WR Mummy's Mask

Game Master wicked_raygun

Torin climbs down with ease, then one of the Band hands him a rope. Torin ties off Ptemenib, and the Band hauls him out of the hole. Torin is helped out moments after.

"Thank you. Thank you. I wish I could help you, but I don't have my holy symbol. I must warn you though. The Silver Chain now serves a new master, a man in a golden mask, who dwells in the next room. He is dangerous. If you wish to face him, you should prepare yourselves first."

Kwin facepalmed, then shook his head. "Why is it always like this? Why is it never easy?"

Qasin hops upon Izra's shoulders.

"Ptemenib, we have your holy symbol."

The cleric smiles. "That is very fortunate. I could channel energy to heal you, if you would like? And I have a couple spells left."

"You had me at golden mask. Let's go make bank."

Torin concentrates for a moment and his skin darkens and thickens. (Spending a ki point to cast barkskin.)

I don't know what the HP condition of our front line is, but I imagine we could use some heals.

If Ptemenib wants to channel for Kwin and Koshu, Koshu won't complain!

Koshukhep frowned at the newfound cleric. "Why were you captured, friend Ptemenib? What did they want with you? Why do they follow this masked man? Who is he?"

Wait, didn't that body in the poison-gas room have a mask? :O

Ptemenib takes a moment and channel's the divine power of his goddess into positive healing energy.

Everyone heals...

Channel Energy: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 6, 1) = 16

Heh, not bad.

Koshukhep frowned at the newfound cleric. "Why were you captured, friend Ptemenib? What did they want with you? Why do they follow this masked man? Who is he?"

"I was captured because I was careless and out-numbered. I tried to fight them off, but there were a lot of them and they got the drop on me. It didn't help that I had used most of my spells earlier in the day doing Temple duty. They follow the Masked Man because he is their leader--beyond that, I do not know."

"There is little I do know for sure. My plan was to gather intelligence, but I suppose I'm not very sneaky. If we're going to take on the leader, can one of you hand me a weapon?"

Kwin sighed as he stowed his blade and pulled out a longbow. "I'm not fond of this thing, but if he's as dangerous as you say, I think I'll keep my distance at first."

As an afterthought, the kitsune also staged some vials for ready access in his pockets and pouches.

I believe I've burned Bull's Strength but still have the rest of my spells, pitiful as they may be.

Ahmed flexes his muscles, feeling his arms press harder against the shackles, thinking for a few moments. "Honoured Ptemenib, can you describe the mask? It may give us a better idea of what we're up against, especially if it has the powers of one of the old gods."

Area F9

The Band of the Black Fire gathers their strength and marches into the next room where the leader of the Silver Chain Gang awaits them.

When they enter the find that finely crafted antique furniture from many different periods crowds this chamber, and the smell of rich food hangs in the air. Books and charts crowd one cedar table, while a half-finished banquet of fruit and roasted meats sits on another. A living area with a bed and other furniture fills the southern portion of the room.

And on the other side of the room are four people wearing osirian funerary masks. Three of them move to stand in front of the most regally dressed. And the regal one addresses you.

"Ah, I see that some have come for the priest after all. No matter. You may take him and leave. My group simply wishes to go about our business. And with the city in chaos I suspect that business will soon take us elsewhere."

There's no map because I won't be able to create one. So we'll be doing this old school--theater of the mind. Combat hasn't started, so we're not in initiative.

Just to rewind a little bit, Izra wanted to hand Ptmenib her silver mace and her crossbow, with some normal bolts. She figures she'll be too busy making with the heals and whatnot to actually do much offensive good with them, and he asked for a weapon. Also, if it's permitted, (totally cool, if not - just let me know) she'll use her Sleeves to change the appearance of her outfit to that of a private/newbie in the City Guard, before they enter the room, and she'll stand near the back of the group, looking confused and overwhelmed, with her spear in her left hand. (Basically, she wants to look like a non-competent melee type). Also, did P. answer Ahmed's question?

Sorry, forgot to answer Ahmed's question. But Ptemenib described it as a golden osirian funerary mask. All four of the people you see in front of you are wearing those types of masks. But one is clearly in charge.

Pemenib is wielding the crossbow.

The city guard at the back of the group spoke up, clearly feeling out of her depth, but also clearly feeling as though "someone ought to do something."

"And what business is it that you're up to, then? An' why'd we want to be lettin' you walk away scott free?" Her accent was that of the lower classes, and sounded almost nothing like Izra.

... She hoped.