Shrugging, Spitter spits on one of the sarcophagi and waves everyone over.
"We can move on from here pink-skins. Should we search the stone tombs?"
"Normally I'd say no. But Bassey did say that the Hero and her knights were buried with their powerful weapons and armor. So in this case, Yes. But caution is advised. There could well be more undead."
Renliat stays further back than the others, watching the fire creatures very closely. "Fine, but search quickly."
The group checks the coffins as the elementals watch on impassively. Within a re the remains of ancient Taldan knights. Most of the gear is badly degraded and corroded, however one wears a ring that attracts Renliat's attention thanks to his ever-present magical detection magic. Another of the knights was buried with a magical light steel shield.
Renliat's eyes drift away from the elementals for a moment. "That ring, and that shield. They're magical, take those. Everything else seems useless."
Leng keeps his chain looped over his shoulder and stays quiet while the kobold handles the negotiations.
Spitter points at the dwarf then at the shield.
"That thing's almost as big as I am. I'll grab the ring."
Once removed from the sarcophagi Spitter glances as the fire elementals and then tosses the ring to Renliat once glancing at it.
"I never learned much on understanding the magic of things. Is it useful, or one of those...'helps with indigestion kinda' items leaf-eater?"
Moving forward Wilfired gives the fire elementals a quick look before picking up the shield. Holding it at arms length he studies it for a moment. Noting it's fine craftsmanship.
Renliat manages a pale attempt at a smile, eyes still locked on the fire elementals. It's becoming quickly apparent how unsettled he is by them. "Uhh, don't know. Let's get somewhere safe and I can take a look at it." Normally Renliat follows the others, letting them take the lead and decide their path and their pace, but as soon as the magic items are collected he exits the room.
Frowning slightly, Spitter shrugs and follows the elf, his small staff tapping on the floor lightly.
"Pink-skins."
Ren walks down the stairs to enter an oval shaped chamber. The eastern side has an altar, the front side of which is carved to resemble a winged eye. A chalice and small leather-bound book sit atop it.
A pair of closed doors stand to the north.
Looking at the small alter, Spitter steps away a bit frowning.
"You pink-skins do some creepy things to your tombs. Could the book be valuable?"
"It's an altar to Aroden. The book? Maybe to a historian."
"Your Pink-Skin god that perished?"
Shrugging, Spitter grabs the formerly holy book and puts it in his pack.
"That's the one" Pavo said as he moved towards the northern doors. He stopped short remembering the traps they had already encountered and began to give the doors a look over.
Pavo finds no evidence that the door is trapped.
"Ah, the ring allows one to steal strength from their enemies with their unarmed attacks. Leng I believe you should have this."
"This will protect you from acid, as well at the regular stuff. I'm not a shield man. Pavo you interested?"
Wilfired says holding the shield up
Frowning at the universe's hatred of his size and physical abilities, Spitter spits violently into the corner. He ends up sounding nastier than he means to be...
"Sounds like a ring for Leng or even Pavo then. They are our resident thuggish types. Yes? Let's keep moving please. Real treasure must be here somewhere...although that shield will be very useful if our true enemy is a black or green dragon."
"Pavo's usually mixing it up at close range," says Leng. "My chain affords me a little room."
"Eh. If I'm punching things then we probably got bigger problems."
"Ready yourselves. I'm opening these doors."
"Right behind you big guy. Wilfried says as he readies his weapon.
"No, if I'm punching things we have bigger problems." Renliat says with a faint smile. He nods, ready to move on.
Pavo opens the doors to reveal a great, domed chamber which has a coppery metallic sheen, save for three mosaics of blue dragons made of polished blue glass. Chiseled into the north wall is an inscription, and the air smells slightly of ozone. The message on the north wall reads, "Baesterogh, Alamitatus, and Vernegash-each dragon slain by Lady Tula ofBelhaim and the Slayers ofNazilli, Battle of Blue Note Hill, 3668 AR." There is a door on the West Wall with an impressive looking lock built into it.
Renliat scans the room for any magic. "Check for traps, this place just oozes something set up to kill us."
"What a battle that must have been." Says the Dwarf as he looks around the room."Now that's the spirit Elf. I sure hope something tries
"HAH! Good one Ren!"
Smiling broadly, his blue scales gleaming in the dim light, Spitter waves his arms out wide taking it all in. His admiration of the mosaic very apparent.
"Now this Pink-Skins...this is WELL done."
There is a light thrumming from the floor and a high-pitched whine that raises in tone before suddenly cutting off. Small blue sparks of electricity dance across the blue dragons in the floor and arc around the room and heroes.
Leng manages to stagger away from the worst of the blast, but his blond hair stands up regardless and he exhales a puff of smoke.
Knowing with all the metal he is wearing there is little chance to avoid the sweeping arch. Wilfried gits his teeth as the charge ripples through him.
"Well! That'll wake you up in the morning."
Renliat is caught completely off guard, jumping a foot into the air at the sudden shock. "Ahhhhh! Bah, from the blue dragons! It may recharge!" Renliat swiftly leaves the room, then turns around to scan for magic.
"AHHH, damnit that stings. What in the hells was that?"
Sighing, Spitter winces and shrugs.
"Another Trap. Like my mother's touch. Fun but painful."
"Is that likely to happen again? I don't see anything besides that door over there. Spitter, you still got that key? Wanna give it a try?"
Shrugging, then moving steadily and unhurriedly, he checks the door and the key if it is needed.
The key would for sure for the lock and the group burst through the door moments before hearing the whine and seeing an electrical discharge sweep the floor again. Beyond the doors lies a small circular chamber with painted statues of four human archers, bows drawn, occupy the western curve of this circular chamber. The two archers to the north aim toward the northeast, and the two archers to the south aim southeast. An inscription decorates each statue's base reading, "May your arrows strike center and true."
Spitter scratches his head at the scratches in the floor and gets an idea.
"Okay...you pink-skins make everything so weird...but I think I get it this time. Everyone back up."
Wilfried scans the room but seems perplexed.
"Okay little dragon. I'll take your word for it."
"One of these are stuck. Stone-eater? Lend me your aid please?"
"Well,you're a powerful little dragon."
Wilfried moves to the statue.
"You're right, this one is stuck."
The Dwarf steps back, rubs his hands together and grabs the statue again.
There is a crunch then a grinding sound as Wilfried moves the statue to point at the center of the room.
Renliat watches the others work on the secret path, scanning the new room for magic.
The statues are moved, though one stubbornly resists a few attempts, to face the room's center. A click echoes through the chamber before the stones in the middle of the room grind and descend slowly. They stop in a configuration like a spiral staircase leading yet further downward.
Winking at the others, Spitter proceeds the others down the stair triumphantly.