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Dale's body finally snaps out of its rigidness, but his eyes were able to see what happened. He heads over to the pair of dead vargs and quickly pulls out his notebook to take a few notes as he looks at the creatures. As he does he calls over the others before they run off "These are vargouilles. Very nasty. If you see more kill very fast, they do bad bad things." He then takes a quick look at Monty and Faliana "We better find Nigel quickly ok? Get outside again and enjoy the sun and fresh air!"
Journal Entry #241: Encountered a pair of vargouilles, two party members possibly infected. Both are already 'devolved' somewhat from this mist. Interesting to see what happens, hopefully they can be saved. Vargouille samples collected for later analysis.
He snaps his book shut and stows it away in his pack and draws out his crossbow before moving on towards the storage closet looking for Nigel. This would be a far more interesting experiment if it didn't involve Pathfinders! He chuckles to himself.
After a brief exchange, the primal Pathfinders descend onto the door to the Storage area, almost breaking it down instead of opening it normally.
Dale and Tad will notice changes in them that they are not noticing in themselves... and now the feel has gone more from 'search' to 'hunt' ... and they can only hope the four of them will be able to keep themselves and their increasingly aggressive instincts in check if you do find Nigel.
Unfortunately, or perhaps luckily, Artifact Storage proves to not contain anyone. It is a simple, unadorned stone space, piled floor to ceiling with boxes and crates. There is only room for a few narrow corridors between the towers of dusty, mothballed exhibits that are stored here.
Although there is no sign of Nigel, or anyone else, you do notice a few of the exhibits near the door have been knocked over as if there was a struggle here not too long ago.
The sharpened primitive instincts of the mist-tainted pathfinders also pick up sounds coming through the wall to the east, and all of them are instantly on the alert. Dale and Tad will also be able to pick up the sounds after a moment, that of someone cackling madly next door, in the rest area.
Before they can comment, the other four pile out of the room, heading towards the lavatory, on the hunt once more!
That door too is almost wrenched off it's hinges, and you find yourselves looking into the public restrooms for the use of the museum's visiting clientele. There are several stalls along the east wall and a huge cesspool below to collect offal. All of the stall doors have been torn off and the walls are bent and battered. It also looks like someone has tried to tear a hole in the floor towards the cesspool beneath.
The stench of sewage battles the cold damp feel of the mist that wafts lazily through the area. Through the haze you can see smears of blood across the floor, walls, and ceiling... as well as across what remains of the doors of the stalls. Mad laughter echoes through the cramped stone chamber.
The source of the laughter is immediately obvious, as another tainted human squats across the room, by one of the stalls. You're not sure who he was before degenerating, but he is wearing simple workman's attire, all of it torn and covered in blood, dirt, and filth. His hands too are covered in the same, and you're pretty sure this is the source of all the damage. All of his fingernails are ripped out from the effort and he now just beats them over and over on the floor.
He stops and looks up as the door bursts open, and his lips instantly peel back revealing his teeth. He stops cackling to emit a howl of challenge, not caring at all that he is outnumbered six to one.
Before they know what they're doing, all four affected Pathfinders, answer in kind, causing the man to prepare to launch himself across the room to attack!
-- Round 1 ----------------
Tad, proto-Faliana, proto-Brady, Dale, proto-Dru <---- We are here
proto-custodian
proto-Monty
Everyone but Monty can act!
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Dale heads into the room quickly I better get a look at what's going on here before these guys tear it limb from limb! "Oh... OH! Nasty. Here have a bit of explosives Mr Janitor!"
Dale pulls out a black ball with a yellow smiley face and shakes it violently before tossing it underhandedly at the devolved man.
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The scent of filth in the air is no match for the iron-sharp blood aroma that slips tantalizingly underneath. Brady wastes no time upon sighting the feral man in the corner, nearly scrambling over Faliana and Monty as he pushes them aside to get into the room.
His mind a haze, it's simple luck that Dale was able to act quicker; Brady rushes into the smoky fumes left after the explosion of the alchemist's bomb with no regard for the flame that's still just dissipating. Not slowing, he simply throws his whole body at the miserable man.
