Arundel notes bronze tubes, cunningly hidden in the surviving reliefs.
'Well that's very interesting' After peering over the slab, Tribim calls down "There's a hallway here, fancy decorated too. Should we try and head down it?"
Namtar descends with the masters. Master, Namtar will go through the tube. The Father of Victories honors those who are brave and obedient to their Masters
Namtar climbs through one of the tubes
'I should drop a rope, so if someone wants to climb up here they can.' Tribim, still up on the slab of rough rock, removes his rope from his back and ties knots in it every foot. He then ties the middle of it to a knot of the rock and drops the halves down the sides. One half into the Passageway, one half into the chamber where his friends are. Calling down to the team "Someone light a light, yeah? I'm gonna check out tha Chamber."
He then slides down the rope and causing his dancing lights to appear as a "vaguely humanoid shape" he sends the 'humanoid' down the hallway almost sixty foot ahead and he slowly follows.
When Tribim throws the rope, Dommer assumes his Monkey Aspect and climbs up. Once he reaches up, he switches back to his Bear Aspect.
Namtar scrabbled up the rope
Namtar descends with the masters. Master, Namtar will go through the tube. The Father of Victories honors those who are brave and obedient to their Masters
Namtar climbs through one of the tubes
Oh sorry misread. I thought the rope was the tube... gah Namtar will climb da rope!!!!
Tribim climbed down the rope on the far side of the slab as Namtar and Dommer crowded on top. He sent his lights forward, illuminating the statues and moved cautiously on behind them. The lights shone into a wider chamber dominated by a large pillar of blue-veined gray stone.
From behind one of the statues, a strange creature that looked to be no more than two eyes as large as a halfling's head joined by a band of sinew and muscle emerged, its huge orbs glowing with unnatural light. A cold blue ray lanced from one and struck the halfling square in the chest. His blood ran cold and for an instant Tribim felt a fear like none he had ever experienced before crash over him. But rattled, he forced down the unnatural terror.
The floating eyeballs turned in the air and presented the other orb, which struck with a soft, gray beam. It too struck Tribim and he felt himself doze for a moment before shaking it off.
oh dear
Inits!
Oh dear.
bummer
Anyway, Trib is Shaken until this point next round.
–2 penalty on attack rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks. Shaken is a less severe state of fear than frightened or panicked.
Round 1.
double bummer
And shaken expires.
Namtar's muscles bulge as he hauls himself up the rope to stand beside Trib.
Amarekashu looked at the hole in frustration. His massive bulk made getting through impossible.
Arundel will quickly file off the information about the tubes when the sounds of combat reach him. He will approach the wall, and also look dubiously at the gap at the top. "I don't think I could squeeze through there. If we want to push it down, though, I might have a spell that could help with that."
Amarekashu looked at the hole in frustration. His massive bulk made getting through impossible.
Gripping the stone, Amarekashu heaved, muscles bulging in his arms and shoulders as he tried to help.
Dommer assumes his Bull aspect, and tries to help Amarekashu with the Strength.
Arundel centers himself, and also attempts to aid in pushing the slab down.
Regin joins the others.
A cold blue ray lanced from one and struck the halfling square in the chest. His blood ran cold and for an instant Tribim felt a fear like none he had ever experienced before crash over him. But rattled, he forced down the unnatural terror.
The floating eyeballs turned in the air and presented the other orb, which struck with a soft, gray beam. It too struck Tribim and he felt himself doze for a moment before shaking it off...
'oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, What the blazes was that, I need to get back to the team.' Shaking himself from the momentary lethargy, Tribim starts running back to the large rock and his friends, attempting to avoid going near the glowing orbs.
Zummabu's company threw their shoulders against the huge rock. It shifted, teetered, and finally fell forward with a tremendous crash and rush of displaced air. The din almost obscured the click as a part of the floor beneath suddenly rose up half an inch and the many tubes in the walls hissed as a bright yellow gas rushed out of them. Amarekashu and Dommer felt nothing beyond a slight dizziness, but Arundel, Namtar, and Regin all felt their wits dull as the cloud rose up and dissipated.
Tribim rushed back from the eyeball creature, which turned its attention to Namtar. The soft, gray ray struck him in the shoulder and he, like Tribim, felt himself doze for an instant before shaking it off.
The Aid Another Voltron is going to run through everyone's action but Trib's, so I'm just going to resolve them as a lot and schedule the fall for when the last comes. Technically should reshuffle the inits for that, but it's too much bother really.
Best roll is a 22, so we only need one aid success to pop the rock over. We've got that, so done. Also sprung a trap because hey, why not? :)
Fort DC 15 all around, except Trib who is out of range.
Arundel, Namtar, and Regin all take and are illiterate for 24 hours. They need to save again in 9 rounds and once a minute thereafter until they've got 6 down (this one included) or succeed.
Eyeguy shoots Namtar
Namtar feels his mind shrink, his thoughts becoming sluggish and dull like an unsharpened blade. Yet, still he gloried as he became more and more the ideal the Lord of the City desired. A warrior should not think, thinking brought the foul lies of Tiamat and rebellion. Thinking and knowledge brought foreign ways and traditions that polluted and corrupted a man, sapping his strength and breeding cowardice in his heart. A man should be strong and brave. He should be unquestioning in his loyalty and absolute in his obedience.
His confidence and joy at better representing the ideal offering to the Father of Victories strengthens his hands and quickens his limbs.With a determined sneer, and grim fire in his eyes, Namtar snatches out a hand like lightning to grab the eye stalks in his crushing grip.
Cursing, Amarekashu stared at the vile smoke. "Somehow, I feel we should have considered that." Shaking off the gas, he stared at the strange eye creature, and shifted to the Dragon Stance before charging at the strange creature.
