Rygel points at the imp, then points at the rooms more emphatically, baring his teeth and chirping even louder.
Cassian rubs the back of his head. "He wants you to go in. I think he's hoping that if you kill something, it'll turn into something he can eat." The rogue shrugs apologetically. "I don't think he understands how they work."
She scrambles away from the monkey, perching on top of a ramshackle of broken chairs that should not be able to hold any weight... and probably wouldn't hold the imp if her wings were not beating wildly. "No food here except for rot." Her words directed towards Rygel. "Nothing needs it and only the glu...to... nous eat."
She scrambles away from the monkey, perching on top of a ramshackle of broken chairs that should not be able to hold any weight... and probably wouldn't hold the imp if her wings were not beating wildly. "No food here except for rot." Her words directed towards Rygel. "Nothing needs it and only the glu...to... nous eat."
Rygel gleefully pursues, letting out happy chirps.
"Now he thinks you're playing," Cassian says. "This is going to continue until he catches you. But on the upside, you'll end up groomed."
Cassian waits in the pregnant pause following Azhar's shrug.
"All right. At risk of starting up the debate again, here's what I think we do. Wake her up, ask her what she's doing, and if she lies or just won't spill, I'll kill her quickly."
He pauses. "Everyone okay with that scenario?"
Azhar looks at Rev, glances at the others and winces slightly.
His gaze returns to Rev. Decides it probably best to say nothing.
"I'm just trying to take advantage of your kind nature by giving foot rubs." He gets up onto his elbows and maintains very brief eye contact before dropping his head back onto the bed. "It seems to be working," he says, the tone of his voice clear that he is grinning at the ceiling.
After stumbling through the heart, finding numerous dead ends of torture chambers and storage, finally you find a hallway that leads to more than just a single room.
The first chamber the hallway runs through is oddly shaped and empty of furnishings. A large, circular side chamber nearby contains what appears to be a weirdly flickering spiral staircase leading up into the shadowy shaft above.
And take 3d6 damage.
Gravlax climbs the staircase ... and falls off from a fairly decent height.
He doesn't land poorly, but he doesn't land well, either.
"Fades out about thirty feet up," he says, stretching his neck, and wincing.
"...could you hit me with that healing wand again?" he asks Amaya.
Cassian waits in the pregnant pause following Azhar's shrug.
"All right. At risk of starting up the debate again, here's what I think we do. Wake her up, ask her what she's doing, and if she lies or just won't spill, I'll kill her quickly."
He pauses. "Everyone okay with that scenario?"
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...A large, circular side chamber nearby contains what appears to be a weirdly flickering spiral staircase leading up into the shadowy shaft above.
Azhar stops as Gravlax falls through somewhere above him. He looks for an entrance or door above, fingering his grappling arrow and remaining rope. Seeing none, he turns around and comes back down. Stopping to make sure Gravlax is not overly injured.
Rygel gleefully pursues, letting out happy chirps.
"Now he thinks you're playing," Cassian says. "This is going to continue until he catches you. But on the upside, you'll end up groomed."
The imp continues trying to evade the monkey, but is unable to keep out of the nimble creature's reach. She does however manage to wiggle out of the grooming often when Rygel gets a hold of her.
maybe we should simply ask her to tell us something useful Melilot suggests to Gravlax.
maybe we should simply ask her to tell us something useful Melilot suggests to Gravlax.
"Probably better than asking about the face behind the face," Gravlax says. "Doctor, I have this feeling that I've forgotten something really useful. What's the useful thing that I forgot?"
maybe we should simply ask her to tell us something useful Melilot suggests to Gravlax."Probably better than asking about the face behind the face," Gravlax says. "Doctor, I have this feeling that I've forgotten something really useful. What's the useful thing that I forgot?"
Livia, still pulling away from Rygel, looks at the pair. "What kind kind of question is that. All useful even not useful if useful."
Then she freezes, Rygel catching up instantly, "Find the talisman of the twin to sicken the devil."
And when her eyes clear, the imp looks utterly confused as to how the monkey managed to get such a solid hold on her.
A low chuckle, the sound vibrating against his skin, her lips dipping lower, tongue teasing at the edge of his undergarments.
"Well... if we are bargaining... then what should I give to get the rest of the interfering clothes off?"
