Drawing his axe and gripping it so tight his knuckles turn solid white, "No way these golems come to life. I mean, how boring is that? I'm sure there's some other trick up their sleeve but more golems would just be stupid. I mean, trust me, there's just no way," he says, yet, he keeps his eyes focused hard on the statues as he moves along with the rogue.
"Where one did not work for defense, why not two? I mean, one of the traps was rolling rocks for Desna's sake. Imagination does not seem to be one of the primary attributes of the builders...or our adversaries."
"If Marcel cannot find anything, then I suggest we press forward and just see what happens." Oberlin says with a final shrug.
Malaswyn casts a spell to detect magic.
As Marcel moves into the room, he flinches. He knows he's tripped some kind of alarm, though he doesn't know exactly which or when.
Malaswyn can sense magic ahead, though it will take a little longer to know more, and you're all interrupted when a voice booms from the back of the room, where you can see a stairway going up in darkness: "TRESPASSERS! You have desecrated this holy sanctuary of our Lord in Iron! You have passed the tests, yet I can see that your will is weak. You have been seduced by fickle gods, for I can see the stag and the sun, worn proudly, if mistakenly... WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELVES!? WILL YOU GO BACK OR WILL I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF HONOURING BLOODY GORUM IN BATTLE AND SEND YOUT LOT TO HER BONEYARD?"
Marcel ducks further into his cloak, slinking into a corner to one side.
From the darkness ahead, the voice replies: "Well then, bring it on, stag!"
You hear the scrape of metal on metal and a shower of molten metal sparkles engulf you in a column of flames.
Malaswyn continues to concentrate on his spell.
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Malaswyn continues to concentrate on his spell.
"You gentlemen are not very safe to stand next to!" Oberlin groans, picking himself painfully off the ground where he had been flung by the blast of magic. Groaning he moves off to the side, separating himself from the group of warriors and seeing if he can place a pillar between himself and the figure on the stairs.
Once his view of the figure is blocked, Oberlin moves his hands in a complex form, muttering arcane syllables. His words finish with a gutteral snap and a thin ghostly blade springs from his left hand. Wasting no time, he slashes the blade across his right hand, wincing at the additional pain, then he shakes his wrist and a ghostly hand falls toward the floor for a moment before stopping in mid air and rising to hover beside him.
"You gentlemen are not very safe to stand next to!" Oberlin groans, picking himself painfully off the ground where he had been flung by the blast of magic. Groaning he moves off to the side, separating himself from the group of warriors and seeing if he can place a pillar between himself and the figure on the stairs.
Kriger manages to avoid most of the blast but still finds himself smoking in several places. Looking over at Oberlin, "HA! HA! Probably right, friend, but that's what makes us fun!" he says, wild eyed. "Now let's go kill us a big mouth." He then adjusts his grip upon his axe and looks for a face to go with the voice. the ranger calls out.
Kalsgrim and Marcel are now in the temple proper, with the rest of you standing slightly back in the hallway. Oberlin is also slightly in, but he moved behind a column to try and get some cover, though he remains invisible for now.
"You think your Stag Lord stands a chance. Community burn when war rages. This is the way, and so it shall be today." the voice replies back to Kalsgrim.
In a flash, a wall of stone rises from the ground, covering in an arc the entrance of the temple, effectively sealing Oberlin, Malaswyn, and Kriger away, while isolating Kalsgrim and Marcel in the temple.
"One who walks in light and one who walks in shadows... Kalsgrim and Marcel... I shall put in a good word with Pharasma for you. I'll leave a note attached to your corpses!"
Shocked that the...thing...can see him, Marcel is taken aback. Even more so when it calls him by name. '...two can play at that...' he thinks to himself, drawing a potion and drinking it.
Shocked that the...thing...can see him, Marcel is taken aback. Even more so when it calls him by name. '...two can play at that...' he thinks to himself, drawing a potion and drinking it.
Malaswyn clenches his teeth in irritation, "Wizard, are you here. Do you have any way of passing through?"
He catches himself, "Oberlin?"
"You gotta be kidding me!" Shaking his head in frustration, "We gotta get through that wall!" Kriger drops his axe and pulls out his heavy flail and starts whaling on the wall with it.
Oberlin startles at the sudden appearance of the wall, stepping back a moment before staring with narrowed eyes at its convenient appearance. He reached forward and placed a palm on the surface, feeling its texture. "I wonder if this is simply an illusion." he thinks.
"Let me think a moment, I am not certain how this stone was created...spell, illusion or trap." Oberlin says quietly, back towards Krieger and Malaswyn.
"Also, that fire burned me mightly. I will not be able to withstand a second blast."
