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Memnon has indeed been quieter than normal this past few. He didn't participate in the last fight, and he caught some rather bad damage from the fireball the medusa tossed up. He is wobbling a little as he flies. When Justin asks him about mummy wrappings his answers are scattered and vague. Justin is suddenly painfully aware that there is no way to 'heal' Memnon, and he has been copper and silvered in the health department these past few fights, but it has to be adding up
The crystal skull suddenly blazes with a strong magical light. Justin can see again! Although not very far "I think our stealth is pretty much shot" Memnon observes dryly He swivels over towards the shadowy bulk of a petrified camel, caught in mid bray, neck extended. "That's your huckleberry, over by the horse built by committee"
"Rassin-Frassin,... Sorry Hamar. Mem! Can you get me a clear shot between Alessia and Hamar? Try not to charge into the room guys. I'm gonna light 'em up!" “GO LEFT! NO! YOUR OTHER LEFT! LOOK OUT FOR THAT …” There is a thudding and a crashing sound as if a lanky wizard had just tipped over a statue YOU’RE LIGHTING US UP LIKE A SOLSTICE TREE AND WE AIN’T GONNA LIKE THE PRESENTS!! The skull howls as the dynamic duo attempt to get a bead on their foe
“Boss it’s like a showcase of badly-done statues here”
Memnon looks at the brawny barbarian “Nah, I’m good. I can move, I’m just a bit fractured. I’ll stay in the back and hope we don’t find any more speedy murder puppets in here. “ He levitates a bit higher “Plus I don’t get the benefit of Mel’s ‘God Bombs’. I need some glue and powdered glass for my cracks”
Memnon looks … damaged . He has several cracks, and it looks as if Mel’s healing magic didn’t affect him. He swivels up, and Justin notices that his eyes are a different color “Hey boss. Yeah. That fight took a bit out of me. I’m usually not on the front lines, ya know? And, um, well …” The purple skull hesitates “When I took that hit, the force damage kinda scrambled some things. I remember some things. From way back. Like that purple bomb trick. I’d forgotten how to do that. Some other stuff to. It’s kinda a lot to process “
Memnon has been curiously silent since the fight has been over. He droops over in a corner his hat askew
The party hears a weird sound come from the back of the room. Memnon rises up, his eye sockets blazing. purple energy wreathes his crystal skull, and he look almost ...scary? the flaps of his knitted cap flutter like agitated moth wings
Memnon streaks towards the golems
A pair of muscular purple ectoplasmic arms appear under Memnon, and a whirling ball of arcane purple runes swell between the palms of these ghostly hands. He hurls this ... Syntaxball? at the Choreographer [force/touch atk] The fist-sized purple tangle of runes strikes the Choreographer, blowing a chunk out of her midsection. One of the ectoplasmic arms pumps a fist in the air
As the Choreographer golem whirled through the party like an avatar of the obscure knife god Ginsu, Memnon tried his best to do what he did best - get the heck out of the way. Unfortunately, he was too slow this time. The golem's force blade spears him in one glowing eye socket. He utters an unearthly scream and tumbles end over end to fall to the ground
The door seems to be free of magics, as far as Justin can tell. His keen eye does spot another declivity like the one that he put the jade frog brooch into previously Memnon zips over to the door “This looks like some sort of long-form prayer to Tsathoggua. That’s that frog-nasty this guy seems to worship “
Memnon looks over the runes “Yeah this is a real head-scratcher boss”
DM Rolls:
The party hears Memnon talking loudly - instructing Alessia as to what he needs “OK. Now grasp that spine looking thingy. Yes! Gently…I SAID GENTLY! DO YOU WANT TO SEND US TO TARTERUS!??!! Now rotate the second vertebrae from the break until the broken piece comes off. Yes, that’s good. Now , I’m going to slowly back towards it, and I want you to gently attach it to where a normal spine would be on this skull. Got it? Ok. One two .. OH SWEET MOTHER OF MERGATROYD! I SAID GENTLY! THIS ISNT ONE OF YOUR SWORDS TO JAM INTO A FOE, SISTER!!! OWWW!!” After a bit more bickering and a few suspicious crashes, they both come out. Memnon griping loudly, Alessia silent, but radiating a certain homicidal intensity “Well, I found the door. We can kill two goblins with one sling stone. The exit is in Ranerius’ reincarnation room. Which is in the town, in the Black Tower”
Whistles tunelessly
“Pervert?” Memnon huffs “Don’t strain yourself with multi-syllabic words, my unibrowed friend “
“Well, I found out that I need another set of hands if I’m going to try that trick. I can’t get it straight without an assist. Can someone brave the necro lightning and help me attach the spinal cord of doom?”
