Omari shoots another choker off Roryx.
One of the chokers chokes Roryx some more while burning. The other goes after Manuun. With Omari's shots Roryx is finally free and can breath again.
Feeling the pushes from the back Ohrmizd fills the need to move "Just a second, we are busy here!" Ohrmizd tumbles around both of the chokers trying to avoid any attacks as he does.
Once at the other side, he hacks at the one at reach.
And with this strike the last poor choker hangs lifeless from Manuun's neck.
Manuun kills the unconscious abberation.
"Who's hurt, how bad? Let me have a look at you..."
"Other than being singed by that fire from a while ago, I am alright, thank you," Heshan nods in response.
"I am just scratched" answers Ohrmizd cockily while depriving the choker bodies from any possessions.
The Keleshite then moves over the broken jars and torn pages searching for anything of interest.
If nothing is found, he moves to the southwestern exit casting guidance once more.
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Omari addresses Ohrmzid : "Get over hear you tomfool. I'm not losing you, even if Khedron is smarter."
Once all the injured are in range, Omari will Channel and heal:
He will also burn his empty 2nd level spell slot to spontaneously cast Cure Moderate wound on Roryx
Although close, Heshan only notices it when Manuun points it out to him. He walks closer to take a look.
"A nifty trick. And it leaves little to worry about the heat as well. Is there a way to identify the spell?"
Rubbing his neck, Roryx nodded to Omari - "Thank you brother" - and to the others - "And all. I was expecting things to take a bad turn there for a second" - he added, patting the worries Swiper - "I´m fine. I'm fine"
"This one is a Bless potion" - the half-orc fiddled around with the pots for a few moments - "It's the only one I can identify"
Then he joins up with Ohrmizd - "Do you see anything?"
Ohrmizd smiles amused at Omari's serious words "Lovely" the man touches his skin where just a moment before there were wounds.
"Let me see..." Ohrmizd smells the regents "This is just ancient crap" the man leaves them in disregard, then follows suit with Roryx in the southeastern tunnel.
After Manuun points them out, Omari comments "Nethysians, always with a new trick" and joins in examining the potions.
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"Well, take them along, we will figure out what they are later."
Nethys would be proud of that much magical knowledge. It could be a nice congress of mages, if it weren't in this ruins infested with danger.
But onwards it goes. Reeking of dust, this ransacked room appears to have been some sort of scriptorium. Slate-topped tables and cedar-wood stools lie overturned and broken amid the cracked remains of scroll cases and rolls. Three wings lead to the east. In them, decrepit scroll racks of dry-rotted cedar lean haphazardly against the walls, their contents dumped out. Flecks of papyrus carpet the floor, a library of ancient lore laid to waste.
A massive basalt plaque dominates the southern wall of the chamber, surrounded by images of the god-king Nethys on the deck of a river barque. Osiriani inscriptions on the ominous southern portal alternate between descriptions of the positive and destructive properties of magic.
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Omari looks at the massive plaque and says "I'm sure there's door behind that. But I'm also sure that it's not going to be as easy as just moving it. Also, lets check this room out before we go on, there might be something of interest in the wreckage of the library..." He concentrates for a few seconds, asking for Erastils's intercession as he scans the room.
"Achisss!" Ohrmizd sneezes and rubs his eyes that quickly get into tears "Someone should ...chissst!... dust this place from time to time"
"So many ruined knowledge... perhaps there are some secrets left scribbled for your fireballs Heshan" then, the man points to the plaque that dominates the southern wall "I feel some kind of current there, the path continues that way, but we will need to move the plaque"
Ohrmizd will first try to find a switch hoping the plaque can be moved by a mechanism, but otherwise will resort to raw strength to move it "Can you others help?"
The only magic to be found is with the basalt plaque. The former libreary is thorougly shredded.
"You will have to take up to the maids that worked this place," Heshan replied with a smile.
When they arrived at the room, Heshan was too busy marveling at the plaque to find anything else of importance.
He merely shook his head at Ohrmizd's suggestion. "Not yet, my friend. I am not quite up there in magic to perform such a feat."
He winced at the prospect of having to use his below average strength to move such a heavy object. Hopefully Manuun could find another way...
"I will not take any unnecessary risks this time" - Roryx ponders, a wand already in hand, retrieved from his wrist sheath.
In the eastern area are some paces for scribes under all the destroyed paper. The plaque is a magic slab of praise for Nethys, the size big enough to cover a passage. No one is dwelling in this area.
A centipede is scuttling out of one crack in the floor disappearing into another. A spider waits in a web in the corner for some fly to come by. But nothing that would be remotely interested in attacking humans.
"Ohrmzid, that plaque is magical - it could be a trap. Let Manuun look at it first"
Omari will continue to study the plaque with detect magic - how strong is the magic and what school(s)?
The magic in the plate is strong. You sense Transmutaion and Divination at least, but it could be more.
"A trap?" Ohrmizd quickly reels back, convinced by the observations of his wiser friend "Hmmm... do not take too much risk Man. Let Sarenrae guide you"
Casting guidance in Manuun.
There is no trap found.
"While I actually do have some lightning zaps this time around, I'm afraid that will not help us here." Heshan admitted.
"Can someone help me push this slab?"
"Can any of you read these inscriptions? I think it's Osiriani... I do not know Osiriani myself, but let us see what I can decipher." Omari studies the inscriptions carefully...
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Osiriani inscriptions on the ominous southern portal alternate between descriptions of the positive and destructive properties of magic.
As Heshan is reluctant, Manuun hits the slab with a sift spell and voila, it slides up and reveals the passage.
A winding corridor stretches ahead, clouded with phosphorescent gray mist. Statues stand rigidly along the meandering hallway, each clad in the trappings of a powerful mage or priest. Thick tendrils of pearlescent vapor hiss forth from their open mouths, weaving through the air like translucent alien vines before reluctantly dispersing. A susurrus of whispers can faintly be heard from the statues, the sounds of forgotten tongues trapped in time.
"Well done Man, that plaque needed some correction" Ohrmizd smiles and goes into the next corridor full of statues.
"Do you hear that?" the Keleshite points at the statues as he goes forward "What is this tongue they are speaking?"
The man at the statue in front and examines it thoroughly before advancing further.
The statue whispers to Ohrmizd.
Heshan sheepishly steps aside for Manuun to deliver what was the right way to activate the slab.
He doesn't go in, but calls out to the others. "Is he alright?" he asks.
"This statue is talking to me Man" Ohrmizd looks back at the statue and tries to reproduce the strange sounds of the Osiriani language "Amuhabamae mabuhumudue manduhale due laihule"
Roryx follows after the others, but holds his breath.
Omari stays out of the fumes and casts detect magic again...
He asks Heshan "If we made some mud from the crud in the former scriptorium and my waterskin, could you plug the mouths of the statues with your magic ?"
Omari finds, that the mist is not magical at all.
Omari finds, that the mist is not magical at all.
"Guys, the mist isn't magical...If it's running after all these years while this place fell into a ruin, that means someone is doing maintenance..."