”Let me just look at the face and Cartouche . . .”
”And, uh, look for traps.”
As you advance to read the inside of the sarcophagus you feel a strange tingling in your feet and look down to find that the floor has become transparent and a yawning void sixty feet deep is below you - black bubbling tar lies at the bottom of the drop.
”Oh hot steaming pile of tar!”
Tariq goes into an incredible leap with catlike reflexes!
But he fatally forgot to tie the his footwear and finally steps on his shoelace like his mom had warned him about for decades.
”Oops!”
Tariq's leap to the door fails to carry him far enough to the exit and he falls into the pit.
He lands in the tar which cushions the blow and begins to suck Tariq farther into it.
”Crap! crap! Crap!” Throw me a line or I have a whip!”
”Wait! I thought you said we could fly for hours Noonan!”
” Thank God my mom made me take swimming lessons. Maybe the piano lessons will come in handy before the end of this adventure too!“
Oh bugger! Turn into mist! Turn into mist!
My Wind Walk spell lasts for hours still So we are still flying
Noonan bashes Tariq with the wand
[dice=CMWx2]4d8+6
Normally, a wind walker flies at a speed of 10 feet with perfect maneuverability. If desired by the subject, a magical wind wafts a wind walker along at up to 600 feet per round (60 mph) with poor maneuverability. Wind walkers are not invisible but rather appear misty and translucent. If fully clothed in white, they are 80% likely to be mistaken for clouds, fog, vapors, or the like.
A wind walker can regain its physical form as desired and later resume the cloud form. Each change to and from vaporous form takes 5 rounds, which counts toward the duration of the spell (as does any time spent in physical form). As noted above, you can dismiss the spell, and you can even dismiss it for individual wind walkers and not others.
For the last minute of the spell’s duration, a wind walker in cloud form automatically descends 60 feet per round (for a total of 600 feet), though it may descend faster if it wishes. This descent serves as a warning that the spell is about to end.
”Yes! Turn to mist before you get stuck under the tar!”
Tariq attempts to turn into mist and fly back to safety.
After you escape you look at the south door and the corridor to the east suspiciously. That door could also be a tar pit in disguise.
”A diabolical trap foiled again by the almighty holy righteous granted powers of the Dawnflower!”
”Well, I suppose I can drift over and look now.”
Maybe we should float around just in case the floor drops out again
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Dwalindor decides the tar filled circle room is too sticky for his beard.
I am gonna see what's down this east hallway. I ain't liking that we are not being greeted by cultists or something. I wasn't crazy about seeing so many of those nutcases last time, but now not seein' em is even worse.If this is a dead end, we can come back and look more at the coffin and dead guy.
+2 vs stone.
Noonan follows a ways behind Dwal.
You walk down the corridor and find yourself beneath hieroglyphs that cover arches over the walkway.
Those who serve him have nothing to fear, for even the sky bends to his will.
As you turn down the corridor you find another closed door.
I'm here.
You see no signs of anything suspicious on the door or tracks on the floor.
”Hang on a second! Let me firm up and check the door first. This place seems oddly unguarded, glyphs not exploding in our faces and whatnot. You can’t just go around opening doors Dwali.”
Half a dozen life-sized statues of men and women stand in this room. Each statue depicts a figure with hands outstretched as though warding off a great evil. The faces of the statues are strangely unfinished, just rough protrusions of unworked stone. The wall to the east is a smooth expanse of clay streaked with veins of gray, its face adorned with a single large hieroglyph.
Noonan sweeps Detect Magic around
Nothing in the room indicates a magical effect currently in use but a polymorphed human might no longer have a magical aura around it after thousands of years.
The wall itself is not magical but you detect the aura of conjuration, transmutation and evocation behind it.
Something magical behind that wall. Conjuring, transmutation, evocation. Hmmm
Don't go sticking your hammer into strange places, you don't know what you might pick up
”Are we near the center of the Pyramid now? Maybe this is the power center or something? Anyone see an exhaust port leading from the outside directly to here with no shielding?”
Tariq says as he cautiously enters and checks the room.
”Hold on guys! I am getting sight beyond sight!”
If you ever hear something like 'Fthgn' stab your eyes out. It will be better that way
Tariq enters and sees immediately that the ancient heiroglyph is a sort of cartouches of for an ancient merchant family of Osirion called the Sekpatras.
The clay wall is crumbling and you should be able to break it quite easily.
Bust away. Noonan backs up out of the room.
Dwalindor's earthbreaker whirls in the air and then he smashes it into the clay wall, send baked clay shards flying behind him in a cloud of sharp edged fragments and dust.
When the air clears you see the gray-colored dwarf blinking and looking at a pile of precious metal ingots, a metal rod carved in Osiriani glyphs and topped with a large, irregularly cut sapphire as well as a large brillantly cut piece of a translucent mineral that glimmers in the dimness as if lit by an inner light.
Noonan takes the rod and now suddenly dressed like Pimp Daddy Noonan.
”Hey Noonan. Is your first name Dennis?”
The room remains empty - the door to the south in the corridor behind you is the only unexplored passage until you move your stone fang.
To the south!
Tariq elbows the dwarf.
”With that pimp stick and get up I am going to call him Dennis Rod-Man.”
”We are going to share that rod right? I’m going to need it when I go visit my cousin the Pharaoh. Got to get the Royal Threads on fleek!”