Using the crowbar, you manage to pry the door open enough to get leverage. From there, it is a simple (but strenuous) matter to pull the door completely open. The interior of the tomb is dark, but you can make out a low stone platform in the center with a stone sarcophagus on top, and a couple of humanoid figures looming to the left of the door.
As you get your first look at the tomb, Colt hears the faint sound of someone squishing through the mud to the south. A moment later, everyone hears the unmistakable sound of a person approaching. The rain prevents visual contact at this time.
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Lu glances around at her companions, at Pan and Amenhotep, and heaves a quiet sigh. These folks couldn't hide their shadows in a pitch dark room. She looks at the open tomb, and at the crowbar in Shechera's hand. And we ain't talkin' ourselves out of this one, neither.
She makes no attempt at stealth, but clearly and noisily starts moving, more slowly than her best speed, in a direction perpendicular to the sound of the boot steps, hoping to draw away the approaching figure and then lose them in the fog.
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Well, we're doomed. Shechera mutters under her breath. Taking command of the situation he pulls everyone in and quietly goes of her her plan. Pan, Amenhotep get in there and look around. Try and find our clues. Colt you stay with them, keep and eye of for them. Looks like Lu's going to try and lure who ever it is away. Taliesin you're with me. Lets try and head off who ever is coming and lead them towards Lu.
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Letting out a sigh as his companion draws a gun to enter a tomb and then he steps in, pulling out a small stone from his coat and releases it so that it floats around so that the area is suddenly illuminated. "There, now we can see in here a bit better." With the ioun torch floating around him, he begins to look about the tomb.
Lu disappears to the west, and Pan, Colt and Amenhotep enter the tomb. A sudden burst of light from within lights up the downpour and partially silhouettes the figures in the tomb briefly.
You can hear, but not see, Lu as she moves west.
As the light appears in the tomb, everyone hears the unmistakable sound of a blade being drawn. "Halt, grave robbers, in the name of the Dawnflower!" shouts a woman's voice, confident with authority. "Surrender now, and I will allow you to live to see trial!"
Sorted initiative order: Shechera, Colt, Taliesin, Pan, Lu, Amenhotep, Sarenite.
The approaching cleric stares into the downpour, startled, trying to localize the two voices she heard but cannot see.
"A conspiracy, is it?" the cleric replies, her voice rising but somewhat shaky. "If your motives are so honorable, present yourselves, instead of hiding In the shadows!" Her left hand moves up to her holy symbol, and the right hefts the mace.
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'You said yourself, if we do not surrender to you, you'd kill us all." Lu says, reaching for her bow. She knocks an arrow but does not draw back the bow.
Yet.
"We didn't surrender to two flesh-eating monstrosities earlier today, and that's 'cause we're just not surrendering sorts of folks. Now, how might we best conduct our discussion, without threats nor posturing?"
As Lu reaches for her bow, the cleric grasps her holy symbol. "Angerel p'tath!" A faint blue light glows over her for a moment before disappearing.
Shechera, Colt, Taliesin, Pan, Lu, Amenhotep, Sarenite.
Shechera moves into view of the cleric, trying to defuse the situation.
Colt remains on watch, his pistol drawn.
Taliesin steps into view as well.
Lu reaches for her bow and knocks an arrow, calling for the Sarentie to stand down.
Amenhotep begins to search the tomb, but finds nothing of interest. The statues do not appear to have any secret compartments, leaving only the sarcophagus as a place of concealment.
The Sarenite stares at Lu, her eyes smoldering. "It takes me about five seconds to cast a spell of protection upon myself. You have that long to surrender." She squeezes the holy symbol tightly and nearly screams the verbal components of her spell:"Korath en feledeh!"
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Lu, lower your weapon. We are visitors to this sacred place there is no need for violence or rash actions. Shechera says as she motions to Lu to lower her bow.
