Somer continues the cycle of healing and melting. This time he at least feels his ears nit back together, which hurts a very large amound.
*Twang* still a miss.
Unfortunately, both those attacks miss as well.
Derrik again sends out healing energies (which is now starting to confuse the plant), and continues his ability to stay slippery.
The plant still tries to engulf Balmir, without success (due to his size), and Derrik continues to evade it.
Somer again melt and heals though he feels that Derrik's healing is winning the war of attrition at the moment. Still, all things considered, being unconscious was almost better then living in constant pain like this.
Balmir frees himself of the plants grasp then strikes with the hammer.
Balmir starts bashing away, and makes mulch out of what's left. Mouser crawls out right away, Somer just slips out later like a pile of goo.
Derrik rushes to administer some first aid.
Derrik is out of channels, but still has spells. But I think everyone is full up.
Balmir, still standing over 8 feet tall looks down to Mouser. "Uh. No, I don't need any kisses from you." He shakes his hammer so that chunks of plant pulp slip off. "I wonder if this was the only dangerous thing in here. We should be more careful looking around." Balmir scowls at the dead plant then kicks at one of the large stems.
"We need to get somewhere safe for Somer to recuperate," says Tam.
"With that plant dead, this might be a decent place to sit tight for a night and get some rest. What do you think?"
Still shaken Somer gets back to his feat. He checks to see if he is now bald or missing any clothing or skin. His voice quavers.
"That was... I have no words. Melting and healing, melting and healing. I... Physically I am ok though some rest would be very very good."
"What a horror. Some kind of giant flytrap. Hopefully we never run into something like that again. Well done, Balmur."
Somer does show much of his clothing has holes due to acid, but his hair apparently returns with the advent of magical healing.
"Before settling down for the night, I would feel more comfortable if we scouted out the area around here more. And this enlarged form isn't going to last all day." Standing on the platform, Balmir has a good view of the large chamber. "Mouser, did you already go up both sets of stairs? What about that door over there?" Balmir points to the door on the east side. He walk ponderously over to the door.
Derrik doesn't find much unusual, but Mouser takes some time to thoroughly explore the alter area. He finds a hidden door.
Hearing of the hidden door Somer wrenches himself back to his feet with a groan. Getting his bow ready he makes sure he is not standing anywhere near the door but has a good line of sight.
"Humph. I guess we'd better check that out. I can go in first. I'm sure that we've lost any element of surprise already."
Mouser finds (in M2) a locked coffer and a neat pile of six round stones with a rough, rind-like exteriors, surface stacked in the northeast corner. Each stone is about 2 feet in diameter and weighs around 1,000 pounds.
Balmir squeezes his way in the hidden area behind the altar (M3). This narrow corridor curves around the north end of the chapel, and is covered with dust that has apparently lain here undisturbed for centuries.
Three large, spherical stones with a rough-textured black surface sit on the floor at the far end of the passage. Each is approximately 2 feet in diameter, weighs around 750 pounds.
Balmir stares at the three spherical stones for a bit and then does the only thing he knows to do. He squats down and wraps his arms around one of them. With a grunt he stands, barely lifting one of them. He turns around and slowly makes his way back out the secret passage. Once in the main room he places the stone down.
"There's two more like this back there. Do you think they're magical? Should we try to break them?"
"Hmmm..." says Tam.
"I smell a trap."
Still shaken Somer casts detect magic and wonders if he has a way to work out what they are.
"Big stones look like a dwarf thing to me." he mumbles as he looks at them.
He examins them closely for any sign.
"I'll go get the other ones." Balmir squeezes back in the tunnel and hauls out the other two stones.
Each has a strong evocation aura. Otherwise, though, no signs of a trap.
The geodes have a hardness of 8 and 30 hit points, and can be broken open using an appropriate stoneworking tool (such as a chisel, hammer, or pick) with a successful DC 20 Strength check.
"Tam, can you make anything of them? Evocation magic it seems."
"Hmmm... I can't really say," says the gnome as he takes out his pipe and starts packing it. "Evocation implies some kind of explosive properties. But I don't have the magical materials that would provide useful information."
Somer shrugs.
"From the looks of it a bomb for a dwarven catapult maybe? No idea Balmir and I doubt we can bring them with us realistically."
"Well in such a case I'd say store them off in a corner somewhere and don't worry about them too much as we go explore other parts of this complex."
"Hmm. Bombs of some sort. Well in that case we should leave them alone. I sure don't want to carry them around. Was there anywhere else to look at here? I don't think so. Maybe we should just sleep here tonight then head back to the main trail. I still don't know why this is out here in the middle of nowhere."
A lump in the sludge turns out to be a locked stone coffer (hardness 8, hp 30, break DC 28, Disable Device DC 30).
Also, there are a neat pile of six round stones with a rough, rindlike surface stacked in the northeast corner. Each stone is about 2 feet in diameter and weighs around 1,000 pounds - so a bit larger than the others you found.
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Balmir watches as Mouser searches the room. When he sees the pile of round stones in the corner his eyebrows raise. [b]"Wow Mouser. Those are some big balls!"
Balmir moves into the room with the large round stones. He puts his hear to one of them to listen to it.
Next, he positions himself to push on one of the stones.
Inside is a large, worn leather sack—a giant-sized bag.
”Vampire giant, ya think?”