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At first the look of filth around the place is unappealing, but she then shortly notices that there's blood around the room and on the walls. As a red haze decends upon her vision, Faliana tries to scream again, but using her voice so badly earlier she only gets a weak sounds out as it convulsively constrict against the pain. She still rushes in, but due to the weight of her armor, she can't get too far but she does get close enough to try stick it with her longspear.
Dreadlock-orc man's movements through the smoke from scary-bombs-soups-heals-smart man's bomb clears enough of it away to get a clear shot at the prey.
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Tad says another quick prayer, to bless the attacks of Monty, not realizing the level of carnage about to descend into the room beyond.
Dru starts moving in, intent of smashing the newest prey to present itself and dare to challenge her! Unfortunately, the increasingly unnatural-feeling confines of her metalic armor slow her movements, and she can't quite close as quickly as she wanted. Dale takes advantage of her slower approach to quickly duck into the room after her. He uses the rare opportunity of a clear shot to throw one of his alchemical bombs at what was probably once one of the museum's unfortunate custodians. His aim proves to be accurate, the vial crashing into the man and releasing a wave of chemical flame in the far corner of the room. Even the man's mist-tainted rage is not enough to completely block out the pain of the flames as they envelop him. You hear him scream again... in pain this time.
Not even waiting for all the flames to clear, Brady rushes in after Dale, ignoring both flames and caution in favor of a quickly rising bloodlust! As the man burns, Brady charges right into him, any unarmed technique thrown completely out the window, as he instead uses his whole body as a weapon, slamming the poor fellow against the back wall with a loud cracking thud!
Not to be left out, her pent up rage and frustration fueled to new heights by the sight and smell of blood in the room, Faliana lopes in after them. She tries to scream in anger and challenge, but only a painful raspy moan escapes her lips. Still, that does not stop her from thrusting her spear past Brady and impaling the newest challenger against the far wall.
With that final thrust, the man's screaming ceases, as he slumps over unmoving. As before, you see small wisps of silver mist flowing out of him, descending from where Faliana's spear impaled him on the wall, to merge with the fog hugging the floor.
None of you see the other occupant of the room until it is too late, as a sudden prick on Faliana's ankle is the first you notice the snake that was hiding underneath one of the broken off stall doors.
Its presence revealed, the remaining Pathfinders descend on it with a vengeance, and tear it apart in a rather uncomfortable display of violence. It does not get the opportunity to attack a second time.
Combat Over!
Now that you get a good look at him, and the mist-fueled blood rage has faded, you find a pudgy bald human. You also find a head of a half-orc male nearby on the floor, though no sign of the rest of him.
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Monty joins in crushing the snake, stamping on it hard with his feet and beating it with his hanbo. Once he's finished, he turns and beats the dead body once, then twice, before turning and scowling. He walks over to Faliana and grabs her by the foot, and if any protest comes forth from her, he bares his teeth and growls at her, warning her to be submissive before putting his mouth on her wound to try and suck out the poison.
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Smiling over her kill, Faliana relishes in her blood lust but feels a small pain in her foot. Confused, she raises her foot and finds a viper stuck to it. Feeling the pleasure from a moment ago drain, she gives another hoarse moan and kicks the thing off her leg and into the air. With all of the assembled Pack around, it's dead before it hits the floor. She looks at the wound as if trying to figure out what to do with it. When Monkey-leader bends down to try sucking the venom out she trys to wave him away and voice a few words at him, but gets forced into submission. She then watches him with judging eyes.
Feeling perfectly fine, she finally chases Monty off of her foot and starts examining the rest of the room.
She pokes her nose into one of the destroyed stalls and starts laughing, but her hurt throat just gives huffing barks of sounds. She points and mouths something but isn't able to get her voice loud enough be heard.
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Dale watches what he expected to happen: bloodbath city. I think they're getting worse. I wonder if we should try using that old scroll on one to at least even up the odds if... gulp. Dale shakes his head a bit to clear the thought.
"Faliana you ok? That was a poisonous snake that bit you. Looks like Monty helped you out though. You and Monty are good friends! We're ALL good friends here!"
Dale does go check on the viper, curious to see what it fed on after he sees the orc head and what he presumes is its lower half in the toilet. I'm going to need to come back here once this damned mist clears for some real study time...
You will quickly realize that the snake appears to have swallowed two human hands recently. One left, one right... likely from the same person.
The hands, much like the head over on the floor, was not severed cleanly, but instead looks like it was wrenched off with a great deal of trouble and force.
