The sound of horrible violence being done within the hall echoes around the pillars, as Omar spends a good ten minutes hacking at the suit of armor, reducing it to scrap metal.
When he's done, Omar finds a diamond within the suit's chest that's worth about 5,000 gp.
Taking out the diamond and showing it off "Time well spend that. "
Efficient work my friend. Reyondelee smiles at Omar's thorough destruction. That diamond is sure payment for not having to fight that thing had it animated. Now, let's take a look at what the others found. Reyondelee heads to the entrance of the altar room, stopping at the threshold to take in the scene.
Now that's worth jotting down and no lie. Rey says as she pulls out her parchment and quill to continue mapping the oddments and wonders of Ashala's tomb.
I wonder if the paintings have anything to do with the elemental planes? She stands, staring, tapping her quill pen against her cheek and thinking.
T'wich stands guards as the others wreck destruction on the armor. When that is done he will look under the carpet and exam in the rug closely.
T'wich walks around the edges (not on the rug), and he will get on his knees. Eventually lifting up the edges to look under it.
As the everyone fans out to examine the contents of the room, taking closer looks at the candles, the contents on the altar, and peering at the murals, T'wich stares intently at the rug.
Fascinating.
You reach out and lift the edge of the rug to peer beneath it.
And disappear.
Suddenly the rest of the party notices that T'wich is gone. Just vanished, without a sound.
[This is the first round of your holding your breath.]
"Well, how in the heck do we get him out of it?". Dragox lets the spellcasters have a round to try fancy magicks before he starts hacking the rug to pieces
Twich, what did I say earlier about the rug Sargon says as he makes his way over.
Oh Rey, could you come over here, we have a problem
By a glabrezu's tainted balls! Reyondelee looks at her friend now trapped in the embroidery of a magical rug. She then casts identify on the rug.
Perhaps if we can figure out what magic holds the rug together, we can undo it?
A horror runs across his face as he is sucked into the rug.
Can he see out of the rug, does he see his comrades? How high up does it look to the heavens.
He searches his memory for any lore he may have heard about a trap like this, or a demeiplane that he could be in. Finally, he contemplates his survival.
Reyondelee focuses and is almost immediately repulsed by the sheer power of the necromantic energies that radiate from the rug. It's clear that T'wich is doomed to a watery death and permanent entrapment in the rug soon if he isn't rescued.
Even as she starts figuring out how best to pull him from his ruggish doom, T'wish himself suddenly is spat out by the rug, to fall to the ground, dry and hale due to the protective magics cast on him.
Sargon bends down examining the dwarf concern in his voice he says. Twich, are you alright? Got all your fingers and toes Sargon says giving him the once over. We saw you in the rug, were you in that ocean depicted on the rug?
Coughing as he lands face down, his meticulous clothes drenched, he spits out more water. "Desna must've pulled me out, but don't ye go touchin' that rug, or look at it too closely. Plumb sucked me right on it. Glad I had yer air mask on." He looks appreciatively at Sargon. He wiggles his fingers and toes, then counts them. "Yep...10 fing'rs and 12 toes." He grins.
"Found the watery doom."
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"Dwarf must taste like chick'n, and the rug's partial to fish."
"I say we chop that rug into a million pieces. I don't see any way we could get that rug out safely, and who in the world would like to buy it anyway?"
"Sargon," he continues, "Gauthier what would happ'n if we chopped it up? There were others in there...I think they were dead. Would th't release 'em."
Dancing on the first great sign. Calls lying blades for cuts unkind. The dancer finds another room and suffers here a watery doom.
"Found the watery doom."
That you did Twich...At least we shouldn't encounter the "lying blades" in here according to the riddle.
"I say we chop that rug into a million pieces. I don't see any way we could get that rug out safely, and who in the world would like to buy it anyway?"
Sargon leans in close to Dragox I don't think we need to chop it up. Just don't tell Omar I said that
Sargon smiles after his last comment.
I suppose we should check the altar. Please be careful you two
Sargon says indicating Omar and twich
Reyondelee all but jumps on T'wich as he pops out of the rug and onto the floor, squishing his muscular frame in a no-holds-barred embrace. You son of a b!tch! She screams and slaps his face, and then immediately kisses the red mark where she slapped him. Don't you ever do that again! I thought we'd lost you. She stands him up and embraces him again, pressing his dwarven head right into the pocket between her breasts, for all onlookers it appears as though she might be trying to smother him.
Omar discovers and disarms a poison needle trap on the small box, followed by a magical flame trap.
Opening the box reveals a red silk pillow, upon which rests a tiny coiled snake with green and blue bands.
It stirs on its pillow, coils interlacing, and speaks in a very quiet voice, a hissed whisper so soft that it's almost impossible to hear standing away from it.
That must be a pretty damned important snake to have locked it up so... I wonder though? What's kept it alive for all these years? I mean, what's it been feeding on?
Sargon makes his way up to the altar. Great job Omar, there must be something pretty important to have two traps on the box, I wonder wha...
Sargon stops midsentence and gathers himself
I certainly was not expecting a snake and a talking one at that
Великорусский язык, Velikorusskiy yazyk
Sargon will not get too close to the miniature serpent.
I've heard about colors on snakes indicating if they are poisonious or not, anyone have a clue about this one
Omar has never seen the snake's like before.
Again it whispers, seemingly in response to Sargon's question, it's bright blue tongue flickering in and out of its tiny mouth.
Sargon casts Prestidigitation attempting to make a small bullhorn. He then casts Mage Hand to hold it next to the snakes mouth in the hope of amplifying it's voice enough to be heard.
Sargon tries again to hear what the snake is saying.
...Sargon uses his palm to pat his ears
Musta got some of that water in my ears
The dwarf wiggles a finger in his ear to get the water out. He scrunches his face. "I got nothin'"
Dragox Perception
"That little snake doesn't look like her could hurt anything. Want me to pick him up and put him up to my ear? I'm sure nothing bad would happen." He waits to make sure there were no objections before going ahead with his plan.
Dragox, don't you dare put your ear next to that thing! Reyondelee yells at him as if he were a small infant about to touch a hot cauldron. That's exactly the sort of thing some perverted mud sorcerer would want you to do. I know... I've slept with one. She says with an impish grin as she walks by Sargon and pinches his rear end. I'm guessing if we give Omar enough time, and enough silence from the rest of us, he'll be able to hear what it's saying. Whether or not he'll understand it is a different story, but I have scrolls that can help with that.
You can't take 20 on this roll or roll more than once.
The paladin smiles at the concerned bard, casts Death Ward on himself and bends down to be tiny serpent, putting his ear up next to it.
"See no harm done. This little fella is Is'ahala. He says if we ask him three questions he will answer all three truthfully. Any of you scholars have any questions for my buddy?"