As the rogue goes to step into the next room, the floor seems to come alive! A massive limb comes out of the floor trying to slam into the elf but it misses!

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OOC
Initative!

Also if you have knowledge (arcana) or knowledge (dungeonerring) w/ranks you can roll them.

Landor brings his shield up in surprise at the sudden attack.

12:39, Today: Landor Halbrek rolled 18 using 1d20+1.  Initiative .

Gar, just standing inside the door, reacts on instinct and gets to the girl's side to help her, his axe Swinging at the glob

<OOC:Gar Irontooth rolled 7 using 1d20+1. Iniative

Gar Irontooth rolled 14 using 1d20+7.  Attack - Greataxe.
Gar Irontooth rolled 17 using 1d12+5.  Damage - Greateaxe (if hit)>
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Lyrian yelps and swipes at the thing with her rapier!  "Attacking water?  What's next?!"

OOC: 21:09, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 14 using 1d20+5.  Initiative.
21:10, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 15 using 1d20+9.  Attack with rapier.
21:10, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 5 using 1d6+1.  Rapier damage.

Rafink reacts to the attack by running through his memories of what he had learned about such monstrosities.

OOC:  Init 13

14:38, Today: Rafink Blisterlink rolled 13 using 1d20+3.

14:36, Today: Rafink Blisterlink rolled 27 using 1d20+12.  Knowledge Arcana.

The feathered creature moves forwards and swings his katana at the ooze. The blade sinks into the odd creature and he is able to pull it out.

Lyraian hits it with her sword. Her blade is pulled away after the hit, the acid barely missing it.

Gar moves and attacks it with his axe. He hits and pulls the blade out, and the ooze pulls away, dissapearing into the ground.

Lyrian has barely gotten warmed up, and stares at the spot where the creature was, sword raised for it to rise again.  When nothing happens, she lowers her blade and cleans it.  "What in the name of the gods was that?" she asks of all and sundry.

Gar, his axe still poised, looked around. "No idea...but their may be more surprises"

He looked around the room. "Lets search the area and move on." He then starts searching the area.

<OOC: Gar Irontooth rolled 21 using 1d20+1

Booya!>

“Agreed.”He lets Gar take the lead.

Gar snorts, and looks up. "Nothing here....lets check these otehrs then move on."

The orc then moved forward and started with the other areas

"Living puddles.  What else is down here?" she mutters to herself as she moves to follow Gar.  Lyrian will, avoiding the mold (or strange areas of random puddles), look through the other areas to see if she can spot or hear anything alive or of other interest...

OOC:  23:00, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 26 using 1d20+8.  Listen check.
23:00, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 18 using 1d20+8.  Spot check.

Rafink collects himself and tells what he knows...

That was a Grey Ooze if I am not mistaken.  Acid creature.  Love to grab things and disolve them...people too!  And they are really hard to spot, so even if you think the way is clear...we need to be careful.  If you are like me and like to blast things...might be good to know if we face one again that fire and cold will not harm them much....found that out the hard way one time...poor Uncle Snickerpants...but that is a story for another time...

The door is stuck shut but with the barbarian it can be opened up easily. Its another storeroom and has little of any worth like the storeroom beforehand.

Tai tilts his head. He starts to head down the southern area and is quiet.

Far looks at the storeroom with a shrug, then notes Tai and his stealth down the southern direction.  The barbarians nods, and looks at the others, following with axe ready

Lyrian follows after him, eyes and ears alert for any more sentient puddles of water or other nasties.  "I'm beginning to wonder if the rumors about the treasure here were just that, rumors..."

Landor raises his shield and mace to fall in line with the others. “My goal was mainly to rid the neighboring town of raiding orcs. If they are all dead, then I am satisfied.”

Lyrian gives both a nod and a shrug.  "No one should have to live their life in fear, but I've been living hand-to-mouth for a while.  I wouldn't mind a nest egg to be able to see me through the winter and beyond.  I thought I'd be able to help both the village and myself by coming here."

Shaking his head at the rogue, he starts to head down the path. He doesn't draw his sword which is very odd.

The long narrow cavern is half-filled with a powerful underground river, racing along at a breakneck pace. The chamber is above 20-30 feet in width, and can stand on a narrow ledge overlooking one side of the river (north side). A bridge of stone spans the river, leading to a larger ledge on the south side. It looks as if the southern ledge might follow the course of the river some distance to the the east.

Gar follows Tai without word, his axe still in hand, as he approaches the opening to the river. He looks at the water, and sighs. He looks at Tai and nods with a toothy orcish smile.

He looks at Lyrian. "While a little coiin would be good, the Goal for me was to avenge the family that housed me, and rescue their family....which we did. We lost the farmers wife, but saved the girl..." The orc's features became softer when talking about the girl, but they became his usual warrior visage moments later.

"...as well as destroy the orcs who took them. If they are gone, i am satisfied. The farmer and his children will be safe and that is enough. Anything extra is a bonus."

He looks at Tai with a raised eyebrow. "Let's check the bridge...i don't fancy swimming that river."

"Same here," Lyrian says of the bridge.  She understood Gar's reasoning about coming here to stop the orcs, and she did want to make the world a safer place, she really did.  But dreaming about riches was a nice little fantasy...  She mentally shook herself and took a look at the bridge and far ledge, then heading over to the southern side to see if there was anything of interest or danger.  If nothing dangerous, she'll wave the others over.


OOC: 02:53, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 16 using 1d20+8.  Spot check.

If the elf doesn’t see any problems, Landor will slowly make his way over the bridge fully aware that he is very heavy and didn’t want to break the bridge. “So what do you think we will find in here?”

Rafink had been strangely quiet over the last bit of the journey, but he knew very little about this place where they found themselves, and the rest seemed to have at least some knowledge from the little bit of exploring they had already done.

As they approach the swift river, the gnome looks a little concerned.  So currents could easily carry one of his stature downstream with little chance on his part to get away.  As Landor began to cross the stone bridge, he brought the words of a spell to the front of his mind and held them there, not yet casting but ready in case the bridge gave out.

The group gets over the odd stone bridge easily. To the south down a small flight of steps is a door leading to the east. To the northeast the river continues but it looks like the group if they want to go down it can keep moving.

Rafink scans the walls in the area to see if there are any kind of markings or writings that he might can make heads or tails out of.