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Rameth swings his cane again
Rameth destroys the skull that Azubah attacked earlier, skewering it through the eye socket as the skull tries to avoid the point of the sword cane.
Azubah steps forward and strikes ineffectively at the last of the skulls.
Attack
Damage
No need to that, is there?
Azubah's strike does miss the wildly evading skull.
Dwalindor's hammer hits the skull so hard it flies back and shatters into powder against the far wall.
You're now out of combat and free to move about again.
Rameth does a search of the room
You don't find anything besides the chalices and platters the skulls rested on.
Are the chalices and platters something that is loot?
They could be! They didn't disintegrate when you destroyed the undead heads that were resting on them.
Rameth tosses them in his bag
Rameth tosses them in his bag
Rameth leads then to the other room on the floor
checking for traps
I still need to update to my new archetype but that should not change anything right now
This room is empty of everything but a plain stone table; sand and dust laying in thick coats on the walls and floor - perhaps this was a servant's dining room at one time?
An opening leads south and another smaller one east.
a quick search around the room, then Rameth heads east
Albus walks close behind his friend.
As you head east you come to the northeast corner of the ground floor, where a broad entrance frames a large room.
Two stone tables sit against the western wall of this room, while a third occupies the southeastern corner. A small, square wooden butcher’s block stands in the northeast corner, now almost collapsing under its own weight. A stone oven sits in the middle of the north wall. A humanoid skeleton lies beneath the northwestern table, surrounded by smashed crockery. A door to the east and an open doorway to the south exit the room.
"Sir Howard, could you keep alert for any threats that appear to be catching us unaware?"
Snapping to attention from his incorporeal conversation, Azubah readies himself to follow the others.
Alert? Well I suppose I could try. How should I signal your attention in a way that doesn't alert the threats as well? Perhaps we should agree on a signal!
He waves his ghostly hands above his head in a blur; no longer limited by a body his arms pass through his head.
Oh dear, that was most unpleasant.
"I thought that no one else could hear or see you. If that is still the case, then just a shout should suffice."
Oh dear, they still can't see me? I was hoping they'd just gotten used to me.
He cocks his head and looks at you intently.
Good heavens, are you sure you can hear me?
"It's Sir Howard....uh, never mind."
Rameth heads back towards the room with the sand sound
Then he leads the way into the sand room
A tiled walkway surrounds a square patch of earth and sand in this high atrium. A balcony on the second floor overlooks the courtyard, and a square hole in the ceiling opens to the sky.
Four columns in the corners of the atrium support the roof above, and the walls are decorated with symbols and hieroglyphs depicting animals, celestial creatures, and the sun and moon. Centuries without water or maintenance have transformed the once-vibrant garden into a miniature desert devoid of plant life.
When you step foot in the courtyard the earth and sand coalesces into the form of a beautiful statue of an Osiriani woman.
Greetings noble guests. I am Heshsharu, the spirit of this house. I welcome you to the House of Pentheru.
Azubah, tell your imaginary friend to keep quiet. We dont want to... #%$! Well, at least she is hot.
religoin
Thank you. I am Rameth
Knowledge(religion)
Greetings Rameth and Azubah, as well as your companions. It is good to see new faces here in the House, it has been many years since someone came by. As spirit of the house it was my duty to assist guests in any way.
Tell me, what brings you to this humble abode?
Something tells Azubah that "Looting the place" would be a bad answer to give. In deference to his limited social skills, he waits for Rameth to use his charms on the sandy woman.
The woman made of sand and earth turns to Azubah.
Come now, there's no need to be so silent. Surely you can tell me what's happening on the outside of the house walls?
"Well, we met a ...uh...spirit, named Sir Howard. He had been chained here but now seems to be free. My companions cannot see him but I can. Do you see him?"
The form of the sand spirit ripples in concern briefly.
A...spirit? What...what has it said about m-I mean, what has it said?
Rameth groans, but lets Azubha talk his nonsense. He pulls his flask out and takes a hit, while he leans on his cane.
Seeing that Rameth has no intention of rescuing him, Azubah continues. "Oh, Sir Howard was constrained to the outer courtyard. He has not seen the inside of the complex itself."
"Much has changed in the world since you had living inhabitants here. The clergy of Pharasma have opened the necropolis, for that is what this area is now called, to investigators and, what is the word?, curators."
"We will bring artifacts to the outside and reintroduce them to Orisani society at large. This way the history of the people who lived at the time of the great plague will not be forgotten."