OOC: Just a reminder. Chandan has the baton and is leading this marching band. As soon as he moves, I'll drag the rest of you along. Here's the map with some numeric choices.
"I think maybe you're right, Ryssa. Your god, very close!" He says to the cleric, bowing his head in thanks and wincing as his neck cracks.
Grumbling and stretching out, the wizened old Easterner looks around. He's standing in the middle of a pile of goblinoid corpses, most still twitching or bleeding out.
Chandan walks unceremoniously over them, apologising to their mothers. An evil bunch! He praises the gods for giving him such quality comrades-in-arms.
"Light here is a two-faced friend. It reveals our enemies whilst waving them to us. We tread carefully. I go first."
The monk shuffles along to the next junction [2]. He's wary of opening doors. From recent adventures, he's learnt that a closed door is a happy door.
DM Chandan starts to lead the others. He walks to one of the intersections and peers around the corner. When he doesn't see any imminent threats, he steps into the corridor to his left and sees another passage that heads north and a side passage to the right. OOC: Lead on!
He marched along carrying his own torch. It might give them away, but they needed light to fight. The bugbears had been destroyed, which was necessary.
He continued to bring up the rear. With his bow he can help those up front if trouble comes from that direction. And he can protect the group from attack from behind ... hopefully.
She stays alert, her bow ready as always. She is missing Whisper. They could really do with their little scout now. She feels that she should be in the lead. Her skills are very supportive of a scouting roll but Chandan seems to want to shoulder that responsibility. So all she can do for now is stay wary and supportive.
"Oh no. I am feeling very well, thank you thank you." He replies to the cleric of Lathander.
He looks behind him, to make sure the Dragonborn are with him too, always reassured by their presence, and besides Luminmorn has the torch. And Jaliera and Davroar are safe, and the girl and Bern have retrieved their arrows.
All done, Chandan follows the open corridor, up to the next junction.
The passage to the right opens into a room. The Eastern wall of this chamber has collapsed into a mass of rubble. In this room, to the north, a door stands ajar. From this vantage it is still too difficult to see what continuing down the passage north will lead to.
DM As he approaches the door with care, Chandan sees that it is a good-sized storeroom. Dusty kegs are tucked neatly against the walls, all of them crached and split open from age.
As some of the group move off to the right to investigate a doorway and with Bern covering their rear, she decides her best position is to watch the dark corridor ahead, bow at the ready.
He had to smile as Chandan made his 'sneaky' approach ... when the light would have announced them quite some time ago. He continued to keep watch on where they had been.
He will follow a short ways into the rubble-filled chamber behind Chandan and Luminmorm. Davroar will take a moment to look at the collapsed wall to see if there might be anything interesting half-buried in the fallen rocks from the collapsed wall, and also to judge just how long ago this collapse happened.
DM Investigation of this area uncovers very little. Except for the fact that this area seems to be one that nobody has bothered with in a long time, the only benefit that can possibly be derived from it is security. While it might not be the most comfortable place, the door is sturdy and could easily be blocked or barred from the inside. The kegs are dry having evaporated a long time ago.
Cracked and split from age. He knows how the dusty kegs feel!
So the room might provide a defensible retreat if they need it. The question Chandan must ask, is do they need it now?
His friends look hale, but wielding of magic drains a person.
"How are we? We could take ten minutes here to recharge, I think, or we can push on." Chandan says, though he favours keeping their momentum, "Push on?"
DM After a brief discussion the group determines that now's not yet the time to worry about rest. So they move on. They let the elderly monk lead the way to...
There is a general consensus in the party, so he moves quickly (for his age) onwards. There's still one dwarf unaccounted for, and time might be of the essence. With torchlight shining from over his shoulder, Chandan shambles north along the corridor.
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