"...It doesn't understand what you're saying, I'm afraid. It's programmed to defend a place, not to respond to taunts and mockery of its creator's religion." Jazadi sighs.
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Jazadi manages to trip the construct, it falling with a crash to the floor as Ammon's blow strikes true. It continues to try and hit Ammon but Ammon leaps over the swinging quarterstaff.
Seeing that her crossbow is ineffectual, Jamie draws her dagger as she darts in beside Ammon, distracting the construct.
Ammon studies the target for a weakness and strikes again!
Bulb attacks, still in flanking position with Ammon
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Dhakira casts Guidance on Say'ri
Jazadi prepares to trip the construct again if it tries to get up.
"No, don't hit it there. Hit it there," Uthe argues at Say'ri, pointing to the thing's legs with her staff.
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Ammon manages to land another solid hit at the construct on the ground and the elemental's electricity aura crackles around it, slightly singing the clay. It again swings its quarterstaff, this time at Say'ri, knowing better than trying to get up.
Ammom, temporarily distracted by the thing laying into Say'ri as well as a sudden burst of speed it didn't previosuly have, swings but appears to miss despite it being prone...
Jamie assists Ammon's aim and shouts words of encouragement!
Uthe tips her head as she watches Say'ri dodge this way and that without attacking. "Why aren't you hitting it? Our magic is useless against it and we're depending on you." she calls out.
Bulb attack again
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« Leave Say’ri alone! » Seing that Say’ri is taking a beating, Dhakira takes the wand of healing and gives her a shot.
Jazadi trusts in luck and tries to whip the construct again!
With Jamie's help Ammon lands another powerful blow while Say'ri tries to get in the way of the golem as much as she can. Her dodging can't entirely save her thanks to the golem's speed, but the blow is only glancing.
Jazadi snaps her whip again!
Ammon tries to lay into it again!
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Right after Ammon’s last attack, the elemental poofs out of this plane.
Dhakira, really worried about Say’ri, puts her hand on the gunslinger’s shoulder and casts Cure Moderate Wounds
« I hope we overcome this dreadful foe soon, it’s hurting her faster than I can heal. »
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"Hit it, Ammon! Right in the head!" Jamie cries encouragingly!
The construct splits its focus, aiming at the capering Say'ri as well as swinging at Ammon's legs. Still prone on the floor it cannot manoeuvre its weapon and both fighters avoid the blows easily.
Jazadi grunts in frustration and snaps her whip at the prone construct again!
Ammon nods to Jamie in thanks, remembering to aim for the head. Considering dropping his shield just to hit it harder, he momentarily holds the idea as the thing misses both him and Say'ri. For now, another one-handed swing would do!
...and he lands a solid blow - on the head, of course! He sure was lucky to have Jamie as his strategist.
Say'ri and Ammon converge on both sides of the construct, the gunslinger smashing its hands into fragments as Ammon hammers a pistol through its head. The construct stops moving - nothing more than a broken statue now.
Its quarterstaff remains magical, even as the remaining magic flees its broken shell. There are double stone doors, carved with the symbol of Nethys, leading east and west out of the room.
Jazadi picks up the quarterstaff.
"Hey, this still has some heft and magic to it. Anybody want to use it?"
Ammon checks the improvised 'club' for damage, then hands it back to Say'ri. "Pretty solid stuff, that metal! Doesn't even look scratched."
He shrugs at Jazadi's question. "I could always carry it around to smack something you need a magical weapon for, if no one has a better use. But I'd use it as a backup weapon only," He offers.
"If we're hitting things with our staff then something has ... how do you say it? ... hit the fan?" Uthe says, seemingly happy with her current weapon.
« If it’s the only magic weapon we have, it’s certainly worth keeping. You guys know I’m not much of a fighter, but even I could try and swing it if push comes to shove. »
Then Dhakira turns to Say’ri « Now how badly it hurt you. Anyone else need help? » . Looking around she that a few others, while not nearly as bad as Say’ri, have a few scratches, so she starts with a channel.
She prays fervently « Thank you my Lady » Then to Say’ri « How do you feel now, Dear? » .
"That tickles when you do that," Uthe says to Dhakira with a ringing of bells as her tail twitches back and forth.
"Don't we always go that way?" Ammon asks, amused.
"It's a good way to go!" Jamie declares, nudging Ammon's side with her elbow.
Two columns carved to resemble men with their arms crossed over their chests, holding a khopesh in one hand and an ankh in the other, support the ceiling of this long chamber. Deep alcoves in the walls form burial chambers, some of which are sealed with stone doors. Other sepulchres just have sarcophagi tucked inside, while a few appear empty. To the north and south, wide passages exit the room through the east wall, each leading to stone double doors.
Three open sepulchre's contain sarcophagi. There are three behind sealed stone doors which are so sturdy that they would need to be broken open.
With careful study, a secret door in the wall of the northwest alcove can be found. It contains a small, unlocked chest that holds a few riches, consisting of apprentice’s cheating gloves, a potion of bull’s strength, two potions of cure moderate wounds, 330 gp, and a pouch containing six rubies worth 25 gp each.
Each sarcophagus contains the mummy of a former high priest of the Sanctum, each of which wears a gold funerary mask worth 100 gp. The rest of the priests’ grave goods consist of their canopic jars, small personal items, and wooden holy symbols of no great value.
A stone altar flanked by two bronze urns sits against the north wall of this chamber. To the south, three rows of stone pews face the altar. A lacquered wooden cabinet is bolted to the western wall at head level, and a long stone table runs parallel to the east wall. Stone double doors exit the room to the east and west.
Standing in the centre of the room is a tall, surprisingly well-dressed skeleton holding a spear. As you enter, he turns towards you and his strangely hollow voice echoes out in Ancient Osiriani.
"Interesting diplomatic approach," Ammon remarks to Say'ri. "One could say the negatiations were short!"
As he walks up to it, he drops his falcata - again - and draws his warhammer. "Remember guys, blunt weapons work best on most skeletons. And something tells me cold attacks won't work either! Just trust me, and don't ask me how I know!"
He tries an experimental swing, yet misses. This skeleton seemed a bit tougher than the average one!
Jamie moves in to distract the skeleton!
Dhakira winks at Uthe, grinning "I hope it's a good tickle" and she smiles at Say'ri, satisfied to see colors come back to her cheeks. She also nods to Jamie, feeling the extra healing power from the séance.
She follows the group, knowing that their laughing in the face of death means she< doing her job.
Casts Recall
She looks around the books and sarcophagi, not sure what she's seeing at first, she communes with Pharasma, and realizes that the priest knew that they didn't need trinkets to reach Nethys in the afterlife. "Of course, all they need to do is follow the teachings of their god in life and meet Pharasma's judgement in death."
She helps the others respectfully pick up the loot that the priest don't need anymore and and follows to the altar room and the talking skeleton.
She doesn't understand a word he says, but observe to see if he's different from others skeleton, especially if, like other undead, it carries a disease or a curse.
If necessary with Recall
Uthe flings two force missiles at the skeleton.
The skeleton attacks Ammon, his spear crackling with unholy energy.
"Dhakira, heal Ammon! Everybody, keep attacking! We can do this!" Jamie says encouragingly, trying to protect Ammon again.
Ammon cries out in pain as the spear pierces right through his armor, cackling with dark energy. He kicks back the skeleton to get free, breathing heavily, then does his best to strike.