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Tense, nervous Damion springs forward towards the creature. The Saw the massive furry protector go down. Nerves and tension release. A cackling black energy release from deep inside the throat of Damion. He lets loose a vicious putrid black energy from his tongue and attempts to slam it into the would be king of the surface.
Damion hoists his shield into position. Prepped for the worst. He grips his heavy mace firmly in his hand.
He peers forward; attempting to see around the bend of the stair case. His heart beats faster with each step up. His muscles coiled ready to spring. The lips tremble from adrenaline. Hot fire and violence coursing through is veins. Damion's ears begin to hear the clatter of bone chimes. He know the sound is real. He knew it was coming. Something was about to happen. He only hears the river of bones when something important is about to happen. His shirt becomes damp with sweat and mucus from his pores. The grip on the leather hand hold of his shield squeels slightly has he grips it firmer. Damion begins to mouth a silent prayer. His airy raspy voice is barely audible to those with functional ears. Damion cautiously looks behind him for those in his charge. Damion will not allow any of them to ride the river this day. Not if he can help it. Damion twirls his mace in his hands to stretch his tightened muscles. He begins to coil himself like a spring. Ready to Snap into action at any sudden movement he can detect.
Damion kind of shrugs. He finds nothing where he is. He turns and points at the rugged side of the wall and the exposed next floor. He swings his hand above his head in a small circle and pantomimes throwing something.
Damion begins praying to Pharasma, hoping that he doesn't need another such flask soon. He also thanks Pharasma for such stellar aim. When he opens his eyes. He watches K'Coro search.
Time has well worn these walls and stones.
Damion not knowing what else to do. Decides to do the one thing he knows might do some good. Damion focuses on the cold in his heart, and lashes out with his frosted tongue.
The lash of his tongue flings through the swarm uselessly. Drips of acid burn his tongue. Damion winces, and retreats behind K'Coro. Damions eyes wide with discomfort.
Holds up two fingers to Victor.
More scrawling:
The idea is that your betting which of us would roll higher. It's a simple game for many people. Only one I know... I hear bards know many things, do you know a better game for a few rollers Damion chuckles to himself. What further explorers will think of his fresh scrawlings all over the flor.
He smiles, and points down at the chart, and points to others in the group.
scrawling:
"The good thing about this game, is the players don't bid... just the observers. I may have one, but you my friend, supply the odds. and it's just fun to roll dice! The others seem disinterested, do you know of a two player dice game? Mine is better with a big group." Damion picks up the dice... and gestures to Haranum.
Damion nods and reaches into a pouch and pulls a pair bone Six siders out. He offers Haranum the first roll. He draws a small wager board. The wagers are:
Winning roll determines the payout for any possible bets.
Damion waves his companions over.
Damion nods. And smiles at Haranum. He gestures to the stone floor, and writes on it. Damion's Scrawling: It's nice to take a break occasionally. The dangers we face are perilous, but it seems we are in good company. Perhaps, we could roll some dice while we wait? Perhaps wager some coin or a spoil or two?
Damion fails to grasp what is going on. Damion points at the shatter scroll and points at the secret door. And shrugs. Damion then rummages through his packs for a clean towel. He wipes away mucus that is forming on his brow. Then Damion get's a shocking idea, and begins searching the area for a possible switch to open the secret door.
Damion offers a hand to help Victor stand, as he stands up. His eyes narrow to follow Victor's lips. The mucus covered man nods to the bard. He taps his holy symbol of Pharasma. Damion looks to Harunum, and holds up three fingers. He then holds up a single finger. Damion points at his own holy symbol, then at his throat, and then pulls out some archon hair out of his mouth. He spits again. He then points to the holy symbol, and puts his thumb against Victor's wet patch. Then he points at his holy symbol one more time. Then shakes his head. He produces a small bit of frost on his finger tip, and Gestures for 5 more times. He looks around at Ayana. Damion frustrated just pulls out a note and a pen. He hands the note to the bard. Damion's Scrawlings: I have 1 spell left of that kind. I cast one on the eidolon already, and I have an Inflict spell for our undead friend. I'm not sure if I should save it for something bad. My spells are more geared towards inflicting misfortune on our foes. I have a few support cantrips, but mostly they are aimed at preventing an unfortunate visit with the lady of bones. I think Ayana may have more that can help your eidolon. Thought, I am uncertain. This place is a lot more hazardous than intended. If we should be much more careful in the future.
