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Felinzi stabilizes Palomia. The bruises fade and her breathing appears to be easier. Auntie slashes at the statue, slices becoming apparent as the statue doesn't appear to be as resistant anymore.
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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 5
Tactical Map
Before your Turn:
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Those with ** may go
Palomia Kasik - AC 15, 0/20 (Battle Medicine - Dr Croaker; Unconscious; Wounded 1);
Red (-26)
Felinzi - AC 17, 14/14
**Dr. Croaker - AC 16, 30/30
Auntie Kikiru - AC 17, 20/20
**Arn Neyes - AC 15, 19/19 (temp hp: 4/4; +1 AC vs Constructs)
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Arn steps forward -- just long enough to clobber the statue right in the leg. His club connects that the leg shatters and the statue drops to one knee. Still, the statue continues to drag itself forward and fight on.
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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 5
Tactical Map
Before your Turn:
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Those with ** may go
Palomia Kasik - AC 15, 0/20 (Battle Medicine - Dr Croaker; Unconscious; Wounded 1);
Red (-34)
Felinzi - AC 17, 14/14
**Dr. Croaker - AC 16, 30/30
Auntie Kikiru - AC 17, 20/20
Arn Neyes - AC 15, 19/19 (temp hp: 4/4; +1 AC vs Constructs)
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Looking impassively at the limping statue, Dr Croaker asks, "That looks pretty bad. I think I have the thing for it. Does it hurt when I do this?" he asks, slashing at it.
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"Or this?" slashing at it again...
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Before ◆ moving away so as not to get trampled.
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Dr Croaker clobbers the statue's knee with some air and breaks it clean off, causing the statue to fall to the ground and shatter.
You head back out and notice that the trap you managed to disarm has been sprung. From the blood spatter on the walls, you realize that "Durvin Kline" is underneath a rather large rock. He does not appear to have survived the encounter.
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Felinzi quickly and quietly puts away his dagger when the statue collapses into pieces. "Wooo!" he cheers once that is done. "Nice hittings."
"Now where did crazy guy go?" Felinzi pokes his head out of the doorway and sees the fallen rock and blood. He shakes his head and smirks as he turns back. "Shouldn't rush when there are slow fangs around. Even bad slow fangs can get you when you go fast."
"Doctor Croaker, how is Palomia doing? She is OK, yes? And Relas?"
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Auntie let’s out a sigh of relief. “Glad that is over.”
At hearing the fate of the fake Pathfinder agent, Auntie says “Oh dear! Although it simplifies some things, still I really wish we had a chance to properly talk things out instead.”
Shaking her head, she adds “So sad, him running off like that.”
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Arn, similarly, moves towards the doorway and looks out at the hall. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes... Well, something tells me trying to talk to him wouldn't have done much good. Shame, though.."
When he hears Felinzi's last question, he turns back to the group, also wanting to know if their party member and her cat are alright.
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"Argh...someone's gonna answer for this..." Palo groans as Dr. Croaker's aid brings her back to the waking world. She slowly climbs to her feet and makes a bit of a show of dusting herself off before looking around to gauge the group's general status. "Is everyone else okay? I've still got this scroll..."
Once the healing is managed, she takes a moment to focus and call Relas back to her side.
"There, much better!"
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With Palomia back up, you move on with your exploration of the ruins.
The colorful pits in this room are each 5 feet deep. They were once filled with embalming fluids, but the liquid within has evaporated over the centuries, leaving a powdery residue.
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Exiting the chamber, Auntie leads you to an adjoining chamber. This room is a mockery of a traditional burial chamber. The weapon, armor, and shield in the corner of the room were of poor quality even when they were placed here, and they are now rusted beyond any hope of repairing them. Three stone slabs in the center of the room are slightly loose.
You discover a sarcophagus underneath the slab with its occupant intact. A small stone talisman is atop the mummy
Leaving the room and heading around the corner, you find yourselves in a dead end alcove. The two statues in this room depict a pair of robed skeletons each of which is pointing at the other.
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Felinzi takes one look at the two skeleton statues and erupts into a minor fit of giggles. "He did it," he remarks between breaths and points to both of the skeletons at the same time.
He notes the loose slabs, but doesn't mess with them yet. He is too interested in these skeletons with the posable arms. "Watch the floor," he says while pointing, "there may be more slow fangs there." Felinzi instead goes and checks out the skeletons to see what happens when he moves their arms around randomly.
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"Sure, I'll take one," Palomia nods. "Never hurts to have a little backup in case magical energies run low."
*snerk*
Palomia snickers as much at Felinzi's antics as she does at the ridiculous appearance of the statues. "Whoever crafted this had a strange sense of humor. I like it."
She obligingly steps back a few paces as the kobold goes to manipulate the skeletal arms, motioning for Relas to do the same. "Be careful, alright?"
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Palomia moves the arms. You hear a grinding noise somewhere behind you. You move back out into the hallway and notice light streaming into the corridor.
Entering a nearby room, you appear to have found "Durvin Kline"'s camp.
Most of the objects in this room are mundane pieces of gear, which together form an adventurer’s kit. You find a satchel filled various objects that he has looted from this room. These include an ominous curved dagger with a small onyx gem in its hilt and a mirror decorated with a serpent motif. In total, the contents of the satchel are worth 3 gp.
Moving along, you enter a chamber with an engraved floor. The carvings in the floor glorify Akmajet, showing him leading an army of undead against a city. The carvings represent a grandiose fantasy rather than a historical event.
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Felinzi flinches and looks around nervously when he hears the grinding of stone behind them.
When nothing further happens after a few seconds, he straightens back up and runs out to investigate the noise. Seeing the stone trap reset, he begins giggling again. "Hah. The skeleton statues really did do it."
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As the group moves back out into the hallway to investigate the grinding noise, Palomia makes a sound that's not quite a laugh and not quite a cry of disgust upon seeing what's left of 'Durvin' splattered on the floor. "Huh. I'll take that as my 'someone answers for this' toll, then. Serves him right."
"Well, someone sure had delusions of grandeur," Palo snorts as she studies the carvings on the floor. "That's supposed to be Akmajet leading those undead hordes against ancient Sothis. Not sure who the other figures are, but I guess they fell out of favor with Akmajet at some point. Unfortunately, I can't read what the text says. Really should start studying Osiriani next..."
She pauses to look at the rest of the group. "None of what's depicted here actually happened, though - that's what I meant by delusions of grandeur. Anyway, that seems to be everything, right? We should probably head back out and report back."
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Your exploration complete, you return to the surface and report back to Venture Captain Balentiir. He is relieved to hear that you have dealt with this unexpected danger. He is, however, concerned about your report that someone has been feigning membership in the Pathfinder Society. Balentiir reassures you that he will work with government officials to root out the source of the problem. For now, though, you have earned a rest in the gardens of the Sandswept Halls.
Thanks for playing all!