OOC: You can make a bomb with repair. Don't fail. You can throw a bomb with athletics. Don't fail. :)

IC: The tank itself looks of decent size and weight. By looking at the tank itself you can see the that the metal that wraps around the tank holds the liquid in. An area of glass keeps the liquid from spilling out to on the floor but even at this point you aren't sure what the liquid would do. If busted it would cover the floor and the bodies pretty quickly. Searching around the room itself, you find no direct holes on the floor other than cracks that would help drain it from the room meaning as soon as it hits the floor it's going to spread out very, very quickly depending on the viscosity.

Lirian covered her nose to try to avoid the smell and looked at the room. Again, she seemed concerned. “Beware with this liquid” she warned the others. “I guess we should take samples for you and Lord Stonecroft to analyze” she said to Quentin “but it occurs to me that it could be somehow the ”life essence” of those poor people, and, tell me fool if you so wish, but I’m afraid if spilled over the corpses they might return to some mockery of life” she shared her thoughts and fears with the others.

“I once was told a living being needs body, soul and mind. If you only have two of them, there are problems. If only soul and mind, it’s a ghost, if only body and mind, it’s soulless, and so a monster, and if only body and soul, a kind of a zombie, someone without will”^{note 1} she said. “I don’t want to know what can happen if those bodies are revived by this liquid, but I’m pretty sure it would not be good…”

This said, Lyrian left the room, remaining close enough as to support her comrades if needed.


OOC: note 1: in fact this is taken from a film I saw many years ago. I remember little about it, but the plot was about a magnate that is frozen in cryogenics, and when revived the soul was no longer on him, being only body and soul. He was a true callous psycopath without any empathy nor any other virtue related to the soul…

EDIT: just to be clear:

1. the word "Zombie" is used here on the sense of th Voodoo, like the 1943 film I walked with a zombie, not in the sense of the monsters depicted in The walking dead
   
2. Not intending to start a metaphysical debate here, just this film (I cannot remember even the name) shocked me, and I ever thought this could make a good adventure plot...

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"Give me a piece of paper" he said to Lirian and Quentin.

Rummaging through Jenkins' bag, he pulled out a rusty can. He half filled it with gunpowder and then squashed the top half mostly flat.

Looking around, he took the proffered piece of paper and placed it on the ground. He poured a trail of powder across the paper and then rolled it up, carefully folding in the ends.

Shoving this rough fuse into the can, he then continued squashing the can around it, bending the top over and crimping it.

Taking this Crude Explosive over to the tank, he jammed it between a leg and the tank itself, attempting to fix it so the force of the explosion would cause a blast rather than fire the can forward like a rocket.

"Well, here goes! Stand clear!" he said with a grin, lit the end of the match and then ran for the door.

14:25, Today: Hunter Gallagher rolled 15 using 2d6, rerolling max with rolls of (6+5)11,4.  Repair. –
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Piper didn't even wait for Hunter to give the signal.

As soon as it became clear what he was up to, she spurred Mosii to head out the door and down the hall.

Quentin is not sure that blowing up the tank is a sound idea, but the arguments against it were already aired, so he just gets himself and the dogs out and to the nearest intersection, where he gets ready to retreat further south.

“whatever you are going to do, do it quickly” Lirian pressed. “I’m afraid those chants we heard can be the ceremony, and we should interrupt ir or we will be facing greater problems”

Then she turned to Quentin “Have you taken samples of this liquid to analyze? Something tells me it can be important…”

What was in motion could not be stopped.  Aeress pushed and pressed others back, or tried to, because it turned out to be unnecessary because everyone had more sense than a mustard seed.

It was not wise, but it was too late to protest.

As if in a kind of stupor, Olyx followed the others around, sword in one hand, lantern in the other, his gaze empty. Even when looking at the dead, shriveled bodies, all he did was mutter some sailor's curse.

But when the unmistakeable sound of powder catching fire was heard, he snapped out of it immediately. "By the Kraken's longest tentacle!", he growled as he made his way clear, though not barging through other people trying to get out. He was alarmed, but not panicking. Barely.

