"Nope cant make head or tail of any of it."
"Sadly, I cannot." Ayish replies quietly.
As the others look at the writing Vrealk seems to look at the wall. He points out that the "wall" looks like it moves somehow. He is not sure how as he sees no mechanical switch or anything of the like.
As the group moves closer and looks carefully at the writing, Ayish leans forwards,
"Hmmm...this symbol resembles..." She talks quietly to herself as her finger reaches out and traces some of the glyphs upon the walls.
Not being able to understand any of the writing Celena shrugs and heads into the next room.
"Sooooooooooo . . . " Markhet says trying to slay the uncomfortable silence, "what do we do now this one wonders?"
"Place looks clear Head back out?" Celena looks over to N'Djamena waiting for his input.
N'Djamena, out of ideas, flourishes his holy symbol and says: "In the name of Nethys, I command you to open!" to the wall/door/whatever.
He shrugs when nothing happens. "If we stay overnight here, I can pray to Nethys for the ability to understand these words in the morning. They might give us a clue. What do you think?"
N'Djamena invokes Nethy's name but nothing seems to happen.
Ayish sighs, slightly unhappy at not being able to help the party understand the words. Still, as a dancer and entertainer she gave it a pretty good go.
As N'Djamenas' attempts at invoking his faith also fails to gain results, Ayish sighs again.
"Maybe we'll just have to come back with a battering-ram..." She suggests softly...
"All right, where to now then, Xerxzayas? I believe we have explored the whole building."
"Me thinks we should look very closely around here for way to open the door. Who knows what nasties could be behind?"
Vrealk will start searching diligently for a way to open it, taking 20.
Ayish does her best to help her Goblin freind,
Markhet takes out her collection of ribbons and strings and buttons and carefully looks them over while the others are searching. Perhaps this temple might have something to add to her collection . . . though that's seeming less and less likely.
Vrealk thinks the passageway should push inward, but it seems locked somehow, as solid as the rest of the wall. Maybe magic of some type or a lock on the other side of the passage way or a blockage maybe.
Market does find a few ribbons of varying color and some even embroidered. Once they belonged to now ruined books as book marks and dividers, now they lay in the shredded ruins of those very books
"Ooooo, pretty," she says as she selects a couple to add to her collection but discards the others for reasons only a gnome can fully understand. Larrs seems interested in some of the sting as Markhet examines it. Casually pawing at them as Markhet lays them out . . . until his master shoos him. The lion walks over to sulk near one of the corners of the room . . . until the dangling and dancing ribbons catch his eyes again and he begins to creep back to accost the collection again. Thankfully by this time Markhet has already made her selections and the lion paws the left overs.
"Larrs is so silly!" Markhet laughs as the lion pounces on the ribbons, looking for some movement.
Ayish notes the play and fun Marhket is having with Larrs.
She softly and quietly casts "Mage Hand" then uses the faint magic to tweak and wriggle the strings for both Larrs and Marhkets' enjoyment.
Markhet's eyes open wide as the ribbons start moving on their own but Larrs, oblivious to the magic, happily swats at the dancing string. MArkhet scans the room and quickly spies Ayish's smiling face.
"Whew," the gnome sighs, "Markhet was worried their for a moment. She thought there was some scary magic about. Larrs likes playing but Markhet is usually too small to play with him. He get's rough when he gets excited and quickly forgets that Markhet is not as big or strong as he is."
Seeing Markhet catching on to her playing with Larrs, Ayish smiles shyly and bows. Then sees the look Vrealk casts her way, remembers that she should be helping him and she blushes with embarrassment.
"Um, I do not think the door will give way to our efforts. If there is nothing left to explore, shall we call this a victory and head back or move on?" She asks in a quiet voice, though still using her mage hand to tug at strings.
Vrealk looks quite dejected that he cannot find a way to open the door. "Me thinks friend-Xerx is right. And maybe those words will help in opening the door. Friend-N'Djamena, you said you could have a spell to understand them, yes? Maybe we rest, and try again in the morning."
