"Ah, yes! You come at a most convenient time. Very convenient indeed."
"Some might say suspiciously convenient but I am a very trusting Man. Jeggare Crook is my name." he says, extending a hand.
Search Posts
"Perhaps we should take a peek inside the sarcophagus. Just to be sure it hasnt been tampered with and that the one within has been properly buried." "Perhaps we should. It would be good to identify who it is if possible anyway." Jeggare opens the sarcophagus.
"I am uncomfortable with stripping the resting place of the dead. Do it if you feel the need, but I think we should leave the sarcophagi alone, lest we bring down the righteous wrath of the dead."
"I agree. We should not disturb the corpses themselves, nor the grave goods in the shrines, but the dead have no use for these decorations."
Jeggare steps in and punches some kittens from reach.
Or not. "I still feel the fire would work better!"
"Do I have your permission to burn you this time, Braydir?" Jeggare asks, a cheeky smile on his face.
Jeggare looks inside the urns, and if he finds nothing, waves for everyone to follow him toward the east door.
Jeggare gives him a thumbs up. "I believe in you! You will certainly not get us all killed."
Jeggare, seeing his enemy is dead, simply makes his ethereal gauntlets disappear and reforms them.
Jeggare also charges inand strikes the creature from Reach.
Jeggare rubs his own jaw. "I don't believe you've quite mastered the technique yourself, Braydir. The positive energy burst afterward is a key part of the process."
"Braydir, come here and let me see those wounds. Hold still." Jeggare takes a second to concentrate, then socks Braydir in the face.
"I am sorry for the rough treatment, friend. My medical style is unorthodox, I admit."
Jeggare moves in slightly, channeling holy energy through his gauntlets. With one hand, he strikes the bug. The other he waves toward Braydir, restoring some of his vitality.
"If you weren't covering your eyes that might have hit!"
Jeggare moves up to the front of the group and stands ready.
"It doesn't seem like they notice or care about us out here. Maybe they are supposed to guard this specific room? Hajar, try blasting one from out here."
"Did nothing in this place stay dead? What roused them so?"
Jeggare summons a fare of orange energy around his fists and einds back for an extra strong punch!
Jeggare moves in, the urge to rest washing off him like a wave on a cliff. He lashes out with his gauntlet, spikes growing from the knuckles as he slams them toward the creature.
The spikes embed themselves in the sand, crippling the creature with pain.
"Well, she certainly doesn't seem unfriendly at least. Kind of weird to see a statue made of sand though." "Why does this house have an evil spirit?" he asks.
"I am Jeggare. Pleased to meet you Miss...?"
"Ah, young love. Dangerous in so many ways."
Jeggare reaches out and touches another head.
He crushes the next one in between two palms.
"I told you so." Jeggare steps in to attack.
Jeggare plucks one of the heads from the air, and slams it palm first into the ground. It splatters like a ripe melon, and moves no more.
Jeggare is more curious about the garden, but follows after Malik so they're not spread out too much. "Things have been very calm recently. I don't trust it."
"I guess they felt they were abandoned by the gods?"Braydir shoots him a look, "If they were then they deserved it. Tha Gods do nae desert ye unless ye have given them cause ta do so!" "Do the gods interfere every time you ask? Even as a priest, you do not have all the power of your god on tap. These people even less so." "Non-interference looks much the same as abandonment to those who have never known different."
Jeggare takes a look around the shrine.
"I guess they felt they were abandoned by the gods?"
Jeggare heads south.
"I support your desire to lay them to rest, Khere, but they have lain for years in relative peace. Can they not wait a few minutes longer?" "Or we could bury them now, no? We are in no particular hurry. I would hate for you being weighed down to result in injury that could otherwise be avoided."
Jeggare also keeps an eye out, but mostly for any more surprise threats.
Jeggare steps in and slams an armored palm down on the bug.
Or, tries to.
"Forgive me Jibril but I must burn them." Jeggare says, and throws a flask of Alchemist's Fire.
Jeggare likewise moves in slightly (but attacks from Reach) and tries to lay the hurt on a skeleman.
"Ah, good! I was beginning to wonder if I was somehow cursed."
"Well, only one way to find out the difference." Jeggare says,a nd heads into the room.
"Agreed, but we should still look around and see what this building holds." Jeggare carefully look around and slowly moves in.
"I kow what it is too. Dead!" Jeggare jokes, and gives the dog a wide berth as they move forward.
Jeggare punches it.
Or around it.
Jeggare shrugs as nobody steps up to move, and goes to check out the door to room #5.
"Yes, I think we'd better move on. No use in wasting time." Jeggare bows his head and gestures in a flourish for the trapmeisters to proceed with checking the next door.
Jeggare walks into the room. "Since it has not attacked or fled, perhaps it is friendly?" he says, and tries to walk past the creature. whatever it is.
"I am sure we will handle whatever may come with aplomb. Though perhaps it might be best to give the snake a chance to flee, no?"
"A snake? If it lives, perhaps this place was not as sealed as we previously thought."
Since they're taking a full minute to make sure the door is safe, Jeggare sees no harm in pointing out little details to Jibril.
"Excellent work, Braydir!"
Jeggare takes the offered hand, squeezes just ever so slightly harder than Braydir, and winks at him. "Yes!" is all he says to Jibril's suggestion.
|