Masters, I can go through the cold. If I'm fast enough, it may not hurt me that much.
Trib shakes his head, "No Namtar, if something attacks we may not be able to help." frowning at his friend, "And stop calling people masters."
Shrugging his shoulders, Tribim casts his jolt spell at the fungus.
Trib shakes his head, "No Namtar, if something attacks we may not be able to help." frowning at his friend, "And stop calling people masters."
Shrugging his shoulders, Tribim casts his jolt spell at the fungus.
[dice=attack]1d20+4 [dice=damage]1d3
The spell struck a small patch of the fungus, to no apparent effect.
Dommer literally just attacks sequentially the mold with violence, using his devastating infusion, trying to clear a path.
Dommer literally just attacks sequentially the mold with violence, using his devastating infusion, trying to clear a path.
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After giving the mold several blasts, Dommer realizes he'll be at it for some time. His strikes make a difference, but the mold is low to the ground and hard to scour away with the blunt instrument might of earth.
Tribim scratches his head as Dommer whacks at the mold. "You'd think 'air would be an easier way ta clean it, yeah."
Tribim scratches his head as Dommer whacks at the mold. "You'd think 'air would be an easier way ta clean it, yeah."
Namtar looks at his masters and nods. Then, he boldly walks through the brown mold towards the other end of the room. Masters, tell me what I should be lookign for on the other end
no, no, no, that is not a good idea! Tribim moves toward Namtar stopping well away from the frost moss, "No Namtar that's not...Blast Seeing his big friend walk on the brown mold into the room, Tribim sends his dancing lights into the room beyond. Calling out
The hero of Dalath boldly strides through the chilling mold, frost sprouting and rising up his legs. Even his great muscles betray a shiver.
He comes out the other side swaying on his feet, almost overcome by the cold but in a new chamber. The ceiling glowed with what seemed to be natural light, which nonetheless never reached past the archway blocked by the mold. It illuminated a series of worktables, vises, spinning wheels, and blocks of unfinished marble. A huge, unfinished statue of an imposing, bare-chested warrior wielding a staff-like rod dominated the north wall. The bearded figure was an Untheric noble, just like those on the reliefs and statues that Zummabu's company had seen elsewhere in the ruin, but clearly meant to be a different individual.
A short red pedestal against the south wall held what looked to be a jet black stone egg as tall as a man, marked with a gold glyph in the shape of a triangle with marks through each leg.
Namtar repeats all he sees to his masters.
'we need to be able to get him out of there in case he goes unconscious. While Namtar is explaining what he sees, Tribim drops his pack and pulls out his rope. Tying it to the end of his sap he waits until Namtar is done talking. He then calls out to Namtar, "Namtar stay back from the entry, I'm going to send the end of a rope to you to tie around your waist. That way when you come back, if you go unconscious we can drag you out. And stop calling us Masters!" Trib whirls the sap-rope weight around his head and releases it the general direction of Namtar.
That's another way of passing through the mold, I guess. - says Dommer - 'Aye just hope yar'all not planning to wrap a rope around my waist and send me to get the boyo again, and in the well back there.
Namtar grabs the rope and ties it around his waist. Yes, Master. It is tied tight. What should I do with the egg?
"Even Namtar will be unable to lift an egg of that size easily," murmured Amerkashu.
He called through, "Can you examine it? It might hold a clue to this place."
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That's another way of passing through the mold, I guess. - says Dommer - 'Aye just hope yar'all not planning to wrap a rope around my waist and send me to get the boyo again, and in the well back there.
That's another way of passing through the mold, I guess. - says Dommer - 'Aye just hope yar'all not planning to wrap a rope around my waist and send me to get the boyo again, and in the well back there.
a yellow and blue princess dress?That's another way of passing through the mold, I guess. - says Dommer - 'Aye just hope yar'all not planning to wrap a rope around my waist and send me to get the boyo again, and in the well back there.
a yellow and blue princess dress?That's another way of passing through the mold, I guess. - says Dommer - 'Aye just hope yar'all not planning to wrap a rope around my waist and send me to get the boyo again, and in the well back there.
Namtar examines the egg shaped thing closer. Masters, what should I be seeing?
Namtar examines the egg shaped thing closer. Masters, what should I be seeing?
[dice=perception]1d20+6
The egg appeared to only be a giant, egg-shaped rock with a gold marking on it. While casting about, Namtar also noticed that the statue's staff was scored so as to divide it into seven segments, each of growing length from the tip to the butt. He thought he could probably take the wood from the stony grip without much trouble.
Masters, the egg is carved in gold! And the statue has a staff in 7 parts, each piece gets biggger from top to bottom. It's made of wood. Masters, I think I can take it from the statue. Should I?
"I wouldn't mind having the chance to examine it, particularly if it seems easy to remove. Do there appear to be any other exits from the room?"
Alright, Master, I'm going to take out the wooden spear. do you want me to take the egg? Namtar reaches out to grab the staff but holds awaiting his masters' commands.