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Dale will check the vital signs of the bald fat man, hoping maybe he's not completely dead, and stabilize him if possible.
"One of these likely worked in the storage room and one as the custodian. Lets take a look around storage again quickly before we hit the last room?"
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Monty hoots a few times and looks back at his pack. His voice comes out a deep, dark growl, the pain in his throat deepening his voice and fouling his mood.
OOOK. OOOK. NIGEL NOT HERE. HUNT NIGEL. SEARCH EVERYWHERE! FOLLOW PACK! WE HUNT NIGEL!
He starts bounding off to the only room that they haven't searched yet, expecting his fellow pack mates to follow in tow.
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When Dale calls out that the group are all friends, Brady pauses to consider. Friends. All pack. Pack friends. Some bigger connection, a reason for the friendship, looms behind his thoughts, but he can't bring it into focus. Regardless, Dale's reminder does land home a bit. Brady approaches Dale with a huge grin--a grin that borders on the terrifying, in fact--and grips the man by the shoulders.
"Pack friends! All pack!" he speaks aloud, shaking Dale with more strength than he knows. "All pack; pack friends!" He repeats, beginning a sing-song repetition that is clearly amusing him. He smacks Dale hard on one shoulder before loping off after Monty, singing his new song.
Despite Dale's attempts to slow things down a little, his mist-tainted allies are in no mood to listen. They are in hunting mode!
Monty howls for them to follow, then lopes off through the gallery, back to the main hallway, heading towards the final exhibit hall. With answering howls of their own, all three of the others follow suit.
Tad can only throw Dale a concerned glance, before the small grippli hurries to keep pace, and Dale is forced to chase after them, as he fumbles at his belt for some of the alchemical vials stored there.
As you rush down the hallway towards the Northern Exhibit Hall, you notice that all along the hallway leading up to it, vines and and forest dioramas have been set up and painted on the walls, making it actually seem like you are moving into a more primitive and primal time... somehow that very decor mimicking the physical and mental changes affecting the Pathfinders themselves. The fact that most of it is fake and for show seems immaterial, for some of you, it feels like going home!
You start to hear the sounds of primates ... many many primates ... all screeching and howling, from the room up ahead. For four of you, rather then taking that as a warning, or a reason for caution, something in the back of your minds sees it as as yet another challenge... a challenge that must be answered!
They hit the hallway at a fast lope, and only the sturdiness of the Grand Hall's doors slow them down as they are bashed aside. It is all Tad can do to keep up, Dale falling slightly behind, as he tries to at least show up with some degree of preparation.
You find yourselves looking into a large room, almost fifty feet on a side, and just as high, with a large domed ceiling at the top. Mock vines hang from the ceiling and drape along the walls, and a number of grass huts are strewn about the open area, most of them recently ripped apart, leaving dried straw and grasses strewn all over the floor.
Any other displays here have also been destroyed, leaving only the rooms centerpiece undisturbed. In the middle of the chamber is a tall stone ziggurat, that rises up out of the mist. A monument nearly twenty feet tall. Though most of you don't appreciate the miniature replica for what it is, or recognize its Mwangi design. At the top of the ziggurat, a rail-thin elven man is strapped to an altar, his shirt ripped away, and strange sigils and monkey-paw shaped blots decorating his bare chest.
There are also a small hoard of monkeys, apes, baboons and other primates cavorting around the room in a mad chaotic milieu.
They all turn towards the doorway, as it crashes open, and howl and screech back in angry defiance, smashing their fists or random museum pieces against the floor. The display of primate unity only lasts a moment however, as it it suddenly drowned out by a loud primal ROAR, and a large angry gorilla launches itself over from the far side of the ziggurat to land on the bottom steps. It pounds it's fists so hard on floor that the stones crack and you feel the vibrations through the soles of your shoes.
All of the other primates in the room scatter into the mists, though they continue to howl and beat the floor and anything else nearby. You see some of them climbing up the vines on the walls to perch on higher beams, hang from fake trees, or spread out along the outskirts of the room... all of them watching, as if spectators in what is about to occur... though with a clear favorite.
The gorilla rises up on his legs, beating his chest. But none of you see it as a threat, merely a challenge that can not be ignored!
