Oh, bummer. Well, thank you for the game.
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Looking at the others, Azariah shrugged. "Unless one of you can do something with this, shall we examine that other corridor?"
Shaking her head, Azariah replied, "No thank you. We'll save that for if and when we need it. I'd rather not risk you if we can avoid it." Looking at the others, she explained, "Diana is running too low on power for me to keep scanning, and risks shutting down if I do so, so I'm keeping her in case of emergency." Looking around a little, "This place is beyond my skills," Azariah admitted.
Azariah sighed, happy that she had not been harmed, but...well, where was the way out? She hoped like hell it wouldn't be back the way they'd already come. She glanced at the violet energy. "Diana, what kind of energy is that?"
Azariah got some rope out. "And if someone does get zapped, anyone on the other side can pull them to safety."
Azariah made a face. "Yeah, that wouldn't end well. Solid boots would do better." But not well enough to march through the room. "Maybe we can redirect that electric, ground it somehow?"
"That doesn't look at all safe," Azariah considers, peering inside. "Think we can shovel enough dirt in to insulate against the lighting?"
It does slow one down, yes...
Azariah shook her head. "I can't resist it, I'm afraid. If none of us can, I'll open the door anyway. I can heal myself in a pinch."
Congrats John. Best wishes to you, your wife and the little bit.
Azriah moves to support John, on the theory that the one with the melee weapon should probably be up front.
Resting her scythe on her shoulder, Azariah Light spell adding to the illumination. "Keep following the tracks? I hesitate to delay. If we find Khonnir, we can explore more later." Normall, she'd love to explore, but...
"Can is stink up the place? I mean, it's a living rock. It pooped sand." Azariah wasn't over enamoured with the idea of burying the thing. "Besides, we've left plenty of other creatures out. Give it a day or two. Something must eat dead rock creatures."
Azariah waved her hand. "Some bruises and cuts. I can manage without more healing." She wasn't inclined to use it if things went wrong, but they would need to be cautious. For example, she looked at the creature that had given them such a hard time, but didn't approach the fallen corpse to kick it.
I'm here, and happy to post. It seems stable enough now.
"Been worse," Azariah said, wincing. She still wasn't quite up to snuff, but didn't want to waste a spell healing herself further. Still, things seemed to be looking up. She felt...stronger, more powerful. Like a little voice whispering in her ear, telling her how to use her talents in new ways.
Those numbers look right for Azariah.
All updated.
"Agreed," Azariah responded, wincing at the protests her exhausted and bruised muscles made when she moved.
Azariah's eyes widened at the sudden surge of emotion. She glanced over at John, silently asking if he had any idea that was comming. Azariah had been oblivious to the attraction. "Oh my," she murmured, "It suddenly seems much warmer in here."
No worries, gives me time to update.
"Let that be a lesson to us all," Azariah muttered as she woke, rubbing her aching head. "No charging or poking the pooping rock." Shaking her head, Azariah looked around. "I think we either need to head back to town or make camp and rest."
Azariah remained unconscious.
"Damn. Next time, no poking the pooping stone!" With a grunt, Azariah charged the damned thing.
Azariah moved back, keeping one eye on the rock. "Ranged is your department, guys. Hopefully we can take it out at such range."
Swearing, Azariah reaches out and heals Kleora.
Azariah nodded to Stella, looping the rope and then setting both feet against the ground, preparing to heave once more.
Azariah's boots slid, but the heavy, hobnailed soles found a solid purchase after a moment. Grunting, she bunched her muscles and prepared to try again. She glanced over her shoulder. "He's stuck tight and badly hurt. Can one of you give a hand?"
Muttering a curse most unladylike, Azariah instead lunged forwards to try and grab the unconscious gunslinger and yank him out.
Life happens.
Well...rock poop. Azariah opened her pack and pulled out a length of rope, tossing it to John. "Hold on to that, and I'll try pulling you out."
"Diana says the rock is alive - the weird sand has a lot of organic residue, so it might be the rock's...waste." Regardless, Azariah backed away from the rock. She did not want to stand in rock poop, nor become the rock poop.
Azariah stopped, nodding. "Diana, can you identify the sand?"
Azariah kept an eye out, and examined the shiny sand.
Azariah followed the pointing finger, squinting, but after a moment gave up and shrugged. "I'll have to take your word for it. If it's different, it might be worth looking into - shall we?"
Azariah's eyes widened. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I got carried away trying to open the door. Please feel free to carry them."
Azariah nodded, and started trying all the cards to see if one worked first.
Azariah nodded. "Thank you, Diana." Looking to the other she, added, "I can get more of Diana's functions operation by charging and changing the system to either Elven or Draconic. It'll take three hours of sunlight, so I'll do that when we return." She looked at the others. "Do we want to do that now, or shall we continue?"
Azariah jumped as he voice spoke to her, pausing to listen as she did. "It says...it's device, named Diana. It can't use some of it's abilities at the moment, due to a combination of factors. It says these are key cards, and use something called radio frequency chips." She pointed to the other device. "Apparently, that's a electronic lockpick, I'm guessing designed to bypass these kinds of locks if need be." Considering, she added, "Diana also says that - I'm sorry, would you prefer to be called she, he or another identifier, Diana? - that Diana will need charging in the sunlight soon. How much time before we need to return to town because our water breathing has run out?" She added after a moment, "I don't suppose Androffan, Elven or Draconic happens to be a launguage you can currently use, is it Diana?"
Nodding, Azariah lifted one of the metal cards. "Goggle, do you know what this is, please?"
"Ritmush? Yes," Azariah murmured, tapping the goggles with a frown, "And I swear they spoke back. But so far nothing. Perhaps I don't know how to use them, or maybe he was simply...touched by his Gods."
Agreed with role call. I think we're down to four characters now, but I;m not sure. The only thing I can comment on, really, is consistency. I've noticed the best Play by Posts get into a rhythm of posting, which has been hard because we've been a pretty sickly lot. Hopefully, a couple of weeks of us all posting daily will help get that rhythm flowing again, and makes things go much more smoothly.
I'd like to think we can be a little more motivated.
Azariah considered, comparing the symbols to Androffan, but apparently, the device used another language. Given how many there were it wasn't too surprising, but it did suggest they weren't local. "Are we ready?" she asked the others, gathering up what was left and slipping it into her pack.
Azariah shook her head. "No, feel free. I haven't a clue. But maybe..." After a moment thought, she pulled out the goggles Ritmush had given her. "These were supposed to be helpful, so let's see what they can do." Slipping the goggles on, she examined the items again.
Azariah gathered the items up, showing them to the others in case anyone had a better idea of what the more unusual ones were.
Nodding to John, Azariah moved over to the satchel to see if contained anything of use or interest.
Azariah gestured to the plate. "What do you think the different colours mean?" She started to look around as she waited for a reply.
Nodding to Stella, Azariah examined the panel on the door to the right, to see if they could do it again.
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