Saturday, November 13, 2010

Barrow of the Forgotten King - Turn Results 113

After giving the current room one more pass, Clint climbed the stairs to the spider's lair.

A shroud of webs, thick and strong, lake gray, silken threads, covers a balcony. Someone has cut a hole in the shroud atop the stairs. The dust in the air, but here it is nearly unbearable. You can feel the particles in the air.

Amid the webs to the southeast is a human-shaped bundle and a jumble of discarded equipment. Just beyond the body, a door stands open to the east.

Navigation from the stairs to the room required careful navigation to avoid contact with the web.

Clint reported back what he found and the rest of the party entered the next room.

Examination of the body revealed that it was a hobgoblin wearing a mithral breastplate. The intact equipment among the debris consisted of three throwing axes, a heavy wooded shield, a masterwork battleaxe and a satchel containing a potion, two large diamonds worth 200 GP each, 12 PP and 67 GP. Among the debris was also a skull wearing a phylactery. The potion and phylactery both radiate magic when detected.

Once the party gathered and stored the treasure from the spider's lair, they existed through the door to the east.

Instantly, the square room you have entered illuminates, and you have time to discern a winding stair to the southeast before the walls seem to paint themselves with rich images. A magic painting depicts a spring day on a high, green hill, making it seem as if the sun reaches the room as well as the green slope. You can almost smell the apple blossoms and awakening flowers. People in fine clothes stand around the hill, and it is a tall, raven-haired man dressed in shining plate armor, kneeling before a blond man and a red-haired woman, each wearing golden crowns. The image fades, and the light diminishes but does not go out.

Nothing of further interest was found in the room. The party continued down the stairs to the southeast, entering into another room.

To the northeast and southwest are gleaming stone doors, each engraved with a grinning, fiery skull. In the southeast corner of the room, another winding stair descends. But the room quickly fills with the image of the hill you saw before, now covered in brown grass, flames leaping to the sky off in the distance. The dark-haired man in shining armor wields two curved swords, battling howling goblinoids and baying wolves. Beside him fights the blond king wielding a black longsword. Light sparkles on the blade and the king’s crowned helmet. The red-haired woman holds her ground behind and between the two, her staff held aloft as lightning strikes her foes. Your hair stands on end and your skin tingles, as if electricity were really in the air. As the image fades, you take note again of the doors and the stairs in the magic half-light of the room.

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