Sargon blasts the black portcullis
Rey moves to the back of the room, mentally dispelling her previously cast Greater Invisibility so that her comrades can see her. If we can't find some other way to bypass this wall, I'll just teleport us right through it with a Dimension Door, she says, but for that to work, you'll all need to be touching me when I cast it. Yes, this is me saying I want you all to touch me, but only if we can find no other means to stop this trap from crushing us.
Not that I don't like the affection, but I just remembered. Teleportation spells don't work in the tomb. Damn! We're not dimension dooring our way out of this one! Sargon, you got any ideas?
Omar the wall continues to grind closer as you were not able to disable it's advance.
Rey quickly thinks of song she knows to move people dimensional but it fizzles out of existence.
Sargon's green ray blasts the adamantine portcullis. Much of your energy seems to be absorbed by the bars but three become pitted.
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Suddenly where the marble block eased into the floor lower another 2 feet this creates just enough space for two humans sized creatures to fit. The advancing wall moves another 10 feet.
Initiative Order:
Sargon
Omar
Dragox
Rey
Perception
Curious,that usually does the trick
Sargon casts Wall of Force in front of Rey and Dragox parallel to the portcullis in the hopes of slowing the wall from crushing us ala star wars
"Try it again, Omar! Two of you hide in hide in he depression. Save yourselves!"
In desperation Reyondelee casts Detect Secret Doors and spins a slow circle of the room looking for any secret exits.
Sargon's wall of shimmering force appears and appears to stop the moving wall, but Sargon can tell that it's under a great deal of constant pressure and his wall will eventually break.
Omar quickly searches for a way to disable the moving wall but he quickly realizes it can't be disabled.
Rey regains her composure and casts a spell and she grins to herself.
Initiative Order:
Sargon
Omar
Dragox
Rey
[ooc]Speaking is a free action we can do outside of our initiative, right? Can Rey point out where the secret door is once the wall starts moving again, or point in the general direction to give Sargon and Omar a better chance to locate and open it?[ooc]
Gentleman, I think the situation is much less dire than we thought. There is, in fact, a secret door in the moving wall, however it is only accessible while the wall is moving.
Omar you don't detect the secret door at this point. You do realize this is one nasty trick the mud sorcerers put in front of you.
When the party is ready Sargon dismisses his spell
"Let's get right beside the door before letting the spell drop. Then we can scurry out before we get squished."
Everyone crowds around the area that Rey points out, then Sargon releases his spell. The wall continues moving but Omar and Rey locate the secret door and get it opened. Once opened the wall stops moving.
Whew! Great work everybody. I thought that was the end there for a quick second. Rey says, breathing a heavy sigh of relief.
Yeah I'm sure that had two of us had laid down in the coffin, the situation would have gotten worse.
The group slips into the corridor revealed behind the tricky secret door.
Omar you realize that you are about to walk over a weakened area of the floor and to your eye it looks like trap that resets.
Omar sets off the trap and it reveals a pit that falls 20 feet. He is able to wedge a piton into the floor when it resets and he is hopeful that it holds when his crew crosses the area.
I'm going to put up the map here first, then describe the room the room.
The archway leading into the chamber is inscribed with the following in Taalese:
Reyondelee pulls out one of her five scrolls of comprehend languages, but doesn't read it yet, just in case Sargon is going to read the Taalese.
Sargon will read it
Sargon reads the Taalese inscription and when he gets to the word: die, it flares greenish red as the symbol of death blasts. You take 85 HP of damage.
Sargon reads the Taalese inscription and when he gets to the word: die, it flares greenish red as the symbol of death blasts. You take 85 HP of damage.
Sargon reels back in agony, Thank the gods, none of you could read that vile script
Blood spurts form Sargon's nose, and dribbles from both his eyes and nose as the spell triggers. He staggers back into Omar's arms.
Reyondelee will use another two charges of her cure critical wounds wand.
Touching Sargon's rear end to release the healing magic, she gives it a good squeeze and then kisses him on the mouth to release the second charge. There you go sweet heart. She says with a wink. Looking him over to see if he is properly healing, she says, need another of my sweet caresses?
Dragox shakes his head. "It's not always best to be the smart one,eh..:"
Sargon is taken aback but not surprised by the bards unique way of healing.
need another of my sweet caresses?
*Sigh If you can spare it my dear, that was quite a nasty surprise
"I guess sometimes ignorance is bliss eh?"
"It's not always best to be the smart one,eh..:"
Alas being a leader does have it's drawbacks
Why certainly my dear. Rey says and then fires off another two charges of her wand.
Rey brushes her hand through Sargon's hair straightening it up to release the first charge, and then kisses his forehead to release the second. There you go beautiful.
Rey uses some of her seductive grace to heal Sargon. To her surprise both Dragox and Omar start to whine about being hurt...too.
Pressing forward the group gazes into the massive room. There is a large U-shaped pool that dominated this 35-ft tall chamber. Above the domed ceiling shines like mother-of-pearl, reflecting a rainbow of colors back into the room. Resting on a platform in the center of the pool is a mastless 35-ft long ship made of a fine reddish wood. Eight oak beams angled up from the stone platform support the hull of this ship. the deck is 12 ft above the floor, and holds a small cabin to the west, a covered stairway to the east, and a great wheel inlayed with ivory between those two structures.
A pair of fanged elephant heads, ten feet above the floor on the west wall, spray water from their curled trucks into the pool. They flank yet another stone face, six feet in diameter, that sits somewhat lower on the wall. This stone visage has an evil, fanged grin. The face has tightly gritted teeth, wild unkempt hair, huge ears, an arrogant, jutting chin, and squinting eyes from which pour a steady river of tears.