"We could try prying it open.......Uh as a last resort of course" Celena suggests adding in the last part due to the glare she is undoubtedly getting from one or two of the group.
"I'd be wary of trying to smash through the door; it may be warded. I suggest we spend the night and I'll be able to comprehend the language in the morning with the right prayer.
Xerxzayas, I'd be delighted to discuss the doctrine of the Grand Archmage, the Creator and Destroyer. Let me start at the beginning..."
He drones on for a while about the worship of Nethys, using the temple's engravings as visual aids.
N'Djamena will use his last couple of channel energy attempts and his spells for curing.
Ayish makes ready to 'camp down' with her companions. Selecting a space close to her brother and his faithful servant Mahmood.
"I would be happy to keep watch on the last, later shift?" She offers.
The group camps in the ruined record hall, finding ample material to make a fire as the temperature drops outside.Although the group does take shifts and keep watch the night passes with no trouble making itself aware to you.
N'Djamena prays to Nethys that the Osirian writing may reveal its secrets.
N'djamena no sooner casts the spell then Nethys eyes glow and the Plaque slowly begins to raise, revealing a craven beyond where a phosphorescent gray mist curls though the air.
"The faithful are meant to move in there, obviously. The inscriptions just discuss the positive and negative aspects of magic, so I'm not sure what the trigger was; praying, I suppose."
N'Djamena draws his morningstar and holds his holy symbol in his other hand.
Vrealk holds up his hand to the rest of the group, and indicates he will take the point. He creeps into the room, letting his darkvision adjust and peers around.
stealth
perception +1 vs. traps
edit: wow, these dice rollers have been pretty rough to me, lately
"Markhet thinks it was the spell that triggered the door," the gnome whispers to Larrs, "it would have opened sooner otherwise."
The lion doesn't comment.
Vrealk starts down the darkened tunnel, followed by N'djamerna and the others. Xerxzayas speaks an arcane word and light fills the tunnel giving the group a good look at what lays beyond. The winding corridor stretches ahead, clouded with phosphorescent gray mist. Statues stand rigidly along the meandering hallway, each clad in the trappings of a powerful mage or priest. Thick tendrils of pearlescent vapor hiss forth from their open mouths, weaving through the air like translucent alien vines before reluctantly dispersing. A susurrus of whispers can faintly be heard from the statues, the sounds of forgotten tongues trapped in time
Draconic and Osirian
power?”
N'djamena, Xerxzayas,Ayish and markhet
Xerxzayas[spoiler] You start to see forms in the mist, things that you know are not there, visions drift in the mist, arcane symbols and runes, summoning circles and formula dance in the air before you, could this have something to do with the power you feel?
Larrs seems to paw the ground in front of him letting out a roar as he claws at the stone floor.
Vrealk starts to sing and talk to himself as he stars into the misty darkness
Vrealk
Ayish
Your sitting elsewhere, the room is lavish, rugs of the greatest detail, tapestry of the finest silk adorn the walls. A great fat man in silks sits on a divan, slaves feeding him grapes. "The war is coming you know" he says as he eats the grapes, no not grapes, eyes. he is eating eyes "You will burn, your flesh will feed to many and your marrow will be sucked from your bones." As you watch the mans flesh rotten and his slaves become things of ghoulish nightmares. The leap for you and you scream in naked terror as the world becomes flames and death
Ayish screams with terror.
"Okay someone care to explain what is going on?" Celena asks hammer out looking for trouble.
"Larrs what is wrong?" Markhet cries, "you are seeing things, Markhet sees nothing."
All of a sudden, Vrealk lets out a series of shrill barks, and starts slapping his body with his hands, eventually dropping to the ground and rolling around. "Put out! Put out!" he yells.
N'Djamena holds up his holy symbol. "Great Nethys! What are you doing to us? Your faithful follower asks you to stop, if it is your will!"