Whoever said that having good looks and a nice body never gets you anywhere was wrong. Karin managed to get just enough information to devise a new plan of attack. The Thieves Den in the Undercity sounded like a great place to set up camp and store loot. If they could find it, that is. It shouldn't be too hard, seeing as they had a bunch of resources, a.k.a., Karin's breasts.
Might as well try to get into the Undercity for a look around.
First things first, Karin managed to get a room for the three of them who were more normal looking. Gnoryc lost out and had to stay outside.
Eros had already managed to get punched in the face by one of the bar patrons after trying to copy Karin's sweet moves, probably because they instantly assumed she was a pick pocket or druggie...
The waitress felt sorry for her through, and gave her some super frothy bitter juice in exchange for those cool shiny metal circles Eros had found in the man's pocket earlier. Another nice man gave her some powder stuff that made her brain all good-fuzzy.
Her light-hearted pipsqueak songs seemed to drive the local driving horses into a rampage after that.
Twenty minutes in one bar, and this place was already looking great!
Perched on that inn bed, her sparkling eyes and frenzied grin seemed wider than ever. :3
The trio of women managed to find their own ways to pass the time, with Karin ocassionally sneaking off to re-cast Polymorph on Gnoryc to keep the Gnoll in his mighty mule form.
Eventually, well after sundown, the group snuck off, Gnoryc in tow, towards a sewer grate in a quiet part of town. They kept a look-out while waiting for Karin's Polymorph to wear off. It was a simple matter for Gnoryc to remove the grate to the Undercity, and so the quartet dropped down and into the sewers, with Eros carrying the torch.
They landed in foul, ankle-deep, waste-water. On the bright side, the water was brown but seemed to have a higher water to waste ratio - and there were no visible turds to be seen floating in it. On the down-side, the stench was still overpowering enough that all were taken back by it - and Fitha even puked up her lunch.
The chamber they were in was a long flowing stream of filth. Only two ways to go, for now, but no idea what led where. Obviously they'd need to figure out some methodology for their aimless wandering, lest they be stuck in pooland forever.
Karin, Eros, and Gnoryc are each sickened for 7 minutes. Fitha is spending her 7 minutes vomiting and retching, after which she will be sickened for the next 24 hours. I'm not going to bother mentioning the rollplay penalties of being nauseated - which is what Fitha is - because I assume you lot are going to wait until you all feel better and she stops puking. As for being Sickened, it is a -2 penalty on all attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks.
In terms of roleplay, being sickened is feeling, well, sick and queezy, but you're still functional. Karin is certainly well enough to mock Fitha, and Eros is well enough to say something inane and unhelpful.
The smell of the sewer was like a brick wall. Good thing that there wasn't any visible waste or Karin might have ended up like Fitha. Puking her brains out.
While Fitha couldn't really talk was a great time to make fun of her, but to be safe from the vomit that she could launch her way, Karin backed up a little.
"Looks like the Mighty Fitha can't even handle the smell of this place. If she just gets all nauseated over this, what will happen when we actually get to start killing things and other smells come at her?"
Karin may not feel well, but if she could still talk, she could still mock others.
Oh, and it's not like she was the one who lost her lunch.
Eros just stood around in the muck, smiling as always. If she was just tollerating the smell or was indeed too stupid to pick it was anyone's guess.
"Blu demin ghurlz a puekin, aw?" Noises. Words? She made squeeky noises whilst rubbing the Ayanu's back affectionately. "We doin' that now? I seen dat party once and I didn' do the right thing, and... and..."
The shortarse preistess suddenly turned away, puffed out her cheeks and then huffed, almost making a mocking immitation of the state Fitha was currently in...
Then returned to holding the demon woman's hair?
"...Naw, didn't work then neither. Man, Blu demin, red lines, you are so talented..."
A look of admiration? What?
Karin wasn't very familiar with sewers. It's not like she normally walks next to people's waste looking for a mythical place. The only thing they could do is walk around until they either die or find it.
"We should probably just wander around in here until we find something interesting. We'll start after our champion stops heaving her lunch."
It took about 18 minutes of searching before the group managed to locate what appeared to be promising. A sturdy, closed, wooden door on a raised portion of the sewer. If nothing else, it was worth exploring since it would be a nice change of pace to not be ankle or knee deep in diarrhea.
Of course, by this point Eros had been bitten by rats or cut herself several times already. Nothing bad can happen from exposing an open wound (possibly from a filthy rat) to water full of shit and piss, right? Also Karin's Bear's Endurance had worn off.
Would Karin re-cast Bear's Endurance and possibly Bull's Strength before going on ahead? Would they check the door for traps or simply have Eros open it and laugh if/when it shot a snake into her face or something? Would they just have Gnoryc break it down? Would they just give up their silly quest and decide to become sewer dwellers, eventually degenerating into Morlocks? Who knows!?
Fitha drew her longsword and whacked Eros' ass with the flat.
"Open the door you little turd."
"Oh man, you wan' me ta open tha door? You thinkin' I can open a door? Is tha what chu think?" Eros made more noises, now with extra wide eyes and blushing for some reason. "You couldla picked anybody butchur pikkin me? You're the best, blu spike head of lovely face. ('⊙ω⊙')"
Yeah, the cleric went ahead and tried to open it.
Naturally, the door was trapped and doused Eros in a gout of fire. The flaming Cleric was 'saved' by Karin calmly shoving her into the poo-water.
The halls of the thieves' guild was full primarily of traps, which were handled primarily by triggering them with Eros, or sometimes Gnoryc. The Gnoll, unlike the Eros, eventually caught on to what Karin and Fitha were doing and stopped agreeing to open doors or step on pressure-plates.
There were some skeletons, too, though. They weren't much of a threat to anyone though.
Eventually the quartet of psychopaths found themselves at the end, and what appeared to be the door to a vault. No doubt this one was trapped. The doors were large, metal - lead by Karin's guess, to stop scrying - and locked. This was probably where the loot was! And they had found a key! The key would open the door, but probably would not disarm any traps. Thankfully, there was Eros.
Of course, who knows. Thieves are possessive about shit. Odds are there was probably one or more ghosts in the next room. Best prepare.
Cast any buffs you want before going in. Also Gnoryc took 25 points of damage from traps and monsters. Fitha and Karin took none because their AC is high enough that odds are no skeletons could hit them. Karin is ruled as having used up all her Disrupt Undead spells but otherwise relied on her unarmed combat more than her spells. Eros took some damage too, I forget how much off hand, Reg rolled it a day ago or so, and it's up to Eros how many of her healing she used fixing herself or the others.
Fitha is still under the effect of the poo-gas, though, so she's still got that penalty.