Dommer simply climbs up and then moves towards the direction of the enemy to help. His appearance becomes hairier as he moves, looking a bit more like a Bear.
Regin advances as far as he can toward Trib and tries to intercept the... Thing.
In the prices he breathes a good portion of the mist and feels his mind slow down, but there no time to be concerned about that now.
Shaking his head sharply to try to clear out the sudden cobwebs, Arundel will attempt to move forward and prepare to attack the eyeballs.
'How odd, a guardian that makes people sleepy, not very scary' Having ran past everyone Tribim turns and catching his breath casts magic missile at the eye that had shot the grey ray.
Regin advances as far as he can toward Trib and tries to intercept the... Thing. In the process he breathes a good portion of the mist and feels his mind slow down, but there no time to be concerned about that now.
'How odd, a guardian that makes people sleepy, not very scary' Having ran past everyone Tribim turns and catching his breath casts magic missile at the eye that had shot the grey ray. The magical bolt struck true, but seemed to do little harm to the eye-creature.
Shaking his head sharply to try to clear out the sudden cobwebs, Arundel moved forward and prepared to attack the eyeballs.
Namtar feels his mind shrink, his thoughts becoming sluggish and dull like an unsharpened blade. Yet, still he gloried as he became more and more the ideal the Lord of the City desired. A warrior should not think, thinking brought the foul lies of Tiamat and rebellion. Thinking and knowledge brought foreign ways and traditions that polluted and corrupted a man, sapping his strength and breeding cowardice in his heart. A man should be strong and brave. He should be unquestioning in his loyalty and absolute in his obedience.
His confidence and joy at better representing the ideal offering to the Father of Victories strengthens his hands and quickens his limbs as he rushed forward.
Dommer simply climbs up and then moves towards the direction of the enemy to help. His appearance becomes hairier as he moves, looking a bit more like a Bear.
Cursing, Amarekashu stared at the vile smoke. "Somehow, I feel we should have considered that." Shaking off the gas, he stared at the strange eye creature, and shifted to the Dragon Stance before charging at the strange creature. He struck with great force, his blow stretching one of the huge eyeballs nearly to its bursting.
In return the eyes turned on him and the soft gray beam filled his vision for an instant before he fell dead to sleep.
Amarekashu hits hard. :)
he's asleep.
Amarekashu collapse to the ground. In a moment a great snore ripped through the chambers, small crackles of electricity breathed out with each breath.
Dommer moves over to Amerakashu's sleeping body, occupying the same square as to protect him. He swiftly but gently kicks the monk, trying to wake him up.
Wakey-wakey, bronze boy!
At the same time, the Dwarf moves his hands, and a giant hammer of stones appears, with which he tries to hit the creature.
[ooc[ any way i can use my attack rolls from last round ? :) [/ooc]
Realizing that he had ran past the team, Tribim returns back down the hall and cast Jolt at the two eyed monster.
[ooc[ any way i can use my attack rolls from last round ? :) [/ooc]
[ooc[ any way i can use my attack rolls from last round ? :) [/ooc]
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[ooc[ any way i can use my attack rolls from last round ? :) [/ooc]
Rhasuel steps up next to his dwarven comrade and strikes the eyeball of Unplanned Naps!
Arundel will crowd in around the eyeballs of doom as well, and aim a punch at one of them.
Regin steps up next to his dwarven comrade and strikes the eyeball of Unplanned Naps a solid blow. An instant later, Trib's lightning slew it. The creature convulsed once and drifted back under both blows before falling like a stone.
'They tipped the rock over, wish I had thought of that.' Seeing the odd eye creature fall. "Nice hit Regin, now shall we see what's beyond?" Tribim sends his dancing lights to one of the statues and inspects it carefully and then proceeds into the room at the end of the hall, checks the room for anything suspicious first and then admiring the large blue veined grey pillar.
Regin nods his very foggy head and follows Trib close just in case something jumps him again.
'They tipped the rock over, wish I had thought of that.' Seeing the odd eye creature fall. "Nice hit Regin, now shall we see what's beyond?" Tribim sends his dancing lights to one of the statues and inspects it carefully and then proceeds into the room at the end of the hall, checks the room for anything suspicious first and then admiring the large blue veined grey pillar.
The pillars didn't look like any local dignitaries of historical interest, and certainly no contemporary worthies. But as he passed them, Tribim noticed odd currents in the air. Just by every statue there seemed to be an odd breeze blowing toward its saluting arm. His lights revealed no more about the statues than Trib had already seen.
The temperature dropped abruptly from comfortable to bone-chilling cold well short of the corridor's end.
Namtar tosses the eyeballs to the ground with a sneer of disgust. Masters, the air is cold. What causes this? He shivers.
The stonemason eyes become falcon-like again, as he tries to analyze the statues and the strange currents mentioned by Namtar.
The stonemason eyes become falcon-like again, as he tries to analyze the statues and the strange currents mentioned by Namtar.
[dice=Perception]1d20+7+4
Dommer can't see anything in the stonework which would explain the odd breezes or the cold. He's quite sure that the statues aren't local, though. They look to be the sort of material you'd find closer to the Great Rift, which would have been hauled this far at some expense.
Regin moves through the hall and shivers. This doesn't feel natural... He casts a simple detection spell to see if anything magical is about.
Dommer reveals his findings to the group, and waits to hear what else Regin and the others have to say.
Having been roused again, the slightly embarrased Amarekashu followed along. Noting the odd air current once it was pointed out, he added, "Some connection to the Elemental Plane of Air?"
Tribim shrugs his shoulders, "There are odd currents blowing toward the statues hands, and there not from around here, maybe the wind is related to the sculptures. but why did it get so cold?"
Tribim proceeds to the end of the corridor and takes a careful looks around.