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'Any guesses how this all works, Sobkey?" The investigator asks as he re-jumps the gap.
Maqej weighs the newest disc in his hand. 'Let's hope this scavenger hunt achieves something." He pulls rope out of his pack, tying one end around his waist and handing Sobeky the rest. "Play out ten feet. That should be enough to let me jump across but stop me from hitting the bottom."
Nice touch with the skeleton.
"It must recharge somehow..." Maqej says. 'let's keep our wits about us..."
The ifrit rubs his blistered skin, still feeling the tingle of pain. Before going on he takes out his wand and casts one charge.
The magic takes away nearly all the pain but the memory lingers. 'Do you want some healing, Sobeky?"
Maqej is too busy admiring the stonework to notice the trap. All he sees is a bright flash of blue light arc toward, and suddenly his body is full of stabbing needles of pain.
Maqej says to Lurodir before they go, 'Don'; worry. I will leave plenty of riddles for you to solve."
"Then let's head back to the tomb. We have work that needs doing." Together the trio head back to the tomb, Maqej again growing eager tot est his wits against ancient stone.
"Just an old mine. Sadly, the horse was crippled int he fall. Sobkey had to put it out of its misery." he looks down toward Sobeky, "Everything all right?"
The ifirt looks at the gloomy, dark mine and fixes it in his memory. With care he climbs up he rope to Lurodir. "Anything happen topside?" he asks the half-elf before turning to help Sobeky up.
Actually I mentioned that Maqej goes in for simple, understated clothes so probably not?
Maqej holds his tongue but he knows there are no scales, no balance. Life is not fair and there is no drive to make it so. There is only power and those who seek it. Facing up the shaft he shouts to Lurodir, "One moment, we are fine. W'ell be up shortly." He turns back tot he paladin and says, softly in the gloom, "Did Ashir have any supplies? We must have them with us."
Maqej looks around, "Big place." he murmurs to himself. I shall have to remember this location.. He turns back to the paladin, kneeling over her dead steed. 'I am sorry Sobeky, will you be able to continue on with us? I know this is not the adventure you were looking for."
I assume infested with goblins, gremlins, kobolds, dragons?
Maqej follows her down, leaving Lurodir at the top with the donkey and Wendell. He places a warm hand on her shoulder, "A sad business." While he is done here he looks around. Why was there a mine in the middle of a desert anyway? What kind of mine?
Maqej shakes his head. If the horse had fallen that far...He sighs. "Sobeky. I will go after the beast, but I doubt it is well after such a fall." The ifirt shakes his head but says, "I have some rope in my pack. Shall we try to find a way down?"
Maqej looks at the hole that Lurodir is kneeling next to. His heart sinks... "Quicksand?" The ifirt asks.
The ififrt squints out into the bright desert sun. 'Your horse seems to have given him the slip, Sobeky. " He pauses, consider going alone but that seems too risky. Splitting up even more, while quicker, could engender disaster. Maqej sighs heavily, 'Come on, let's find him before he trips into quicksand or has to wrestle a hippo alone." In ill-humor he heads into the desert following the tracks.
The ififrt nods, "Let's go and find him. I don't want us to be separated longer then we to. Although with that gun of his, he is surely a match for anything else in here. Amazing, isn't it?" Real emotion enters the usually guarded ifirt's voice. "To kill that thing, from across the room. One bullet!"
Maqej turns to her, "I didn't buy him for his brains. Thank you for retrieving him. Did you see Lurodir? I don't want him getting lost." Or stumbling over a clue and getting to much of my glory...
Maqej looks at the old dusty tombs. While the scorpion provided a flair of excitement, the real problem remains. A dead-end, one that has defeated many others. But... He pulls out the moon disc. The ifirit gazes at the room, walking around, wiping away dust.
The investigator nods, "Very well. If we break new ground today, we are sure to encounter further dangers. Can you both go and recover our animals? I will begin pondering our next step." Without pause he gazes at the room around him, taking it in.
The sheer damage wrought by Lurodir's gun is staggering. One shot nearly tore the head off the beast. Sobeky's acrobatics attacks were impressive but the gun had worked from across the room...amazing. "Are you all right, Sobeky?" Maqej says, going over to the paladin. He had no wish to see his allies hurt. "Anyone use the gadgets I gave you?"
Maqej watches Sobeky wound the massive insect, impressed at her skill and dexterity. Point of fact though he is more amazed at the roar and flash of Lurodir's gun. He would have to ask the elf to take a closer look...No time now. He runs up, rapier drawn.
The blade goes wide however, barely tapping the surprisingly quick beast.
The ifirt stares at the giant insect, eyes wide. It was easily the largest scorpion he had ever seen. His breath catches as Sobeky's assault doesn't even effect the beast. It would not give up it's lair easily. But behidn it lay glory, honor, power. Maqej gritted his teeth, and studied the creature.
He pulls out a small metal stick with a blue button. Quickly he presses it, and a indistinct shield of force appears in front of the ifirt.
"Think you can hit it, gunslinger/" he shouts to the elf then runs forward to Sobeky's aid.
Maqej reviews the mental map again, pondering the extra issue of the mounts. He make sup his mind. 'Let us all go to the larger chamber and get the animal safely put up. Once that is done, then some of us can come back and look at these other ends. They are obviously useful." he holds the moon shaped disc in one hand.
Sobeky, Me, Lurodir, each guiding our animals.
The ififrit shakes his head, 'We can't rely on that, even if the camel was bright enough. We'd never hear them." He turns around, sighing, 'We shall have to bring them with us. Let us hope they are not shaky beasts..." Maqej heads back to the entrance.
Bah, no hints? But in a way that is a yes.
Should I worry about it?
The fifirt frowns at the elf's jibe and says, 'Well, unless we have to shoot it, I suppose it will be my job." Shakign his head he turns to the paladin, 'Let's go onward then and keep this 'key' in mind." With that they backtrack head down the left hand side. They go carefully, watching for scorpions then the ifirt has a thought. 'What if the scorpions are out and return while we are deeper in the pyramid? They could devour our mounts....One of us will have to stay with them."
So nothing else of note on this wall?
Maqej frowns, puzzled. He examines the carved disc closely.
He holds it up to the gunslinger, 'A key perhaps? For another room?"
The ifirt frowns at this strange device. Again, he checks to see if the 'new' image of the moon rotates as well, although he doubts it.
After hearing the click the ifirit grins. This was going much better then he thought. Standing back a bit he announces dramatically, "Stand back, both of you. I think I found something!" With this he examines the disc, moving it, seeing if it will now move or turn.
Maqej sucks in the dry, stale air. Could he have already found something new? Thrilled with his own brilliance he looks for a latch or some other hidden trigger. He draws on a lifetime of tinkering on machines and constructs of all sorts.
"Our first riddle, Lurodir. What do you make of it?" The ifrit goes up the moon, looking closely, rubbing it with his hands, seeking some old clue perhaps that was missed.
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