In 4121 AR, the desert dwarves of the Barrier Wall Mountains sealed the famed Tar-Urkatha mine abruptly, saying only that one of the richest platinum mines in history had played out. Nearly six centuries later, the truth rises from the darkness.
The bowmen fire and Chitleen manages to 'wing' one of the big birds, mostly hitting feathers, but leaving a spot of blood. Shirish steps up to slash open the breast and then shield slap its head as it tries to bite her.
Cortos hacks into the Mega-chicken with a spray of blood and crunch of hollow bones. The axebeak nips at Jerrand as it staggers up ruining his swing. Dwarf AoOs on Axebeak.
Cortos would have had a +4 vs prone opponent and please break down you modifiers- Jerrand would be +3+1+4 (BAB+Str) + magic weapon + prone
The dwarves pound the fallen axebeak into pulp as arrows and bolts fly over Shirish's head. Fortunately she is able to hack a drumstick out from under the bird and then crush its head with her shield. Just as suddenly as they appeared the carnivorous birds are dead.
Chitleen removes the string from his bow and stores it for safekeeping. He then moves to the axebeak and plucks a few of the choice and as yet unbloodied feathers from the corpse. Turning to the dwarves "Perhaps you wish to track it's origin to see if there are more eggs to be had?"
The trail of the larger birds over the desert pavement isn't too hard to follow and Chitleen and Jerrand soon come to a small nesting pit. Unfortunately, it is long past mating season, so no eggs are to be found, but strangely enough, a gold chain necklace and a shining silver dagger rest on the edge of the pit.
"My sympathies sahib, it would appear as though there will not be any eggs for you on the morrow... however we have found something that may ease the pain" Chitleen kneels near the nest to assess the value of the necklace and dagger.
Chitleens appraisal finds the chain pretty standard fare worth about 50 scarabs, but the dagger is in fact mithral and well-made worth around 500 scarabs. MW mithral dagger- counts as silver and I'm adding the ability that mithral thrown weapons add 10 ft to their range due to their lightness so a thrown mithral dagger has a range of 20.
Chitleen sneers slightly at the gold chain before offering it to Jerrand "Common fare, but perhaps it could purchase a morning repast for you when we reach Solku? - so as to lessen the blow of the nest being forsaken of eggs?" he picks up the dagger with more reverence and moves to Daeron "This is of much finer make, but I suspect too delicate for our companions.... would you care for it?"
Not long after, the travelers climb a hillock and have an overlook of the surrounding area. North is the central lowlands and the Sabkha. You can just make out the thread of the Obelisk Trail that runs from Katapesh to Solku. To the east you see the dark green of the Sparadyn Jungle.
"Meet exotic new species, kill and consume them?" Shirish suggests, raising an eyebrow. "There, the path is laid for us. There," she points to the jungle and grins, incisors featuring prominently, "there is a challenge."
The history of the Agate King, as with so much of the history of Ancient Osirion, is lost to the ages. However, Daeron would surmise the Agate King ruled near the height of the God Kings of Osirion during the early Age of Desiny. The pyramid was only rediscovered about two thousand years ago in association with the dawn of the Oasis Age of Katapesh.
The Steps of the Agate King was long ago looted, but rumors over the ages hold that the Agate King's tomb was never found and that it still lay hidden beneath the agate veined blocks of the pyramid.
The Sparadyn Jungle is nowhere near the size of the famed Vargas Swamp of the north or even the Evergrowth farther west and holds no reptilian humanoids like the others. However, it is still home to various dangerous reptiles including a large number of basilisks. It is rumored to be infested by giant insects and other dangerous vermin as well as bandits and cultists.
Smiling benignly "Why good dwarf I would gauge we have time for multiple detours if we so wish. Perhaps if you would lead the way? - with such a hearty repast why your innards must be half stone already so you have naught to fear from the gaze of the basilisk." said good-naturedly and with a sideways wink at Daeron.
Not waiting for a reply, Chitleen starts to walk in the direction of the jungle.
Heady from the success of their venture into the Shrine of the Black Sphinx and perhaps a tad overconfident, our heroes turn from the Obelisk Trail and head eastward toward the dark tangle of the Sparadyn Jungle. They reach the edges of the forest as the sun sinks in the west.
Even camped some distance from the jungle, the droning buzz of insects through the night is quite impressive. That clamor fades with the dawn and is replaces by raucuos bird calls as you breakfast on travel rations and check your gear.
Shirish rises early, and lacking the ability to take a leisurely jog into the likely death trap full of statuary crafting basilisks trains with her longsword, hammer, and shield for an hour instead. She chants beneath her breath in Orcish with each swing, and smiles, then when sated, raises her long sword and grins at the path ahead, and flexes the impressive muscles in her solid arms.
Shirish is calling upon Kurgess's blessings in Orcish
Are we ripening the axe-beaks for the next meal eh dwarves?
forgot about that. heck of a drumstick. you could pit roast some of the meat overnight if you like.
Once prepared, you push on into the verdant thicket. The going is slow as you have to chop your way with nearly every step and the groundcover obscures holes and roots that keep you working to stay upright. Eventually you reach a game trail and are able to move somewhat more quickly though you still have to duck dangling lianas and low branches.
Perception DC 16:
Just ahead, concealed by the hanging greenery, you make out a dwarf-sized black beetle following the trail straight toward you.