Just Unnvar needs to make a save.
Amar cocks his head as the half-orc yells out to small creatures darting amongst the muck. [i]I did not know half-orcs could commune with beasts. When a large discharge of lightning shocks Unnvar however, the eidolon surges forward to assist.
for and
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Unnvar Cleaves through all 3 lizards, but they stay standing . . . barely.
Sarsczek moves in and his keen sight sees the 3 lizards hiding along the south wall. As he goes to grab one, the room once again fills with electricity (this time from the 3 that Sarsczek is disturbing).
Sarsczek then grapples one.
Amar then moves in and swings at one of the lizards Unnvar cleaved. His claws dig into the throat of the lizard and he pushes it against the wall. It falls lifeless into the refuse pile.
Elaqis trudges on nearly waste deep in the muck.
Initiative:
Round 1
North Lizards
Unnvar
South Lizards
Sarsczek
Amar
Elaqis
Clandelve
Owyn
August
End of Round
Owyn moves in and obliterates the lizard closest to him.
August moves in and slices through the first lizard, and then slices through the second lizard that Sarsczek was holding.
Sarsczek is now holding half the lizard in each hand.
Clandelve moves in and swings at the last lizard of the North trio and easily disposes of it.
End of Round
Initiative:
Round 2
North Lizards
Unnvar
South Lizards
Sarsczek
Amar
Elaqis
Clandelve
Owyn
August
End of Round
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Unnvar's face contorts again, this time little whiskers emerge from by his nose, which seems to be twitching a lot now.
Figuring his fellow pathfinders can handle the last lizard, Unnvar sheaths his long sword and draws his Wand of Cure Light Wounds.
Strange little lizards, wonder what they are(where), he Elaqis you recongnize them?
The last remaining lizard takes a bite at Sarsczek.
The timid creature bites nothing but air.
August swings his greatsword and cuts the lizard in half... lengthwise.
Thus ends the battle of the laser lizards.
End of combat.
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Sarsczek begins a methodical search of the room, searching for hidden crevices, doors, traps, more hiding laser lizards, drawings of historical significance, or something good to eat. He carefully upturns rubble with his tail, and sweeps through the cracks with his claws as he leaves no inch of the room unchecked.
Once he's confident that an accurate representation of the room and entryway have been captured for reporting, he gives a sharp nod and grin.
"Okay! Now for the door... I wonder what's behind?"
He inspects the door, looking for hidden wires, runes, chemicals, or the sounds of lurking creatures. You get the sense that his goofy personality has no bearing on his professional acumen.
Once everyone has finished healing up and is ready he'll lead the charge into the next room.
"Shall we?"
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Unnvar taps Sarsczek a couple times with August's wand; I can use mine the next time August, thanks!
Before tapping himself several times with his wand.
Once healed he helps with the search of the lizard room, before moving accross the hall to examine the opposite room, face once more looking like that of a fleet falcon. Also continuing to look for traps as he goes.
Sarsczek lets check this room out quickly before moving through the door
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"Speed isn't everything you know." Elaqis says as he finally reaches the western room just as the half-orc and tiefling rush past him.
"This tomb has been here for centuries. A millenia even! Another ten minutes isn't just going to see it all just walk away!"
With a sigh, he then turns around and begins trudging back to the central room.
Searching the laser lizard room, you find nothing more than the description above.
The room to the right:
This twenty-foot-square room is home to a foot and a half of stagnant water that covers everything but a wide shelf on the east wall. That shelf contains a score of fifteen-inch-tall statues carved of shiny white stone, each of jackal-headed humanoids in different poses and holding different accoutrements. Ancient Osiriani hieroglyphs and jagged sigils cover the walls, in jarring contrast to each other.
The Door:
Upon examining the door, Sarsczek's diligence pays off. He notices that holding the door open is a small statue of a jackal-headed man holding 2 kukris in the same pose as the figure in the bas-relief depicted on the door itself. Further you notice a portion of the bas-relief is strangely indented, in a way that does not fit the rest of the sculpture. It looks to be the same shape and size as the base of the statue.
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Sarsczek walks around and begins inspecting the hieroglyphs, recording them along with their translations. "Hmm, in-terr-ess-sting writing. Been a long time since I saw dees glyphs. Oh, also, part of the door has a weird thing in it. I think the statue might fit into it. I'll give it a try if you wan me too. Lemme just get all dis first."
He looks around at the party.
"Wha? Yeah, I can read... you think dats funny?"
