Cautioning all to keep their eyes closed for the moment, Korian commands the Archon to fly down and describe all it sees. After them the young mage tells the tiny celestial to be particularily on the look out for anything which resembles the runes
Keeping his eyes closed, Korian commands the elementals to begin removing things from off of the mummy, starting with the crook.
The earth elementals begin to lay the riches at Korian's feet.
As the 'authourized antiquities removeal and preservation' procedure continues Korian has the Archon detect evil on the mummy and near abouts. He also has it look for any more writing of any kind it may be able to see
Perception:
Trying to concentrate with his other senses to make up for his eyes being closed, Korian grinds his teeth at Estaban's comments but says nothing. Mentally he wishes the man would shut up or better yet perhaps drown in his river of gold.
Holding open his haversack, Korian next commands the elementals to place the items inside it, starting with the rune inscribed asp and bracers.
Perception:1d20+10
Trying to concentrate with his other senses to make up for his eyes being closed, Korian grinds his teeth at Estaban's comments but says nothing. Mentally he wishes the man would shut up or better yet perhaps drown in his river of gold.
"You know," he says, "there's a certain irony, here, isn't there? Last time I worked with you lot, I ended up losing gold in the river. This time, I ended up finding a river of gold. hhehehehe."
Holding open his haversack, Korian next commands the elementals to place the items inside it, starting with the rune inscribed asp and bracers.
The elementals do this.
Esteban sees the shift in the level of the gold, looks scared, and begins to splash his way out of the river. His dream-come-true has just turned into a nightmare.
"This will be bad," predicts Hrokon casually from the door feeling no immediate danger to himself. Turning to Ovirid he asks, "Want me to narrate?"
Esteban sees the shift in the level of the gold, looks scared, and begins to splash his way out of the river. His dream-come-true has just turned into a nightmare.
"This will be bad," predicts Hrokon casually from the door feeling no immediate danger to himself. Turning to Ovirid he asks, "Want me to narrate?"
"Aye, please do. What d'ye see?"
Tarren:
"Well, the stoned girl is pointing out something moving in the river of enough gold-to-buy-and-sell-nations. Esteban's looking like he was taking a dip in the temple hot tub only to find a shark in the water. He'll be getting out now if he can. Can't tell what the invisible guys on the island are thinking but I'd be thinking 'thank Desna I'm invisible.' That's about it. You wanna do something?"
"Well, the stoned girl is pointing out something moving in the river of enough gold-to-buy-and-sell-nations. Esteban's looking like he was taking a dip in the temple hot tub only to find a shark in the water. He'll be getting out now if he can. Can't tell what the invisible guys on the island are thinking but I'd be thinking 'thank Desna I'm invisible.' That's about it. You wanna do something?"
"Hmm, mebbe so -- 'ow close 'r we t' th' edge o' 'steban's river? Ah'll be wantin' t' be 't least ten feet from 't."
"Well, the stoned girl is pointing out something moving in the river of enough gold-to-buy-and-sell-nations. Esteban's looking like he was taking a dip in the temple hot tub only to find a shark in the water. He'll be getting out now if he can. Can't tell what the invisible guys on the island are thinking but I'd be thinking 'thank Desna I'm invisible.' That's about it. You wanna do something?""Hmm, mebbe so -- 'ow close 'r we t' th' edge o' 'steban's river? Ah'll be wantin' t' be 't least ten feet from 't."
"Ten feet or more. I'm thinking we take a break now and come back in fifteen minutes when this is over. How about it?"
Korian whispers tob where he thinks Ixus should be and says "That's rigjt, dragons live for a long time, don't they, maybe some discretion might be the better part of valor here."
For a moment the young mage considers making a bet with the sorcerer as to how fast Estaban can swim in his river of gold but decides that it may not be in the best of taste. So instead he simply moves as silently as he can, putting the sarocaphagus between himself and the approaching bulge in the river.
Stealth:
"No, Ah'm 'ere fer th' mage. Ah cannot leave, but if'n ye want t' be farther from th' river, 'at's fine - lead me t' th' spot."
OT for Tarren:
The bulge grows larger and leaves a long, shallow trough in its wake. Apparently, a good part of the river of gold on the far side of the dias was this creature. It surges forward towards Esteban spraying gold all around it.
When it brushes past Esteban, he gets pulled under and dragged a bit through the river. Gold coins fill his screaming mouth and he begins to choke, cough, and splutter. When the creature has passed, without completely surfacing, only Esteban's twitching hand remains above the surface of the gold.
He is literally drowning in the river of gold.
Sykala's eyes narrow as she becomes wary of the approaching predator. She had seen animals that burrowed through the earth and could tell your very presence by tracking the tremors your footfalls caused in the earth. She slowly sinks back into the stone to avoid it should it attempt to pounce.
"Irony," says Hrokon. "I think this is what they call 'irony' in those Westcrown reading circles.""Huh. Irony? Sounded like chokin' t' me. Waitaminute, ye go t' readin' circles? Yer fulla surprises, 'rn't ye?"
"Why does that surprise you?" asks Hrokon, offended. "Reading circles are useful. Regular meetings. Respectable, unarmed people. No better place to take out a target than at his weekly reading circle. I lurked in the curtains at one three weeks in a row when a timid target didn't show up. Learnt a lot."
"Why does that surprise you?" asks Hrokon, offended. "Reading circles are useful. Regular meetings. Respectable, unarmed people. No better place to take out a target than at his weekly reading circle. I lurked in the curtains at one three weeks in a row when a timid target didn't show up. Learnt a lot."
"Heh, 'at's more like it. Ye dinnae seem th' type t' sit 'n drink tea wit' spinsters eatin' dainty pastries. There fer 'nother reason, stayin' outta sight, 'at's 'ow Ah would do 't, too. We 'ave a bit 'n common, don' we?"
"Why does that surprise you?" asks Hrokon, offended. "Reading circles are useful. Regular meetings. Respectable, unarmed people. No better place to take out a target than at his weekly reading circle. I lurked in the curtains at one three weeks in a row when a timid target didn't show up. Learnt a lot.""Heh, 'at's more like it. Ye dinnae seem th' type t' sit 'n drink tea wit' spinsters eatin' dainty pastries. There fer 'nother reason, stayin' outta sight, 'at's 'ow Ah would do 't, too. We 'ave a bit 'n common, don' we?"
"You have a problem with pastries?" asks Hrokon, offended for the first time since you've known him.