What now?
Even though people have been running about on the bridges, Sunny does her best to help keep people safe as they cross.
Since the journey obviously entails crossing the bridges to continue onwards.
"Uhm.... Which way is we goin'?" She asks indicating the two possible directions.
Bryson continues to stab at the creature even as it is sliding off the bridge and it takes him several minutes after to calm down enough to trust himself to speak.
Bryson has three castings of Cure Light Wounds. Bryson will use one for himself. The other two are first come, first served. Please announce that you will make use of them.
He can also give a Cure Moderate Wounds, if needed.
Bryson Cure Light Wounds
#2 Cure Light Wounds
#3 Cure Light Wounds
Marius took some time to check for any other lurking threats before dismissing the thundercloud.
"One door seems as good another," he said, "We may as well try this one first, since we're standing in front of it."
"Makes sense." Ghirrak says taking the lead, and depending on his superior vision to pierce any darkness ahead.
Heaving against the doors, you manage to force them open with a groan.
Beyond is a short tunnel leading to a medium large chamber.
MAP
One corner of this chamber has completely crumbled away to reveal a stagnant pool of water; its surface calm, dark, and mysterious.
Sunny pdas along trying to be both supportive and as quiet as she can.
"Keep away from the water. There is something there." Bryson moves to stand closer in between the pool and the rest of the group. "Let's git out of here naw."
Sunny totally beleives Msiter Bryson. Moving to sstnad closer to her freinds.
"Is that a door over yonder?" She asks quietly pointing in what is probably their further direction of travel.
"Uhm.. shouldn't we be makin' tha'place safer? Fer all'a folks walkin' wif us?" She adds looking towards the thing Master Bryson pointed at.
Going through the other door, you come to another chamber.
MAP
Two gigantic iron doors stand closed in this chamber, decorated with symbols of water and sealife in tarnished copper.
Opposite them are a pair of pedestals, eah with a peculiar notch cut into the side.
One of these pedestals is made from a dusky red granite, while the other is crafted of light blue marble.
There is another normal double door on the opposite side of this chamber.
Bryson goes to the doors and tries to open them.
Sunny takes one look at the room Master Bryson has waltzed into and shakes her blond mop.
"Nuh-uh...." She ushers people back to the first door way.
"Peoples be stayin' here, right?" She indicates the puddles across the way.
"Things in't safe fer peoples yet. Okeys?"
She quickly pads back and again peers into the room at which master Bryson is tugging at some doors.
Even with everyone helping, the huge double doors don't budge.
"Certainly Sunny. You're right... let's see what's here, and deal with it."
Burian approaches the puddle whispering an arcane phrase, and leads with a forward facing palm.
Marius wasn't entirely on board with the plan of tempting out whatever monstrosity was lurking in the pool, but it was a bit late for him to voice misgivings. Accordingly, he positioned himself to back Burian up, ready to blast the creature with a bolt of telekinetic force.
Sunny does breath a sigh of releif as nothing happens as Master Bryson tugs on the big doors.
At Burian's words Sunny spins about and pads closre towards the puddle as well. The better to help if something does pop up.
As Burian approached the puddle, something under the water moved.
The top of the water rippled. Then sloshed a bit.
Then something gelatinous oozed out of the water and up onto the dry floor.
Burian fired his silver darts into the creature dealing massive damage. The gelatinous thing wobbled, leaked a bit, then continued growing.
And growing.
And growing...
Now completely dominating the corner of the room, it seemed to realize Burian was there, and started extruding itself towards him...
"I told you to leave it alone." Bryson rushes back into the room and casts Call Lightning.
Call Lightning
Yes, that was more or less the expected outcome, Marius reflected, letting fly with a bolt of force.
Round 1 completed____________________
"I told you to leave it alone." Bryson rushes back into the room and casts Call Lightning.
Yes, that was more or less the expected outcome, Marius reflected, letting fly with a bolt of force.
[ooc]The ram shaped force slammed into the rubbery mass, deforming it and making it wobble for several seconds, but it recovers and continues advancing.
Sunny waits for her opportunity.
(npc) Burian made a prudent withdrawl.
The Ooze advanced towards Sunny, and lashed out with its acidic pseudopods!
for a possible plus acid. Plus Grab.
Bryson calls down another bolt of lightning.
Call Lightning
Round 1 completed____________________
Sunny waits for her opportunity.
The Ooze advanced towards Sunny, and lashed out with its acidic pseudopods!
Slam vs Sunny 1d20+8⇒(7)+8=15 for a possible 2d6+4⇒(3,2)+4=9 plus 2d6⇒(2,4)=6 acid. Plus Grab.
"GAH!" Sunny exclaims as the Ooze lashes out. Wrapping a pseudopod around her tanned self.
"AH! Is burnin'! Is burnin'!" She flails wildly at the offending appendage.
Marius simply hit the creature again. The sooner they could bring it down, the less harm it would do to them.
