Rin is off like a shot to join Faolan in the room, giving Sen a little tug on the elbow as they do so. (They're pretty sure they don't need to tug him. But it's part of the fun! And they want to make sure he knows he's included.)
Rin's going to dart past Faolan and into the room, where they ask Fae via message if he's looked for traps; if he hasn't, they'd like to look.
Dima follows with less hurry, but no less interest. He'll hang toward the back of the group for now.
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Faolan hasn't looked for anything at all. He does shoot a pained look at Dmitri when the thieves hurry past him. His hand stays resting on his scimitar's hilt as he follows them in.
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Dima returns the look and adds another roll of his eyes. [ No rash of ghouls can dampen the bliss of thieves. ]
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Taking up a large portion of the room is a large featherbed that was once opulent and is now simply rotting away. On one wall is a wardrobe; the torches Faolan mentioned are stored in a crate in the corner, and beside it is an open leather sack of candles.
A wooden footlocker is at the foot of the bed.
[PERC; checking for traps d: 8; staring into a corner. thinkin about fae. r: 22 f: 22 s: 17]
There are no traps.
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Rin's going to gesture to the footlocker, indicating that Sir Sen ought to join them in this uncovering!
Dima's going to move to the wardrobe, and maybe he brushes just a little against Faolan, and maybe it was an accident or maybe is wasn't; who can say in such close quarters? The point is: Dima would like to look into the wardrobe, while Rin (with Sen? pls Sen?) would like to get into that footlocker.
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The wardrobe proves to hold only some very old, black robes. Faolan barely notices the brush; his head is cocked as though he's listening to something beneath the ambient chanting, his brow furrowed.
Sen does in fact join Rin; the pair will find the chest is unlocked, and opening the lid reveals a small horde of treasures clearly taken from adventurers over time.
Rin will now also hear the noise Faolan is listening to: a shifting, scratching sound.
Slowly, carefully, Faolan says, "Everyone. Back up. Back out of the room."
[dm: The horde in the chest includes several potions and a very obvious spellbook alongside other tempting items of value.]
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Rin's hand is on their shortsword immediately; at the first sign of the sound, their attention has been torn from the treasures (though they want to see what was there; it looked like an admirable collection!) (that sound can mean no good, though), and Faolan's words only sharpen their attentiveness.
Okay, yeah, the trove here looks good. ...The trove here looks too good, and it really ought to've been locked, and yes, yes, Rin's going to slip from the room, but not without nudging Sen, signaling emphatic agreement with Faolan's decision.
Dima was inclined to continue looking at the robes - the material, the make, whether any of them contain objects or suggestions of note - but Faolan's voice draws him back, sets him moving swiftly, carefully from the room.
He doesn't know what Faolan's observed. He also isn't going to doubt the man's suggestion; he simply moves.
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Sen, who doesn't hear the sound, is agreeable enough to follow the suggestions made - but not before reaching out and trying to palm one of the potions. (17 Sleight of Hand).
It's not for certain that this caused what happens next, but.
The walls of the bedroom crumble as two ghasts burst from hidden crevices. One makes for Faolan, and the other for Sen.
Ghast 2 (Sen) lunges at him, jaws wide, and he falls back into the wardobe as it attacks. His fall actually sends the Ghast *into* the wardrobe, giving Sen enough leeway to wriggle out and away from it. (Nat 1.)
The second Ghast (Faolan) likewise lunges, swiping at Faolan with its overgrown fingernails. It scratches him, dealing 8 points of slashing damage. And Faolan makes a constitution saving throw. He barely makes it.
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Rin's going to use their bonus action to Dodge, then move into the room, past Sen, to attack the ghoul that's against Faolan, thinking about Faolan's earlier suggestion and about making sure Dima has space to join.
They're going to attack with the shortsword/dagger combo and—
Shortsword hits for 6 points, dagger misses.
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Though Dima wants to hurry to Faolan, he sees one very clumsy ghast struggling amid some potentially very flammable cloaks and a potentially flammable wardrobe.
So Dima is going to cast Burning Hands against the ghast in the wardrobe.
[dm: The ghoul and the wardrobe take 8 points of fire damage; the clothes do begin to burn, and let's say that's 1d4 extra, and 1d4 at the start of the ghast's next turn if it fails a dex roll.]
Dima's going to use the rest of his movement (he's used 20ft so far) to back outtt of the room again.
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Fae is going to draw his scimitar with his off hand. In his main hand, he's going to cast Flame Blade.
A flaming scimitar appears in his hand, shedding bright light in a 10-foot radius around him. And with that, he's going to attack, then make a bonus attack with his not-on-fire scimitar.
...The flame blade abruptly vanishes.
To be fair. It's the first time he's ever cast the spell. So. As a bonus action, he's going to just. Conjure that right back up, but it does mean his turn is over.
He is swearing his outrage right now.
Sen, meanwhile, has a potion bottle in one hand and really would like both hands free to cast or fight, so he does the sensible thing: he throws it at the creature attacking Rin.
(“Attacking.”) (“Rin.”)
