Thats a relief... so... *huff puff*... what's up with Gorn?
"The way ahead seems clear," says Cayde, striding forward, "Unless there is something we need to deal with in this room?" he asks, looking at Gorn.
You find yourselves in room paneled with wood and a dusty carpet covering the floor. A large, heavy desk sits in the center of the room. Several wooden chairs are grouped north of the desk. Behind the desk is a large, plush chair, while behind the chair on the south wall is a mounted lion's head. Four large painted urns stand in the corners of the room. Finally, on both sides of the north doorway are stone pedastals with stone statues of demonic humanoid beasts. These beasts bear wicked claws and fangs, and horns adorn the crowns of their heads.
Cayde waits for Gorn's direction, planning to move through the door to the north but not sure of the way to their goal.
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The body with Demetrius looks around the room, scowling at it, as if not finding it to its liking, as if comparing it to a former glory and better days.
Suddenly his eyes go wide.
"Cayde, my friend," says the body in a voice more akin to the religious that is Gorn, rather than a long-dead vengeance seeker. "Those beasts there, the ones of inhumane guise, they are not as they seem!
They are more akin to the unfortunate stalkers we have just left behind us! Please, do taketh thy weapon and lay them low. One and then the other. Perhaps if we strike now we might cause them too much damage for them to be any threat upon the instant when they do become animate!"
Eyes narrowing, Cayde nods and readies his fullblade. “So if we only attack one, the other might not react? Interesting…” he muses.
Moving off to the side, Cayde attacks the nearest statue with his blade.
Emenius readies a bolt of fire at the targeted statue for the signal to destroy it.
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Cayde, as subtlety as a barbarian can, sidles up next to one of the "statues" and cleaves deeply into the creature. Only the magic in his blade prevents the blade from being partially deflected by the creature's rocky hide.
Emenius follows up with a solid blast of fire to the creature's chest as both "statues" come to life, brandishing razor sharp claws and fierce fangs.
"Oh Blast." Tekumbray mutters. "Is every statue in this bloody place alive?"
Raising his short blade, the gnome slips forward next to the barbarian and tries to jab the steel into a crack or other obvious weak point.
Tekumbray's sword strike is true, but seems to less damage to the stony creature than he would have liked.
[ooc]Apologies, been a rough few days with a lot happening tween work and home[ooc]
Judging these creatures to be magical in some way or form he throws three bolts of energy into Cayde's target.
A pillar of bright flame crashes down on one of the winged beasts after Gorn-Demetrius mutters a few words.
Baheera fires off a thunderous bolt of force toward the same, but fails to hit her target.
+2 Thunder
The winged statues move to either side of Cayde and claw and bite at the barbarian, tearing deep into his flesh.
Roaring in pain, Cayde flies into a rage and slashes mightily at the wounded statue!
Bonus action rage / Scorpion Tail Form of the Beast
With little else that could cause more damage to the statue, Tekumbray continues to jab with his blade. Unfortunately, this time the steel just slides off the hard stone hide.
The elf backs up Cayde, shield raised, lashing out with his blade clumsily seeking to provoke the creature to attack him instead.
Emenius moves to a wall to lean against and fires off a bolt of flame at one of the creaures.
Baheera quickly refocuses, sending another thundering blast, this one more accurate, at the closer of the winged beasts.
Cayde's fate hangs in the balance as his allies attempt to destroy the statues before they finish ripping him apart.
Gorn-Demetrius, seeing the grievous wound incurred by Cayde, touches the barbarian with a glowing hand.
Cayde lands a heavy blow, carving off bloody hunks of stone from the creature, before Tek sneaks in and drives his blade into the exposed flesh, ending the first creature's life.
Aethorduil does his best to draw the attack from the remaining "statue", hoping to save Cayde a bit of pain. While Baheera and Emenius both blast the remaining creature with magical energy.
The "statue" takes Aethorduil's bait and lashes out at the elf with claw and fang, biting deep into the elf's arm.
(crit)
Aethorduil winces then bares his teeth in satisfaction.
Now it's my turn, he says lashing out.
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Continuing to rage but now not so close to death, Cayde steps up to the remaining animated statue and slashes at it with his Fullblade!
"Die...you...danged...statue." Tekumbray snarls jabbing his blade into the walking sculpture mostly ineffectively with each word.
