Once more grappled by the vile chokers, Narkû attempts the same maneuver as last time.
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Sarala says, "Thanks, now watch this!"
After telling Ruika to watch, she runs up behind Anapa, mumbling an, "Excuse me," climbs up by using the opposite walls to get up and climb over Anapa, getting in position to go over, with hands pressed against one wall and feet pressed up against the opposite. She does a horizontal walk quickly over Thurrios and the choker faster than most people can walk. "Watch the tail," she says quickly due to her tail hanging close to the man's face, though it curls up a bit as she makes her way above the enemy to avoid getting it tugged on. Once the vanaran arrives at the other end, she hops down and spins in the air, drawing her temple sword and slashing down at the thing. "Death from the heavens!"
Being grappled, Thurrios determines his best course of action is still to try and kill the creature, he swings at it with Tempest.
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Julius rushes into the room as he hears the sound of battle. With the newly placed lights illuminating the room, Julius is able to see the oversized arachnids. He lets out an eep! but otherwise tries to keep his composure.
Knowing his previous plan to summon a helper won't avail him while the passage is clogged full of Thurrios and his new friend, Julius begins murmuring a different spell. Raising his hand palm out he attempts to cool some of the choking fervor of the ifrit's assailant.
But sadly the conjured snow simply splashes the choker with a mildly irritating slush. Aside from adding to the natural chill of the desert air, the creature is unaffected. Well, maybe some of its fur is cleaner than before...
Round Two (Part 3)
Entering the temple, Julius conjures up a tightly packed ball of snow and hurls it into the crowded hallway. The spell surprisingly hits its mark, but does not quite have the desired effect. The snow's magical coldness fails in mid-flight, resulting in little more than a mundane snowball splashing against the choker. It does not seem terribly amused.
Narku decides that a new target deserves a new blade. Exchanging his longsword for his scimitar, he swings not at his strangler, but the creature strangling his strangler. Fortunately, the creature is just as preoccupied. The blade cuts deeply into its long appendage, stopping just short of removing it entirely.
Seeing an opening, Sarala effortlessly climbs over her allies and the choker, climbing being second (or even first) nature to her. The choker cranes its neck to look at her in confusion; when the monk drops down to attack, its face is promptly split open, spraying blood and fragments of bone everywhere. The choker's body immediately goes limp, spending a brief stint as Thurrios' neck ornament before its grip slackens enough for it to fall to the ground.
Yeah, move and attack the next choker.
Ruika looks through the dark archway where the combat is occurring. Seeing the splatters of blood and the grunts of weapons on flesh, she focuses on the spirits of the land and of the places around her - drawing upon the natural energy of the building and acting as a foci for the positive energy. Just when she thinks she cannot contain any more of the ether she lets it go in an explosion of energy.
Round Three (Part 1)
Freed from the choker's grasp and with the worst of his wounds already healed, Thurrios enters the next chamber. He approaches the choker strangling Narku, itself being strangled by its own companion. Haggardly breathing, there is nothing the creature can do to avoid Tempest as it cuts deep into its body, nearly cutting it in half. The bloodied aberration desperately clings to its prey, already at death's door.
Ruika releases a small pulse of positive energy that sweeps throughout the entire chamber and into the next, ever so slightly closing open wounds.
Anapa moves forward, raising his blade and brings it down on the creature trying to end his companion's breath!
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Anapa is finally able to enter, but finds that he cannot get past his allies to attack.
Regardless, the two chokers notice his presence, and only then seem to realize how outnumbered they are. The heavily aberrations disengage from combat, releasing their prey and scampering across the ground. Desperate to escape, they crawl up the pillars and go over the roofless wall of the chamber.
"They appear to be allergic to Paladins of Anubis."
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"Or getting their heads and bodies all split apart," suggests Sarala, climbing up the nearest pillar just a bit, "Someone should maybe get Narkû less hurt looking. It might be a good idea to mark this place on our map and come back later. What do you think? I can keep going, but I don't know how worn out the rest of you are."
Thurrios comes close to Narku, "how injured are you my friend? Shall we see what Sarenrae can do about your injuries?"
Thurrios casts CLW on Narku.
"Blessed is the Dawnflower, for her light drives away the shadows."
Narkû scrunches up his face in a snarl at Thurrios's first comment, and then you see his face relax as if lets some anger or frustration pass over him.
After a moment passes,"Sarenrae be blessed. Thank you Thurrios. I will strive to do better in the next engagement."
"Let me gather up my weapons and sharpen them again, then I will be ready to continue," he says as he picks up his longsword and falchion, then pulls out his whetstone.
"Give moment, despatch the life of horrors, gather round." Ruika says grimly before she starts to radiate healing energies. Focussing on those around her and willing the spirits to cleanse them of their wounds.
Anapa moves to his still injured companion
"May Anubis ward of your death..."
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"Good idea. Hope we no be loud" Ruika affirms moving into the shadows of one of the pillars.
'What man would live with dark stranglers in his abode. An evil man, one of power....perhaps it was right that we've followed him home - even if we are sneaking around like rats.' she thinks to herself leaning upon the thick pillar, before looking at it for an inscriptions.
