You easily move the door. On the other side, you are greeted by what can only be described as piles of rats. There are probably 3 thousand rats in this room, coming out of a portcullis set in the north side of the east wall. The room is 15' by 45'. Other then the rats, the room appears to be empty.
Torma closes the door immediatly. " There are my old buddies... Anyone has an idea on how to get rid of those pests in mass ? I do not recommend going through, already tried that."
"Maybe if we could find a way to start a huge fire in the room, we could smoke them out. Or let them all burn, I'm sure one of the two would work." Hort looks around the room for anything that looks flammable.
" I have 17 flasks of oil though im not sure how we could spread that easily in the rats room. Also, the rooms they roam in is quite huge. Could take a lot to smoke them out in there. What about your stinking cloud, Rantic. I'm not fond of magic but it could be useful here..."
If you throw the flasks, they will break and splash a range of creatures. Then you just light them on fire somehow. Splash weapons.
"All right, roast rat-kebabs for lunch! Let's do this!" Berz gestures to everyone. "Everyone take a flask, line up according to height. First row throws, then lies flat. Second row throws farther in, then lies flat. Last guy -- I'm guessing the darky? Casts or shoots or throws some sort of burnination into the room. Everyone aim for a different corner, someone aim for the middle. Sounds good?"
" Sounds good. Probably doesnt matter if the oil pools don't connect: the first lil' burning rats are probably gonna run around and set them ablaze. I'll aim for one of the far off corners." Torma divides equally the oils flasks with the others.
Hort picks up a flask in each hand, "So waddaya think rat tastes like?" Hort grins at the party then lines up in front.
Darky sighs The formidable Drow Rantic Dragore the Brightly Blueskinned sighs and gloomily says: "Oh well, if you want to do it that way... Someone give me a torch to throw in there." Rantic takes one flask of oil in his hand and makes sure people all throw at a different spot.
"For some reason we never searched the centipede room, by the way. Could be a secret door there. I don't know. We'll can check while these rats fry. You will close the door after we throw the stuff, right Torma?"
" Hort will, since he's in front. A regular rat bite was annoying enough, I wouldn't want to try a burning rat bite." Torma stands behind Hort.
Rantic lunges forward and slams the door shut as fast as he can. "Knucklehead! I still haven't got a burning torch to light the oil with! If you ask whether we're ready please wait for an answer next time, okay?!"
"Oh...sorry. I thought you were a wizard. You know...fireball? Uhh..ooops." Berz grins and collects the flask that bounced off of the closed door. "My bad."
(LOL) "Och, Ah prepared Obvious Fireball today. Shall I?" Everyone moves forward as he begins casting. Berz throws open the door, and everyone throws. Swig finishes casting and fires... BOOOOOM!!!!!! The room quickly begins to look like the elemental plane of fire. Torma, justifiably afraid of fiery rats chewing on his face, slams the door. You can hear little rat screams and scrabbling. "It will take a minute or two before they all die or run, and it is safe to go in. Lets go search the Centipede room!" Swig says as he walks to the other door. Suddenly, he is gone! You can see a symbol glow briefly where he was, then fade to nothing. Those who search, by any means, can find nothing.
"Ummm...what the fu...uh, in the world just happened?" Berz panics and loses his shit for a few minutes before he calms down. "I guess we're stuck through this thing the whole way, now -- we gotta find him if he's down there somewhere."
Hort walks over to the spot where the glyph was and kneels on the floor. Hort looks at the floor as up close as possible. After finding nothing, Hort stands up and starts jumping on the spot. After a while Hort stops. "Nothing. Maybe he was fortunate enough to have been teleported out of the dungeon," Hort looks over at the group, "I think it would be respectful to follow his last words and investigate the centipede room. Agreed?" Hort waits for conformation from the rest of the party.
" More like he's been teleported into a pit of lava, that's what should happen to all magic users." Torma sighs " Anyway, sure. Let's move on." He starts moving into the centipede room direction, being way too careful at every step to check if there's anything that could be some strange runes.
