"Hm. Statues stirring is concerning."
Kennari tries to recall anything he might know about such things.
"Oh, yes, a definite sign of The End. That's, I think, it's the fifth sign? You have demons and devils, of course. That's one. Then plague. A god being ripped apart and their guts dripping all over everyone. That's one people don't talk about a lot, but I definitely think that'll happen," Rova says, ticking signs off on her fingers.
"Maybe if the statues are coming back to life, that's like what's happening with the ghosts," she adds after a minute. "We should go check."
Kennari thinks that these statues sound like clay effigies and stone bulwarks. Both are guardians created by priests or wizards without the failings of flesh. Some are scuplted by master artisans and are true works of art, while others are more crude.
They are immune to a wide variety of conditions due to being constructs. They are resistant to both physical attacks and spells, though adamantium weapons and cold, earth, and water based spells can affect them normally.
"Can yu stop them from 'stirring' Kennari?" Prism asks if the wizard has any tricks she can learn.
After a day or two's rest in Castinlee, you head out for the tower. Meanwhile, your crew is hard at work setting up the circus and spreading some buzz around town.
Uneven ground and sporadic foliage mark the edges of the Sulwen Hills. A break in the scattered copses of trees provides a view of the tower known as the Liferoot Stone just beyond the next ridge. Its basic shape of a stepped pyramid is still discernible, but much of its upper portions have collapsed, leaving only a broken fragment of its former immensity rising above its first tier. Along with this destruction, it’s apparent that the years have not been kind to this structure. Nevertheless, hundreds of feet above the ground, its shining orb still floats in the air completely unsupported, giving off light as a beacon visible for miles in every direction.
"I wonder if there will be xulgaths here too," Rova muses, somehow sure there will be. She gazes up at the orb, looking so much like great Groetus hanging in the sky, and wonders if all of this is His hand.
"Ole Unset here, Sure hope not, he does." The fleshforged man shakes his head. He pauses for a moment. "Could well be. Could.well be.". Then continues, "But sure hope not. Sure hope not."
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"Hoping that the Xulgath's contract ended with Mistress Dusklights." Prism's shoulders slump as her stomach isn't able to handle much more of the Xulgath's smell. "I can scout ahead with Unset if we want."
Prism and Unset sneak up ahead quietly and spot several xulgaths with a tyrannasaurus on patrol!
How would you like to handle this? You could try to avoid the patrol or try to ambush it.
"I don't want to fight," Rova whispers, "but if they realize we're here, they might attack us later. But I bet we can avoid them!"
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Thkrull grumbles, barely stopping himself from trumpeting. He could beat any stupid tyrant lizard. He'd squash it like a bug!
Rova ghosts through the underbrush, barely disturbing it. "Just like Uncle Siberius showed me," she whispers.
Much more surprisingly, Thkrull is even quieter, seeming to have picked up that no one else is brave enough to fight the tyrant lizard.
Prism slowly strides through the trees, motioning to the others as she guides a path. "Slow and easy now."
Kennari does his best to keep pace with his stealthier allies, trying not to make too much noise in the process.
Unset's form twists and shrinks,altering his humanoid silhouette.