"I've got you covered sir Dwarf. But it is handy to have a spare in the event I meet an untimely end!"
"All these doors however. Quite ominous."
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"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."
"I'm sure the dead would want us to reclaim it. What use is wealth for the dead? The gods meant for wealth to be spent." Morharis waxes philosophically.
Morharis stares at the sarcophagus, his eyes following the lines of gemstones before blinking and looking back at his friends. "What...what were we here for again?"
Morharis gives Braydir an awkward look but decides that it'll probably be dealt with later.
Morharis checks under the table just in case and leaves Jeggare to check the urns.
Morharis whistles a warning and requests his newfound friends to stand back. He cracks his fingers, rolls his neck and produces his thieves' tools. He sets to work with a methodical rhythm whilst humming to himself. Hm hm hm hm, please don't kill me, hm hm hm hm
"Bloody hells! Reminds me of my mother in law." Morharis laughs and fires a bolt at the creature before him.
Morharis makes a face behind his sleeve of disgust before firing his soulbolt at the creature.
Morharis fires his soulbolt at the statue.
Morharis quietly ponders to himself as he lets his new-found companions speak to the statue. I bet more than a few woman wouldn't mind having their beauty memorialized.
Morharis stumbles backwards at the sudden scene before finding his footing. "A tale like that is enough to make a tavern break into tears." Morharis says somberly before slipping the ring on.
"Aha! Thought too soon." Morharis plucks the ring out of the rubble and turns it over in his hands before showing the others.
"Hm yes." Morharis scans the room disinterestedly as he feels more sure that whatever people lived here must have taken their valuables with them. So much for grand treasure. These fellows are interesting enough though.
Morharis fires a bolt after trying to whap one of the heads with his gauntlet before stepping back and letting loose one bolt after another.
"Gah! Confounding creatures!"
Morharis flails about.
Morharis fires a bolt of energy at one of the heads. "That doesn't look appetizing."
"It's almost as if there is danger just lurking behind the next corner. Or my imagination. Either way." Morharis jokes as he examines the area very finely without leaving a hint of detail out.
Morharis keeps his eyes peeled for any valuables, slightly disappointed in the lack thereof so far.
"Vile creatures indeed! Who knows what torment or undying mission forces them to remain in this place?!" Morharis appears to be having a grand time.
Morharis jerks back as he sees the two-headed monster and fires his Soulbolt.
With as deadpan expression as humanly possible, Morharis sighs. "Shooting a snake is...I should hope atleast, more possible than shooting something that isn't even on the same plane of being as us." Morharis moves up with Jibril and takes his time taking in the room with all it's minute details.
Morharis fires the orb at the snake.
Morharis sighs. "I am a simple man with simple solutions. Fleeing in the face of something I cannot hope to fathom is a wise man's creed. Otherworldly spirits that haunt this realm are not for simple men to ken. Can you really blame a man for leaving it to his betters?" And with somewhat of an admonished look he gestures to Braydir at the end of his speech indicating he believes Braydir to be his better in such matters. "Snakes are devilishly clever beasts. I'm sure there are cracks and nooks that it could've snuck in here through. Shall we jump it together on the count of three?" Morharis readies himself to fire on the creature when one of his party members approaches it. The orb of energy spins more rapidly with anticipation in his hands.
Morharis doublechecks Jibril's work and watches over him occasionally going "MMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" whenever he thinks Jibril might miss something.
"Oh good! Everyone is still alive." Morharis says as he sheepishly rejoins the group after a minute passes.
What a perfect start to a character. In my defense, this seems like a decent way of getting around the problem! Option B is to chuck my potion of light wounds at whatever haunt energies are gathering but thats not exactly raw.
"The spirits gather! This place is dangerous! Run!" Morharis flees as far as his feet can take him in a round to hopefully outrange the haunt's area of effect. His party gets a feeling this isn't the first time he's done this.
"Silver eh? I hope thats not all we're settling for!" Morharis laughs.
"Wow! That sounds about as terrible as what my third wife tried to do to me when she caught me out drinking with a few gents." Morharis laughs at nothing in particular.
"And I am Morharis Neptamu! Also possessor of impeccable fashion sense." He pulls on his pack's straps idly. "An extra set of eyes should be helpful yes? I should be able to spot death before it strikes yes." "My favorite things in life are women, gold, and sleeping in soft beds. Alas I have no luck with any of these." He places a hand on his chest and tilts his head in respect to those assembled. After watching Jeggare with interest, Morharis sheathes his own hands with psychic power and holds a ball of solidified energy between his hands.
Ahhhh so excited.
"Morharis Neptamu at your service kind gentlemen. May this sand wastrel guide thee to riches beyond your imaginations. Ah...but if you could open the door for me I would appreciate it. I'm quite certain there isn't any vicious sand worms on the other side."
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