The sandling takes on more water, and it looks like it will take more time for it to shake off the effect.
Ptolem puts the mind whammy on the sand thingy.
The sand thingy shakes off its confusion.
"Damn. It's too stupid to confuse. Remind me never to try that on Kael."
Laleh, not wanting to be groped by a sand monster, throws a piece of brick at it instead.
The brick sails right past the sandling. You feel like it may be laughing at you.
In his determination not to have his orange-like head bruised again, Kael doesn't even register Ptolem's comment. This cowardice extends further, as he loads a crossbow bolt and shoots at the handling so as not to get up close and personal.
The bolt simply sinks into the sandling's body without visibly damaging it.
The sandling lurches forward to chomp at the closest attacker, which is... Laleh!
Despite being slowed down, it manages to take a nasty bite out of her arm.
Kael for once in his life reacts quickly and casts cure light wounds on Laleh.
Laleh is back to full health.
"My arrows wont do a thing against this guy..."
Talos smashes with his axe
Sneferka creates more water on the elemental.
Seriously, I should really grab at least like a chair leg or something next time I have the opportunity...what's a whip going to do against sand?
The sandling will continue to not be fast.
is the rest of the game this hard too?
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"Must I do EVERYTHING myself?" Ptolem asks, rhetorically.
He flexes, and his shirt sleeves rip, revealing an impressive physique and the scale mail he had on underneath his loose clothing. He pulls out the Ranseur he totally had on him the whole time and charges at the Sandling.
After holding back his true power for so long, Ptolem has called upon his divine strength to smite his worthless enemies. He smacks the Sandling with the hilt of his ranseur, scattering large chunks of its body across the room.
It looks surprised, and terrified.
"What the- Am I still drunk from last night or something?! Did that really happen?"
Laleh puts aside fantasies about her apparently very strong party member and goes back to tossing things at the sandling.
Laleh successfully pelts the sandling, causing it to crumble a little more.
Apparently scared for its life, it quickly sinks into the stone floor, disappearing completely.
Kael silently looks around to see if the sandling left the crossbow bolt behind, trying not to think about or look at Ptolem's rippling pecs. He doesn't even notice what else is in the stairway for looking at the ground.
He will write about this in his diary in the morning.
Laleh successfully pelts the sandling, causing it to crumble a little more.
Apparently scared for its life, it quickly sinks into the stone floor, disappearing completely.
Ptolem mercilessly cuts down the fleeing Sandling.
"Now it won't be a problem later."
"So, moving on then?"
Sneferka stands there, jaw hanging wide open.
"Umm...yeah. Guess so. If you'd like to lead the way?"
"What the hell, I thought he was just a lanky guy!?"
"Guess I'm not really the strongest man on this team anymore...."
"Technically you never were. I just let you believe that to deceive our competition."
Ptolem slashes at the sandling before it can burrow to safety, and its body crumbles completely.
The room to the west is a large chamber, where a tapestry hangs from a frame against the south wall; it depicts an otherworldly vista where the souls of the dead, shepherded by strange beings, enter an ethereal river ambling through space toward a landscape dominated by an impossibly tall spire. Columns sculpted in the shape of Osirian warriors wielding khopeshes stand in all four corners of the room. The floor is tiled in a white spiral pattern on a black background, and this spiral pattern is repeated on the stone double doors to the north, east (where you came from), and west.
"Sneferka, do that 'looking around' thing you do so well."
Sneferka does the "looking around' thing.
He does it very well.
Sneferka sees ALL of the nothing in this room.
However, he does find something else that requires his expertise: The northern and western doors are locked.
"Cant we just bash the locks off?"
While Sneferka does that, Ptolem spends some time in quiet introspection.
Have to remain in tip-top shape...these fools are dead without me...and I can't carry all the treasure myself...too bad really...
Nothing attacks you.
Kael takes another swig of tea from his canteen, not having thought of looking around like his comrades.
"Guys. Please don't bash the door."
Sneferka tries to pick the lock on the northern door.
"You have one more chance."
Sneferka unlocks both doors after a few minutes of careful picking.
Ptolem heads to the West door.
This short hallway narrows sharply to the west, with a descending set of stairs that abruptly ends at a rough rock wall.
Two housecat-sized beetles nest just inside tunnels at the base of the staircase.
"Maybe they're friendly. Someone go introduce yourselves."
"Why don't you go introduce yourself? If it turns south, apparently you can just pick one up and bludgeon the other to death with him."
"I suppose you're right. Not like I can trust any of you to make a good first impression anyway."
Ptolem moves closer.
If they DON'T attack, Ptolem simply moves past.