-- Round 1 -----------------
proto-Brady, proto-Monty <----------- We are here!
Monkey Business!
Dale, proto-Faliana (-1 nl), proto-Dru, Tad
Bold can go!
Can everyone give me a perception check as well, on your turns!
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Brady listens to the howls of the various primates about the room with a wistfulness that he didn't expect. Home! is all his simple brain can put together from the sound, but it draws him even as the tone of the howls attempts to warn him away. My home; pack home! Kill other pack; live here forever!
When the enormous gorilla positions itself in front of the ziggurat, Brady draws his lips back in a fierce grin that bears all of his teeth, and a primal sound erupts from behind them. as any pretense at language has now escaped him. He rushes towards the enormous primate.
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Monty howls at the large ape, hooting before rushing forward with his pack mate. "NIGEL OURS! GIVE BACK!" He rushs forward, also nimble bounds meant to prevent attacks.
Once close to his opponent, he swings his staff, trying to trip the ape.
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Brady and Monty both charge the gorilla with angry howls. The massive creature swats at Brady with a huge backhand, catching the man across the shoulder before he can duck the blow.
But it is not enough to stop him, as he slams his own fist into the larger primate's chest with all his mist-fueled might. The gorilla stumbles slightly from the force of the blow, which is enough for Monty to get inside it's reach and extend the stumble into a full on topple.
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The gorilla tips over with a furious roar of anger, echoed all around the room by the small hoard of monkeys and apes, and you feel the vibrations as its massive bulk hits the floor.
It doesn't stay down long though, as it starts to get back up intent on smashing the one that would dare knock it over!
As it does so, however, suddenly the dried grasses scattered across the floor from the ruined displays, and the display vines hanging on the walls in the hallway and near the door, start to move, reaching out and trying to wrap themselves around all of the Pathfinders. The effect extends all the way down the hallway, where the vines grasp at Dale and those still in the hall, almost up to the ziggurat where bits of dried grass try to grasp at Dale and Brady, almost as if trying to protect the gorilla! Some of the primates in the southwest and southeast corners of the room screech wildly, and scramble away up the walls, as the vines in those corners seem to reach for them as well.
Monty and Brady barely even notice, kicking the brittle grass aside like it was barely there, as both of them gang up on the gorilla, slamming their fists into it as it gets up. Brady's blows deflects off the beast's muscular back, causing no damage, but Monty manages to anger it even more by landing a solid blow across its head. As it gets to its feet, it turns on the smaller primate and starts wailing on him with all it's strength, sending the vanaran reeling.
-- Round 1 -----------------
proto-Brady (-4), proto-Monty (-6)
Monkey Business!, Gorilla (-16, really angry)
Dale, proto-Faliana (-1 nl), proto-Dru, Tad <----------- We are here!
Bold can go!
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Faliana gleefully bounds out of the other rooms and follows her leader out into the hallway and to the doors of the other room. Enchanted by the sense of home, she comments, in a raspy voice "Feel safe, Anavi there" before they slam the doors open. Still distracted by the feelings, she doesn't react the fastest, failing to even notice the threat until after two of her pack mates move out. As the grass starts growing she finally starts moving, but moves too slow and gets caught by them.
Sludging through the brittle plants, Faliana approaches gorilla and brings the longspear in her hands to bear.
Drusilla, Faliana, and Dale, all find their movements hampered by the remains of the moving plantlife. Dale seems fascinated by the entire process, but the woman snarl in frustration as the dried vegetagion holds them back! Still, Faliana manages to get herself within striking distance of the giant gorilla while Drusilla only moves part of the distance, instead looking around with a bit of care as she sees something flash out of the corner of her eye.
It appears to be a tiny little wooden statue, about the size of your hand. You only noticed it due to some small magical emanations that flashed off of it briefly... indicating it might have been responsible for the vines and grasses that grab at your legs even now!
-- Round 1 -----------------
Dale (entangled), proto-Faliana (-1 nl, entangled), proto-Dru (entangled), Tad <----------- We are here!
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proto-Brady (-4), proto-Monty (-6)
Monkey Business!, Gorilla (-16, really angry)
Tad, then Brady and Monty are up!
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Monty howls in rage, any thought of tactics banished as he leaps at his foe, fists flying in a flurry of blows!
