Finally, all the sheared gnarled nails lay in a huge unsightly pile on the dust covered and waxed covered floor.

The soft dull glow of white hue emitting from inside the fount doesn't cast enough light to see past where the group stands.

While Tillak works with his oil and lamp, Gundrabu, expecting his fellow Esquimaux will run into some difficulty with that, walks back up to the edge of the dry fount.

Whatever the company chooses to do, it will need light, and Gundrabu won’t be able to provide It until he again has access to his spells. He looks into the fount to see if the light shines all the way down.

SullyB74 wrote:

Tillak growls in frustration. He thanks Kondor for helping him with his nails. He looks down at his war pick, gauging whether it can still serve him in battle. Then he begins to rummage through his pack looking for flint and steel with which to light his lantern. 

"Y'thaqqa's blood, this is a wretched state. We must find a way to exit this chamber of horror. I will attempt to light this lantern and give us a view of what lies beyond, in the dark." 

Tillak thinks to himself that if he ever sees the priest who sent him on this quest he'll throttle him, then he checks such thoughts as being unjust. Tillak doubts that the priest knew such calamity would befall him or these other adventurers.   

His war pick will still serve him, but could use a thorough polishing.
He quickly locates his gear, but his flasks are bone dry.
 

Last edited by Iron Ranger (3/05/2021 3:11 pm)

Just to clarify, Gundrabu's homemade glandsac is dark.
Tillak's skins are evaporated too. Rations are shrunk to moldy petrified nibblets. 

Eirvit wrote:

Gundrabu takes the rope out of his pack, begging Khalk-xu that the ravages of time have not made it useless.

The confines of the satchel (assuredly along with Khalk-xu's blessing) have kept the rope strong.

Eirvit wrote:

Gundrabu grins ruefully at the barbarian. ”Already I know you are an able climber, Kimmerian. I trust you can handle your own descent.”

Kondor smirks, then checks his grip on the rope, wrapping it around his waist and squaring his stance to hold the weight while the others climb.

Yet, despite his outward bravado, he worries that time may have withered his brawn as it did their supplies. 

Kondor and Tillak STR test rolls please.
Gundrabu roll a d12.

 

Gundrabu cinches the rope around his waist and  over his shoulder then mounts the fount’s lip. His companions groan as he steps over slowly being lowered the 10 feet to the the limp chains in the wall.

The rope vibrates and shudders as he wonders if Kondor and Tillak will continue to hold his weight...

fireinthedust wrote:

Strength test d6: 5! (ugh)

The barbarian's sinews tremble and he suddenly wishes that Gundrabu had descended unencumbered by his armor, pack, and weapons.....