Looking back to the cleric she looks the woman in the eye and speak in a calm soothing tone. Peace Friend. Please, let us all take a deep breath and calm down. All of us are just trying to do our jobs. My friends and I are here to solve a mystery and you are here to protect these crypts from desecration. There is no reason we can not both accomplish our tasks and part as friends.
The Sarenite glares at Lu. "So you say... yet you choose to come here, in perfect grave-robbing conditions, hoping that the caretakers of this place would be inside huddling around their fire!" Spittle begins to fly as the cleric works herself into even more of a rage.
The Sarenite grasps her holy symbol again, and begins casting another spell.
Shechera implores the Sarenite to talk, and Taliesin attempts to distract the cleric with her bardic performance, but the woman's anger is too deep.
Lu sees the spell being cast and calls out, "Ah, no ya don't," and fires an arrow at the cleric, striking her in the shoulder.
The Sarenite stumbles in the middle of her spell, and the semi-material scimitar that was forming above her head fizzles and disappears. "How DARE you!" she shrieks, spittle flying. "I will have you hung from the walls for this!"
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It certainly seems like it. You guys found what we came here for? Great. I suggest you high tail it out of the cemetery. Hopefully we can confuse the watch and throw them off our trail.
Colt draws his pistol and steps out of the crypt. He moves quickly around the back side of the adjacent crypt, and moves into position on the south side.
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Lu draws another arrow. "Sa fez fealizze nez ver, tui sortui quo fez safezze quo nez s'mmuis édand à l'afance tui ded, drès pien. Fenezze m'ndrui. Mais si fez felizze luis uinjeux, tui s'rtui quo l'on ted duer l'autruaw, jui seos heu'o dui cuila aussaw. Quo bers'nne nui tawd quo jui seos ruisté imm'pile uit laiffuir quolqu'un a mif ma dêdui fer en bic. "
As a move action, Lu uses her Mystery to gain Precise Shot, and spends a panache point to hit touch AC.
If she's still up, still angry, and still casting spells:
Round 2 (sort of) - complete
Shechera implores the Sarenite to talk , and Taliesin attempts to distract the cleric with her bardic performance, but the woman's anger is too deep.
Lu sees the spell being cast and calls out, "Ah, no ya don't," and fires an arrow at the cleric, striking her in the shoulder.
The Sarenite stumbles in the middle of her spell, and the semi-material scimitar that was forming above her head fizzles and disappears. "How DARE you!" she shrieks, spittle flying. "I will have you hung from the walls for this!"
Shechera leaps into the fray, cracking the Sarenite on the head with her sword hilt. The woman reels, but stays standing and angry.
Pan and Amenhotep do their thing in the tomb, and Colt remains on watch .
Round 3 (partial)
Lu sees the woman still up and threatening, and so fires her arrow, striking the Sarenite in the side.
The Sarenite staggers back away from you and grasps her holy symbol, casting another spell to heal some of her wounds. Absolutely nothing happens. She looks around in shock, and fumbles for her holy symbol again, but the cord breaks and it tumbles from her neck into the mud at her feet. Realization dawns on her face as the rain increases again, and she sinks to her knees, sobbing.
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Taliesin moves over to the woman and kindly puts a hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay,"[b/] she says quietly. [b]"Sarenrae will forgive you, too. I'm not a cleric, but I do know she is very forgiving."
Turning to the others, she says "Let hurry and find whatever information we are looking for. Do not do anything to desecrate this place!"
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Sorry about the knock on the head. Shechera says reassuringly as she helps the woman up. What's you name? I'm Shechera. We all have times when we loose faith, times when life knocks us on our a$$ and we don't know how we're going to get by. Luckily, it gets better. No matter what happens you can always pick yourself back up and try again.
The former priestess looks up in surprise at your kind words. "I am Onyeka, Servant of th..." she trails off, ashamed. "I think perhaps this was a test, and I have failed it." She slowly stands, leaving her mace and broken holy symbol on the ground.
Pan, Colt and Amenhotep, are you doing anything else in the tomb at this point?