Emenius hugs the wall to lean against and fires off a bolt of flame at one of the statues.
Aethorduil, Cayde, and Tekumbray each launch attacks at the winged stone-like creature, but no one can manage to land a meaningful blow.
Emenius, keeping his distance from the fray, hurls a bolt of flame at the creature that catches it square in the face.
Baheera targets the winged creature with another thunderous bolt of energy, while Gorn drops a pillar of radiant energy on the same, but neither is able to damage the beast.
Having tasted the blood of two of the party, the beast's gaze shifts between the barbarian and the elf, ultimately choosing to unleash its wrath on Aethorduil, but the elf is able to avoid both tooth and claw.
Emenius leans into the wall and fires off another bolt of flame at one of the statues, but his exhaustion gets the better of him.
Cayde, frustrated at his last attack missing, keeps up the pressure and continues his reckless assault!
The elf also keeps up the attack, this time summoning green fire to his blade.
for + 2 fire damage.
The elf also keeps up the attack, this time summoning green fire to his blade.
1d20 + 5 for 1d8 + 5 + 2 fire damage.
Sweating and cursing with each swing of his sword, the gnome tries to find a weak spot within the hard stone form of the enemy. For a moment his eyes alight with hope as the blade appears to find the wished for weak point. Alas, his tired arm barely manages to jab with any strength whatsoever. The lack of physical strength is more than made up for by the string of curses that cascade forth like a lousy ale flowing in a dockside bar.
Cayde lands a reckless, heavy blow on the statue, while Aethorduil and Tek contribute lesser blows. Regardless the combined assault is enough to fell the creature, ending the threat.
Quite the handful..., he says huffing.
Breathing a sigh of relief as the creature topples to the ground, Baheera nods. "That it was." she says, approaching the urns.
Emenius staggers around searching the area for anything useful or interesting.
Emenius staggers around and notes that the desk has three drawers and a cabinet that all seem to be locked.
Baheera examines the urns, but finds nothing of note.
The elf, ever curious also looks it over
but also finds nothing.
After catching his breath, Cayde looks around as well.
”Did anyone find keys or is perhaps skilled at lock picking?” he asks when he finds the drawers locked.
"What's that you found?" Tekubray says walking over to the barbarian after putting away his sword and huffing for several seconds to catch his breath. Seeing the locked drawers he pulls out his set of tools and begins to fiddle with the mechanism.
"Hrrmmm...let's see...come on you little devil." He mutters while twisting the picks carefully back and forth waiting to hear the telltale *snick* of the lock opening. Unfortunately, the locks prove to be as stubbornly difficult to pierce as the statues stone hide.
Tek takes a shot at unlocking the desk drawer, but instead fails, just managing to get his lock pick out of the lock without snapping it.
"Rusted shut." The gnome postulates returning his tools into the little leather pouch with a shrug. "Not much else I can do to get in there. Of course, if one was really curious..." He adds quirking an eye brow as he glances at the great big sword in Cayde's hand. Another shrug.
"Or we just move on to the next chamber in this little slice of underground paradise."
"Whatever you wish to do, just do it so that Darius can be dealt with." Gorn-Demetrius says, definitely in the voice of the latter.
”Right,” says Cayde, having recovered from the aftermath of his rage. He first tries to pull the drawer out using brute strength and a bit of leverage. If that fails, he hacks at it with the magic sword…
The Elf watches curiously to see the results.
Cayde pulls at the handle of the desk drawer and with a mighty tug, manages to rip the handle off.
Growling with frustration, the barbarian hacks at the desk repeated with his blade, reducing the desk to little more than kindling and splinters.
You pick through the remains of the desk and find a pile of gold coins that seem to be coated in whatever was contain in the thin glass vial that did not survive Cayde's fury.
Inside what is left of the cabinet portion of the desk is finely crafted mace.
"Well that's a potion of...something...that lasted however many millenia, now lost to history." Baheera remarks with a sigh.
Emenius offers to take 10 minutes and magically identify the mace.
He’s obviously exhausted but won’t ask when can they can take a long rest.
Cayde gathers up the gold and gives an equal share to everyone. He sniffs the liquid, hoping it isn’t some kind of contact poison or such, before he lets anyone else touch it.