His first attack strikes a powerful blow, but the powerhouse haymaker that was to follow swings by as he howls in rage at being defied. He screams out in a language unintelligible to the others.
BOW BEFORE ME! I AM THE GREATER PRIMATE! I AM ALPHA! BOW YOU TAILESS IDIOT!
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Brady continues his assault on the gorilla, pummeling the creature with every bit of strength that he can muster. The sounds of the other primates in the galleries only inspires him to fight harder, triggering something deep in his primate brain that awakens memories of similar battles of domination that reach far back into his own evolutionary past.
Though his mind is tainted by the mist, the mist only amplifies his combat senses; he slowly starts to circle around the gorilla, hoping to create a flanking situation that will help he and Monty later.
Tad moves forward, the vines on the walls grasping and tangling, impeding his movement, just like everyone else who started in the hallway. Undaunted, the grippli manages to gets close enough to call up the holy flame of his deity in his palm, and lob it from the doorway towards the chaotic melee around the ziggurat! But one of the dried vines snags at his elbow at the last moment, causing the flame to fly just wide!
Brady sidles sideways, out of the grasping grasses, some part of his brain still pondering the basic concepts of strategy, but he has no luck landing a solid blow through the gorillas thick muscles. In contrast, Monty is not thinking strategic positioning at all, as he continues to throw fists and feet at his large adversary with wild abandon, shrieking at it in his native language the entire time (though you're not sure how understandable it would be even if you knew vanaran... he seems almost like a smaller version of the gorilla itself at this point). He manages to land one blow that causes the giant ape to shake its head slightly, and roar back in anger.
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It appears to be having issues keeping focus... though that does not stop it's assault on the upstart monkey with the stick! In fact, the attack seem to come even more furious then before. It rains more massive blows down on Monty. He barely manages to dodge one of them, and has no chance avoiding the second backhand that thumps him across the chest with a crack audible from across the room. Monty goes flying back and collapses into the mist. As his form skids across the floor and comes to a halt, you see silvery mist flow out of his nose and mouth, even as the nearby grasses start to wind around his limbs without resistance.
The gorilla roars in triumph as the first of it's challengers fall, and the monkey gallery hoots and howls in support of their champion!
Almost at the same time, Brady feels a dark malaise descend on him, and something about the skin on his arms starts to change.
If you make the save, you manage to shake of the mallaise and your skin just itches for a moment.
No one else seems to have noticed it at all yet.
You see the figure tied to the altar at the top of the ziggurat struggling to get free.
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proto-Brady (-4), proto-Monty (-17, prone, entangled, dying)
Monkey Business!, Gorilla (-20, really angry)
Dale (entangled), proto-Faliana (-1 nl, entangled), proto-Dru (entangled), Tad (entangled) <----------- We are here!
Bold can go!
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Seeing the mighty blow it landed on Monkey-leader, Faliana is wary about approaching the large gorilla. She instead, in her still raw voice, starts screeching at it. "Hurt Pack Leader! You DIE! TO ME PACK! AVENGE LEADER!" While screaming her abuses, she steps to one side and tries to lodge her spear into the gorilla's side.
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As Monty goes down, Dale struggles forward through the grasping vines, and tries to intimidate the much larger gorilla with his biting words... but very large apes prove remarkably difficult to sway with insults, and this particular ape seems more concerned with the fight its currently in, then what the hairless ape is saying in the doorway.
Tad, having trouble moving, tries to free himself with a quick blessing, but he can't quite finish the gestures properly with his arm entangled! He doesn't let that dissuade him, however, as he immediately casts a second spell, this time managing to finish it despite the plants. A warm glow starts to form, then suddenly a long pink tongue darts out of his mouth, reaching almost ten feet across the open hall, to strike Monty where he lay prone on the floor. Where it touches, the glow seems to flow from Tad to the injured vanaran, as some of the worst of Monty's wounds start to mend, the healing energies spreads outwards from the point of contact.
Faliana takes a more direct path to protecting the downed monk, thrusting her spear, with all her might, at the gorilla. The words in her head come out as little more then a hoarse rasp, but the meaning is clear regardless. The giant ape is not prepared for the attack at all, and her spear pierces it's rib cage and a few vital organs behind it.
