Marcello Wintrish |
Marcello shook his head. The fire arc he had just made was, astounding... Maybe the De Wesnu guy didn't trick him. Blinking a couple of times as he cleared hi head from the oppressive silence, he noticed the cowering figure behind him.
Grabbing onto Victor, Marcello walked the same way Sarcon had with Crystal. If Victor didn't want to follow, so be it, but MArcello could still feel the burn in his lung from the tentacle and his body from the waist down still hurt from the fall from earlier. He knew he couldn't take a prolonged fight as it was now.
So he moved out to the intersection, with or without Victor.
Victor Ravenport |
How can a pebble stand strong against the force of the tide and not be washed away? Victor sure as hell didn't know at that very moment as he was dragged off towards the intersection, he only merely managed to grab unto one of the countless scrolls from within his robe and as soon as they left the silenced zone he would proceed to poke Marcello with an old fashioned magical healing formula.
Infernal Healing, have at it!
Victor Ravenport |
On the contrary! They have guardians there, they are most likely guarding something in the end of that corridor.
Victor discards the smoldering parchment, uses a moment to inspect the exterior wounds on Marcello, spots a rather wounded Shalhoume and instantly pulls out yet another parchment scroll. For yet another moment, his hand glows with foul, red energies and he places this hand on the blond's forehead, letting the foul energies seep into her.
Even more Infernal Healing! You get some! And you get some! EVERYONE IS HEALED!
Marcello Wintrish |
I have to agree with Victor, at least we know what we don't know protect the left hall. We also know that at least one of them is dead.
The warm feeling from Victors spell raced through his body and was subjugated quickly by the otherwise fiery sensation from the Undead-agreement from De Wesnu. Looking at his hand that had been acid burned just few moments ago, now looked as it had before the damned hole..
*Hmm, maybe magic isn't that bad...*
Reverting his eyes to the rest of the group, he clears his throat, delighted to hear the sound. "We should head back in there. There is only one of them left. The other I took care of" He made a quick gesture to his bloodied (Normal colored red blood or what?) greatsword. "Cleaved it in two half... And I know that the other thing was hit by the... thing I did with the fire."
Marcello was eager to settle the score, so he had no problem returning to to the silent mist of crabs.
Crystal Shalhoume |
Crystal resists the urge to back away as Victor chants and lays his hand on her forehead. She sighs as more of her wounds start to close up. She turns to Marcello, "That we know of. Those mists could be full of the things for all we know."
Marcello Wintrish |
Nodding along to Crystal, he knew that she could be right, but there was just one thing he found weird by that logic. "If the mist was full of those things, crab people, then why didn't they just jump all of us at once?" It made little sense to let them go around like they pleased until they could take... The one in the front and apparently the one in the back.
Crystal Shalhoume |
"When you fall in the river, do all of the crocodiles try to tear you apart? You are assuming these things are intelligent and capable of coordination. It might just be they are at the top of the pecking order, or the others are full, or many other things." She shrugs, indicating the hall to the left. "Lead on, mighty warrior."
Sarcon the Enduring |
human meat is quite flavorful if you eat them when they're scared. Get those brain juices going and it's just delightful.
Sarcon loses focus for a moment as he thinks about the various flavors brains have
anyway, maybe we should tie ourselves together. It will allow us to alert the others if something happens.
Sarcon says this while digging out some rope from his pack
Crystal Shalhoume |
Crystal's look is dubious at Sarcon's suggestion, but her near-death experience motivates her, and when the half-Orc offers it, she eagerly ties herself in before passing it to the next person.
Victoria Fate |
Fate holds up her hand in a command to halt. "So, can someone explain vhat exactly is going on here? If Fate cannot cast her spells or see you all, then her usefulness is limited."
She shakes her head at the rope. "Fate vould rather not constrain herself, but it seems ve have few options."
Marcello Wintrish |
Tying the rope to a part of his armor, Marcello looked at Fate. "We were attacked. Things that could catch us from a distance tried to pull us into their range and attack us." He makes a quick shrug, seeing as he was pulled over land and not through the air like Crystal.
Victor Ravenport |
Victor doesn't seem to be so bothered by the idea of tying himself to the rest of the group, because as soon as the idea is raised, he has already tied himself to Marcello and extends the rope out towards Crystal and Fate.
DM-Kal |
As the party proceeds through the misty hallway, roped in series like knots on an anchor line. No sound is heard and no party members carried off, undoubtedly to the disappointment of the eager barbarian. Eventually they emerge from the hallway into larger chamber, roughly 20ft long by 20ft across. The mist does not extend into this room and the sound of heavy boot-fall is a welcome relief as Marcello tromps in. The room is finely adorned in paintings, crimson curtains, and brass braziers burning with heatless flames. In the far wall stands a door, heavy and metal, with an inset circular mirror about a foot in diameter. The door itself appears to have no handle.
