Mouser screams in frustration, “of course it’s a trap!!!” and stabs away with little affect.

Scalpel (THACO 19) To Hit [1d20]=6, S/M/L Dam. [1d8]=6

Mouser stands ready and vigilant and suspicious. "I'm ready when you guys are to let this guy out - I'm worried there is something else nasty yet waiting in the darkness and have a feeling we should get moving"

Amethu thinks nothing of the brash and bombastic outbursts of the barbarian by now. He thinks highly, however, of his prowess in battle and willingness to keep living. The quest is yet likely to succeed. In the quiet seconds after the tumult a new voice echoes out and he raises his staff, wondering...

Mouser squints at the man’s answer. Wondering if a trap. He continues his questions as the others look to get their bearings.

“We’ll get you out of there. What else can you tell us about where we are. Who is this ‘Nos-four-atoo’ you mention?”

Welcome!!

Great use of Grandfather btw!!!

good stuff! That could have easily been a party wipe .

Do we have enough time to light a torch and scrounge for loot?

Androgst struggles - and revels - in his new size and strength. He is less effective at first but gets sizable feet beneath him and lands a solid blow! Long Sword: [1d20+4]=2+4=6 SM:[1d8+3]=4+3=7 L: [1d12+3]=6+3=9 Long Sword: [1d20+4]=12+4=16 SM:[1d8+3]=7+3=10 L: [1d12+3]=1+3=4 T hx for updating bo...

Amethu calls out so that his comrades can hear him. “This way. Not far to go!”

Can he tell how many levels down to get to ground level?

Mouser realizes maybe they should get some information first on who this person is before freeing them…

[sheet]“Who are you? How’s you get in there?”[/sheet]

Amethu

Trap door?!? Ugh.

Dex (11) [1d20]=7

Mouser shakes his head. "You know it's a trick.... but we have to check to make sure, right? Dammit, i hate this.." He waits in the back but will help with the lock if needed.

Androgost , not one for letting others have all the glory in battle, takes advantage of his new size and stomps forward on a direct path to lend his sword to Qleceec. Long Sword: [1d20+4]=6+4+3=13 SM:[1d8+3]=8+3+9=20 L: [1d12+3]=3+3+9=15 Long Sword: [1d20+4]=15+4+3=22 SM:[1d8+3]=1+3+9=13 L: [1d12+3...

fingers crossed

Amethu hears Torix just a few paces away in the darkness and shuffles forward quickly to where Cruloc lies. He quickly confirms it's him before casting slow poison on him.

Mouser follows along in silence. Hoping for some good news ahead but who is he kidding?

Octavios stands ready as the those with missile fire can see to business. He keeps his eye on the group of men for any untoward responses to the party.

Androgost grins eagerly as his form and strength increase to match the mighty figures before them. Clutching his sword he too makes his way up the path as fast as the group can keep up. 'To glory!"

Amethu calls out to his comrades “I heard the barbarian fall. I am useless back here. Guide me to him and I will lend aide as I can!”

Mouser seems a bit relieved that the spell worked. "that's something going in our favor..." He then reveals a vial of some liquid that was seeming hidden in his clothes. A little reluctantly, he passes it back through the ranks with a nod. "Drink this - it should help. No sleeping on...