No tracks can be made out.
The agents moves on up the stairwell and into the next section of the tomb.
Statues of men with hyena heads block the passage leading north from this room.
As the group moves forward, Umrallorn, Magni and Xavier notice that these statues are actually alive....
Round-1 Bold May Act
Magni
Umrallorn
Mannak
GM:Blue
Tal
Zartina
Xavier
GM:Red
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"Normally they are immune to magic, however the damage which they have sustained seems to have suppressed that ability. Unfortunately they are resistant to all physical damage to a minor extent with no means of which I am aware to bypass. All that remains is to enhance your physique, Mannak. Please stand still, this should not hurt."
Umrallorn begins gesticulating and chanting as rune-inscribed circles begin glowing and rotating in the air a few inches in front of his hands.
Mannak manages to take a chunk out of the column.
Magni covers mannaks flank, while Umrallorn prepares a spell..
The column brings around its arm, swinging for Mannak, but can not land the hit.
Round 1-Bold May Act
Tal
Zartina
Xavier
GM:Red
Round-2
Magni
Umrallorn
Mannak
GM:Blue
blue: 11 hp
red: 13 hp
Zartina and Xavier fire off their force spells....putting more cracks into the columns.
While Tal moves into an assisting posture..
Red moves to engage those on the stairs. Taking a swing at the first it comes to.
Round 2-Bold May Act
Magni
Umrallorn-10 damage
Mannak
GM:Blue
Tal
Zartina
Xavier
GM:Red
blue: 3 hp
red: 13 hp
Umrallorn can not maintain the spell.
Mannak still lands a vicious hit on the column...
Blue attacking from the brink of death, attacks Mannak once more.
Round 2: bold may act
Tal
Zartina
Xavier
GM:Red
Round 3
Magni
Umrallorn-10 damage
Mannak-5 damage
GM:Blue
blue: 3 hp
The force missiles slams into the column as Xavier retreats.
Zartina's spell finishes off red, and it crumbles at his feet.
Round 3-Bold May Act
Magni
Umrallorn-10 damage
Mannak
GM:Blue
Tal
Zartina
Xavier
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Umrallorn carefully aims his wand at the remaining caryatid column.
Mannak fells the last column, it's remains lay at his feet.
[ooc]Combat over..heal up as needed.[ooc]
Next chamber....
The walls, ceiling, and floor of this room are covered in elaborate patterns of countless tiny tiles. The tiles also form three images on the west wall: one depicts a woman in a cloak hovering above a pile of skulls; another depicts the same woman kneeling before a massive fiend; the third shows her in the company of a godlike figure standing before a massive pyramid.
Around the room, objects are left haphazardly on the floor. The objects include: gold-plated idols of the pharaoh (heavily dented); a lacquered box of stale incense (covered in tooth marks but unopened); a ceremonial platinum dagger (snapped in half ); dozens of pieces of pottery (smashed to bits); six scrolls (chewed up into spitballs and stuck to the ceiling—now illegible); and numerous objects of gold and silver, all dented, battered, and broken a dozen times over.
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Umrallorn nods at Tal as he approaches with his wand. He proffers his own wand.
"I have my own healing wand, and though I lack a divine connection I should be happy for you to employ it on my behalf."
Moving on to the next chamber Urmallorn also investigates.
Umrallorn shakes his head regretfully as he picks through the shattered remnants of these archaeological treasures.
"These artifacts date from the reign of the Pharaoh of Forgotten plagues, roughly three thousand years before Aroden raised the Isle of Kortos from the Inner Sea. They are more than seven thousand years old. Whoever did this is truly a monster."
He begins cataloging the condition, placement, and provenance of the various items in the room. Without looking up from his inkpen and notebook Umrallorn says,
"Perhaps one of you could scan for magical auras while I am about this?"
Umrallorn taps his lips with the non-nibbed end of his inkpen and mutters to himself.
"Perhaps, if all of the components are present, a mending spell might salvage this travesty..."
A well-preserved wooden chest sits atop a platform against the south wall of this room. A series of arcane glyphs burnt into the top of the chest forms a spiral. Iron bindings reinforce the chest, and it has no apparent lock or key. A series of heavy latches keep the lid tightly shut.
The box does not sense any magic from the chest.
Inside the chest are three curved horns. When any manipulates the horns they get flashes of light and visions. No matter which horn the group touches, they sense the visions are from a floating creatures.
With nowhere else to explore, the PC's leave the ruin.
Obahar waits there return and clasp his hands together when they approach, "So what did you find? Did you find a fiend?"
"No, that name escapes me as well.", He ponders over the information provided to him for a moment. "I will do a bit more research here and try to come up with something. There must be clues in this information somewhere...
"I know. While I stay here and go over the notes you have brought me. You should check out the Thrice Shrouded Necropolis. If the Lady of the Graves was mentioned, that would be a good place to start."
Once outside, and a proper graverobber arheologist looks at the chest, he pulls out some tools and pops the lock. 20. Within are dozens of small, dull gray stones with no apparent value. Many of the stones have cracks, divots, and pockmarks. It also contains a few onyx gem stones.
Priests of Pharasma, the Lady of Graves, oversee this large graveyard and several small shrines surrounding it. For reasons lost to time, the necropolis possesses three unique traits: the sun’s light shines weakly upon it, causing the graveyard to be dimly lit even on the brightest days; the entire graveyard is under the effects of a calm emotions spell; and sounds in the area are muted. These oddities do not prevent the graveyard from being a popular place for Merab’s residents, many of whom worship Pharasma.
Upon your arrival you are met by a priestess, "Hello travelers, I am Renofre, have you came us to pray"
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"Our apologies for disturbing your prayers but no, we are not here to pray at this time. We were tasked with ridding the nearby ruins of evil spirits and, as it would turn out, we wound up in for more than we bargained for! Someday soon the tales of our heroics will reach your ears but, for the time being, our business remains unfinished." Tal describes his vision and encourages the others to share their own experiences when touching the horns. "Seeing as the Lady of the Graves were no small part of these visions your expertise in the interpretation of these visions would be greatly appreciated."
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Umrallorn puzzles over the stones.
"These stones were the focus for some sort of magical effect."
He fondles one of the onyx stones.
"Onyx is closely associated with the creation of undead, so it comes as no surprise that these were the focus of necromantic magic. It seems to have failed, perhaps because the stones were of insufficient quality, perhaps because the caster bungled the operation."
Umrallorn addresses Renofre.
"Fortunately, no. We are members of the Pathfinder Society."
Umrallorn indicates his Wayfinder.
"An ancient site was recently unearthed here in Merab, from which a fiend escaped. Our investigation found mention of a 'spiral of death', a place called the Dungeons of the Ever Dying, and vision of a woman of Ancient Osirion who sought to remove her fate from the hands of the Lady of Graves. Is it within your knowledge to elucidate any of these facts?"
"The Dungeons of the Everdying....I am not sure. I may have to ask some of the high priestesses. But....this fiend, it would not happen be a floating head, would it?" The priestess ask
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"We suspect it to be a doru div."
Umrallorn looks expectantly at the priestess, waiting for a sign of comprehension.
"Of course it would be too much to expect to find a scholar when you have but to lean on your divine crutch. Yes, a layman might describe a doru div as a 'floating head'."