Olsson follows through last, hoping for good news on the other side.
"Trying to cheap shot me huh?!" Thetsu snarls and blots his mind out with fury.
He runs and dropkicks the closest foe using his staff as purchase and follows it up with numerous sweeping kicks.
Thetsu destroys the tiger in between him and the sorcerer.
Olsson focuses for a moment before thrusting his hands forward and sending forth a frigid beam of cold and ice to engulf his foes.
The Bomb splashes harmlessly against the creature. It seems it prepared for Dorla's firebombs.
But not for Olsson's wave of ice!
The skeleton is obliterated,and the undead sorcerer is slammed by cold it is clearly not equipped to handle.
The zombies and remaining skeleton shuffle around to form a small wall around the sorcerer, while it casts another spell.
Olsson feels a malevolent will attempt to override his own.
Dorla obliterates all three!
Olsson sends forth another blast of frost and freezing air, and this time his eyes glow a bright silver as a single clear note rings out above the din of battle!
Thetsu kicks off the broken remains of the last creature he destroyed and leaps forward to strike the Maharajah.
Thetsu spins and glows briefly before striking with incredible speed-
-Before ending with two side kicks.
Thetsu pounds the creature into mush.
Olsson searches the mush.
"Well done, lad! Ye turned 'im inta' paste!"
There are no easily portable treasures in the immediate area ( lots of nice paintings and a chandelier), but the creature itself has a valuable amulet (which glows faintly with magic) and a robe (likewise).
Thetsu flexes and pulls the creature's arms off...just in case!
"Some undead heal their wounds." He mumbles, a little afraid his friends will judge him.
The mush is now 'armless mush.
Olsson looks at the paintings after fishing the valuables out of the undead goo and handing them to Dorla.
The robe is a Mnemonic Vestment, an item Dorla has heard stories of. Incredibly useful for an ancient caster, but entirely worthless to anyone in the modern age.
The amulet is a modified Amulet of Spell Cunning that grants a Sorcerer an extra 3 levels of spells to cast per day, likewise useless to you.
Thetsu pokes Olsson.
"Wanna take em out of the frames, roll em up and take em with us?"
"Well, now; 'at's a fine idea at that, meh boy! Ah'll 'elp ye."
Olsson examines the paintings in detail, going over them and their depictions one at a time, methodically. He sincerely attempts to appreciate Art.
Splinter leaps into thin air from Olsson's mithral breastplate and ornately embroidered cloak and dives. He stops as if rolling and landing from a fall a few inches above the ground, then quickly runs up and around Olsson in rising circles as if he were on a spiral staircase with the dwarf at the center.
Olsson hands Splinter the jagged but exquisitely sharp purple crystal dagger he keeps on his belt, and the tiny replica soars up and back down to gesture the dagger to Thetsu.
<I assume that you might be well-suited for this, my friend? At least, more than either of us>
Thetsu sets about taking down paintings, cutting along the frames along the back and slowly, yet methodically sliding the painting out before rolling them up.
There are six (quite large) paintings around the hall. Each seems to tell part of a story of a young lordling corrupted by black magic into feeding on the innocent, then being driven out by the townsfolk. The slightly newer paintings depict how he found his way to a ziggurat in the middle of nowhere and found himself trapped for all eternity, unable to even die in his captivity due to the aforementioned black magic keeping him alive.
Thetsu nods at the paintings.
"Yep! Just like a story."
"Hey, I bet if we remove the frames, we could take the paintings rolled like scrolls. There's always someone willing to spend too much money on old art."
"Hey, I bet if we remove the frames, we could take the paintings rolled like scrolls. There's always someone willing to spend too much money on old art."
Thetsu sets about taking down paintings, cutting along the frames along the back and slowly, yet methodically sliding the painting out before rolling them up.
Thetsu looks at Don and makes a gesture of "What do you think I'm doing right now with this knife Olsson gave me?"
Olsson mirrors Dorla's sad countenance as he tries to mentally relay the story depicted to himself. He comes away with a profound feeling of loss and sadness.
He's done. Where go.
Thetsu wipes his forehead and stands up.
"Okay! Lets nab everything else in this mansion too!" If it's shiny, Thetsu will nab it.
Olsson nods and grins at Thetsu, and a tiny pair of hands grabs his brestplate from within and climbs out awkwardly. Splinter walks vertically down the front of the silvery metal armor and when he gets to the ground, floats lazily to sit on Olsson's pack.
"Oh, aye! There's sure to be somethin' interestin' lyin' about somewhere."
It's a large house, but seems surprisingly bare. There's some nice furniture, and some other pretty (though less significant) paintings, but everything in here is handmade.
You find no other magic items, or gold or anything.
"Let's search the place..."
It's a large house, but seems surprisingly bare. There's some nice furniture, and some other pretty (though less significant) paintings, but everything in here is handmade.
You find no other magic items, or gold or anything.
Olsson looks around the sparsely furnished room, then, seeing nothing, he starts walking towards the entrance.
Thetsu looks for a way out...maybe the front door?