I don't think the 10 ongoing psychic would stack with the 5 psychic from the other effect, would it? Even if I fail to save again.
Lynore moves to flank with Arishat and brings all her skill to bear, delivering a nasty blow to the now wildly out of tune Caller.
Tavar turns his attention to the Caller once more, lancing it with divine light followed by a moment of utter chill. Under the onslaught, the Caller begins to fragment.
In a desperate attempt at retaliation, the howling choir tries to take down Arishat. Her noble demeanour seems to disconcert it.
Barel swings into action taking all the advantage he can of the Caller's weakened state.
The Caller yet lives, but the fragments are barely intact. One good blow will finish the abomination.
1d20+22=23. Joy.
1d20+22=24. This is a joke, no?
1d20+22=24. Sigh.
1d20+22=26. Right. That does hit.
1d10+7=13.
13 damage to Arishat plus 10 ongoing psychic (se).b]Arishat - marked by C3 and granting CA to it (se both); 5 ongoing necro and 5 ongoing psychic (se both); 10 ongoing psychic (se)[/b][/ooc]
"Well, this is going well. Pull yourself together, Arishat, half of this is in your head." She fakes a strike at the remaining Caller, and as it reacts nods to Lynore to attack.
Arishat gives herself a stern talking to and points out a vulnerable spot to Lynore. The assassin needs no second bidding and drives an expert blade through the last remnants of the Caller. As it collapses, a final out of tune chord fills the room and then blessed silence falls at last, broken only by the rapid breathing of the companions. In the aftermath, you all feel strangely empowered, as though the removal of the evil in the altar has somehow enhanced your strength.
[ooc]That break was well earned and I truly hope you enjoyed every second of it./ooc]
Tavar pulls out his rough copy of Njall's map and spreads it over the altar.
"So far we haven't seen any reason not to follow this. Although if Njall's right, there is a maddened architect somewhere in the middle of all this."
Thom shrugs, "Yeah, we know that guy is around here somewhere but if I don't miss my guess, he is probabaly somewhere near..." His finger jabs the spot marked 'Laboratory' on the map, "here. According to this, that is the next destination." He points to the east door, "Through there."
Arishat glances at the map. "There doesn't seem to be anywhere else we can go at the moment anyway. Unless there are some hidden doors around here, the only options are go on or go back, and I don't think there's much point going back."
"Agreed. I will take point and keep my eyes open for any traps or ambushes."
Lynore leads the way down the corridor and notices at once that the illusory marble fades almost as soon as the group leave the cursed chapel. Senses tingling, she rightly trusts nothing in this place.
Perhaps made more edgy than usual by her recent unpleasant encounter with the demented singers, Lynore's senses are not as acute as she would like. The assassin is dimly aware that something isn't right about the ceiling, but can't put her finger on what, exactly.
While traveling through these halls, Barel keeps an eye out for any suspicious patterns in how the dungeons were delved.
As bemused as Lynore by his recent experiences, Barel's usual acute awareness of engineering deserts him. Thom, on the contrary, has better luck.
Looking up, he follows the lines of the stonework and realises that it is triggered to collapse.
"Lynore, need a hand?"
Arishat offers a boost up to Lynore.
Lynore tries to climb up the wall and disable the trap.
Lynore shins upwards and fiddles with the ceiling. It's a near thing, but she manages to tweak the nearly hidden mechanism. Dust falls on her head as the ceiling re-settles itself without harm.
Dropping back down to the floor, the way ahead beckons.
Sorry everyone but I'm turning in my character sheet. I am burnt out on all RPGs and am giving up gaming for a year or two.
Everyone here has been great but my overall gaming experience in RL has been tainted by casual hatred of the systems I liked playing, tainted so much that I'm quitting both. If the lingering vitriol between players of 4e and 3.5/PF has died down in a couple of years I might start playing again then.
[cheesy eighties music] I second that emotion [/cheesy eighties music]
Lynore's sharp eyes spot a discrepancy in the wall that bodes badly for the group if they do not investigate further.
After Lynore points it out, Barel sends a practiced eye over the area.
Thom decides to be extra careful here, and help with the examination.
Barel knows a trigger plate when he sees one. It only occupies a single paving stone but there are tiny holes in the edges which suggest more than mere falling rock may result from incautious use.
Lynore carefully tries to disable the trigger plate.
Lynore takes a breath and tinkers cautiously with the floor. With a gentle crunch, the trigger plate subsides, leaving a small cloud of dust in its wake, but nothing more.
Picking her way towards the open archway ahead, she senses once more the jolting dislocation that heralded the group's arrival at the unholy shrine. Once more, the walls change, becoming dank and sticky, oozing with a horribly familiar necrotic slime.
The chamber ahead looks like a cross between a crypt and a laboratory. Several sarcophagi stand throughout it, and a single round worktable occupies the chamber's centre. Parchment, various decanters and beakers, bowls of herbal powders and strips of linen cover the table. A desiccated corpse, partially wrapped in linens, lies slumped on the floor beside the table. Upon each sarcophagus lies a similar corpse, partially wrapped and unmoving.