The purple skull coughs. A neat trick, considering he doesn’t own lungs “Well, I tried to hook up to that spinal cord doohickey. I thought maybe I could get into the machine directly using my skull as an interface. I thought wrong”
The party hears a few loud ZZZZZZZAAAAPPP!! sounds. The purple flashes strobe brighter and then fade. Memnon comes wobbling out of the building, his skull smoking “Whoo! Did anyone see which way that terrasque went?”
“Thanks boss!” The skull zips in, a pair of translucent magikal hands appearing as he enters the flickering doorway DM Rolls:
Memnon floats towards the small building, the flashing purple lightning illuminating him in an eerie nimbus “Wish me luck”
Before Hamar sets off Memnon pipes up “Boss, I have a bit of experience with chaositech. The Ranäisians loved messing with it. Maybe I can still access it. The necro blasts shouldn’t affect me, I don’t operate on those wavelengths lifewise “
Justin gets the feeling he is trying to use a complex magical artifact that has seen better days. He begins to try and bend it to his will and suddenly his god like point of view begins to spin like a top. Memnon is suddenly distracted from his incidental lechery by a flickering in the sunlight. He swivels upwards and speaks “Well, that’s certainly interesting “ Those who swivel their eyes upwards see the sun/eyeball has begun to spin, the cat iris flashing as it circles about Justin gets a splitting headache and yanks the helmet off, staggering slightly. The flaming eye sphere regains its equilibrium, just in time to sputter out for a few moments again Memnon pipes up. “Boss, I think that thing might need to be hooked up inside the room to work correctly “ There is a rending crash from the room as Alessia destroys something else “Assuming there is anything left to hook it up to”
Memnon huffs “Philistines. “ He swivels to look at Hamar and Justin “A Dispel Magic will suppress the field for a bit. But it will snap back”
Justin stares at the soft pastel glow and draws a blank. He hmms and strokes his chin thoughtfully while desperately trying to figure out something to say about it when the crystal creep pipes up “Fascinating! I haven’t seen anything like this since my days in Ranaïs. Necro-augmented chaositech. This mummy was a higher roller than I thought!”
"Ugh. Ive said it before and I'll say it again. Magic cleaning is no substitute for good old fashioned soap and water. pee-YEW!"
Memnon twirls in that odd way that signifies a shrug “I mean, there are a lot of uses. Alchemists can make all sorts of mutagenic masterpieces from it. There’s protection from petrification potions, anti-anti-magic potions (would that be pro-magic?), basically any spell effect that a beholder has, its ichor can mimic”
Memnon discusses the carboy full of Beholder juice “Well boss, the container has a glammer on it, some sort of specialized gentle repose spell I’m thinking. Some magewrights make containers like that when dealing with substances that spoil easily. However, the clock IS ticking. My advice? Find an alchemist and sell/trade it. It won’t maintain its properties long”
"Boss, these things have four eye rays! Fire, cold, electricity and petrification!"
Memnon zips about agitatedly “They are immune to acid, sonic, and cold. I think the only thing that might affect is that Giant deadly popsicle Karrin uses” Ferissirion growls, but it sounds more like the sound a dog makes when someone speaks their name
Memnon flies out from under Justin’s coat “You know, cleaning spells can’t take the place of an occasional shower boss…. PHEW” Considering the flying Winter Solstice ornament has no nose, Justin is pretty sure he’s joking He looks at the approaching abberation “YIKES! Heads up! That’s a flying polyp! If a wind elemental and a gibbering mouther had a love child, that’s what it would look like! They’re tough, magic resistant, and their flesh is not wholly in synch with our reality, so they are hard to hit! Merle, you’ll like this - they are vulnerable to electric blasts!”
Memnon twirls about, his orange hat tassel bobbing out “Judging from the lay of the land, the tracks Alessia noted, and the statistics of portal placement mentioned in Drubbish’s Legidarium Locus Portalaie, I think statistically the left path is our best bet”
"Guys! These things are Formless Spawn! They are literally the animated taint sweat off Tsathoggua's gnarly ballsack! Don't use electricity or piercing weapons against them! They are tough and heal fast!"
