Mouser does, indeed, drop red with this attack, so Balmir moves on to Yellow, who is still standing.
Feeling pretty good Somer moves closer even though it will stop him from casting a spell he still lets an arrow fly at the yellow troll.
Tam lurks invisibly, holding his wounds and just waiting for his companions to finish off the monster.
Somer puts the last one down into the water, acid sizzling in his chest.
A small timber raft strung together with sinew and reed is tied up to one of the burial markers. It holds a rotten crate that contains the scrags’ treasure: a few humanoid bones, the bones and feathers of several large swamp birds, a jar of restorative ointment, and three pieces of jade (worth 100 gp each).
As the valley draws to a close, the swamp grasses begin to thicken and the waters begin to take on a ruddy tinge as the sediments shift from the black silty earth of the lowlands to the iron-rich clay of the mountain soil. Just beyond the bog, near the far end of the canyon, rises an ancient brick structure. A shallow stone channel extends from an arch in the building’s cracked and weathered facade, from which flows a sluggish stream of ruddy mud. A broad stone patio surrounds the channel, with doors on either side leading into the building.
"I do not know", says Toboyn, what awaits us in this place, but I have, as we followers of Cailean say, 'run up the bar tab a bit' ... should we meet a great challenge, I will have few resources save healing."
Somer nods. "Up to the others, I have enough spells to press on or at least take a look. If not we certainly cannot just camp outside this place."
Balmir cocks his head to the side and stares at the ruins with furrowed brow for a few moments before commenting. "That doesn't seem like a comforting place. Although, I do look forward to exploring it. I don't mind waiting till tomorrow. It would be nice to get a little food in the stomach."
He finds as dry a place as possible and sits. "So, are we eating rations or does someone want to try to catch a rabbit or duck or something out here?"
Frogs are certainly plentiful around here, and probably other game. With Somer hunting, you should have no trouble finding some food.
"Let's leave food and drink to me for this evening. Pull up a rock ..."
Toboyn spreads a ground-cloth and lays out the evening's repast, then fills a couple of bottles with wine and ale.
"... though I do believe I hear frogs, if that's more your taste ..."
The stone doors leading into the shrine are not locked, but they are heavy and wedged shut. The stone channel is 5 feet deep.
"What about wiggling in through that stone channel that the water's coming out of?" asks Tam.
"Maybe they can be opened from the inside."
"Huh. I can help with the door in the morning. I want to eat and sleep now." He nods at Toboyn. "And take a watch tonight too."
Toboyn yawns. "I'll take second watch, then. Say when the trapper reaches its zenith, Balmir?"
"The what?" Balmir looks at Toboyn like he's speaking a foreign language.
"Ah" Toboyn smiles and, clapping Balmir on the back, points with his wine-goblet at the horizon. "See those five stars on the horiz ... er, near the hill? When they're above that other hill, there, that would be a good time for second watch, I think."
The night passes uneventfully, and seems to drag on forever, but morning's light comes and you feel refreshed.
With everyone's help, you are able to pull the door open.
The interior of the structure is a single large room. Both the walls and the floor, fashioned from tremendous mud bricks, are badly cracked, though the north wall still bears the faded image of a crescent moon overlaying a jagged mountain peak. A large mechanism stands near the center of the room, consisting of a stone pipe that disgorges muddy water onto a great stone slab. The water spills from the slab into a wide catch pool before draining out through a channel in the floor. A worn workbench runs the length of the western wall and wraps around the northwest corner of the room. A large stone mortar and pestle sit next to a smaller table to the north. Three huge clay statues stand along the eastern wall, while a tall, black-lacquered cabinet with ornately carved doors and iron handles sits in the southeast corner.
Somer lets the others know what he thinks those things are. "Crafting and mining area it would appear. I would think we should check the cabinet for anything of use as we move to the doors."
Somer will move into the room and when close enough cast detect magic on the statues.
As Somer is casting detect magic, the statues start to move.
Balmir moves into the room and examines the pipe and table contents, coming to the same conclusion as Somer. "Yep. Crafting and mining." He scans around the room again. "Doors, Somer? You mean the ones we came through?"
You see them start to move and turn towards you, but you manage to go first.
"Uh-oh. Constructs are... not my forte."
Tam points to Mouser and says, "Hope you can find some weak spots on these guys! Let's give 'em the old one-two!" and casts greater invisibility on the swashbuckler.
Balmir recognizes the danger as soon as notices the statues moving. These sort of animated constructs can be formidable enemies. He moves directly to engage, pulling free Agrimmosh as he moves.
Somer takes one step further into the room wondering what the creatures are. He shrugs, guessing that it doesn't matter that much as they are attacking. He aims for he blue creature and fires off two arrows wreathed in negative energy.
C17 Reflex of Blind 1 Round
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Mouser moves to strike the statue, but the damage is very minimal.
Somer's first arrow strikes true, doing a massive amount of damage to the staute creature.
Upon striking the creature, it explodes into many small shard.
What remains is a gray ooze that seemed to be hiding inside of the clay shell.
The ooze reaches for Mouser.
Red moves towards Somer and swings a clumsy arm.
Purple approaches the dwarf, and while the attack looked on target, the dwarf manages to avoid the blow.
Tam meanders in to the mess, notes that Mouser is too far away for him to help, notes that the monsters are all mindlessly immune to his illusion magic, and takes out his pipe to start casually packing it.
Balmir steps five feet forward and swings the hammer.
Agrimmosh seems quite suitable to this task.
Somer smiles as the first stone creature exopods but the distraction allows the red on to hit him... HARD.
"I can't take another hit like that! We need to be quick."
His vision swims as he takes a few steps away and casts another spell.
The cleric stumbles in, clearly having gotten into his sacred wine stash this morning. Seeing the lumbering statues, he casts holy smite on the red one.
Red and purple adjust their positions and attack.
The blue ooze just moves over Mouser, trying to engulf him.
The creature can engulf creatures in its path as part of a standard action. It cannot make other attacks during a round in which it engulfs. The creature merely has to move over its opponents, affecting as many as it can cover. Targeted creatures can make attacks of opportunity against the creature, but if they do so, they are not entitled to a saving throw against the engulf attack. Those who do not attempt attacks of opportunity can attempt a Reflex save to avoid being engulfed—on a success, they are pushed back or aside (target’s choice) as the creature moves forward. Engulfed opponents gain the pinned condition, are in danger of suffocating, are trapped within the creature’s body until they are no longer pinned, and may be subject to other special attacks from the creature. The save DC is Strength-based.
A grim look on his face, Balmir steps up to close with the nearest statue and lays into it with Agrimmosh once again. The first swing misses badly but second lands with a solid thud.
Somer slides back and again fires off a couple of arrows, this time at the ooze that is pestering Mouser!
with first hit.