Januzaj awaits his turn in his comrades' initiative.
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Greydrake slashes his kukris at Yannis, for a total of 8 hurt.
Kardiv swings his axe.
It comes down and Yannis is pretty hurt, slightly wobbly on his feet too.
Kutukan & Januzaj
Yannis (-21)
That leaves Januzaj
With a decently aimed stone from his sling, Januzaj ends combat.
Yannis' eyes become unfocused and he slumps to the ground, a puff of mist leaves his mouth and he reverts to normal.
From a nearby closet, you hear some nervous wimpering.
"Who's there? Are they still there?"
"Who are you, thrillseekers, scavengers?"
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"We're the pros from the lodge, and we just knocked the monkey out of your friends," Kutukan mutters to himself.
He is, however, self-aware enough to know that many find his presence to be off-putting. Accordingly, rather than interact with the man in the closet directly, he limits himself to helping the diplomatic efforts of the more approachable members of the party.
Januzaj manages to stop the bleeding on the scribes.
"I...don't hear them anymore. You are the only ones in the room, aren't you."
"N-n-no :(, i'll come out, just don't hurt me."
The doors opening, a slightly chubby robed scribe stumbles out of hiding.
Getting himself as proper as can be, he notices you stabilizing his fellow scribes, his attitude changes to relief.
"They're still alive then? Thank you..thank you.
My name is Saldak and these two are Kardanik and Yannis, two of my three fellow scribes."
He looks saddened.
"Trouble started after that pathfinder brought some idols.
There was a sudden mist recently, it turned them insane...hairy too and they beat Melgin to death."
You notice a beaten up body he points at several meters away against the wall.
"Nigel must be somewhere still, he'd not lave this place under any circumstance that's not life threatening.
Speaking of which....you being here, means the way to getting out of this place is clear, yes?"
Nothing unusual in the room.
"I don't know, he only spoke to Nigel.
But the idols looked like monkeys, except made of wood."
"Any new aquisitions are displayed in the great hall.
When you enter the museum it's the door right ahead."
Yannis comes around, his eyes blinking several times before they are clear.
"Wha..what's going on?
Saldak? Strangers? Where are Nigel and Danarik?"
He shakes his head....
"I'm still feeling slightly woozy.
I remember.....mist entering the study and coughing, can't remember anything after that."
"Oh..oh?! Nigel said they were called Tik-Taan, or something like that.
Idols from the mwangi region, said to hold mystical powers, but they were ordinary wooden monkeys when we briefly saw them."
Yannis: "But if the idols are connected, you're sure to find them at the grand hall."
Saldak: "Be careful, there's still another exhibit and some facilities left in the other wing of the museum."
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Greydrake looks at the others, Probably best to get these three out of here now. Then we can decide whether to head straight for the grand hall or check out the other wing first." Barring further discussion, Greydrake will help to lead everyone back to the entrance, moving slightly ahead and scouting for trouble in case anything has crept in behind us in the mists.
Before you leave, Saldak frantically searches his desk and produces a piece of cloth. Made of beaten bark, there's a label on it.
“Tik Taan Idols, courtesy of Lugizar Trantos”
It holds not only a warning against the idols’ corrupting powers, but also a powerful chant that dispels their influence over men.
To Kutukan, you can use this as per a scroll of 'break enchantment' on any person affected by the mist.
Saldak: "This, it's supposed to help against the evil influence, or supersticious 'mumbo-jumbo', as Nigel called it."
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After the three scribes leave the museum with haste, the door to the East Exhibit awaits you.
A large placard above the entryway to this hall reads "Hunting the Beasts of Legend" in great block letters. This gigantic chamber is relatively free of mist, and darkness is held at bay by braziers of radiant light.
Behemoths occupy these halls, great taxidermy nightmares such as a two-headed bear easily taller than an ogre; a great desiccated beetle, its carapace larger than the face of the clock tower of Absalom’s Clockwork Cathedral;
A massive specimen of chimera, its jaws open in a mock roar; and an assembled skeleton of a tyrant lizard.
The walls here are studded with strange masks, staves, spears, and other implements of long forgotten cultures, most likely used in ritual hunts of the beasts preserved here.
Despite being antiques, the teeth look exceptionally sharp and the memory of the other exhibit lays still fresh in your memory.
These creatures were no pushover when 'alive'.....
As you admire the creatures, you hear a crack and the flapping of...wings? Turning to the wall, you notice two hideous flying heads.
These flying heads are vargouilles. Evil outsiders that can paralyze with their screams.
These flying heads are vargouilles. Evil outsiders that can paralyze with their screams.
They can also turn other humanoids into vargouilles by 'kissing' their paralyzed victims.
Kutukan & Greydrake
Green bathead
Kardiv
Pink bathead
Januzaj
Bold are up.
I don't know what those things are, but if it bleeds, we can kill it.
Kutukan throws bad mojo onto green.
Greydrake moves forward.
Green bathead flies forward, then lets out a sharp scream.
Kardiv
Pink bathead
Januzaj