Moving past the room with the stairs that go to nowhere but unfinished shadow stuffs the hallway leads to a chamber is filled with clutter and junk. Crates, old weapons, partially assembled suits of armor, statuettes, poorly preserved monstrous trophies, torture instruments, coils of chains, and more are piled ten feet high along the walls, oars and spears and flagpoles and ships’ masts pressing at angles across the room to support one wall with the other.
As the group looks around in the junk for any hidden treasures, a pathetic linen wrapped figure, a gaping hole where his jaw should be, pulls out of a shadowed niche. Feet rasping against the ground it seems to be pullng itself towards Rev.
It is an undead creature highly resistant to physical damage but vulnerable to fire.
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Azhar places himself in between his brother and the mummy like creature. He glances at Rev uncertainly, "Anything I should know about this thing?"
Cassian waits in the pregnant pause following Azhar's shrug.
"All right. At risk of starting up the debate again, here's what I think we do. Wake her up, ask her what she's doing, and if she lies or just won't spill, I'll kill her quickly."
He pauses. "Everyone okay with that scenario?"
"How are we supposed to tell if she's lying?" Rev wants to know. He does not, in fact, appear ok with this plan.
more fire elemental combatz.
"I really am rather superfluous, you know. In fact, not counting one single dispel magic I can possibly pull off... I'm basically dead weight."
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"How are we supposed to tell if she's lying?" Rev wants to know. He does not, in fact, appear ok with this plan.
"That will be a judgment call. If you're against this idea, Rev, you have to speak up. I'm not going to do this without everyone giving me verbal consent."
"How are we supposed to tell if she's lying?" Rev wants to know. He does not, in fact, appear ok with this plan."That will be a judgment call. If you're against this idea, Rev, you have to speak up. I'm not going to do this without everyone giving me verbal consent."
"Whose judgement?" He asks.
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"It appears to be a mummy. A jawless mummy... but still... undead, resistant to most damage but vulnerable to fire. It's missing the usual aura of despair.. maybe that emanates in its jaw? Hehe. Oh, don't let it touch you... it'll rot your flesh off your bones, curse you, and give you some kind of gross disease."
"Whose judgement?" He asks.
Cassian shrugs. His tone is neutral. "I was thinking majority rules. I'm fairly good at reading people, although I can read you and your brother almost preternaturally well." He shakes his head. "Must be an outsider thing. Anyway, yes. I was thinking she talks, we listen, we think she's lying and dead. We think she's telling the truth and she walks. Not what you'd call scientific, I'll grant, but probably the best we can muster under the circumstances."
Cassian pauses. "Two things. If you have a better idea, share. But even if you don't, I'm not going to kill her if you don't want me to. I'm fine with doing the dirty work, but I'm not going to do it and then get branded as some kind of monster."
Azhar smiles, "I can see. The blindness was only temporary from the flash." concentrating on his opponents, he does not spare a glance for his brother, "you are at this dance, because I followed you, because every little bit extra can make a huge difference, because without you after I or the others fall down, we would be less likely to be able to get back up, and because you are my brother." he strikes at the elementals again. Both of the elemental drop to the floor as pretty, brilliant, perfectly matched fire pearls.
[ooc]Rev and Azhar can collect 3 fire pearls before they leave the room.
Jask
He nods, no judgement. "And Sasha. You know you find her beautiful, that you respect her skill, enjoy her attitude." He sips, "Do you know anything of her beyond that?"Larko
He shrugs, "I've been to many places in Cheliax, Westcrown is ignored and that means there is a chance to make it back into what it was before."
"Jask, I spent every waking moment for months with her. I know the soft sound she makes when she's sleeping. I know how she cuts her food, which side of her mouth she chews on, which stars she likes to look at when she thinks no one is watching, and how she was entirely enchanted when I brought her pterodactyl from the brink of death. I know she saved Vixen and brought her to me to heal even though it was pretty much hopeless. I know she's risked her life for me. I know we had a connection, even if it terrified her." He has reaches the bottom of his flask.
"I hate to be the one to break it to you, my friend... but Cheliax is only one very tiny part of the world. And Westcrown is just a small part of Cheliax. And you are only one man." He smiles. "But there's nothing wrong with wanting to save your home. Even if it doesn't deserve you. After all, a frozen drop of water and a speck of dust can cause an avalanche." If the drinks have arrived, Rev partakes of his.
