"The gods grant their gifts in mysterious ways," N'Djamena adds airily. "You certainly have other talents that make up for it."
Ayish kneels down and gives a quick hug to Vrealk,
"See, N'Djamena appreciates your skills!" She smiles, standing and straightening her silks. Seemingly absently she reaches out and squeezes the Gnomes shoulder as well. ;)
N'Djamena goes through the door, holding his holy symbol prominently forth.
N'Djamena pushes though the doorway, holy symbol held high into the room beyond.Three spacious tubs dominate the room, with large terracotta
braziers placed between them. Narrow vents lead into the ceiling above each brazier, evidently the source of the sand and grit covering the floor.
Markhet
Celena being the slowest brings up the rear of the group.
"Is that a mouse?" Markhet asks, "this one thinks she saw something move over there," Markhet says pointing at one of the braziers, "if it's a mouse Larrs would gladly eat it."
Larrs' ears pop up at the mention of a mouse, but the lion is still slightly baffled by the illusion.
"Another Illusion maybe?" Celena suggests
His dagger held out, Vrealk quickly looks about in the direction Markhet indicates she saw the mouse.
perception +1 vs traps
"If you are one of Nethys's guardians, come forward and show yourself," N'Djamena proclaims in a calm voice.
At the mention of the word 'Mouse' Ayishs' face twists into a look of disgust.
"Mouse? Perhaps you mean rat?" she whispers, drawing closer to her brother for support. Lifting her feet into mincing steps as she does so.
Vrealk sees the creatures right before they attack, Small no bigger then a Gnome but thinner. Grey with spiny almost boneless looking limbs the things lung at you
In a mass the things run toward you imposable fast it seems leaping at Vrealk and N'Djamena with boneless limbs latching onto and climbing over them like ants on a dieing bird
Init
Things : 23[went]
Vrealk=13
Ayishida+=11
Larrs=11
Markhet=10
Xerzayas=10
Mamood=8
Celena8
N'djamena=8
Celena charges the nearest one
Attack
Damage
Seeing some gray things attacking, Ayish squeals.
"Eeek! Rats!"
And proceeds to prepare a spell for this round round.
On the 'closest' gray thing.
Well, if it's grappled me, that means it loses its dex bonus, eh?
Vrealk lashes out at the thing with his dagger ...
attack
damage
"Aargh! Help me friends, help me Nethys!" N'Djamena screams in pain as he feels life fleeing his body.
He channels some healing energy, afraid that the grappling creatures may disrupt his spellcasting.
, exclude up to 2 injured enemies
Know: religion
Attack/ Damage
Init
Things : 23[went]
Vrealk=13
Ayishida+=11
Larrs=11
Markhet=10
Xerzayas=10
Mamood=8
Celena8
N'djamena=8
Vrealk slashes at his attacker but the thing is to close choking him and he is unable to land the blow. Ayish unleashes an arcane bolt into Vrealks attacker as Xerxzayas lands a solid blow on the same attacker. Mamood steps into the room to clear the entry way as he slashes one of N'Djamena's attackers. Larrs rushes forward to slash the same attacker. Celena charges forward nearly knocking xerzayas's down as she smashes in the head of Vrealk's attacker. N'Djamena's words are jumbled as the thing chokes him but still the power of his god pours out of him healing a small bit
The things press on attacking N'djamena drops to the floor as his attacker keeps choking him while the 2nd jumps at Mamoond strangling the Eidolon who vanishes in a poof of smoke as the thing strangles the life from him. The creature looks confused once it's prey vanishes.
Seeing N'Djamena fall Ayish cries, "No!" and leaps forwards to cast a healing spell upon the valiant cleric.
Celena charges the next choker (probably the one on N'Djamena,)
(+6 if she cant charge)
Damage
Vrealk continues his attack, targeting the closest to him. (I'm not grappled anymore, correct?)
attack
damage
Waking up from unconsciousness, N'Djamena gags incoherently as he channels more healing energy.
Ayish tries to remove the thing around N'Djamenas' neck.
All the while trying to say comforting words of reassurance to the Cleric.
Larrs goes full round on this this thing:
Attack:
Damage:
"Gets him Larrs!" Markhet hollers, "save our priest!"
Critical confirmation:
Xerxzayas uses his on life force to keep Mamood up as Ayish rushes forward to heal the downed N'Djamena. The last of the two things go down by claw and weapon as N'Djamena stands and calls upon the healing power of his god as a wave washes over the group
N'Djamena groans and rubs his sore throat.
"Thank you, my friends. You saved my life, and I will never forget it. Trust me when I say that these abominations are NOT servants of Nethys!"
He totters to his feet and looks around for the creatures' nest, holding his holy symbol up high.
"Larrs has saved the priest again," Markhet says beaming, "Markhet wonders if Larrs is starting to like the priest?"
Larrs spits out monster bits with a *Pahpf* whilst looking completely indifferent.
"Maybe not," the gnome says rubbing Markhet's head, "Markhet will remind the priest that thanks may be expressed through meat."
Celena goes about franticly cleaning her hammer with a bit of cloth deciding it is probably best not a good idea to start an argument of faiths
Ayish nods and smiles, glad that N'Djamena seems to have recovered from the worst of the nasty rat creatures attacks.
She too moves closer to attempt to scratch Larrs, though winces and shrinks back when a small amount of masticated thing is plopped at her bare feet.
"Um...Celena? I have a simple spell that may help you with your cleaning?" She offers quietly.
Vrealk pokes at the dead things with his dagger, both to get a better look and make sure they're really dead and not 'playing opossum'.
"Anybody know what these are? Me not sure me ever has seen anything like them before."
He'll then take a look around the room. perception +1 for traps
"when we have cleared this holy place, i would like to learn more of your faith, d'jamena. it might be good for me to claim a patron god and the god of magics might suit me well."
Markhet raises an eyebrow. What was wrong with the green faith she wonders.
Vrealk
Vrealk retrieves the jewelry and coins, and spreads them on the ground in front of everyone. (look at spoiler)
"Me found these!" he says proudly. "Friend-N'Djamena, can you check for magic?
N'Djamena uses his Endure Elements prayer to heal himself.
And he channels energy again (twice) to heal himself and his comrades.
Then he examines the objects that Vrealk found with Detect Magic.
"Vrealk, they are perhaps valuable, but they are not magic. And Xerxzayas, it would be my honour to discuss the tenets of Nethys with you. Nethys welcomes all who are interested in magic to his worship."
N'Djamena -- cautiously! -- moves towards the archway.
Reeking of dust, this ransacked room appears to have been some sort of scriptorium. Slate-topped tables and cedar-wood stools lie overturned and broken amid the cracked remains of scroll cases and rolls. Three wings lead to the east. In them, decrepit scroll racks of dry-rotted cedar lean haphazardly against the walls, their contents dumped out. Flecks of papyrus carpet the floor, a library of ancient lore laid to waste. A massive basalt plaque dominates the southern wall of the chamber, surrounded by images of the god-king Nethys on the deck of a river barque. Osiriani inscriptions sprawl across the plaque.
Osiriani
Ayish sighs sadly at the rooms lost contents. As a Bard, weaving many tales together to make something new is something she enjoys the most. To see others works laid to waste brings a sadness to her heart.
"Does anyone speak this language? It's obviously some kind of inscription to Nethys."
N'Djamena searches through the detritus to see if there's anything of interest.
Perception:
"Markhet doesn't recognize thoes words," the tiny gnome says, "and neither does Larrs."