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Grynt awaits to see if Narayan will listen to Copper...
"If he won't listen to you Copper, we may be compelled to go on...according to the map, the museum's office lie through the north door in the hallway ahead...maybe we can find some answers there...from their talk, it would seem they're still capable of fighting if we run into anything..."
Grynt is not comfortable talking this much, but in their current situation, sees no way around it...
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Narayan shakes his head, a look of dejected frustration on his face. Copper Tam, I'm me! Cursse insside! He jabs a thick finger at the museum before plopping down on the steps with a sigh.
Maybe healer help. But maybe healer need sstatue help. He covers his face with his hands leaving only his enlarged snout poking out. Sso much fog.
But I know Copper Tam. I know friends. I not fight friends. I think insside. But. I follow if need follow.
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The pained Halfling follows, too confused for anything more than a grunt.
As he stalks forth, he stops to shakes his head every so often, as if trying to dislodge painful thoughts from his enlarged ears. Of course, you can't dislodge emptiness, and it's a lot to go from a mind full of personality and wit to an empty room where the most dominant force is the empathic pleading of a shrub.
Absent-mindedly (as everything he does is at this point), he strokes Mister Trelawney's petrified form, as if to cling to something familiar.
Grynt steps through the door. The mists here congeal into a thick and silvery fog that cools the lungs. Arranged throughout this large hall are exhibits on the funerary traditions of several civilizations, along with preserved corpses arrayed in grim stillness.
A giant warrior looms from the haze, his arms crossed at his chest, his helm solemn and still. Beyond lie sarcophagi of varied designs, and a few glass cases wherein withered dead are held upright by rods and string; grim exhibits of long-dead citizens whose fallen empires were erased an age past.
A placard above this hall reads “The Honored Dead” in blood-red calligraphy.
Through the shroud of mists, you see a closed door on the far north wall.
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Grynt, bow in hand, nods towards the closed door to the north...and then points to it...
"The office lies beyond that door...Narayan, Giovanni, Gardener, we need to go through that door..."
Grynt stays back a bit to cover Narayan with his bow...once the Nagaji and the other two cursed companions start moving towards the door, Grynt will proceed that way as well...
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Mister Trelawney knows fear and decides to stay as hidden as possible.
The Gardener, however, does not know fear in any measure, and no longer knows intelligent caution either.
He begins walking straight across the room towards the indicated portal, barely paying attention to the seeming warrior statue.
If I can find my mind... I go.... The half-orc... Trust.
At least part of this disjointed pattern of thought (and the journey across the room) is aided by the persistent empathic urging of Mister Trelawney.
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Grynt nods at the Lady, thinking it a good idea to cover the only exit...he feels uneasy in the mist, not to mention being in a room dedicated to the undead...he stays where he is, primarily keeping an eye over his three cursed companions. Recalling all the escaped apes, he also glances up into the rafters/celings of the room, making sure nothing lurks above...
Narayan catches a twitch, the beginnings of a shuffle out of the corner of his eye, and has the barest moment to react when several of the dessicated figures burst to life and begin staggering towards the party!
One is a withered, mummified thing from beneath Osirion’s sands bearing a jeweled scarab on its chest among its spiced wrappings, a scarab seer and warrior-priest of an old Pharaonic age. Another is a hulking skeleton, a towering ancestor of the Kellid race who wields a greatclub fashioned from a mammoth’s ivory tusk. The third is a shrunken, emaciated corpse wrapped in rotten silks, and holding a silvered Qadiran scimitar in its bony fists. Finally, an armored warrior of a long-dead empire, clad in heavy discolored bronze plates and helm, lurches towards you!
Narayan's spade flies through the air, crushing through the battered bronze helmet and crushing through the skull of the animated corpse. It crumples to the ground, head obliterated!
The proto-kellid, greatclub raised, stalks forward and swings it at Narayan!
The mammoth's tusk crushes into your ribs!
Seeing the tiny form of The Gardener, the mummified Osirian Scarab Seer jumps forward and slashes it's claws at your diminutive form!
The claws catch you on the shoulder, and while the wound is grievous, it does not fell you, nor does the poison in it's strike paralyze you!
Your arrow strikes hard, and the Osirion corpse hisses in pain!
Giovanni's rapier glances off the skeletal frame of the Warlord, causing no damage.
Lady D's crossbow bolt soars through the melee, passing through an empty eye socket and cracking through the back of the Proto-Kellid War Chief's skull! It collapses to the floor, a pile of bones topped by the well-crafted ivory tusk it was using as a greatclub.
The Qadiran Warlord of Old skitters forward, slashing at Giovanni with its silvered scimitar...
...but the slice goes wide!
Narayan's strike clangs against Qadiran Warlord's tattered armor, preventing any damage from landing!
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Surprised and in pain, The Gardener retaliates against the closest monster with a smack from a trowel, letting out a shocked grunt.
He then dashes back with a five-foot step, then jogs backward a further few feet out of claw range.
Mister Trelawney shifts out of Petrified form as a standard action, ready to Aid his master, such as he is.
Copper's bladed scarf strikes true, but does little more than scrape against the hardened bone underneath the Qadiran Warlord's armor.
The Osirian Scarab Seer spies an opportunity to strike with assistance from the Qadiran - he rushes over and flanks Giovanni, slashing with his claws!
Though he doesn't strike hard, the claws slip through Giovanni's armor, and leave a solid scrape along his ribs...
...and though you feel the insidious poison seeping through you, it doesn't freeze you in place.
The Qadiran Warlord manages to slashe at Giovanni as he passes by...
...but Giovanni just dodges out of the way of the strike! His blow cuts through ancient armor, but simply stabs through the ribs of the skeleton!
Grynt's arrow creases the Osirian Scarab Seer's back as it races past, and while that blow fails to fell the beast, Lady Alya's crossbow bolt brings it down!
The ancient Qadiran warlord, last of your opponents, slashes at Copper Tam in desperation with its silvered scimitar...
...but nearly drops the scimitar instead!
Narayan's spade slams through the Qadiran Warlord's spine with brutal force, cleaving the skeletal undead in two.
The Gardener's trowel flies through the air, catching the eye of the Osirian Scarab Seer.
As the Qadiran's two halves hit the floor, you take a moment to calm your breathing in the heavy mist.
- One ornate scarab on the chest of the Osirian Scarabe Seer.
- One masterwork ivory greatclub on the Proto-Kellid War Chief.
- One masterwork alchemical silver scimitar on the Qadiran Warlord.
- One longsword and one set of bronze half-plate on the Bronze Legionnaire.