Victoria Fate |
Fate will go up to the mirror, and she will address her reflection. "Vhat manner of chicanery is this? You vould vish to mock Fate and her followers?"
Crystal Shalhoume |
Crystal eyes the door and mirror with lots of mistrust, trying to make sure she does not end up with herself reflecting in the mirror (depending on where it is, this might be impossible).
She grabs her bow, keeping an arrow in hand while waiting for Victor or Fate to offer more information.
Marcello Wintrish |
Marcello had been to happy about the sound of his own boots to really notice that the others were doing stuff, until Fate started talking to her reflection.
Looking up from his feet, Marcello gives the room more than just the usual "Where-is-the-things-I-can-smash?" look that warriors tend to have. "Is the door locked or trapped?" The question seemed simple enough, trying to understand why they had concentrated their efforts on the mirror. "Jut because there is no handle, doesn't mean that there aren't a mechanism somewhere to activate it..." Following up on that statement, Marcello would start to search the room for a button or the like for the door.
Take 20 if possible, otherwise it is Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 that is the result.
Edit: Are you freaking kidding me?
Victor Ravenport |
"Right... The mirror bears the mark of illusions and the door is enchanted with some manner of abjuration aura. Knowing the trickery of mages, it wouldn't be unlikely that the mirror was the actual door and the door merely a large trap. Would one of you, GENTLTY, test that hypothesis?"
Victor lets the rope fall to the ground, no longer seeing any reason to remain tied together.
DM-Kal |
Victor calls for a test of his theory while Marcello asks about traps and locks. Sarcon obliges both (neither?) by approaching the mirror and punching it. The mirror appears undamaged.
Fate then brushes Sarcon aside and starts talking to herself.
Marcello finds no traps.
Marcello Wintrish |
Sometimes the most stupid and simple questions need to be asked, like: "Why didn't you write that you pulled the door open? That was all it took."
Marcello looked up from the floor near the door at Victors words only to hear the sound of Sarcon punishing the mirror for not accepting the jerky of friendship.
"Is that really so? What is it with magic that has to unsimplify everything? Why not let a door be a door?" Try as he might, Marcello would never understand magic. He never had before, he didn't at the moment and when he returned as an undead, he would most likely ask even more questions then.
Sarcon the Enduring |
Sarcon grins as he sees the anger rise in his reflection. He draws his sword and gives him the standard come and get me gesture.
If I come out of the mirror we fight, if I don't, I'm going to attack the mirror.
DM-Kal |
Sarcon moves Fate aside to challenge his own reflection. When his reflection proves unconvinced, he attacks the mirror furiously. Sparks fly and his reflection is lost to a swirling pool of shadow and light before it reintegrates into his face, now apparently laughing (though the mirror makes no sound).
Crystal Shalhoume |
Trying to stay to the side of it, Crystal will attempt to take the mirror down. Barring that, she will attempt to cover it with a piece of cloth, just to see what happens. That is, if she can get through without being diced by Sarcon.
Crystal Shalhoume |
Touch the glass. Crystal thinks to herself. She discards that idea immediately. She didn't know what was going on here, but after the hall episode, she wasn't going to be that brazen again. She will instead search the other room, in the hopes that perhaps the magic door and mirror are a red herring.
Take 20 to search the walls for another exit, considering the small size of the room.
Crystal Shalhoume |
Crystal sighs, it seemed it was random experiment time again. She returns her reflection's look, trying to imitate it as exactly as possible.
Does the background in the mirror match the opposite wall (or whatever it should reflect)?
Marcello Wintrish |
Staring, if possible, into his own eyes from the reflection, Marcello had no idea how to think about this. There was a door, with no visible means of opening it and a mirror that either made fun of the watcher or looked slightly different.
Gripping the greatsword, Marcello turned to Victor, breaking the gaze with his reflection; "How bad would it be to break the mirror?"
Can we see the heavy steel door in the mirror, and if not, can we somehow turn it to make it reflect in the mirror?
Crystal Shalhoume |
The priestess will proceed to knock upon the mirror, as though knocking upon a door.
If that fails to elicit a response, she will try various expressions while glancing in the mirror (smiling, frowning, scowling, etc.).
Marcello Wintrish |
Stepping away from the mirror to allow other to see their reflection, He would stand beside the mirror, running his finger along the border of the mirror.
Beside looking like he was feeling up the mirror, Marcello tried to find a place in the frame around the mirror that would allow for a good grip.