"No samples, but..." Quentin was not quite sure about the "but". He was more about getting out real fast. Nevertheless, he comes up with a couple. "If we will not observe any effect right away, the analysis might come in too late or otherwise be moot." He seems somewhat embarrassed. "We'll see if Hunter will leave us some."
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Hunter is able to make the bomb carefully using the limited resources that he has available to him. As he packs the bomb together he knows it's ready to go. The last part is to light and throw the object at the tank itself before it will go off.

OOC: Roll athletics (throwing). Good luck! ;)

Hunter stared. That fuse appeared to be burning faster than he had expected.

Turning, he ran for the door where Jenkins was waiting, little head poking round the corner waiting for the blast with avid delight.

08:15, Today: Hunter Gallagher rolled 3,5 using d6,d4, rerolling max with rolls of 3,(4+1)5.  Benny for reroll. – 3,5

08:14, Today: Hunter Gallagher rolled 3,3 using d6,d4, rerolling max with rolls of 3,3.  Hunter athletics. – 3,3

tink....tink...tink....BOOMMMMMM. The Catacombs rock from the sound of the explosion. Dust crumbles under the weight of the massive energy that rings out echoing the halls of the catacombs. There is a ringing of the ears for people still close to the area. Once the dust settles from the explosion a few minutes pass and your vision clears.

The once huge container now has a giant hole out of the side of it. The greenish liquid has drained and while some of it still lingers on the floor itself. Most ended up slipping into the hole that was created from the explosion. Still enough was there to cover the walls and most of the bodies before sinking into the dirt. The greenish coat seems to cover everything in the room.

The bodies still lay in their state no signs of life in their eyes.

"Try to get some samples in one of your flasks if you can" Lirian said to Quentin. "I keep thinking you ro Lord Roland should analyze it..."
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Quentin prepares an empty vial, holds his breath, and tries to collect a sample without touching anything much. Then he intends to quickly be out.

Piper's ears twitched at the sound of the distant explosion.

She stayed where she was far down the hall and around the corner and waited for either some sort of hue and cry, or for the others to come down the hall on their way.

Jenkins was dancing and hollering at the doorway. "Went BOOM! Went BANG! Big bang and gone! Wee hee hee hee an''sploded and gone!" She cried with glee, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Hunter stopped running when he realized he wasn't being chased by a wave of liquid. He turned back amd surveyed the damage. "All clear!" He called out.

"We could probably climb down the hole to go after it, if it's safe to get covered in that stuff. Otherwise, we should push on."

"I humbly suggest we delay any climb into any hole as long as we possibly can."  Aeress suggested, not sounding humble about the idea at all.  Not even a little bit.

"Aye, I be thinkin' touching this muck is not exactly a genius move", Olyx chimed in, his ears still a bit ringing. "Let's sail ahead", he said, eager to resume their crawl.

OOC: If everyone is set on moving what is the next room you want to move to? Piper had stated she wants to move back in the direction of 5. There is an existing hall that way that you didn't explore and there is also the other-side of the catacombs to the right that you didn't go.

ooc: I still vote seeing where that hallway above room 5 goes.  Assuming that doesn't eventually lead us to wherever we need to be or cross over somewhere, it should let us cross off the "left" side of this place before heading back to the beginning to check out the "right" side.

Quentin packs the sample of the liquid and, when people are discussing which way we should go, expresses his ambivalence. As long as we go somewhere we have not been, he's fine with the plan.

OOC: Lirian supports Piper's suggestion. She is concerned about the chant she has heard (or so she thinks), and being the closer palrt she thinks it can come from there. OTOH, though, the door to reach it should have mitigated it...

As you walk back through the dusty and creaky hallways tiny bits of rumble falls on your head from the dust being moved from the explosion. As you make your way back through the catacombs you reach the area where you could go right and follow the hallway which makes another turn to the left. As you near a long hallway that leads to another door, you hear the chanting again. This time more pronounced almost as if very close to your position.

The hallway continues further north and has a minor turn to the right which leads to another long hallway.

OOC: What do you want to do?

Lirian moves alert, looking both at the walls (just in case she finds another possible secret door) and up, keeping in mind Jenkins tale about the goblins hiding in a high part of the cave.

She also has her ears trying to hear any chanting there might be…

Aeress raised a fist, and motioned as if clamping her own mouth shut.  It seems they had an opportunity to prepare here.