B1.1 - Beginnings

[badams30]

Bert - Priest

Bert nods in agreement. He takes up the back, keeping an eye behind us, as usual.

[greyarea]

The secret door opens and you poke your heads in. This is obviously a guard post, with a small table, some chairs and a weapon rack.

The rack is empty.

The table has a few cards and some dice on it. There is a half-eaten hunk of cheese and a small remaining chunk of bread.

There is a door to the west. It is closed.

Actions?

[tumblingdice]

Tor briefly eyes the half-eaten food before remembering that he already ate breakfast. He'll listen at the door for any sounds on the other side.

[connivingsumo]

Slip

Tor briefly eyes the half-eaten food before remembering that he already ate breakfast.

Slip gestures to the half-eaten cheese and bread, "For Second Breakfast, then?"

The Scout then checks the Western door for traps.


Scout, Tinkerer, and Cartographer

+ Arrows = 20
+ HP: 5
+ AC: 5
Target priority: imminent danger (self or companion), then the target most injured.
When possible, Slip will always try to retrieve previously fired arrows.

[badams30]

Bert - Cleric

As the others check the door in the room, Bert stands watch in the door we came in from, keeping an eye out behind us.

[greyarea]

The door is unlocked. Slip (07) finds a trap. It's a simple alarm trap, a tripwire in case someone comes by that way.

The door opens soundlessly. You find a hall that soon splits into four directions. The way north leads to darkness. The way south turns west after twenty feet or so. The way east terminates with a door to the north.



Actions?

[connivingsumo]

If Slip is unable to disarm the alarm then she'll point it out so others can avoid it... she waves them through the doorway/passage.

[jcftao]

Fauk will take up a guard position in the corridor, watch each corridor as best he can. "Makes no matter to me whither we go."

[badams30]

Bert - Priest

Bert takes up the rear, constantly keeping an eye out behind us.

[greyarea]

The breeze in the corridors doesn’t indicate a way to go but they seem to whisper Which way?

Trebbelos grips the torch more tightly and says in a hushed tone, It’s almost as if the lord of this labyrinth is prompting us…