Lyrian nods at the door.  "Let me check that out first, all right?  I don't like leaving doors behind us." she said.  Going down the stairs, she examines the door carefully, then sees if she can open it.


OOC: 02:41, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 31 using 1d20+12.  Search check.
02:42, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 27 using 1d20+13.  Disable Device.
02:42, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 34 using 1d20+15.  Open Lock.

There are no signs of traps and the door seems to be unlocked.

A short flight of stone steps lead down to another wooden door but one is standing half-open. Dark, stagnant water stands in the small landing at the base of the steps and the doorway presumably filling the room behind as well if opened fully. The group can make out the smell of rot coming from the doorway.

"If I get eaten by a water monster, avenge me, okay Gar?" Lyrian mutters.  She'll move forward and use the tip of her rapier to try to open the door more fully so she can see what is inside.

“Be careful. The smell of rot never bodes well anywhere.”Landor stood ready to rush in if need be.

Gar snorts, but smiles at the comment from the woman. "Trust me....I'll be dead before that happens girl, and my axe will taste what stands in our way." He stands behind the girl as she opens the door, ready to step in

Rafink nods as the others prepare to open the door that has the horrible rotten odor.  Again he mentally flips through the spells he has prepared, and settles on one in case there is something that attacks them...fire seems like a fairly good choice against most things that smell of rot...and maybe if it is needed it will provide a bit of light for the others as well...

Its full of rot and decay. Obviously its a store room. The smell is horrible and its up to your waist in dark water.

OOC
If you want you can make a Search check.

Lyrian breathes shallowly through her mouth and searches through the water with care.

OOC: 13:05, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 32 using 1d20+12.  Search check.

Far decides to let the woman search....he knew that she was good at what she did, but none the less, the barbarian stayed in close proximity to her, his axe ready for any danger

Landor waited and watched for any other sludge monsters that might attack them.

Nothing emerges from the water and the rogue seems to have found something. A dead orc, probably dead for quite some times with bits of bone coming out of it. A leather pouch is all that remains and she opens it up revealing two potions.

Lyrian gags a little, grabs the pouch and potions, and gets out of the disgusting-smelling room. "Well, nothing living, or moving, in there at least.  Don't know how that orc got in here, or how he met his end."

She'll briefly look the potions over for any obvious markings, and then hold them out to Rafink.  "Any idea what these might be, Raf?"

Rafink takes the potions in hands and examines them to see if there is any clue as to what type of potion they might happen to be.

Far had no interest in the potions....his focus was keeping people safe, himself and his team.

He looked at the others, almost a scowl, his axe at the ready. "let's keep moving.."

"Yes...yes.  Very intriguing!  That might come in rather handy!"   The gnome mumbles to himself as he looks at the two potions he had been given to look over.  He glanced up, seeming to remember that he was not alone.  "Ah, right.  It seems that I have been able to figure out what these are.  This one here will allow one to breath even while completely submerged underwater...waterbreathing we call it.  And this one is a nice one indeed!  He...or she...who imbibes this one will render themselves unseen!  This one is a potion of invisibility!  Quite nice."

Lyrian brightens at the mention of the potions' properties.  "Those'd be very useful, particularly the second!  Mind if I hold on to that one?" she asks.

Once that is done, Lyrian nods out the door.  "Let's check out the other door, then the rest of the path down the river."

OOC: I thought there was at least one more door here, so I'll check that out first.

Landor scratched his chin. “Those potions are a very nice find indeed. Hopefully more like them are down here.” He followed the elf to the next door.

Gar had little use for potions of those types, so when the offer came he decided not to claim. The woman could better use invisibility than he with her stealth, and he had no interest in testing the water breathing....he hated swimming at the best of times

The group head down the passageway and there is no door. The rocky stairs climb steeply  toward north for about 20 feet and then decend towards the east. They find a cavern very much like the one you just left but smaller. A ledge along the river continues east about 60 feet leading to a door while the river continues rushes to your right, sepertating you from a ledge on the southern side. There is a large, strange looking stalagmite in the middle of the southern ledge.

Rafink gladly handed both potions over, rather proud of himself to have proven useful and knowing that both effects were ones that his magic could reproduce if needed.  Let a non-magical one benefit from the potions and experience the elation that using arcane power brought!  He followed int he middle of the group as they pressed forward, wondering what other wondrous things might be found.  he may not be too willing to pass on the next ones!

OOC:
12:48, Today: Rafink Blisterlink rolled 5 using 1d20+2.  Listen.

12:48, Today: Rafink Blisterlink rolled 17 using 1d20.  Spot.

Lyrian tucked the potions away in her own belt pouch for now. It was possible that the river that ran through here might have something they needed to see on the bottom of it at some point, or have some foe in it that they might have to fight. Best to be prepared.  As the group headed along with rambling passages, Lyrian kept her senses alert for whatever dangers lay ahead...

OOC: 19:37, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 25 using 1d20+8.  Listen check.
19:37, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 13 using 1d20+8.  Spot check.

Gar walked as silently as the warrior could. he had not the skill of the lithe Lyrian, but even he knew that beasts here cold hear things. his eyes darting in the darkness, he came to the cavern, looking at the stalagmite with narrowed eyes. he held still, and reached out with his senses

<OOC:  Gar Irontooth rolled 7 using 1d20+2.  spot check.
Gar Irontooth rolled 23 using 1d20+3.  listen check


I don't see much but sure as hell heard something!>.

Landor trudged along behind the group curious as to the new cave. He noticed the big stalagmite on the opposite side but continued to look down at the water as if something might come out of it.

11:46, Today: Landor Halbrek rolled 14 using 1d20+4.  Listen.
11:46, Today: Landor Halbrek rolled 12 using 1d20+4.  Spot.

Gar, not seeing anything, trusted his other senses, and the slight sound put him on alert, his axe ready. "Something in the water....over there." he indicated with his head, stepping forward slowly

"Fish or foe?" Lyrian asks softly, putting one hand in her belt pouch to grasp the potion of water breathing.