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After arguing with myself for quite a while, I've decided that I have to cut back on the number of games I'm in. I apologize, life has just gotten too busy for me to keep up. I'll keep on with this one until we get to town, but at that point someone will need to replace me.
"Again!"
Anset tries to get the thing's attention with his spear to open up hit for Bjorn.
I posted about 12 hours ago! Sheesh! :p
Anset raises his hand and invokes the gods of the temple they were exploring. "Lord Anubis, hear me. It is not yet time for this one's judgement. Bless us with your patience and deliver us that we may prove our worth before our time is due."
Anset, being quite devout, dealt with tense situations somewhat better than others. He had no control over what happened next. He could only put faith in his companion's skill and the Gods' mercy. He offered a quick prayer and scanned the room for magical auras.
Anset, as usual, was quiet while the trapspringers plied their craft. He gave silent prayers to lost gods and readied in case the gods were not in a helpful mood.
Should we have a "go back to town" scene before continuing on with the next level? That seems like the smoothest transition to bring new people in.
"Yes. More depictions of Anubis, god of Judgement."
Anset takes a closer look at the statues.
Anset nodded. He was ready.
"I would prefer to damage as little of the structure as possible." Anset iterates again.
Anset smiled at his companions ingenuity again. His Ankh added it's own warm glow to the mixture of lights they carried.
busy day. will catch up tomorrow.
Anset gave a small smile and a nod to Saedue's thanks and moved to wait for the search to finish.
Anset's Ankh pulsed sending healing energies outward. Saedue's bleeding leg knitted itself closed.
Anset was suddenly a little concerned with Amal's cavalier attitude regarding clearing the tomb. The dangers they had run into so far clearly indicated that this place should be handled with great caution. He said nothing though. He simply shook his head slightly, sighing and following behind.
Long day. Please bot me as needed. Will post tomorrow.
Anset, having said his piece, waited for the others to decide. Amal was the one in the most immediate danger, so Amal's opinion carried the most weight with Anset.
"I would prefer to explore one level at a time."
Anset nods and takes up a new position to ready for the next door.
Anset follows Saedue to take position near the statue and waits for the door to open.
Anset studies the room from the doorway.
"You can thank me by retreating towards me when you are injured." Anset says dryly. It was hard to tell if the reserved young preist was teasing the big man or not. "Gather close." Anset motioned the group closer. His glowing holy symbol pulsed once, light washing out like an expanding bubble.
Next time don't retreat away from the cleric. :)
Cursing his backpack, Anset pulled the straps and dumped it in the corner, kneeling to heal Bjoern and hoping the creature did not have the reach to strike him.
If my intentions were not clear, I apologize. The issue seems to be that I forgot to explicitly state that I dropped my pack on my last turn. I will try to remember to do that from now on, but if there seems to be a movement related issue, please ask me.
I'm feeling a little frustrated. I lost my first round's action, which could have been to move while the thing was flat footed.
If I had known Bjoern was going to be at B8, I would have moved to C8, not A8. I wasn't asked. Between struggling with the rather unforgiving pace of the game and feeling like decisions are being made for me when the situation has turned out to be different than I thought it was, I'm finding myself not having much fun. It is not my intention to drop the game. I just wanted to voice my concerns in hopes of figuring out a way to get back to enjoying the game.
Anset saw the wound and knew Bjoern needed help, but the creature was blocking his way and a moment's hesitation had cost him his chance to move without provoking the creature's ire.
Anset eyes the scarab, searching his memory for anything that might lend significance to it.
"I would prefer to leave statues, effigies and other historic relics intact. What they are made of, no matter how valuable, pales in comparison to the worth of what they represent." "The rulers of old were prideful and full of avarice though. I expect we will find plenty of more portable riches before this endeavor is finished."
Anset was clearly not paying much attention to this room for some reason, or perhaps was just keeping his thoughts to himself at the moment.
At Bjoern's request Anset began taking rubbings of the pictographs and carvings in the room.
"Save your concoctions, Saedue. These creatures do not seem to be a significant threat. Let our warriors carry this."