'Crud I can't help him at all.' Holding onto the rope, keeping it a little slack, Tribim calls back "Bring whatever you can, but be ready to run if the statue comes alive and stop calling us Master!"
Turning to his companions Tribim states the obvious, "Be ready to pull him out if he goes unconscious!"
Amarekashu nodded, huge muscles bunching in preparation to pull.
Namtar grips the staff and slides it free, then turns to the egg and does the same.
Namtar put his arms on the great egg, hoping to pull it easily from its pedestal and roll it back to the masters. His flesh no more touched the smooth rock than it sprouted two arms and one punched him hard in the face. The hero of Dalath fell to the ground, out cold. The rope tied about his waist and stretching back across the mold to the rest of Zummabu's company went suddenly slack as the sound of rock hitting flesh reached the company.
And he doesn't get a hint before it happens.
Inits!
Feeling the rope go slack, Tribim screams Hold on Namtar we'll get you out of there." He turns the other way, resting the rope on his shoulder and starts pulling the rope.
Regin tries to help, but he's left just trying to catch up on slack.
Since he was already holding the rope, Amarekashu heaved too.
"There was the sound of a large impact right before it went slack - I worry we may have more company." Rather than helping to pull the rope, the elf reaches into his spell component pouch and casts a spell. As far into the room as he can see past the mold, an image of Arundel appears, as if fading into view after losing invisibility. The image will reach into his own pouch, acting as if he is getting ready to cast another spell in the direction where Namtar had gone.
As little bull horns appear in the Dwarf's head, Dommer pulls with all the strength he can.
Gotta pull the boyo out, guys! And Arundel is probably right. Be on yar' toes!
Hearling Namtar fall, Amarekashu heaved on his tether.
"There was the sound of a large impact right before it went slack - I worry we may have more company," Arundel said.
As little bull horns appear in the Dwarf's head, Dommer pulls with all the strength he can. "Gotta pull the boyo out, guys! And Arundel is probably right. Be on yar' toes!"
Feeling the rope go slack, Tribim screams "No! Hold on Namtar we'll get you out of there." He turns the other way, resting the rope on his shoulder and starts pulling the rope.
Rather than helping to pull the rope, Arundel reaches into his spell component pouch and casts a spell. As far into the room as he can see past the mold, an image of the elf appears, as if fading into view after losing invisibility. The image will reach into his own pouch, acting as if he is getting ready to cast another spell in the direction where Namtar had gone. Just as it faded into view, Namtar's unconscious body came dragged along past it on the end of his rope. Frost gathered on the champion of Dalath as he passed over the mold.
The elemental surged forward, frost gathering on its stony hide as it came into view, swinging its arms through the false Arundel. It drew back, puzzled, then struck the illusory elf again.
And Earthy goes for that juicy, juicy elf.
It attacks the image, which prompts a save.
Seeing the elemental attack his image, the elf's eyes widen slightly. He says quietly to the group "Definitely company. Keep dragging Namtar out of there, I'll try to lure the creature to us once Namtar is safe."
Tribim keeps pulling on the rope.
With Namtar being hauled in, Amarekashu dropped the rope and moved to the entrance, preparing a spell to heal the fallen warrior.
Dommer just readied an action to attack if any enemies appeared while they were dragging Namtar. He switched back to his bear aspect.
With Namtar being hauled in, Amarekashu dropped the rope and moved to the entrance, preparing a spell to heal the fallen warrior. Dommer just readied an action to attack if any enemies appeared while they were dragging Namtar. He switched back to his bear aspect.
Tribim keeps pulling on the rope. Together with Regin, he drew Namtar free of danger. The moment he was safe, Amarekashu healed the champion of Dalath. His gifts weren't enough to rouse the warrior, but it was a near thing.
Seeing the elemental attack his image, the elf's eyes widen slightly. He says quietly to the group "Definitely company. Keep dragging Namtar out of there, I'll try to lure the creature to us once Namtar is safe." Arundel said, focused on keeping his illusion full of the semblance of life. Again the earth creature struck it, but this time the elemental pulled back and cast about and marked the others. It stepped through the stone wall as easily as a man might air. As soon it it emerged, Dommer struck. His earth-ram flew through the air and struck the wall just to the elemental's side.
Dommer's readied attack.
'Well Namtar is out, and appears to be safe.' Relieved that his friend is safe, Tribim looks at the creature, "What are you?" and steps back, casting jolt at it.
Amarekashu pressed his hand on Namtar, pouring the previously prepared spell into the fallen warrior. "No more needless risks," he muttered.
Dommer attacks the earth elemental once again with his devastating infusion. His hands move on the air, forming a hammer made of rock, and he pushes it against the outsider.
Amarekashu pressed his hand on Namtar, pouring the previously prepared spell into the fallen warrior. "No more needless risks," he muttered.
Amerkashu cast again.
Arundel will move closer to Namtar, and pull out a potion of cure light wounds out of his bag. Giving up on concentrating on his image, the image of Arundel fades from view.