Scratching his scales with an annoyed expression on his face, Galtar pats Pisco on the shoulder. "Well done! Might as well disable that other one too! Maybe we should think about finding a decent place to rest soon?"
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Right about then, Galtar finally fishes out a crowbar from his pack. "Oh, nevermind. he says sheepishly. "East?" he points down the corridor closest to where they entered.
"Certainly a crafty lot that built this place. I wonder what secrets this one hides! If you are confident Lidras, let us find out!
Octo-Galtar's soft form shivers and shudders as he changes into the form of a dragonborn once again! "My brash actions awoke this ancient evil, but well done Katra, you are a true daughter of the mountain! Your power and your faith are certainly formidable!" Stashing the rings and the bracelets for later, Galtar seems ready to continue.
Octo-Galtar moves closer to the tomb and beings collecting the valuables, efficiently plucking the small items and handing them off in turn to the other party members. The bracelets and rings look quite fashionable on four of his tentacles.
After Pisco opens the tomb, Octo-Galtar reaches up with a long tentacle and tries to remove the axe from the wall.
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Octo-Galtar will hold back, but wrap his tentacles around Pisco, should he allow it, to help pull him quick out of danger should the trap spring.
Octo-Galtar moves over to the stone and unfurls his tentacles onto it, pushing with all his might!
Octo-Galtar points a long tentacle at the green mass lurking on the ceiling.
Octo-Galtar indicates his readiness to continue to into the room the water rushed out of, waving his tentacles with urgency.
Having a grand time with the flood of water, Oct-Galtar does his best to hold his ground and use his 15' tentacle to aid his friends from being washed away.
I should be back to normal now, reading and getting caught up. Thanks guys!
Octo-Galtar splashes into the water and follows behind the creature, wary of betrayal, ready to lash out with his 15' tentacle attack. One of Octo-Galtar's tentacle's taps Cloudrunner on the shoulder and then pulls back over his expansive body pointing down at himself a few time. The giant octopus can easily swim on the top of the water.
I'd like to echo: Low posting on my part is usually because of life situations and not lack of interest. This has been a lot of fun so far, and I am really interested in this character both mechanically to see what he can do, and find out who he is. A dragonborn who can really turn into anything? For Deep Space Nine fans, I think of him like a Jem'Hadar physically, who has been genespliced with a Founder. His personally roughly matches what you'd expect from that too. The site issues are getting really bad (or continuing to be really bad I guess). As an IT professional I have second-hand embarrassment for the Paizo tech team. For the language stuff, that is tricky. Lots of people have different opinions about when/if/how to use a language barrier. Personally, if it actually helps further the story is some interesting way I'm totally onboard. If it is just a lazy/sloppy design element, I'd hand wave it away somehow (just have it all be common, or everyone gets the language as a bonus language, etc). I am going to be sparse Thursday, Friday and into mid-day Saturday. Please bot me as needed. Keep up the great work GM Infinity!
Octo-Galtar holds his attack, listening to Pisco and Lidras' back and forth.
The giant octopus seems indifferent to most of the acid spray, and lashes out again with a long tentacle but fails to grab the slippery slug.
Galtar begins chanting an ancient prayer! The dragonman transforms into a giant octopus and grabs at the giant slug with his writhing tentacles!
Galtar checks out the western alcove fountain cautiously. "What have we here...?"
Putting his two hands together, Galtar makes a fluttering motion. "Wanna see if you can grab those gems Lidras? You can use my spear if you'd like."
Galtar tries to identify the silvery tracks...
"Pisco, does this statue look safe to you? I have a funny feeling about it..."
Galtar grimaces, "If we can believe our siren friend, it sounds like we've got a long road ahead of us." The dragonman waits a moment for his companions to join them, and then heads down the secret passage, cautiously approaching the corner.
I've been a bit slow this week, sorry. Back to work after a week off and apparently...they want me to...work? Ewwwww :)
Galtar hops over the pool of water in the middle of the hallway, and joins the winged elf. Galtar seems a bit crestfallen when the door opens to a room with more water. He points down the secret passage, "I think this looks like a lot more fun. How about you?"
"If she is a demon, best we deal with the problem head on. If not, perhaps we can find a bit of sanctuary? the dragonman begins picking at the stuffing of his bedroll, balling up some material and stuffing it into his ear holes. "Onward!" he calls, a bit too loudly.