With a gurgling attempt at a defiant roar, it tries to turn on its new foe... but it doesn't manage the maneuver, and instead crumpling to the floor with a sigh. One massive hand grasps at the wound on its side, and a large pool of blood starts to form beneath it. The mighty Da'Tunga is able to fight no more. The nearby apes and monkeys go wild, screeching and hollering even louder then before, if anything starting to get even more aggressive then they were... though none of them seems willing to do more then make noise and aggressive gestures for now.
Whatever evil spirits are driving this madness, they seem to be pressing even harder to make you all lose control completely! You're not sure if you can keep the urges at bay much longer!
Drusilla, seeing the gorilla fall, instead plods towards a place along the far west wall, finally escaping the grasping plants half way there. She seems to be pointing towards something and screaming about statues or the like. The rest of you only see the monkeys, who scream at the spear-maiden as she advances on them, and scatter, some climbing up the nearby vines, others loping across the floor to join with the others on the north side of the gallery.
Your chest hurts like hell, and you suspect you might have a cracked rib... and the pain seems to push right through your chest into your lungs and up into your throat... and for some reason, you can't move.
The first thing you realize is you're head seems to have cleared... the clearest it's been since you entered the museum. You vaguely remember what you did and how you were acting up until now, but all those primal urges and bestial instincts seem to have gone.
Other then a huge headache, you seem to be yourself again. Though you're covered in dried bits of straw and hay, all of it trying to hold you fast.
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proto-Brady (-4), Monty (-9, prone, entangled) <----------- We are here!
Monkey Business!
Dale (entangled), proto-Faliana (-1 nl, entangled), proto-Dru, Tad (entangled)
Bold can go! (Dru, Brady, and Monty)
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Monty groans, trying to sit up, then pulling harder.
He pulls himself away from his weak restraints and stands, letting out another groan and mumbles, his voice rasping out.
Ooooooo.... I'm gonna feel that tomorrow... I'm to old for this nonsense...
He looks around the room, his eyes once again sharp. He walks over to where Dru is, his steps once again steady and smooth as his staff taps along, though he seems to be leaning on it more heavily than before. He looks down and sees the little statue.
He looks back up to the top of the ziggurat and looks like he's going to yell, but stops to rub his throat.
Blast it. I don't care if it is important. Nothing good comes from Usaran relics anyways. Dru, smash the thing.
He glares at the monkeys around, baring his teeth and letting the other primates know that it'd be a bad idea to interfere.
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Brady sees Dru and Monty gathering around this small mask. Not quite understanding it, he moves over to them slowly, curious as to what it could be or what it could mean. He looks from the mask to his companions, unsure.
While he's unable to figure out the mask, he's able to read the mood of his pack. Even though the (former?) pack leader speaks oddly now, Brady is still able to parse the command. The mask must be destroyed.
Brady leaps at the tiny mask, doing his best to crush it with the might of his body.
Hurting all over, Monty wrenches on the dried and brittle grasses trying to hold him fast and easily breaks free as he slowly gets to his feet. He seems suddenly clear, the feral nature that had started to take over gone, as he points towards Dru and the little wood idol, telling the others to destroy it.
Brady manages to shake off the malaise that was trying to overcome him, but not the rage and destructive thoughts racing through is mist-tainted brain. He really wants to smash something... and the back of Dru's head looks inviting... as he sidles over beside her... he then sees the idol the others are talking about, and even though he's not sure why, destroying it feels good too! He tries to pound it into the galleries stone floor.
The idol is just that, a small wooden icon about the size of a clenched fist... carved with a primitive depiction of an angry humanoid face. It has no legs, or other defining features. Definitely not a statue. Just a simple roundish piece of wood.
Unfortunately, as Brady goes to smash it, it kind of tips over at the last second, and his blow misses... causing the little idol to skip and roll across the stone floor to the left... even managing to end up upright at the end of it. Totally Brady's fault... it certainly didn't just move there on its own.
the shaft of your weapon suddenly starts to bend and warp, almost forming a full arc in your hand.
You're sure that beating the weapon on something will make it act normal again! Maybe that wooden thing!
You do remember there being three of them mentioned on the invoices though...
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Dale (entangled), proto-Faliana (-1 nl, entangled), proto-Dru, Tad (entangled) <----------- We are here!
-- Round 4 -----------------
proto-Brady (-4), Monty (-9)
Tik Taan
Bold can go!