Damion locks eyes on the flaming skeleton in front of him. He knows that the river of bones needs to claim someone today.
Damion realizes that he is uniquely equipped to handle this opponent. He prays to Pharasma and lashes out with his tongue. It is coated in cold black crackling energy energy.
Damion can't hear the conflict happening above him. But sees a piercing light in the hall way. Damion can't see around the twisting narrow stone stair well. However, he senses something. Maybe it's the way the people above him are moving. Maybe it's the struggle to pull out weapons in such a confined space. Damion closes his eyes and prepares himself to meet Pharasma if this goes wrong. Damion rushes up the stairs, past his allies. He sees the flaming skeleton, and the mighty eidolon laying on the ground. Damion hunches below his shield and places himself FIRMLY against the skeleton's rib cage and hopes aid comes from that which is above. The blazing skeleton all around him, crackles with intense heat.
Damion blinks Watching what just transpired... completely unaware of the javelin trap. Also, completely surprised the Eidolon would just overlook the vote he was trying to hold just now.
Damion's jaw just drops slightly. The silent man gesticulates wildly at the door's voting tally on the door. He sighs. Closes his eyes and thinks to himself a silent prayer. The kind of prayer one only would hear at a graveyard. In the eerie silence and stillness of a place unvisited. Where if you listen closely enough you can hear the wind bend blades of grass. The kind of silence where any sound could disrupt loose soil. This is the prayer he thinks to himself. When he opens his eyes, he looks at Ayana and K'coro and shrugs. He hefts his morning start to his shoulder. His waves his arm outward in an "After you" gesture.
Sniffing... Damion wipes his nose and his eyes. He reaches down and picks up his weapon. He shrugs. Looking at the rest of the party. He looks at Victor, and smiles at Dhampir. Knowing some might consider him evil, but despite this, Victor moves forwards. Motivated by mere precense, Damion takes out some chalk and marks two lines on the door to the south. He points to the rest of the party, and gestures to the door to the east or south.
Damion sees Esdras's stare, and meets it. The oracle tears up in the gaze. His Morning-star slips from his hand as it begins to tremble visibly. He slips to his knees before the archon.
The gaze of a knowing Archon.
Damion sees the banner, and the leaping dolphin insigia.
He shakes his head in frustration. Slick fluid flings from his hair onto the ground. Damion unconsciously cleans his holy symbol of the mucus oozing from his skin.
Damion continues walking around the room. He begins a small prayer to Pharasma over the dead. Preparing small funerary rights for them to commend them to the afterlife. He walks to the corner of the room. He settles in a corner near both doors. He looks at each door and gestures with his hands and shrugs. His intense eyes attempt to read everyone as they move about the now stinky room.
Damion walks in. He get's hit in the face with the smell. His face crease with the sickening smell.
Damion reaches forward and touches Quogup. His holy symbol glows a bit. the glow reaches forward into Guogup. Damion grants Guogup the blessings of Pharasma.
Damion can only hold it together long enough to get the spell out then tries to spit the smell out. He takes a handkerchief and tries wipe the bad smell out of the mucus in his nose. He silently mouths how he thinks curse words should sound.
Damion sees the Esdras go down. Unable to hear the distain in Esdras's voice, or hear it's thunderous bursts in speech. Damion rubs his holy symbol and mentally thinks a prayer to Pharasma, not to take this majestic yet. Damion lashes his tongue out to lick the downed eidolon.
Damion spits hair out of his mouth after the spell is cast.
Damion seeing Victor go up by himself, decides to follow. Damion isn't so sure he's going to be able to climb it so well. He decides to climb easier to climb wall, but takes an extra slow pace as to not screw up. His slick hands making finding purchase along the wall especially difficult.
Damion rushes to Victor's side with shield in hand, hoping to be of some more help.