"You see... I'm basically decoration. Good thing I'm pretty." Rev snorts, as Azhar destroys the fire elementals.
"Anyway, I'm about out of healing spells, so you're wrong, I won't be keeping anyone on their feet."
"Whose judgement?" He asks.Cassian shrugs. His tone is neutral. "I was thinking majority rules. I'm fairly good at reading people, although I can read you and your brother almost preternaturally well." He shakes his head. "Must be an outsider thing. Anyway, yes. I was thinking she talks, we listen, we think she's lying and dead. We think she's telling the truth and she walks. Not what you'd call scientific, I'll grant, but probably the best we can muster under the circumstances."
Cassian pauses. "Two things. If you have a better idea, share. But even if you don't, I'm not going to kill her if you don't want me to. I'm fine with doing the dirty work, but I'm not going to do it and then get branded as some kind of monster."
"Honestly, unless she actively tries to kill us again, and depending on how effective she is, maybe not even then... I don't really want to see her dead. It would be nice to know what she's doing here. But, I want her to know she'll be safe if she talks. I prefer to keep my word."
As the group looks around in the junk for any hidden treasures, a pathetic linen wrapped figure, a gaping hole where his jaw should be, pulls out of a shadowed niche. Feet rasping against the ground it seems to be pullng itself towards Rev.
Rev keeps a safe distance between himself and the mummy, while he peruses his brain for what might get them an advantage.
"Honestly, unless she actively tries to kill us again, and depending on how effective she is, maybe not even then... I don't really want to see her dead. It would be nice to know what she's doing here. But, I want her to know she'll be safe if she talks. I prefer to keep my word."
Cassian shrugs, pressing forward in an unaggressive tone. "All right then, I won't kill her. I might not be seeing all the angles, but with prisoners, you generally have three options. Execution, which is off the table. Keeping them captive, which we can't do in the mayor's house. Or letting them go. I don't want to put words in your mouth, Rev. It sounds like you're fine with the waking her up and questioning her parts of the original plan, but when we're done, what are you suggesting we do with her?"
The old man looks at the amber liquid in his cup, sips it, "Why she kills. Why, with the connection, why she kept you and everyone else at a distance."
"Why she can't sleep when there is another person within twenty feet of her."
The drinks have come and Larko does take a draft of his brew. "She does, she just doesn't deserve what the have done to her." The normal withdrawn man smiles at the woman who brings the food. She places the food down with a amazed look on her face, turning away in a bit of a daze.
Speak with dead would not work because of the missing jaw. The spell requires a body that *could* speak.
As the group looks around in the junk for any hidden treasures, a pathetic linen wrapped figure, a gaping hole where his jaw should be, pulls out of a shadowed niche. Feet rasping against the ground it seems to be pullng itself towards Rev.
Rev keeps a safe distance between himself and the mummy, while he peruses his brain for what might get them an advantage.
"Alright... I got nothing. Can't speak with the dead when its lack of jaw means no response. So... Options, anyone?"
Cassian shrugs, pressing forward in an unaggressive tone. "All right then, I won't kill her. I might not be seeing all the angles, but with prisoners, you generally have three options. Execution, which is off the table. Keeping them captive, which we can't do in the mayor's house. Or letting them go. I don't want to put words in your mouth, Rev. It sounds like you're fine with the waking her up and questioning her parts of the original plan, but when we're done, what are you suggesting we do with her?"
"Well, in our favor is that she doesn't know it's off the table." Rev is thinking things through, but he doesn't have all the answers either. "Too bad we can't just keep her knocked out, and hide her somewhere and then retrieve her when it's time to go. Well, we could keep her out cold for a while... but I have no idea how we'd sneak her out of the mansion."
Jask
The old man looks at the amber liquid in his cup, sips it, "Why she kills. Why, with the connection, why she kept you and everyone else at a distance.""Why she can't sleep when there is another person within twenty feet of her."
Larko
The drinks have come and Larko does take a draft of his brew. "She does, she just doesn't deserve what the diabolist of house thrune have done to her." The normal withdrawn man smiles at the woman who brings the food. She places the food down with a amazed look on her face, turning away in a bit of a daze.
"Was working on that." Rev says. "Just needed a little more time. Patience." He stares off into space for a while. "Not everyone is as readily talkative as you and me, Jask." He defends Sasha.
