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Utabe wasn't sure what to expect from striking the idol-- she still couldn't quite make herself believe that the thing was alive-- but the satisfying thwack of the arrow told her all she needed to know. Then there was that weird tingling all over her body... the idol was trying to do something to her, and she wouldn't have that.
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Utabe slams another arrow into the scurrying idol. As the arrow slams into it the idol cracks down the middle, falling to the ground in dozens of splinters.
As the idol falls to the ground the mist begins to dissipate within moments and the mad and furies monkeys begin to calm down, as much as monkeys can, as the flee in a mass of chaos out the door. Even Nigel at the top of the Ziggurat begins to calm a bit as he is no longer screaming and growling all about the place and instead is calling for help. Get me down from here!
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"Should we be concerned about the neighborhood? How many monkeys just fled the museum?" ponders Utabe, picturing a poor old woman out on her evening constitutional.
In the meantime, Utabe ascends the Ziggurat and attempts to untie Nigel.
"Nigel? We were sent here by the Pathfinder Society. Let me help you," says Utabe, shrugging off the tiredness of the night.
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Utabe unties the shaken man as he slowly climbs down from the Ziggurat.
Thank You, Thank You so much. I am incredibly grateful for the assistance
With the curse of the Tik Taan ended, the Blakros Museum slowly begins to return to business as usual (after some clean up) Nigel speaks with the party momentarily I am eternally grateful that Adril sent you all here and to show my appreciation I have a few gifts. Nigel wanders over to a cabinet and soon pulls out a few items. Here is an ancient Mwangi spear that Chelish explorers found near the colony of Sargava during the reign of the expansionist Chelish prince, Haliad I. The spear is a bejeweled masterwork quality spear with brittle, white bird feathers tied with crumbling leather straps beneath the still-sharp spearhead.
Also I would like to give you something that may be of some significance to Pathfinders. The man unclothes a cracked mulberry pentacle stone. This is an ioun stone. Some of these stone can be placed within a wayfinder to crate fantastical magical effects. Sadly the stones that I own are not capable of such resonance.
As the days pass and the museum is soon back in order the friendship with Nigel and the hulking venture Captain is repaired. More importantly though, he now makes all of the Blakros Museum's vast collection available to the Society for study and considers re-petitioning membership.
I will get chronicles out later today
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Kiddrik grins crookedly and widely as the room quiets to some level of normalcy ... which is to say, a lack of screeching monkeys, flying soul-sucking heads, attack gorillas, or undead. "Good to see ya in one piece, Mister Nigel."
He takes anything offered with a grateful handshake while giving his small team appreciative nods. "Good job, everyone. Don't know that I expected all this craziness, but I reckon you all handled it quite mightily."