Okay; he makes a 14 on the ranged attack; the potion arcs across the room and shatters against the ghast. The moment the liquid inside is exposed to air, it bursts into flames, engulfing the creature, doing 3 points of damage.
The ghast remains on fire, clawing at itself and screeching, and will take 1d4 damage at the start of each turn unless it makes a Dex saving throw.
Top of the round!
The very angry, very on-fire ghast fails it dexterity saving throw and takes 1 point of damage. Enraged, it lashes out at Rin with its claws. And with disadvantage. The fire and Rin's super sneaky sneakness are too much for the ghast to overcome; it misses entirely.
Brings us to the other on-fire ghast, which has successfully wrenched itself free of the closet and is going for Sen. It manages to latch on to him and sink its teeth into his shoulder, dealing 10 points of piercing damage. Sen cries out in pain but can't shake off the ghast.
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Rin's going to begin by using their bonus action to Disengage so they can scurry over to (try to) help Sen.
They move to take a crossbow shot, and miss.
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Dima casts Mind Spike on the shit that’s trying to eat Sen, for 5 psychic damage.
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Sen: Shouting in pain.
Fae’s turn. He's going to try another attack with his scimitars. Nothing with the flaming scimitar; hit with the second for 6 points of damage. He's going to stay right there, keeping this one off the others while they help Sen.
[note: Rin is shouting very loudly at the one attacking Sen!! Insulting their fashion sense!!]
Sen is going to disengage, moving himself away from the fucker. He's going to cast Dissonant Whispers; under his breath, he sings a jarring, discordant song that only the ghast can hear. The ghast takes 13 points psychic damage.
That ghast is gone and dead now.
The last ghast lashes out at Faolan again and misses.
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Rin misses both of their attacks, and uses their bonus action to Disengage.
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Dima doesn't want to risk Fae getting hurt
He also knows he'll have a better chance of hitting if he holds his attack and waits until Faolan has stepped aside, so. He'll finish up his movement and hold his action until Fae's gone.
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Last try for Faolan with that goddamn flaming sword. He hits! Fae doesn't bother swinging it this time. He just stabs it into the ghast's midsection for 9 points damage.
He tries for a stab with his off-hand, misses. So, he's going to pull the flame blade out and move out of Dima's way.
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Dima casts Mind Spike for 15 points damage.
And!
Dima. Would like to in a very exasperated voice say, “You just had to grab something, Sen."
As he focuses on the very center of that ghast's very pea brain. Closes his fist. Then opens it as psychic damages strikes the center of the shit's mind.
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Rin's going to dart past Faolan and into the room, where they ask Fae via message if he's looked for traps; if he hasn't, they'd like to look.
Dima follows with less hurry, but no less interest. He'll hang toward the back of the group for now.
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Faolan hasn't looked for anything at all. He does shoot a pained look at Dmitri when the thieves hurry past him. His hand stays resting on his scimitar's hilt as he follows them in.
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Dima returns the look and adds another roll of his eyes. [ No rash of ghouls can dampen the bliss of thieves. ]
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Taking up a large portion of the room is a large featherbed that was once opulent and is now simply rotting away. On one wall is a wardrobe; the torches Faolan mentioned are stored in a crate in the corner, and beside it is an open leather sack of candles.
A wooden footlocker is at the foot of the bed.
[PERC; checking for traps
d: 8; staring into a corner. thinkin about fae.
r: 22
f: 22
s: 17]
There are no traps.
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Rin's going to gesture to the footlocker, indicating that Sir Sen ought to join them in this uncovering!
Dima's going to move to the wardrobe, and maybe he brushes just a little against Faolan, and maybe it was an accident or maybe is wasn't; who can say in such close quarters? The point is: Dima would like to look into the wardrobe, while Rin (with Sen? pls Sen?) would like to get into that footlocker.
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The wardrobe proves to hold only some very old, black robes. Faolan barely notices the brush; his head is cocked as though he's listening to something beneath the ambient chanting, his brow furrowed.
Sen does in fact join Rin; the pair will find the chest is unlocked, and opening the lid reveals a small horde of treasures clearly taken from adventurers over time.
Rin will now also hear the noise Faolan is listening to: a shifting, scratching sound.
Slowly, carefully, Faolan says, "Everyone. Back up. Back out of the room."
[dm: The horde in the chest includes several potions and a very obvious spellbook alongside other tempting items of value.]
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Rin's hand is on their shortsword immediately; at the first sign of the sound, their attention has been torn from the treasures (though they want to see what was there; it looked like an admirable collection!) (that sound can mean no good, though), and Faolan's words only sharpen their attentiveness.
Okay, yeah, the trove here looks good. ...The trove here looks too good, and it really ought to've been locked, and yes, yes, Rin's going to slip from the room, but not without nudging Sen, signaling emphatic agreement with Faolan's decision.
Dima was inclined to continue looking at the robes - the material, the make, whether any of them contain objects or suggestions of note - but Faolan's voice draws him back, sets him moving swiftly, carefully from the room.
