"Are you hurt grandfather? Do you need help getting back to the surface?"
The Goliath continues to question the old man.
Rrath approaches the man.
Quit yet blubberin', or I'll give ya somethin' to cry about.
He immediately stops begging at Rrath's warning. "Hurt? No. I would like to get away from here though. Just please don't provoke the wrath of the Believers! Through the door is a room with great stones that move around on occasion. That's how they talk to us."
"Moving stones! I would very much like to see this phenomenon. Is it safe to enter?"
Know: Nature:
"The stones warn us of coming danger and warn us when we make bad choices. I've never seen the stones move though. We come in and the stones are in new positions and the earth priests help us understand what the stones are saying. It's safe enough to enter I guess but please don't disturb the Delvers."
"Well did they warn you about collapsing half the blasted village?" Dasim says to the old man. "Seems like a dangerously bad choice if I ever heard of one. Maybe your Delvers aren't as all powerful bright as you seem to give 'em credit for." He adds pushing past the old man and into the room beyond.
Mags follows behind Dasim, intrigued as she has never heard of such a thing as these stones before.
"What? Me go in there? I don't think so. I'll wait right here for you."
The man looks more frightened of going through the door than anything he thinks you all will do.
I say we tie 'im up. I do not need anyone comin' at my back when we head in.
The next room is an enormous chamber with 20 ft ceilings. A lighted lantern sits in the middle of the room. An odd array of stone monoliths - some upright standing stones, and others arrayed in three stone arches - stand around the chamber. Six low stone slabs sit around the perimeter of the room. Each holds humanoid bones, dressed in scraps of tattered cloth and rusted iron. You deduce these must be "the Delvers" the old man was talking about.
Mags is very interested in the stones and walks over to the closest one, trying to 'feel' if they have any connection to the natural world..or if they are something altogether different.
Seeing the bodies, Dasim shakes his head. "No wonder the Delvers didn't warn the old guy about our arrival. They appear to be quite dead unless we've another 'Lord of Lance Rock' on our hands." He says walking over to the first set of bones wary of any sign of movement or other undead machinations.
As you begin looking around the room, you notice out of tha corner of your eye a man peeking from behind a stone making very precise gestures.
Rrath advances and flies into a rage. He throws a handaxe at the hidden man.
Rrath dagger clangs off the standing stone the man is hiding behind and falls to the floor.
Mags moves forward, calling upon her nature powers to enchant her staff.
Dasim centers himself for a heartbeat and then rushes forward using the various rocks for cover and dodging back and forth in a chaotic, yet graceful manner that makes it hard to follow the monks movement.
Tarandil makes arcane gestures trying to cast a spell faster than the mysterious stranger and hoping to subdue him for questioning.
The party cautiously approaches the man as Tarandil's spell washes over the man. He grins at your attempt "You call that a spell? Hahaha!"
Now that you are closer you can see that man wears splint armor and has a glaive strapped to his back.
As the magical daggers fly towards him, the man waves across their path as a shield shimmers to life. The magical daggers explode in a shower of sparks. "Perhaps so" he grins in response.
He scampers from his hiding place and cast a spell on the run."Holy earth bind you and hold you! he exclaims as the dust in the air begins to coalesce around you. As her goes he takes his glaive to hand.
Slow Save:
Reaching into the pouch at her waist, Magmoria withdraws three smooth river pebbles. She mutters a few mystic words over the rocks and then throws one of them at the unknown spellcaster.
Magic Stone:
Damage:
Tarandil shrugs off the spell. "I guess your magic isn't much better. But let's see how you fare against this!" Tarandil continues casting.
The snarl on the man's face turns to a look of terror as he turns to run from the pair of casters. The opening lets Magmoira land a magic stone square on the back of the man's head.
Dasim moves forward, flips the grip on his spear and launches it at the fleeing spell slinger.
Rrath advances slowly, and he throws a handaxe at the man before he flees.
Dasim's spear sails through the air and finds it's mark. Rrath's slowed muscles, on the other hand, can barely throw the axe. It makes it only halfway to the man and rings off the floor with a loud clang. There is a low hum and all the large stones rise an inch off the floor.
The man turns and casts a spell at Dasim. A mote of dirt flies from his finger and explodes with a thunderous roar. He can't bring himself to move any closer so he stays where he is.
Moving cautiously forward, Magmoria throws another of the stones at the mysterious man.
Attack:
Crit. Damage:
Dasim tries to leap aside from the worst of the spells effects, but his forward momentum was just too strong and the monk faced the full force of the wizard's deadly magic. Bones crack and internal organs turn to mush under the spells onslaught and Dasim simply collapses to the ground, a trickle of blood oozing from his nose and mouth.
Magmoira's enchanted rock lodges itself between the man's ribs.
The winces and coughs up blood, the force of which throws him off his feet as the grease appears beneath him.
Rrath rushes forward.
[ooc]Please double move me forward towards the enemy. I am unable to do so...on family vacation until Monday.
Seeing Dasim coughing up blood, Tarandil says magical words of healing to stitch up some wounds.
The man stands on wobbly legs and shuffles out of Ziyad's grease. He presses a hidden button and the wall springs open. He is only able to take a couple staggering steps into the hallway before the adventurers can give chase.