Ovirid continues to move stealthily as possible, up to the opening in the wall, to peer in.
Stealth 1d20 + 12
Tarren:
Knowledge (history)
Also, can he identify any of the members of the Expeditionary? The leader? The mage? Hired muscle? Wanting to know who's where before all hell breaks loose...
Ovirid will hold up a hand behind him to tell those following to hold their positions.
Tarren:
** spoiler omitted **Ovirid will hold up a hand behind him to tell those following to hold their positions.
Ovirid, hearing Sykala's casting begin, signals back to the rest of the party to move forward, but quietly.
Tarren:
** spoiler omitted **
Ovirid moves in and strikes at the back of the party (preferring the "weird guy" over the half-orc and the half-orc over the rest, if he has a choice - he won't move past someone to strike at a different target)
Melee Attack with throwing axe using Power Attack
Damage
Sneak Attack (if applicable on flat-footed foe)
Ovirid cuts a deep gash in the wrist of the weird, skinny guy.
The Paracount disappears with a grin while Esteban's rapier slices deeply into the crocodile beside him. "Sykala," he says to the crocodile, "I really hope that's you in there."
Ixius' arrow misses Esteban.
The skinny guy flees deeper into the chamber, trying to get behind the half-orc.
Neferet places her hands on her hips and boldly shouts, "Gentlemen! Please!!"
Losing sight of the Paracount, the Lantern Archon(Augmented, so stats in []) fires it's two beams at the biggest foe it can see, the half-orc.
Ranged Touch Light Rays:
Meanwhile Korian, his keen intellect analyzing the best tactical options in an instant, makes his rapid preparations and casts Web, aiming the spell to try and catch the invisible Paracount and the foes further back, while avoiding all of his allies.
Sykala & her pet misses Esteban.
The large half-orc introduces himself to Ovirid while bringing the edge of a very sharp scimitar down and around hard, "I'm Hrokon."
Two blasts of light catch Hrokon immediately after his attack.
A very gooey shape begins to struggle with the web before placing its invisible arms at its invisible side in a gesture that seems to indicate frustration and resignation. "Bastards can't take a joke!" it says.
Distracted by the arrival of the dweller in the sarcophagus cannot help but fall to his knees in reverence of the beauty before him, his mirror images copying him exactly. Yet still he tries to keep his wits about him and remember all he can about this being and her significance.
Knowledge history(with +6 from rubbings NOT included):
Meanwhile he reaches into his haversack, summoning the female statuette to hand and tries to snap off the fake head if he can, ready to catch anything which may fall out of it.
The radiant crown finally gets Ovirid's attention away from the half-orc.
He steps back 5' from the melee (if possible) and whispers to Korian, "Ankana th' Radiant Pharoah claimed t' be daughter o' th' sun 'n mother o' th' stars. D'ye think we've brought 'er back t' life b' comin' 'ere?"
He does not drop his guard, however, if the half-orc presses his attack.
The woman draws herself up to her full height, standing in the sarcophagus. She steps down carefully, her hands raised at her sides as if to grasp the shoulders of slaves ready to assist her. There are no slaves present.
She wears funerary wrappings but they fall loose to reveal skin unblemished by time and golden bracelets and anklets.
She looks out from the small niche containing her sarcophagus across the large chamber at the two parties, all of who are gathered in the far end of the chamber.
When she speaks it is in a voice liked warmed honey yet still commanding. You do not understand what she has said.
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Strength Check:
Linguistics Check:
Korian nods slowly at Ovirid's words, his eyes never leaving the vision before him. His seems connected to the woman, able to almost hear her words in his mind,and this lends him a strength he normally doesn't have as he tries to surreptitiously break off the head of the statuette.
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Strength Check:1d20
Linguistics Check:1d20+13Korian nods slowly at Ovirid's words, his eyes never leaving the vision before him. His seems connected to the woman, able to almost hear her words in his mind,and this lends him a strength he normally doesn't have as he tries to surreptitiously break off the head of the statuette.
Remaining on his knees, Korian calls over the Archon, and, speaking Celestial, commands it to translate the golden woman's words to him in the same tongue.
Then, rising slowly to his feet, Korian bows and says in Osiriani
"Oh great and radiant Ankana, oh glorious mother of the stars and daughter of the Sun, oh most beautiful of Pharoahs, it has been an age and gone since your great sleep and the tongue of your people has changed. This celestial being I have summoned can translate for us but it shall soon be gone. This poor servant of your will begs forgiveness for asking but can you understand my words? Or is there another tongue in which we may speak?"
He then commands the Archon to translate his speech into Ancient Osiriani for her.
Korian orders the Archon to continue translating to him in Celestial for as long as it remains. He then casts a significant look and urgent nod to his comrades and sinks back down to his knees. Prostrating himself before the Pharoah he says, this time in Kelish
Korian orders the Archon to continue translating to him in Celestial for as long as it remains. He then casts a significant look and urgent nod to his comrades and sinks back down to his knees. Prostrating himself before the Pharoah he says, this time in Kelish
** spoiler omitted **
Neferet draws out a scroll and start reading it quietly out loud.
"Hrokon." hisses the half-orc as he slips to one knee as well. "It's Hrokon."
Esteban also quickly goes to one knee only to realize he's knelt in crocodile's blood. He looks down at his neatly pleated canvas khaki pants with seams cross stitched in bronze thread, "Ah, in-Gorum's-name, I just bought these!"
The Paracount isn't entirely sure he wants to kneel. The Paracount and the weird guy are the only ones caught in the web. I think they could probably manage to kneel or at least gesture as if they'd like to. You can tell where the Paracount is. You can even read his entirely disgusted body language.