Anset was quiet again as he waited for theories to determine their course.
"I can tell you much of the old gods, Saedue. There is wisdom in their teachings. For instance, Anubis tells us that the dead are no longer subject to mortal laws or contracts. It is in that way that debt cannot pass to others upon death. For the same reason, the dead cannot be said to own anything. Ownership is an aspect of life. The one exempt from that rule is Great Osiris, a Lord of Ressurection, for whom life and death are one in the same. Arrogant men seeking to place themselves on par with Great Osiris build tombs in which their possessions are placed, and often refuse to be judged by Anubis when they die. Their spirits remain and they soon realize no amount of jewels, art, mummified pets or slaves will keep them satisfied. Their tomb becomes their prison and madness sets in, for mortals are not gods. Our minds are not meant to exist in both worlds as Great Osiris does." "In nearly every instance it is covetousness, the simple desire for something, which leads a soul to unrest." "Anubis teaches us that our worth is dependent on the weight of the burdens we carry. He places a feather upon one side of his scale, and we step onto the other. Then he questions us, reading from the book of life. For the heavy hatted the questions are as torture. Through our answers we gain enlightenment our spirit is made lighter. Only when we have released enough of our burden that the feather weighs more than ourselves to we gain entry into paradise." "Some never let go. They step off the scales and return to their burdens instead. Some, in their arrogance, simply chose that from the beginning, dooming their souls for refusing to be judged." Anset stared into the mirror for a few moments and shook his head in disapproval similarly to the way the ghost in the reflection had. "You are dead, Ankhtepi. You own nothing any longer. Your mirror sits before two gods of death who's laws are clear. Your judgement no longer holds meaning in this world." he said quietly.
Anset smiles slightly and makes a small bow and a respectful prayer to the jackal-headed statue. He places a single silver coin on the ground, lights a candle of of one of the torches, and places the candle on top of the coin. "This is Anubis. God of Judgement. When the faithful die, it is onto his scales our hearts are placed. He knows our worth." His small ritual complete, Anset takes his place next to Saedue again and prepares to move on.
My low post count is primarily due to my dislike of "filler posts" and the fact that I'm playing a pretty quiet fellow. I check the boards constantly. The only exception to that is Saturday, when I have limited internet access. I apologize if my post count has delayed the game at all. That's one of the reasons I don't play scout characters in PbP anymore. I simply don't have the time to keep up anymore (that might change in a few months, but for now once a day is about all I can reasonably manage). Its been my experience that in dungeon-crawl games, the scout role usually has to post 2-3 times as often as the rest of the group. There are some GM tricks to reduce the effort needed by a scout but they involve the GM making a lot of rolls for the character, and/or spoiling information in advance. My suggestion, since we have another lock-picker in the party, is to let Bjoern take up the primary scouting role in any situation where stealth isn't a primary concern.
Anset followed as well eyeing the statues. He hadn't noticed the odd mirror yet. [dice=Know. Religion]1d20+5/dice]
Anset understood why the remains of the cat were there. He needed not inspect them or disturb them. The remains of animals were not his concern. Their path chosen by luck, Anset followed and waited for the door to be opened.
The lack of adornment on the interior walls was intriguing, but Andet did not yet have enough information to suss out the reason. He waited quietly while the others chose a direction.
Anset waited calmly, his eyes slowly running over everything in the new room. Checking doors for traps and safely unlocking them took time. Anset was the soul of patience. There was always something new to consider in a relic-filled tomb.
Checking in. Really long day. Probably won't get a post in tonight. I'll catch up tomorrow.
"Possible." Anset said with a thoughtful nod. "There is not enough information yet to tell, but as the mystery unfolds, that would be an excellent hypothesis to work from as a baseline."
"Quite." Anset concurred. "This mural is likely but one of many. Like puzzle pieces, each will add to a clearer final picture of the history of this place."
"The shield on the guardian is warding toward that door. I do not believe this is coincidence. The door is likely meant to hold back the guardians of the tomb as much as it is to keep treasure seekers at bay. We should ready to be attacked when the door opens." Anset moves back into position behind the warriors, next to Saedue.
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