Sarsczek is able to translate the following in both Ancient Osiriani and Abyssal:
In Ancient Osiriani: The pictograms recount the rise to power of the Dog Pharaoh, referring to him as the Jackal Pharaoh, and a conflict between himself and a rival pharaoh known as the Illumined Pharaoh. At the time of the engraving, their conflict had apparently not been resolved, and several references to ongoing feuding persist among the historical accounting.
In Abyssal: The jagged symbols are Abyssal characters which speak of the Jackal Pharaoh’s armies of gnolls, jackalweres and yaenit demons.
@Unnvar: No Magic is detected on any of the figurines or the door.
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Sarsczek smiles, and then tries to find the appropriate figure to place into the inset on the bas-relief. He looks for any statue bearing a pair of kukris, preferably in the same pose. "Might wanna stand back in case dis doesn't work right..." Once everyone steps back a good distance he aligns the statue and attempts to open the door.
Amar shrugs.
Sarsczek finds the statue he's looking for is holding the door open a crack. Assuming he pulls the statue free, the door shuts, but the statue base fits as he thinks it should.
There's an audible click and the door swings open. Immediately the water that filled the room, rushes through the door and down the hole in the stairwell, pushing everyone along with it, except Amar who I believe is flying.
Clandelve is pulled over the edge of the pit trap in the room and gets a Reflex Save as the trap is triggered.
Sarsczek is pushed straight into the hole, needs to make a Reflex Save to catch himself on the edge.
Those of you that didn't fall down a hole notice that the entry room is now void of water except for a small stream coming in through the door and down into the pit Clandelve sprung.
As you make your way down the stairs toward the hole Sarsczek may or may not have fallen into you see:
[i]The stairway descends into stagnant, murky water. The north wall features two fifteen-foot-tall mosaics of the Dog Pharaoh flanking a series of smaller hieroglyphs arranged in rows and columns. The east and west walls give glimpses of the top half of faded and water-stained frescos depicting pleasure slaves and vast wealth in a desert oasis paradise.[/ooc]
The water in this room is too dark and murky to see to the floor. The stairwell is 10' high and the stairs descend into the water.
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Picking himself up, Elaqis looks ahead at the dark, deep pool stagnating in the newly opened room. "Well, that certainly looks great."
Wringing out his cloak, the gnome steps back and turns to a still standing Amar. "Well, I'm glad to see you're still standing nice and tall. Congratualtions on not standing in the line of the door. You deserve a break."
With a wave of his hand he dismisses the eidolon, then turns to the rest of the party.
"As trap-consicous as I am sure you are Unnvar, allow me to get you some assistance for this puddle."
Clandelve and Sarsczek are swept away and both fall down their respective pits.
Clandelve falls 30' to the spikes below.
Only the last spike hits Clandelve:
Clandelve needs to make a FORT save DC 17
Failed Save:
Sarsczek falls 20' to the spikes below.
Sarsczek almost avoids the spikes in the pit, but one catches him in the leg.
As the water clears his eyes and he regains his composure from the fall, he finds he's lying right next to an ancient (impaled) corpse.
You both hear each other fall and see yourselves about 25 feet from each other.
Water drips and cascades constantly from holes in the low ceiling of this corridor. Metal grates topped with rusted spikes periodically pierce the floor at uneven intervals.
The cooridor is 10' wide and 7' tall except where the traps are. The spikes seem to sit on a grate which is draining the water that has fallen from the floor above.
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As Clandelve slides away from Unnvar's outstretched arm, the half-orc bounces to his feet, retrieving his 100 foot silk rope, he ties it off around his waist, making sure to leave plenty of slack, he tosses the rest into the hole. Anchoring his legs in place and gripping the rope tightly, ready to pull when he feels resistance on the other end. His face contorting once again to that of a bull.
Clandelve grab ahold I'll help you climb out! Hoping to hear the dwarves frustrated swears coming from the dark hole.
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"Clandelve seems okay. And uh, guys! There's a body down here. Really old body. Also there are spikes."
Sarsczek carefully goes over the body, looking for anything of historical importance, along with anything of value. Once he's satisfied, he makes sure that Clandelve is able to ascend the rope before doing so himself.
Sarsczek and Clandelve find a potion and a very nice, thin rope in near perfect condition.
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"Der's more spikes down the hall. Prob'ly more holes like this one."
Sarsczek makes several paces down the hall, squints and looks towards the spikes, then follows Clandelve up the rope.
He peers down the now opened passage and does his best to estimate the the locations of any more of these spike traps.
"I guess we should get Me'n Clandy patched up and move on."