Taking a break, Kriger reaches into his pack and grabs a couple of vials before offering them over to Oberlin. "Here, take these. This'll help fix you up. And if you can find a way to get rid of this wall faster than me, I'm all for it," he says with a matter of fact nod.
While Oberlin ponders and Kriger krigers, Malaswyn begins to pray.
ROUND 3
Marcel drinks a potion and the darkness parts before him. He can see inside the corridor ahead.
Kalsgrim sees a bit further than usual (what is the radius of that light? Is it like a torch? If so, you'll have to move closer to see in it).
Kriger hands a potion then slams his axe into the stone, chipping a big chunk of it.
Oberlin takes the potion from Kriger and drinks it, recognizing the spell and its potency (Wall of stone).
Malaswyn summons some pals.
From the corridor, a voice booms, reciting a song as old as the world, and, from the floor of the temple, spring an impossible number of blades, whirring as they slash, forming a wall reaching the ceiling. Marcel and Kalsgrim are both in the blades' path.
When the wall of blades springs up, Marcel shouts a warning..."Kalsgrim! Forward! We should be on the same side of this!"
A large Earth Elemental appears, Malaswyn bows deeply to it, “Welcome, great spirit of the earth. Beyond that wall my friends face a dangerous foe. Your job is to slay his enemies and protect...”
Malaswyn gives a thorough description of Kalsgrim then, thinking that they have no light, casts daylight on the elemental before sending it through.
"Its a Wall of Stone spell. And now I am wishing that I had some medium of disruption to this spell. In our case, simply smashing the wall will have to make due." Oberlin says.
"I will attempt to open a path shortly. Please run forward as fast as you can if the spell succeeds."
"Its a Wall of Stone spell. And now I am wishing that I had some medium of disruption to this spell. In our case, simply smashing the wall will have to make due." Oberlin says.
"I will attempt to open a path shortly. Please run forward as fast as you can if the spell succeeds."
Sighing, "Then I'll just keep smashing until then, friend." And with that, Kriger continues his assault upon the wall.
Thinking furiously, Oberlin quickly recalls that he will not be able to dispel the stone wall...once there, it is simply there.
"New plan. Krieger, Malaswyn, I will be coming over and invisibly grabbing your arms, please do not resist the spell, we will be with your liege shortly." he announces as he strode over to the two men. If he had been visible, they would have seen the ring on his hand burning with a deep cerulean fire, bits of magic falling away from his hand like frost as he activated its power. He wove the runes from the spell as he walked, and felt the space around him begin to bow and stretch as the magic tugged at reality. Nearing the two men, he grasped Krieger's shoulder, and tugged at him a moment so he could reach out and grab Malaswyn's forearm. He then spit out the last few liquid syllables of the spell, the bottom of the stairs at the opposite end of the room firm in his mind, and with a wrenching snap, the three men were spit like a watermelon seed from where they stood, to someplace else. There was a crack, as the air rushed in to fill the vacuum where the men had once stood.
"A large Earth Elemental appears, Malaswyn bows deeply to it, “Welcome, great spirit of the earth. Beyond that wall my friends face a dangerous foe. Your job is to slay his enemies and protect...”
Malaswyn gives a thorough description of Kalsgrim then, thinking that they have no light, casts daylight on the elemental before sending it through.
bright light in 60ft, dim light (at least) for 60ft beyond that."
And, Herald Callers can communicate with summoned creatures: "he herald caller and her summoned monsters can understand each other’s spoken words as if they shared a common language (though this doesn’t give summoned monsters the ability to speak if they normally lack it)."
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Round 4
Kriger chips further at the wall, bringing it within a millimeter of surrendering.
Malaswyn finishes his conjuration and sends a glowing elemental through the wall of stone. The massive chunk of rocks booms his way forward with great speed, reaching Kalsgrim and Marcel.
Oberlin works on an incantation that will bring them to the other side more quickly than a drop of the axe.
Marcel and Kalsgrim, having escaped the wall of blade, converge on the darkness ahead. Thanks to different means, you see a barbarish looking man of impossible size. His face wears blue war paintings. That and the massive spear in his hands, plus the solemn stoic look in his eyes tells you he means business.
"I am Zorek, and Gorrum himself appointed me ages ago to guard this tomb until the end of time. This is the sepulchre of Armag, His greatest servitor! And I won't let infidels desecrate it!" he shouts and spits as he invokes holy power at the elemental.
Oberlin, concentrating on not sending the lot of you to some random vacation hub in Cheliax, bends space and time, bringing Kriger, Malaswyn, and himself on the other side of the wall. Ahead of you three, you see, behind a wall of whirling blades, Marcel, Kalsgrim, and possibly Rocky on the edge of the room and about to fight Zorek.