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Damion offers a hand to help Victor stand, as he stands up. His eyes narrow to follow Victor's lips. The mucus covered man nods to the bard. He taps his holy symbol of Pharasma.
Damion looks to Harunum, and holds up three fingers. He then holds up a single finger. Damion points at his own holy symbol, then at his throat, and then pulls out some archon hair out of his mouth. He spits again.
He then points to the holy symbol, and puts his thumb against Victor's wet patch. Then he points at his holy symbol one more time. Then shakes his head. He produces a small bit of frost on his finger tip, and Gestures for 5 more times.
He looks around at Ayana. Damion frustrated just pulls out a note and a pen. He hands the note to the bard.
I have 1 spell left of that kind. I cast one on the eidolon already, and I have an Inflict spell for our undead friend. I'm not sure if I should save it for something bad. My spells are more geared towards inflicting misfortune on our foes.
I have a few support cantrips, but mostly they are aimed at preventing an unfortunate visit with the lady of bones. I think Ayana may have more that can help your eidolon. Thought, I am uncertain. This place is a lot more hazardous than intended. If we should be much more careful in the future.
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The bard looks up at Damion with a rakish grin "Forgive me, friend! I didn't take you for vone who is qvite so erudite! I think I vill simply be more cautious going forvard, feel free to save your magicks for our foes."
The moment the eidolon appears, Victor tries to staunch the bleeding so his compatriots can focus on casting their magics
While Haraman weighs the options of resummoning Esdras, a cursory look of the room turns up the following:
The altars still contain their silver altar services, worth 100 gp altogether, as well as two silver holy symbols of Nethys. In addition, an aged but intact scroll rests atop each altar.
Damion and Victor together successfully decipher the scroll on top of the white altar:
The other scroll on the black altar still needs someone to attempt deciphering it.
Esdras's eyes open and the Archon sits up. The canine eyes narrow, and the Archon nods once at Ayana.
The Archon is still bleeding.
Ayana takes the second scroll from Victor, who is still trying to decipher it, and with a brief spell of reading magic, divines the power imbued on the paper.
The gritty grippli gracefully grabbles every area in and around the stairs and connecting partitions and turns up a locked secret door in the southwestern wall.
Esdras walks past the Nagaji and Grippli and open the secret door.
The secret door is locked and refuses to yield to the eidolon's strength.
Esdras impatiently looks at the Grippli.
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Damion fails to grasp what is going on. Damion points at the shatter scroll and points at the secret door. And shrugs. Damion then rummages through his packs for a clean towel. He wipes away mucus that is forming on his brow.
Then Damion get's a shocking idea, and begins searching the area for a possible switch to open the secret door.
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"Uhh... Yeah, so I found this door, so I kinda feel like my part in this is done, right? Is that how this works? It seems like that's how this should work...". Quogup makes a show of checking his pockets and pack for something. "I also forgot to buy that skeleton key I was thinking about getting, so yeah... Esdras is big and strong though! He can just beat on it for a while and I'm sure it'll open! I mean, I think we've caused enough destruction already, so its not like being quiet and careful is really that important anymore... right?".
"Besides, I'm sure Esdras will say really neat things like or something like that while doing it, too!"
The Archon looks surprised that this group does not include anyone with the ability to pick locks. They clearly have few ethics, so being unable to get through a locked door is... unexpected from this lot.
Esdras begins to proselytize to the stone door.
They chased the Sarkorisian from the city gate as far as the stone quarries and struck them down on the slopes. At this the hearts of the people melted in fear and became like water.
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Esdras continues with the sermon.
"They have sown wheat and have reaped thorns,
They have strained themselves to no profit
But be ashamed of your harvest
Because of the fierce anger of the Old Deadeye."
Now that the door appears to be cracking , Victor pulls out the scroll of Shatter and tries to use it to shatter the latch holding the door closed.
[dice=Caster Level Check]1d20+1
It will be damage apppied to the overall of the door's hp.
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K'Coro strides impatiently around the room, seeming almost fearful to keep his feet still. Occasionally he mumbles to himself, not quite loud enough for anyone to hear clearly over the sound of Esdras beating on the door.
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Each time Esdras hits the door, Haranum flinches.
He seems relived at Daimon's offer, and sits down and takes the waterskin. He seems unfazed by the mucus on the water-skin, and politely takes a sip.
"These dungeons always bother me. Esdras seems to thrive here though. Except the almost dead thing."
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Damion nods. And smiles at Haranum. He gestures to the stone floor, and writes on it.
It's nice to take a break occasionally. The dangers we face are perilous, but it seems we are in good company. Perhaps, we could roll some dice while we wait? Perhaps wager some coin or a spoil or two?
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Damion nods and reaches into a pouch and pulls a pair bone Six siders out. He offers Haranum the first roll. He draws a small wager board.
The wagers are:
Each player rolls the pair. The higher roll wins. Observers may bet on the winning result.
Winning roll determines the payout for any possible bets.
Roll — Odds
3 — 1:12
4 — 1:10
5 — 1:9
6 — 1:8
7 — 1:7
8 — 1:5
9 — 1:3
10, 11, 12 — 1:2
Damion waves his companions over.
Damion rolls
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He smiles, and points down at the chart, and points to others in the group.
He scrawls under...
Damion picks up the dice... and gestures to Haranum.
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Holds up two fingers to Victor.
Points and himself an haranum then the dice. Points to each person in the groupt hat doesn't have dice, and points at the bidding chart.
He smiles. and scrawls
The idea is that your betting which of us would roll higher. It's a simple game for many people. Only one I know... I hear bards know many things, do you know a better game for a few rollers
Damion chuckles to himself. What further explorers will think of his fresh scrawlings all over the flor.
After a few minutes, and more than a bit of noise and vibration occasionally through the earthquake ravaged fortress, Esdras applies their special version of martial sermons to the door. It it not fully destroyed and can be opened and closed. The way is now available to the intrepid explorers.
A living, moving fabric seems to cover the ceiling of this half-collapsed chamber, which stretches northwest into darkness. The pungent smell of ammonia rises from the droppings that litter the floor.
Esdras looks at the party, expecting actions from them.
He took him outside and said, “Look up at the sky and count the stars—if indeed you can count them.”
Knowledge nature.
Victor peers around Esdras, trying to get a look at the rest of the room. However, his angle cannot see the ceiling of the northern part of the room very well. He does note the splattered floor.
Victor notes the massive splattering of what is generally known as guano, more specifically, bat excrement, due to his keen study of arcane spell components. Based on the amount present, he surmises the clumped mass occupying the ceiling area of the northern part of the room to be enough bats to constitute a swarm. They have not been disturbed... yet.