Burian gestures and chants until his free hand faintly glows, he reaches out and touches Sunny.
"Hang in there, Sunny!"
Ghirrak steps forward, his fists hammering away at the gelatinous mass.
Round 2 complete_______________
Bryson's lightning did some damage, Ghirrak's flurry did even more, but even as Burian healed Sunny Marius dead center hit almost turned the thing inside out.
But instead of forcing the gelatinous creature back, it broke apart into two smaller, and faster, creatures.
One went after Ghirrak, the other one kept after Sunny.
for a possible plus acid plus grab .
for a possible plus acid plus grab .
"AH! Is burnin'! Is burnin'!" She continues to flail wildly at the offending appendage of the 'New' ooze.
"Ya hear that, Burian? Sunny's screams are your doing. Jus' learn to leave well enough alone." Bryson can't help but to berate his crewmate even as he calls down more lightning against the one that's attacking Sunny.
Call Lightning
Burian calmly responds “We are here to clear the way.”
Finally, hearts pounding with the effort, you stand over the puddled remains of the acidic ooze.
What do you do now?
Sunny looks for more soothing after all the burning.... :(
Bryson will tend to Sunny's injuries. He grumbles under his breath that he told folk to leave it alone.
Cure Light Wounds
He then goes to see about opening the doors in the other room.
Looking at the doors and the mechanism, you conclude you have only one of two levers needed to operate it.
Investigating the door you haven't explored yet, you cautiously open it.
Beyond, you see a branching corridor. Deep niches are set into the walls of this ten-foot wide corridor, each holding fragments of human skeletons caked in mold and fungus.
Rusted metal collars and iron necklaces rest in each niche as well, and a few still retain fragments of crumbling burial shrouds.
On spaces where no niches have been carved, intricate murals of a skeletal humanoid or hound, each wreathed in a long, coiling snake, decorate the walls.
Still angry at Burian, Bryson will take the lead. He'll look for the other rod.
Ghirrak will follow Burian, allowing his darkvision to scout ahead of them if needed.
Sunny pads along quietly with folks. Staying near to where ever the party's lights are. Occasionally rubbing her still some what tender self.
"I dun't like this place...." :(
Burian enters - keeps a bit of distance from Bryson, and moves his dancing lights to cast plenty of light from above as he inspects the walls.
A second set of light globes emerge from his cat, Welt, and float further down the hall.
Searching about the corridor, something attracts Bryson's eyes towards the niche to the north of him. There was something more... three dimensional about the bas relief there than the usual run of decorations.
Sunny continues to pad along. Peering into the darkness, trying to make out what's there.
Bryson will go over and inspect the bas relief more closely. He'll cast Detect Magic just in case.
Marius continued to bring up the rear of the group, feeling rather subdued. The continual succession of hostile creatures and the stalker behind the group were beginning to wear him down. Yes, they'd managed to fight everything off so far, but how long could they keep it up for?
For long enough, he told himself firmly. As he'd said to Sunny, staying positive was key. He'd survived two shipwrecks now, and by damn, this blasted island was not going to get the better of him.
Bryson detected some background magics, feeling diffuse and far away.
The bas relief had individual cartouches, some of which, he felt certain, that could be pressed in a mechanical lock pattern of some kind.
Seeing Mister Bryson fiddling with the fiddly bits Suny wanders over and peers at the thingy.
"Here. In't that tha' sort'a thing whut gets all 'Pointy', like?" She asks.
"I think if'n ye poke right.... There?"
"If there's a trap built into the mechanism. do you think you could bypass it Sunny?" Ghirrak asks the limber elf.
"If there's a trap built into the mechanism. do you think you could bypass it Sunny?" Ghirrak asks the limber elf.
"Uhm... maybe?" She replies, though her attention is more focused on working out what all the gizmos and widgets built into the contraption in front of her tanned self.
"Like, when ye be findin' stuffs in boats what people lost?"
"Some times them's people. Tha' stuff they's lost has surprise pointy tings worked in't them, like..." She continues to ramble, her focus more on trying to stop any pointy things from popping out of the present mechanism.
"I think if'n ye poke right.... There?"
With that, she poked a finger into the nostril of one of the 'angry face' cartouches.
It pressed in, and there was a *snap-click*. The stone block in front of her trembled, then slid aside with a grinding of stone on stone and dust sifting from the ceiling.Beyond stood revealed a chamber; a small crypt dominated by a large stone sarcophagus.
Both the walls of the room and the sarcophagus itself are covered in decorative patterns and carvings of animals.
The top of the sarcophagus depicts in bas relief a man dressed in robes, wearing a feathered headdress, and clutching a blue rod in one hand and a ceremonial dagger in the other.
Simultaneous to that is the hair raising sound of stone lids sliding aside in the maze of hallways behind you. The scuffling steps and staggered walk of humanoid figures come towards you out of the dark...