Rev grins, though he hides it, at the reaction Larko's smile brings. Silence reigns for a while, once Rev has detected for poison, if the food is safe, as Rev eats. Unless Larko, or someone else, breaks the silence.
"Too bad we can't just keep her knocked out, and hide her somewhere and then retrieve her when it's time to go. Well, we could keep her out cold for a while... but I have no idea how we'd sneak her out of the mansion."
Gravlax frowns a little. "How long could you keep her unconscious?"
"Hmmm," he strokes his chin again, pretending to think. "For something so near to my ... heart? I should think at least a kiss."
Keeping a good distance away from the undead creature, Melilot pops a bullet into her slingstaff.
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She leaves a fraction of a second for a response before she launches her attack.
Gravlax frowns a little. "How long could you keep her unconscious?"
"And are we talking spell or repeated blows to the head?"
Cassian will wait for this question to be answered before moving on. "So your plan is to keep her knocked out, then smuggle her out of the mansion somehow -- and it speaks poorly of me that I already have some ideas on how -- but for what purpose?" Cassian's tone is honestly curious. "Why do you want to keep this woman alive so badly?"
She leaves a fraction of a second for a response before she launches her attack.
Gravlax's only response is to edge out of Melilot's line of fire.
Gravlax's only response is to edge out of Melilot's line of fire.
Cassian lights an everburning torch and hands it to Azhar. "Go get her, Beef."
Azhar does not take the torch, since it emits no heat.
He attacks it with his lucerne hammer if its still at a distance and with his jovar if it has closed to 5 feet.
The pathetic thing, still reaching - almost in supplication - for Rev, falls to sad scraps of linen as the Melilot's and Azhar's and Cassian's attacks land.
Azhar does not take the torch, since it emits no heat.
He attacks it with his lucerne hammer if its still at a distance and with his jovar if it has closed to 5 feet.
"I should really read the rulebook closer..."
Cassian drops the torch, pulls his blades, and gets ready to flank.
The pathetic thing, still reaching - almost in supplication - for Rev, falls to sad scraps of linen as the Melilot's and Azhar's and Cassian's attacks land.
Some minutes later, as the room search continues, Melilot glances at some moving scraps of linen and mutters, well that was ineffective
Some minutes later, as the room search continues, Melilot glances at some moving scraps of linen and mutters, well that was ineffective
Gravlax shrugs. "Temporarily it was effective. And really, how long do you need to search a room?"
When the mummy creature does reform, it is the picture of despair. Hunched shoulders, looking in Rev's direction.
The hallway after the cluttered, mostly junk storage ends in a point with two angled doors. Through the first one you find
The far wall of this otherwise empty chamber is fitted with three wooden doorways. The left doorway is decorated with a carving of a book, the central doorway a carving of a glaive, and the right doorway a carving of an unholy symbol bearing a pentagram.
Until you turn around to backtrack. At which point the door behind you leads directly to the hallway no matter how many doors forward you went.
Gravlax waits for someone else to fall off the metaphorical staircase in this room.
When the mummy creature does reform, it is the picture of despair. Hunched shoulders, looking in Rev's direction.
Azhar looks at Rev, "Anyway you know to send this thing on more permanent-like?"
The far wall of this otherwise empty chamber is fitted with three wooden doorways. The left doorway is decorated with a carving of a book, the central doorway a carving of a glaive, and the right doorway a carving of an unholy symbol bearing a pentagram.
After entering into and reappearing out of the doorway(s). Azhar says,
"Think we need to go get the glaive or is this where that password stuff comes in?" unless someone says something to the contrary, Azhar goes to retrieve the glaive, with a small look of apology to Amaya.
After entering into and reappearing out of the doorway(s). Azhar says, "Think we need to go get the glaive or is this where that password stuff comes in?" unless someone says something to the contrary, Azhar goes to retrieve the glaive, with a small look of apology to Amaya.
And the three door experiment is the same with the glaive.
The hallway after the cluttered, mostly junk storage ends in a point with two angled doors. Through the first one you find
Melilot rapidly grows bored and opens the other angled door.
And when her eyes clear, the imp looks utterly confused as to how the monkey managed to get such a solid hold on her.
Rygel chitters happily. "No, buddy, you can't keep her."