If I got a Critical Hit with my confirmation roll, that's 24 damage total to the lock.
*The star is there to keep it from being a smiley face.
No, I did it again. I was using the axe two-handed, so that's double what I took away from my To Hit roll. So instead of it being 12+12 it's 16 + 16, I think, for 32 damage to the lock. Is that right, Vael?
EDIT, part deux
Well, it turns out that you can't get a Critical on objects, and I didn't know that because I am stupid. So that's only 16 damage to the lock. Sorry about the confusion.
Regak eyes the chest, eyes the lock, stands back, hefts his axe and swings. He's a bit more effective than he planned....The lock is broken along with the latch and a portion of the lid. He makes considerable noise doing it, and the sound echoes in the small stone shack.
Once you clear away the wreckage, you'll need a bag...
6,000 sp, 200 gp, 1 precious stone, 1 bottle, 1 wand, 1 arrow, a small jade dog, an anklet (jewelry), a scroll
((Sophistemon, You are not stupid!)) _________________ Inner Circle
Rasphiak sorts it all out, dividing the pile of coin into four 50 gold and 1500 silver piles, one for each person. He takes his share, then examines the other items with his detect magic sight, focusing to see each of their auras more plainly.
Well...Rasphiak knows that the scroll is a conjuration spell. In fact...he already has two of them. It's a scroll of Benign Transposition.
When he sniffs the bottle, it smells like pitch. The arrow smells acrid and feels damp to the touch, but he can't determine the school of any of the other magic items in front of him. _________________ Inner Circle
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Rasphiak takes the scroll and the wand, leaving the bottle and arrow for Damian. He smirks at Heggle's comment and gives a quiet laugh as he stows the items away.
"We should also take time to get rid of any wares we've ended up with that we don't need."
((I think we're going into the city place again? Heggle will probably give the mushrooms to Mr. Mysterious while the rest of us do our things. Rasphiak will look around for someone to sell stuff to.))
Rasphiak is about to pass along the remaining two items to Damian when he pauses, then hands him the bottle.
"I don't think any of us have use for this arrow... I'll find a place to sell it and split the profit between us. Come. Lets go."
The warlock heads off back towards the more populated areas, and away from the dock.
Heggle and Regak head back to the Dripstone Inn. Es Sarch is exactly as they left him. He speaks in a raspy voice after Heggle hands him the bag, I see you have returned successfully from completing the task. Will you do the second? And gain the information that you seek?
Rasphiak heads back into Pedestal, looking for a place to sell his looted booty. Several denizens watch him as he goes by, checking out what he’s carrying. The streets are dim and the alleys darker. He can hear scuffles in the distance and all the windows are shuttered, and the doors closed as he looks around while walking down the street. Rasphiak will need to ask where a good place to buy/sell is, nothing is immediately obvious as a store or market. ((make a spot check)) _________________ Inner Circle
Rasphiak notices suddenly that the streets are bare and there is the scuffling of feet behind him and in front of him. 2 duergar are rapidly approaching him from the front, grim looks on their faces. _________________ Inner Circle
Rasphiak glances around him to make sure there aren't any other threats, then raises his hands, getting into an offensive position as he snarls at the approaching dwarves.
"Stay back if your value your skins, and tell me what you want."
The two in front... One brusquely says, You're trespassing on our territory. Pay the toll to pass. He even backs up a step, and Rasphiak will hear nothing behind him now. _________________ Inner Circle
Rasphiak's teeth bare in a snarl as he lets green eldritch power coil across his hands.
"Done. I'll leave you alive- is that payment enough?"
He points a hand at one of the duergar behind him.
"Oh, and I know your friends are right there. Don't think I'm your prey. I am a predator... and you're just lucky that I'm not hungry."
The warlock runs his tongue along his teeth, giving his threat a more literal meaning, which might just creep the duergar out.
"So do you want to die? Or will you let me pass?"
Readying an action to shoot the first one to show hostile signs.
Rasphiak answers with a crackling ray of green energy at the duergar in front of him (the one with the ranged weapon), grinning a terrible grin as he gets ready to fight.
"Come then, all of you! The wheel turns, and you will be ground beneath its inexorable motion."
He laughs madly.
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