Hammerfist grumbles as he opens the door. "no't'wat I 'spec'ta see, but inters'tin' nonedaless."
Lia detects for magic and finds that the mosiac radiates evocation magic, while the western sarcophagus radiates necromancy, abjuration, and transmutation magic.
Looking at the mosiac, you see an inscription in the mosaic’s center reads, “Red Azramo—Give the Dragon Her Due.”
"See anything, Lia?"
Ares will look around as well.
Ares will approach the transmutation one.
Lia relays the information on the schools and tries to discern their purpose, approaching with Ares.
Hammerfist grumbles and covers his companions advance with his hammer.
Right before Lia and Ares advance, Hammerfist notices that the mosaic on the floor is trapped! Stepping on it like would invovle flames on the stepper!
Ares will stop and cast guidance on Hammer if he attempts to diffuse the flaming trap.
Hammerfist grumbles "Op. Thats be a 'lames'rap on the 'zaic."
Accecpting the Guidance Hammerfist will go to work on the trap.
Hammerfist easily disable the trap and Ares and Lia move to examine the transmutation aura in the coming from the western sarcophagus. Studying the aura, Lia is certain it comes from the sarcophagus and likely comes from item, such as a weapon or armor that has been enchanted.
Ares moves up to check.
"So what have we found? If it was trapped, it must be valuable at least. "
Lia tries to help with the lid off the sarcophagus. "Let's find out."
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Removing the lid from the sarcophagus, you find a long-dead corpse. Across its chest is a +1 acid resistance light steel shield and on his left hand is a ring of strength sapping.
Lia points to the ring and says simply "Don't touch that. We don't want to keep this... unless we want to slip it on the dragon's finger... or talon... or claw..."
"If it is magical and not cursed, we either keep it or sell it. But this chap has no use for it anymore. We need to keep them from falling into the wrong hands. . "
Lia scratches her head. "I could have sworn it takes the strength from its wearer. Maybe it's that it takes the strength of the victim the wearer punches? I can never remember. Those magic lessons were boring, and there were... distractions," she finishes with a sly look.
Hammerfist grumbles.
Ares will carry any goods found and not picked up by one of the others"Down then?" He points to the spiral stairs.
Rey twirls his gladius in his hands idly as the magic users get their Spellcraft on. Just let me know if you need a hand opening any more of those, the swordsman remarks absently.
Checking the other sacophagi, the party finds nothing else of interest.
Going down the spriral stairs, you enter an oval chamber. Near the east wall of this oval chamber is an altar, the front side of which is carved to resemble a winged eye. A chalice and a small leather-bound book sit atop the altar. On the north side of the chamber are a set of double doors.
Hammerfist grumbles a bit and casts detect magic.
Ares states
"This altar is of Aroden. I was not expecting that....here."
Hammerfist detects no magic, while Ares examines the altar. They can tell though, that the gold chalice is worth about 875 gp, and the book is an antique tome of prayer for devotees of the Last Azlanti. This rare book is worth 1,000 gp.
"Well, I say we take these...for further research. This place is very interesting, to say the least."
Ares will continue to search the place as well as look for other exits.
Lia joins in the search.
"What kind of place is this? No ordinary tomb, obviously, but still..."
Going through the door to the north, the party sees another large domed chamber. The floor of this great, domed chamber has a coppery metallic sheen, save for three mosaics of blue dragons made of polished blue glass. Chiseled into the north wall is an inscription, and the air smells slightly of ozone.
The message on the north wall reads, “Baesterogh, Alamitatus, and Vernegash—each dragon slain by Lady Tula of Belhaim and the Slayers of Nazilli, Battle of Blue Note Hill, 3668 ar.”
There is a door in the west wall.
Hammerfist grumbles "'Ell. dat'ite be o'trest."
"This Lady sounds like some special warrior of mythical skills to have slain 3 dragons. "
Ares keeps moving forward unless Hammer stops to check traps or anything.
"Dat smell fun' ta an'dy else?"
Hammerfist will detect magic and then search for traps.
Lia turns to the dwarf. "This is usually what it smells like when lightning is about to strike, if I'm not mistaken. Might be, but who knows? Maybe this mosaic is trapped, too?"
Whoever owned this place definitely had a concern for thieves.. "
Hammerfist and Lia both think that though there is not a trap present, the static electricity in the air with occasionally build up and arc to the floor, damaging anyone standing on the copper coated floor.
Whoever owned this place definitely had a concern for thieves.. "
Shouldn't everyone have a concern for thieves? Reynaldo quite reasonably asks, as he moves over for a closer look at the mosaics.
"We were told this was meant to test those who would take this... whatever it is to slay the dragon. We should stay off the copper bits of the floor. I don't feel like smelling burnt hair for the rest of the journey."
Hammerfist nods at Lia's statement and grumbles a bit.
" So we just go around? I can go if we are afraid it might still be active. I have some resistance to it I think."
Ares will move around and approach the western door.
"Are we ready? "
Opening the western door, Ares sees painted statues of four human archers, bows drawn, occupy the western curve of this circular chamber. The two archers to the north aim toward the northeast, and the two archers to the south aim southeast. An inscription decorates each statue’s base.
The inscriptions on all four statues’ bases are identical, and they read.
“May your arrows strike center and true.”
Lia detects magic in the room, more trying to discern if the statues are magical in any means.
Lia detects no magic within the room.
"Hammerfist. There's nothing too interesting magically speaking about those statues. Still... I don't trust 'em. Mind having a look-see?"
Lia keeps her bow on hand with an arrow casually resting in a semi-fireable position.
Hammerfist grumbles and gives it a look.
"Now these are my kind of statutes."