"I'm coming up if there's space? I don't wanna miss another tussle!"
Pendrick flies up the ladder, keen to see what is going on in the loft.
Pendrick pokes his head out to see his friends all backing away from a 3ft tall crystal statue that seems to be walking!
Shekebbet's staff swirls nimbly in his grasp, as he attempts to block any incoming attack from the tiny creature.
He also dredges his memory of any scrap of arcane lore that might be of use in avoiding a fight with such a guardian construct, or, if necessary, to quickly and safely defeat it!
15 on Aid Other roll, 24 on Knowledge (arcana) roll.
If he recalls anything that seems remotely useful, he shouts it out hurriedly.
The statue attempts to shove Shekebbet down the hole into the corridor.
Is this thing alive? Could it be a real faen trapped in crystal? Keiva decides to see if she can reach the crystal faen's mind. Reaching into her pouches, she pulls out some baubles and calls upon the gods to link her mind with that of the faen. Then, hesitantly, she reaches out to touch it. Stop! she cries to its mind.
[ooc]Keiva casts contact; Wild Magic (1d100=9); Melee touch (1d20+1=15)
Tzu is taken completely by surprise by the statue's maneuver.
The statue tries to barge Shekebbet down the ladder but the mojh stands firm. Shekebbet is so shaken he cannot recall anything about such a construct.
Keiva finds no mind to contact, it would seem to be what it appears, a mindless statue.
Completely astounded by the advancing statue, Tzu nearly falls over her own feet for the second time in as many seconds.
"This is bizarre. Keiva, keep back," she pants, deeply concerned at her own failings.
Pendrick grunts his way into the loft, readies his sword and shield and attacks the wall.
"This is your last chance to surrender!" An obviously confused Pendrick shouts, looking back and forth between the animated statue and the decidedly inanimate wall.
Pendrick clambers up in a complete muddle and misses completely.
Pendrick clambers up in a complete muddle and misses completely.
Fabes
Shekebbet and the statue flail at one another ineffectually.
Seeing that everyone else has been unable to stop the statue, Keiva decides it's time she stepped in. Drawing her ice axe, she tries to shatter the mindless thing.
Attack (1d20+1=11), damage (1d6=6)
Tzu sticks out her foot and tries to trip the statue over.
Keiva's axe rings off the statue and Tzu misses in the confusion.
"Eyes...itching...Ahh.aaah..choo!" Pendrick, chokes, stumbles, and rubs feebly at his eyes with the edge of his shield. His dismal parry barely protects him from a vicious, albeit imaginary, assault launched by the wall.
what manner of sorcery is this? it's like that dream of swimming in honey I used to have when I was a boy
"I... I tink we've been entanted" spews a barely coherent Pendrick.
"Pendrick, now is not the time for hay fever. Push it down the stairs or something."
Initiative
Tzu
Pendrick
Shekebbet
Statue
Keiva
"Oh for heaven's sake..." Tzu is nearly roaring in frustration as her latest attempt to pull the statue over fails miserably.
Trying to unbalance the thing and knock it flat (1d20 3=5, 1d6 3=8)
'Third time's the charm!' Pendrick pulls himself together long enough to get off a decent attack at the wee statue.
"I can't believe four of us are going to be defeated by a statue my size!" Keiva mutters. "Keb-lokal, guide my hand to destroy this abomination!" she calls to the god of things (especially faen-related things) that should not be. Apparently the god hears her prayer, for Keiva's ice axe bites into the statue's side.
Attack (1d20+1=18), Damage (1d6=5)
Seeing his friends getting in solid blows, Shekebbet thinks to himself, 'Why not?' and takes a swing at it with his magister's staff.
Lacking any real combat training, he fears that his half-hearted attempt at playing warrior will not suffice.
Before being destroyed by Keiva's ice axe, the statue gets in a solid hit against Shekebbet.
"I hope there's something in that box apart from living statues." Tzu looks grumpily at the remnants of the crystal thing and restrains herself from kicking them.
Shekkebet looks uncomprehendingly at the enormous dent in his side from the tiny statue and topples over soundlessly, opaque lids sliding down over his normally unblinking eyes.
10! He self-stabilizes at the end of the round! Hot patooties!
Pendrick gives the statue a final smack for good measure and goes to his friend's aid.
'Forgetting our deal? I take the bruises, you make something of yourself'
...something indeed: recently transformed into a willing slave of our ancient oppressors; currently a battle casualty. I'm sure glad you know what we're doing old friend.
"Shekebbet, you need to take better care of yourself. I have enough on my plate with Keiva." Tzu grumbles gently as she goes to explore the box.
Pendrick checks over his friend, but there seems to be no further risk of him dying.
Shekebbet lies on the ground, unconscious.
Keiva kneels beside Pendrick to examine Shekebbet as well, whispering her second prayer of the evening to Hyathine. Looking up, she says, "If you give me an hour, I can probably heal him. Do you think it's safe?"
Satisfied that the mojh is in no immediate danger, Keiva touches the shards of the shattered crystal faen with the toe of her boot, before slipping a few of the pieces into her pouch. "What's in the box, Tzu?"
Tzu finds nothing in the box.
"Apart from the crystal thingummy, nothing."
Tzu prowls the room, looking for whatever is there to be seen, senses alert.
Tzu finds... nothing. It is, as it appears to be, an attic.
"Pah. Downstairs we go."
"Pah. Downstairs we go."
Looking at Sekhebbet, an expression of mild concern crosses her face. "Is there anything we can do to make him more comfortable - take him downstairs perhaps?"
'Maybe we can pool our gold and buy some healing for our friend? I've got one g.p..."
"And I have none."