and metal grinding together, and echoes of boots upon this floor, distant as they may sound...

[Silver Night]

Darla

Darla spins toward the sound, bow at the ready.

[PeacefulOak]

Barack

"From the entrance, is it? I wonder if we have new explorers to compete with? What do you say, lads?"

[J-H]

Nominh

"We shall soon learn the answer to that question." Nominh puts himself between the group and whatever is approaching.

[Ruess]

You wait by the fire prepared for a friend or foe to draw to your location. You hear their footsteps which reveal the presence of one single person but somehow in the silence that grows with each breath their presence feels all the more increased. Not only that, but you hear their steps drawing towards your exact location.


At an inevitable point your eyes catch sight of them, a figure now approaching and whom you recognize as someone who was aboard that ship you arrived in, a fellow traveler more or less and who parted ways once off the ship.


But how is it they are here now? By themselves? And in your company no less?

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Please welcome our newest addition smasher0404.
Our second applicant is delayed and will hopefully join us in te future when they have fixed their life from the hurricane's damages.


smasher0404, please describe your character in fair detail in a post.

[J-H]

Nominh

The warforged holds his shield up. "Halt! I recognize you, but please confirm your identity in this strange place."