"You know, Beholder ichor is a prized ingredient in a lot of magical consumables. I mean ..." He looks at the large glass carboy, which looks to be holding a good couple of gallons in it "It's not like WE sucked it out of him"
The crystal skull’s knit hat bobs as he looks over Justin and Alessia’s shoulders “Beats me boss. Maybe it’s a kuato” Besides hissing, the goblin remains cowering in the corner. It looks as if it has had serious traumatic injuries in the past. Its hide looks like it is covered in healed burn or acid scars
“Hows about summoning something with big claws and whomping on them? Instead of celestial glow worms?”
The fire rays light spill around Memnon, making him a giant glittering mirror ball skull “Justin, you are such a trouble magnet” He sighs, dropping behind a metal rafter beam
“Whatever will get the job done, boss” The purple skull zips around agitatedly as the flame raven shrieks and beats against the abberant creature
Justin rises into the chilly grit-filled air. There are no clouds, just a dim sourceless light lighting up the undulating pale dunes marching off into the distance. As he gets higher, he sees a cluster of buildings in the distance. There are also some indications of other buildings in the distance, but it’s hard to judge how far away
He suddenly sees a small dot coming at him at speed. As it approaches, the purple hue and orange hat identify his wayward mimir sidekick. “Hey boss. There’s a village about 10 klicks ahead. Petitioners walking around. Look vaguely like typical desert folk. “
“Well boss, I haven’t been here in the flesh” Memnon snorts, his hat’s Pom Pom jiggling with his mirth “But I do know a bit about the landscape. This is what the sages call a ‘deteriorating plane’. At one point it was very active. There were a lot of gods and their petitioners that dwelt here. Then, something changed. Maybe some pantheons went out of fashion, maybe the moral ethos that sustained it became less popular among the primes. “Whatever the reason, Pelion became depopulated. Its realms dried up, its cities became uninhabited. Deities that were left moved to greener pastures. Chunks of the plane itself began to decay away or get pulled to other realms. Nothing is forever, even the afterlife. “ Memnon looks around at the cold desert scene “Now the plane serves as a giant burial tomb. The few deities that still operate here are concerned with death and secrets. They tend to be from older religions as well. There aren’t a lot of petitioners here, but those that are will be wary of strangers” Memnon hovers by Justin “As to our location, I would think that we’ll stumble on something fairly quick. The plane is getting smaller and smaller. I’ll take a look topside “ With that, Memnon zips straight up
Memnon answers Justin's question "Well Boss, I've never been to this plane. I've read a bit about it though. Ossa is the name, but some also call it Aquallor. It's big among the Olympian deities set, and the Elves. Eladrin live here as well" He bobs his skull over towards a winged elven looking cutter eating a plate of fried shrimp nearby "The water here is relatively shallow, most of it under 10 meters. Perfect for water-breathers who don't like the murky depths"
"That easy? I don't know seems kind of sus" Memnon shakes his crystal skull “You tieflennials and your crazy slang. “ He laughs “Besides, getting that circlet was hardly ‘easy’. We all trouped down to the Negative Energy Plane after you folks took on my old nemesis Thakhotis and scampered all over my former home battling Pelor knows what. Then you promptly forgot about it”
Memnon flys over towards Karrin “It’s even easier than that sweetcheeks. If that’s his skull we put that circlet on the skull on the wand and WHAMMO! No more skull. Thus, no more wand.”
Memnon zips over and takes a look “I saw similar things on Ranaïs, boss. That looks an awful lot like the control circlet for a Skeleton Warrior. I’m assuming the name is the poor berk whose soul is trapped in that thing”
“Sorry bossman, but I haven’t heard that name. Maybe the bloodsuckers have an atlas inside?” Memnon’s hat bobs gently, the Pom Pom swinging as he floats by Justin
Memnon coughs. The affectation is a strange one for a floating skull with no lungs “Boss, that looks like a sentient pile of junk in giant worm form. The stink is some sort of weak acid. I’d guess a construct of some kind, like an old war machine? I’d say hitting it with fire might do the trick, but it had better be hot!”
“Yeah it’s the door or climb back out”
Memnon flits about nervously “Boss, I haven’t heard anything. What should we do?”
“Awww do I GOTTA?”
You made a friend?
“Weelllll, so much for stealth”
Memnon looks at Justin “Meatbag, I can tell you what the source is. You got a dozen spell-casting mooks fighting you! I ain’t going in there. They can see, I can’t. How they do it don’t matter. You’re just guessing they sense life. Don’t assume things, you’ll make an ass out of you” The skull mutters to himself “I oughta write a complaint letter to his university for passing him along. Must have had rich and influential parents ...” |
