Still reading. No time nor energy for creative writing atm, will try and post in character soon. Sorry
"Fire, Ice, and Lightning? All at the same time. That sounds like someting I'd like to see, though I must admit it also sounds rather uncomfortable if you're subjected to all three at once, unless the fire and ice cancel out, though I'd expect that to lead to lots of steam, which would mean we wouldn't be able to see very far though I imagine that would also apply to any enemies and means that perhaps we could sneak around them a bit. Or not." Guldarin pauses a moment. "I suppose a ritual or two could protect us from the mundane effects, though magical ones would be another matter."
Cronin is glad to bolster defenses agains the elements, even though that is something he often overlooks himself.
Don squints his eye, crouching down low as he looks over the room beyond. The elemental damage did not look promising, especially with all that acid he took earlier. The bandit rubs his chin in thought as he tries to gauge how to get past such nuisances. This isn't his first tomb raid, fortunately.
Thievery
Don sneaks his head around the door and tries to assess the situation. The room beyond seems large and the most obvious adornment is a dragon statue which largely blocks his view of anything else.
With obvious disdain, Don informs the group "Gee, there's a dragon statue, and sign of fire everywhere. Wonder what that's all about." Sarcasm ahoy.
He looks towards the more sight oriented party members, then jerks a thumb towards the room. "Give it the once over, and I'll go in first, I guess..."
"I think it's possible the statue is going to breathe fire on us, Don, though of course I can't be sure until we actual go in there and try it which is something I'm not entirely eager to do since I don't really like being on fire though of course if it turns out to be necessary I am willing to endure suffering or at least a reasonable amount of it to complete any tasks that are required of me by the divine beings that guide my life when I'm smart enough to understand what they're saying to me." Guldarin beams at Don. "I wish I could stay here and copy all of this. It looks fascinating."
Don regards Guldarin for a moment.
"What?"
"I said I think it's possible the statues is going to breathe fire on us, Don." Guldarin looks embarrassed."I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were slightly deaf, I'll try to speak up in the future unless we're in some sort of situation where being quiet is advantageous when I'll try being quiet and tiptoeing around ever so quietly like a little mouse."
Cronin takes the time to boost the party's durability.
Don prowls into the room cautiously.
Don's tentative explorations reveal that the large central dragon is set on a turntable of some kind.
Don considers the room with expert authority, . With a cough, he points to the dragons, "Mkay, so these guys prolly do some spinning about, all fire or ice or such. If there's nothin else rootin about in here, then we prolly gotta get em pointed a certain spot. These guys always like hiding answers on their doors or walls er religion. Makes em feel smart I guess."
He uneasily readies himself to go forward, then hesitatesBein that I'm, erm...not as two-eyed as I used to be, I'd rather let someone with a pair of peepers give this place the once over before I get set on fire or somethin...so there you have it."
Monocular though he is, Don does note that the red and blue dragons are not on revolving plinths.
Don hugs the corner, going around to O5. He'll peruse the back wall, assuming the rotating dragon is Bad News Area 2 for now.
Cronin takes Don's invitation and steps into the room to see what can be seen.
"My word, those are nice statues, and I'm not at all suspicious that something bad is going to result from going near them, which is sarcasm by the way, that's sarcasm, Don, sorry I should remember to speak up." Guldarin pokes his head into the room and peers around happily.
As the companions step inside, Cronin and Guldarin both hear a faint hiss coming from the plinth supporting the white dragon statue - as though, for example, something has activated.
Inish
"I wonder if they'll walk towards us or just turn in place. My word, this place is full of interesting things."
Greeg suddenly realised his friends had moved into the room. He had been busily picking at a particularly stubborn piece of trail bread that had lodged in his teeth and hadn't been paying much attention for a change. With a sigh at how easily his stomach caused him to lose track of things, the big Goliath followed his friends into the room, readying himself for whatever challenge came their way.
just posting to let folk know im still here.