He doesn't know what Faolan's observed. He also isn't going to doubt the man's suggestion; he simply moves.
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Sen, who doesn't hear the sound, is agreeable enough to follow the suggestions made - but not before reaching out and trying to palm one of the potions. (17 Sleight of Hand).
It's not for certain that this caused what happens next, but.
Everyone roll initiative.
[dima: 17
rin: 18
fae: 9
sen: 8
ghast 1: 17
ghast 2: 20]
The walls of the bedroom crumble as two ghasts burst from hidden crevices. One makes for Faolan, and the other for Sen.
Ghast 2 (Sen) lunges at him, jaws wide, and he falls back into the wardobe as it attacks. His fall actually sends the Ghast *into* the wardrobe, giving Sen enough leeway to wriggle out and away from it. (Nat 1.)
The second Ghast (Faolan) likewise lunges, swiping at Faolan with its overgrown fingernails. It scratches him, dealing 8 points of slashing damage. And Faolan makes a constitution saving throw. He barely makes it.
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Rin's going to use their bonus action to Dodge, then move into the room, past Sen, to attack the ghoul that's against Faolan, thinking about Faolan's earlier suggestion and about making sure Dima has space to join.
They're going to attack with the shortsword/dagger combo and—
Shortsword hits for 6 points, dagger misses.
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Though Dima wants to hurry to Faolan, he sees one very clumsy ghast struggling amid some potentially very flammable cloaks and a potentially flammable wardrobe.
So Dima is going to cast Burning Hands against the ghast in the wardrobe.
[dm: The ghoul and the wardrobe take 8 points of fire damage; the clothes do begin to burn, and let's say that's 1d4 extra, and 1d4 at the start of the ghast's next turn if it fails a dex roll.]
Dima's going to use the rest of his movement (he's used 20ft so far) to back outtt of the room again.
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Fae is going to draw his scimitar with his off hand. In his main hand, he's going to cast Flame Blade.
A flaming scimitar appears in his hand, shedding bright light in a 10-foot radius around him. And with that, he's going to attack, then make a bonus attack with his not-on-fire scimitar.
...The flame blade abruptly vanishes.
To be fair. It's the first time he's ever cast the spell. So. As a bonus action, he's going to just. Conjure that right back up, but it does mean his turn is over.
He is swearing his outrage right now.
Sen, meanwhile, has a potion bottle in one hand and really would like both hands free to cast or fight, so he does the sensible thing: he throws it at the creature attacking Rin.
(“Attacking.”) (“Rin.”)
Okay; he makes a 14 on the ranged attack; the potion arcs across the room and shatters against the ghast. The moment the liquid inside is exposed to air, it bursts into flames, engulfing the creature, doing 3 points of damage.
The ghast remains on fire, clawing at itself and screeching, and will take 1d4 damage at the start of each turn unless it makes a Dex saving throw.
Top of the round!
The very angry, very on-fire ghast fails it dexterity saving throw and takes 1 point of damage. Enraged, it lashes out at Rin with its claws. And with disadvantage. The fire and Rin's super sneaky sneakness are too much for the ghast to overcome; it misses entirely.
Brings us to the other on-fire ghast, which has successfully wrenched itself free of the closet and is going for Sen. It manages to latch on to him and sink its teeth into his shoulder, dealing 10 points of piercing damage. Sen cries out in pain but can't shake off the ghast.
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Rin's going to begin by using their bonus action to Disengage so they can scurry over to (try to) help Sen.
They move to take a crossbow shot, and miss.
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Dima casts Mind Spike on the shit that’s trying to eat Sen, for 5 psychic damage.
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Sen: Shouting in pain.
Fae’s turn. He's going to try another attack with his scimitars. Nothing with the flaming scimitar; hit with the second for 6 points of damage. He's going to stay right there, keeping this one off the others while they help Sen.
[note: Rin is shouting very loudly at the one attacking Sen!! Insulting their fashion sense!!]
Sen is going to disengage, moving himself away from the fucker. He's going to cast Dissonant Whispers; under his breath, he sings a jarring, discordant song that only the ghast can hear. The ghast takes 13 points psychic damage.
That ghast is gone and dead now.
The last ghast lashes out at Faolan again and misses.
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Rin misses both of their attacks, and uses their bonus action to Disengage.
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Dima doesn't want to risk Fae getting hurt
He also knows he'll have a better chance of hitting if he holds his attack and waits until Faolan has stepped aside, so. He'll finish up his movement and hold his action until Fae's gone.
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Last try for Faolan with that goddamn flaming sword. He hits! Fae doesn't bother swinging it this time. He just stabs it into the ghast's midsection for 9 points damage.
He tries for a stab with his off-hand, misses. So, he's going to pull the flame blade out and move out of Dima's way.
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Dima casts Mind Spike for 15 points damage.
And!
Dima. Would like to in a very exasperated voice say, “You just had to grab something, Sen."
As he focuses on the very center of that ghast's very pea brain. Closes his fist. Then opens it as psychic damages strikes the center of the shit's mind.
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