Damion sees his ally stuck in a web. Picks up his pack, and puts away his acid flask. He walks over drawing a fore-arm length dagger. And begins to cut away the webbing with the short blade. Damion's deftness with the blade is not quite as good as others, but it is serviceable.
After cutting his friend free. Damion looks to the others for guidance. He sheathes the dagger. Adjusts his backpack. And draws his mace. Bracing it between his arm and his chest, Damion wipes away a freshly produces layer of mucus from his face. His pores ooze the thin sticky layer in anticipation of the next hazard. He grips the mace and hefts it looking to those around him for what they are going to do. He follows them when they move.
Damion reaches into his backpack, and pulls out a flask of acid. He looks around for anyone with a bow. He sees Ayana. His shield hand reaches for the pharasmin holy symbol and whispers a small prayer. Damion's throat glows once more, and with a flick of his mouth, his tongue lashes outward. Glancing Ayana's bow arm.
Damion walks into the room. His gaze up at the creature on the ceiling. He points up with his mace. Damion reaches into his pack for something for this. Then sees victor with a shorbow out. He nods, and rubs his carefully polished holy symbol of Pharasma. A gentle glow rises from his throat. He opens his mouth and his tongue darts out and blesses Victor. Damion's tongue then deftly removes his own backpack.
Nervously, Damion looks around. He gazes at victor seeing that he is talking. Damion's eyes drift up to the hole above. Then back to the hole in the wall. He turns his head to Victor and shrugs. He glances at Quogup. He gestures with his mace to the hole above, or to the hole forward. He then slings his shield over his shoulder. Damion sets his pack on the ground and pulls out a single sunrod. With his other hand, he pantomimes activating it. And gesturing into the cave the dogs came from. He turns to face everyone. Looking for a response to his silent gaze.
When it is Damion's turn.
Damion points at the top floor then to the bottom floor holes.
His eyes gaze to everyone else in the group. Pointing at his pack, and then gesturing to each person. Then he motions empathically to the wall of rubble and stone. Damion awaits a response. Damion then gets a flash of insight. He gestures to our new friend, and makes a climbing motion, points to the top most hole. He then moves his hands in a manner of throwing a bundle of something down, pantomiming gazing below. He looks at the Grippli, then back to the others for a response.
Damion stands from his seat. Packs up his bag. And starts to walk after K'coro. His eyes darting around. He then rushes back to the chair, takes out a small cloth and starts to wipe away the built-up mucus on the chair. He cleans it off and turns and begins to follow K'Coro. He has the map. His eyes dart around to the others. His eyes zip between each person. He doesn't want to miss any more information.
Damion stands. Gets together his pen, ink and paper. Stands looking at everyone. He gives a thumbs up. Looking at everyone already read to go. Damion looks himself over. Pats down his face and hands again with a cloth. He picks up his bag. And points in his bag, gesturing with an open upwards palm towards you all. Inside his backpack he has the following:
Damions bag:
Acid, 2 sunrods, Holy Water, crowbar, bedroll, 5 days Rations Ink (3 vials), Ink pen (quill), parchment (9 sheets) Damion points at the straps of other's bags. A curious look creases his face.
Damion reads the venture captain's lips intently. Focusing hard. He writes one more note for the venture captain and slides it over.
Unable to hear the chatter of his allies. Damion's eyes are on the Venture captain.
Damion looks concerned. He writes a notes during the explanation. He writes a note and slides it to the venture captain. The note reads:
Damion waits for the response.
Damion's eyes peer at Ayana. He nods and smiles. Comforted that the fellows here aren't viewing him as a burden. A Witch, a Summoner, A strong looking Nagaji, myself. Who else can we expect on this expedition. He waves at Ayana, greeting her. He offers a small part of food for her Familiar. An offering to her and her magical insights. Damion notices there is a bit of mucus on the food from his skin. He whispers a small prayer over it, and casts a small cantrip to clean it off.
Damion's eye looks at Esdas, and offers a bit of food to it as well. Unsure if he's going to insult the Eidolon with a small offering.
Damion nods. He points at K'Coro lips, and he points at his eyes.
He smiles, sure that you understand. Damion sets a backpack on the ground next to a chair and sits. He pulls out some ink and parchment. He waits patiently.
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