Galtar laughs loudly and then claps his three fingered hands together! "Excellent! Most excellent Cloudrunner!" Galtar takes a moment to try and focus on the sound to see if he can identify it any better.
Galtar looks at the door, the mud, and the silt. "We need to flush it away with more water. I know a sacred rite that can do such a thing, but it will take me some time and rest in order to prepare. Expending our drinking water on this would certainly be foolish until we locate an exit to the surface or another fresh water source."
"I'm pretty sure that," Galtar points to the boulder, "is alive. I see no reason to fight it." "Pisco, perhaps you can ask it about the gas?" Galtar keeps the immediate concern forefront in his mind.
Galtar mutters something about channeling the jungle cat spirits and makes a running jump over the pressure plate area. Once in the new room, Galtar studies the crayfish. Particularly interested in the relationship the boulder may play in it's nesting habits.
"Seems odd for such a creature to be so far from a water source. The mud surely cannot be enough."
Galtar examines the new space carefully after Cloudrunner apparently triggers some kind of pressure plate.
Galtar points at the little Shepard figure. "That thing is a key, right?"
Galtar spends a few moments studying the gas, and then shares with the others the slow danger it posses. :P "Cloudrunner, any luck opening that door?"
Galtar spends a few moments studying the gas, and then shares with the others the slow danger it posses. Galtar searches for any obvious source of the gas. The dragonman seems troubled by the light situation, as a test he takes a torch from his backpack an lights it, extinguishing his magical flame with three quick shakes of his hand.
Galtar stands, brushes himself off, and readjusts his gear. The dragonman holds his right hand out and says speaks the word "dracarys." A small mote of fire springs forth from his palm and illuminates the area around him. While Lidras and Cloudrunner examine aspects of the chamber, Galtar takes an interest in the gas. Gas: Generally:
Are these people we see like the villagers, or the demons? Do they seem to take notice/react to us at all? Do any of them appear to have made the fall with us?
Galtar nods in agreement with Lidras' sentiments. "Onward then to discovery!
Galtar snorts loudly a few times while looking around at the chaotic mess of horse tracks. "I do not understand this display of strength. Clearly the village was no match for them, but if they believe the villages so weak, why take them? I wonder how they will fair against true strength?"
"Never seen anything like that, but clearly these demons mean business." Galtar checks the chaos as best he can for signs of dragonborn tracks.
Galtar has a grand time a long the way, enjoying the heat, picking leaves, berries, and pods along the way.
Cat fight! :)
Very cool! I love the old 2e box set stuff, though I never had the Maztica one. How long do we anticipate this journey to take? A few days following the logging tail?
"How far is this village? Dispite the current state of troubles, it may be a good place for me to seek Meztli and for us to try to locate Tamocahan." Galtar suggests to Lidras. "Daughter of Moradin if you are ready to leave, our scout Pisco should be able to lead the way." Galtar heads back into "The Tavern" to retrieve his massive pack, returning after a moment and ready to set off. "Pisco, I should be able to render my assistance should you find yourself in need. I have a special way with the plants and animals." Galtar's lips pull back in a smile.
Galtar looks to Pisco, "Can you have her describe these demons at all? Many times that word is thrown around, and can mean many things to different people. You and I may be demons to her. Does she know why they were taking her tribe? Or where? Did they come from the direction of Intli?" The dragonman nods at Lidras, "Indeed you did, and I deeply appreciate your willingness to keep your word. Things would be better if more people believed that. If these demons are using emeralds of this size as weapons, they either do not understand or do not care about the value of them. Unless perhaps they truly have no value. A gem this size could certainly hire more labor they they are attempting to press into work. What say you, dwarf? Do you have an eye for gems?"
Galtar steps forward toward the men, in his deep voice calling for the vines to retreat. He picks up the two emeralds, and secures them in his pouch. "Fools," the dragonman regards them with disgust, "do what you like but you better not uncork what you can’t contain." Galtar moves to stand near as the dwarf tends to the woman. "You appear to be a capable healer, quick thinking. I am sure she will recover." The dragonman then calls to Pisco, "Do you understand what she is saying, scout?"
Galtar joins the others outside, watching the crowd and the chaos. Following the gems as they change hands. The dragonman waits patiently for the two men holding the emeralds to try and bolt with their ill-gotten gains.
Ready Action: Cast entangle on centered on them should they start to run away. DC 13 Str Save or be restrained.
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