Whilst Lyssa leads Julius further into the room with nudges and batting her tail against his legs.
"We know there are at least two of those things still in here, they are probably off healing themselves up right now!"
"There spirits are weak and puny compared to mine. Cannot even close wounds." The white orc whispers softly confident in her powers and (falsely?) assured of a victory in any rematch.
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Sensing his comrades readiness to continue Narkû pauses the rhythmic honing of his scimitar, "I can still take the lead while the dark persists or we can light a torch and proceed closer together. Which do you want?"
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"If need be, I too will join you in the front. That man lied to me about his intentions. I will not be fooled by him again" he steps up with Narku
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Sarala hides away while the half-orc sharpens his weapons, to pull her own relatively unused whetstone from her pack and work on her temple sword. "No lucky feeling on this one..." she grumbles, "I think it'd be best to stick together a bit closer from here on out. 'cause I had to do some vertical thinking to even help you out a little, and your eyes were getting a bit bulgy."
Narkû puts up his whetstone and pulls out a torch. After a couple strikes of his flint it bursts in to flame, illuminating the columned room.
Well lets move out then."
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Current Effects: Whetstone edge on falchion, +1 damage on next successful hit; Torch, 20' radius, 1 hr;
Narkû steps through the archway entering the next room to the north, fore going any attempt to 'Infiltrationing' now that he carries a torch.
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Current Effects: Whetstone edge on falchion, +1 damage on next successful hit; Torch, 20' radius, 1 hr;
Through the archway is another roofless chamber. Devoid of any truly defining features, it was once perhaps a meditation hall. Much like the exterior of the ruin, anything here that was even remotely remarkable has long since been obliterated.
The room ahead however, is a different story.
Still bearing an intact roof, the room ahead appears to have retained its splendor. On the walls, carvings celebrate a radiant figure. At his mighty command, legions of elementals build entire cities, raging seas calm, and enemies are brought to accord. Four falcon-headed statues guard a chamber to the west.
What can we discern of these carvings and statues?
Or I have several other skills too, if another is more appropriate.
Ruika beckons towards Lyssa and Julius to keep up as she walks behind the others into the room. Though the ancient historical mural intrigues her, especially of the individual who has the power to command armies of elemental spirits, she moves forwards still.
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Narku looks around and tries to recall if the images mean anything to him. He keeps an eye out for the chokers and any other dangers.
When Narku enters the room with the carvings, it is suddenly illuminated by soft light, originating from crevices on the walls near the ceiling.
The central figure on the wall is identifiable to Anapa and Thurrios as the god Nethys, but the significance of the rest of the carvings is lost on them.
Ruika runs her pale fingers over the walls, being careful not to disturb any of the aeons old plaster or paint. She mumbles softly to herself, dipping her head so that her pale visage is lost in flickering shadows. Interpreting the designs on the wall, with a worried glance to Julius - trying to ascertain if he's gone off on another maniacal diatribe.
"Tread lightly friends, those creatures are around here somewhere."
You can hear Narkû cursing under his breath, something about wasting a torch just before walking into a room that lights itself.
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Current Effects: Whetstone edge on falchion, +1 damage on next successful hit; Torch, 20' radius, 1 hr;
Not seeing any obvious danger in this lit room, and knowing that anything of value is always beyond four falcon-headed statues guardians, Narkû moves on into the next room.
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Current Effects: Whetstone edge on falchion, +1 damage on next successful hit; Torch, 20' radius, 1 hr;
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The guerilla party's newest member the witch Ruika is right to be worried. Julius has largely ignored everyone as he and the rotating balls of light above his head dash to and fro examining everything from the ruined sections to the dead bodies of the chokers to the cleaner and less decrepit walls. Eyes wide and giggling like a school boy with a crush, the arcanist takes advantage of the forty-five minutes of time Narkû spends sharpening his blades to catalogue everything he sees in one of his journals.
When they finally move forward into the lighted room with the mural, Julius gasps and falls to his knees, unabashed adoration on his face at the depiction of Nethys.
Ruika moves up behind Julius and clamps a heavy hand on his shoulder; "Pretty statue, we take?" She points to the halberd with her free hand as an instrument for 'de-plinthing' the statue... There's a wry smile that crosses her lips.
Julius and Ruika recognize that the carvings of Nethys' conquests are as much a history as they are a metaphor - a celebration of the two-bladed nature of magic, and by extension, Nethys himself. In his hands he holds the power of creation and destruction. Order and chaos. Paradoxical forces that would have no meaning without the existence of the other. Even an apprentice knows of the divide, but many old sages have spent all their lives trying to truly understand it. After all, it was through his mastery of the arcane alone that Nethys first ascended to divinity.
"Impressive spirit hero and companions, we cleanse place of taint. Maybe secretive robed man give us reward." Ruika ponders as she glances past Narku and the doorway beyond him.
Narkû moves onto the next room with his torch held high.
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Current Effects: Whetstone edge on falchion, +1 damage on next successful hit; Torch, 20' radius, 1 hr;