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Scales of War: DnD 4e PBF
Gargulec:
Wrapped in many bloodstained bandages, Karan frowned.
'As I know our luck, we are going to run into some undead there...' she mumbles. 'Maybe it's for the better, though.' she added after a moment of consideration. 'Skeletons don't bleed, at least.'
She sniffed.
'Gods, I feel sick' she murmured grudgingly.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Short rest: two surges spent, five remaining. 26 HP.
Madtrixr:
Norian looks at his holy symbol and grins. "I hope there's undead in there, if there is, they are SO going to get obliterated. Anyways, who's got point?" Norian stands back, waiting for someone to open the door.
S.K. Ren:
"I suggest someone checks it for traps or alarms. This whole night time raid would be pointless if they heard us coming."
Tavana:
None of you are able to find any trap or alarm on the door, magical or otherwise. It stands silently, judging you in the night.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)I'll need a response from each of you to the e-mail I've sent before you plunge inwards.
Gargulec:
'Mage... Adis?' spoke Karan, turning towards the wizard. 'I am in need of you services, if I can ask for them' she said, giving him something akin to a wry smile. 'Could you somehow suppress the smell of blood from my bandages?'
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