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” இறக்காத கும்பல்களால் ஊடுருவல் அச்சுறுத்தலிலிருந்து மேலே உள்ள மரண நிலங்களை பாதுகாப்பதில் முக்கியமான ஒரு பொருளை நாங்கள் இங்கே தேடுகிறோம். அவர்களின் நகரம் வீணாகிவிடக் கூடாது என்பதற்காக அதைக் கண்டுபிடித்து அதை செயல்பாட்டுக்கு மீட்டெடுப்பது கட்டாயமாகும், இது உங்களுக்கும் நீங்கள் தேர்ந்தெடுத்த ஓய்வு இடத்திற்கும் விரும்பத்தகாத சிரமமாக இருக்கும். அன்பற்றவர்களின் அருவருப்பானது நிச்சயமாக நீங்கள் அண்டை நாடுகளாக விரும்பும் உயிரினங்கள் அல்ல ...”

Nak’T sees the creature and looks to the others. ”I can try and see if I can build an understanding with it. If I don’t, it would be best if I were the closest target anyway.”

He then flies forward towards it and stops an appropriately respectful distance away and takes up a kneeling position. ” வாழ்த்துக்கள், மற்றும் நன்றாக சந்தித்தேன், ஓ கிரேட் ஒன். உங்கள் பொய்யிலும், தூக்கத்திலும் நாங்கள் ஊடுருவியதற்காக எங்களுக்கு மன்னிப்பு வழங்குங்கள், ஆனால் உங்கள் அனுமதியின்றி உங்கள் களத்தில் நுழைந்த குற்றத்தை நாங்கள் சுமக்கத் துணியவில்லை.”

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

"I can possibly fly you mortals down one at a time, though if you need to retreat it will likely result in your demise as you have no easy means of escape," Nak'T says.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Nak'T is quite clearly preoccupied with looking over the strange device.

Nak’T will collect the device and bring it down to the others to examine. ”Looks to be missing something.”

Nak’T nods and begins flying up to the device atop the store.

”Agreed. Let us examine the nearest ones first then work our way outwards to the more distant ones as necessary,” Nak’T says sternly.

Nak't steps up and unleashes a gout of flame from his mouth that washes over the serpents!

Dragon's Fire: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 6) = 14

Nak’T studied the map as it was on display. ”These three here appear to be in reasonable proximity,” he says, pointing to the map. (1, 10, 14) ”They should be the easiest to reach in short order.”

Nak’T’s eyes go wide at the declaration of the amount of time that has passed. ”Six millennia!?!? That...” he pauses, taking a long, steadying breath to calm himself and focus. ”...that makes sense of things. Very little magic can endure that long, and so much has fallen into ruin and squalor in that time.”

Nak’T turns to Irakelesh and replies ”I assume it has been a long time based on the ruined and primitive state of things here in the world. I was tasked with protecting the tomb and body of the Great Pharaoh Djederet I when he passed in the 1,817th year after the founding of the Glorious Kingdom. But something must have been damaged with the wards on my sarcophagus, my abilities and power was not maintained properly. What year is it now?”

When Ai’sha uses his name, or at least what sounds like his name, in reference to that other lesser being, he shifts his wings in frustration. He growls a bit when the deities he was raised worshipping are being referred to as “Old Gods.”

”So, I take it some time has passed since I entered my slumber. What can you mortals tell me of what has transpired in the world?”

The draconian shakes his head. ”I was trained to pick up languages quickly if need be. My kind was created to be able to adapt in order to respond quickly to threats against the God-King and his people. As to your training, I would be willing to teach you some proper technique if you would like.”

Nak’T looks at Alita curiously. ”I know not who or what this Whispering Tyrant is. I presume some sort of undead overlord?”

Nak’T follows the group quietly back to their place of residence. It seemed to be some sort of dining establishment combined with an inn. He cared little that the current parishioners were giving him fearful looks and a wide berth. He sits down at their table and lays his weapon across his lap. After a few moments, he speaks up, speaking fluent Taldane ”I believe I owe all of you an apology. It would seem my abilities and my equipment have waned over the eons. I have been overestimating my ability and it has put you civilians at risk. I shall take efforts to measure the scope of my capabilities a bit more earnestly before charging headlong into battle in the future. However, I must say that your volunteering to undertake this crusade against these undead hordes is, while noble, a bit foolhardy. Do any of you have any experience in combating the Legions of the Dead?”

Paladin 4:

+9 HP
+1 Int
Some skills
Spells
Channel Positive Energy
Smite 2/day

Nak’T doesn’t understand the thing, and doubts he’d care if he could. He takes another heavy swing at the thing.

Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 - 1 = 17
Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 3 = 16

Nak’T continues moving to keep pace with it, slashing at it as he closes in.

Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 8 - 1 = 21
Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 3 = 17

Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 - 1 = 15
Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 3 = 19

Lay on Hands: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Throws dice, lol

Grimacing from the pain of the wound, Nak’T lashes out again as the others heal him.

Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 8 - 1 = 8
Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 3 = 15

Nak’T unfurls hisnown wings and takes to the air to engage the other flying foe. His zeal caused his swing to be quite predictable however.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 8 - 1 = 10

Nak’T moves quickly across the chamber to get at this thing from a clearer angle. Once he has it at a disadvantage, he leaps up and brings the blade of his glaive down at its spine!

Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 - 1 = 22
Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 3 = 14

Nak’T wheels around, looking incredulously at this primitive giving him orders. Nevertheless, he saw how badly hurt the other one was, and stepped around to slash at the creature assailing him.

Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 8 - 1 = 10

Nak’T maneuvers around the battlefield before bringing his blade down on the flying ones back!

Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 - 1 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 3 = 12

Nak’T turns his eyes on the fiends that have appeared, narrowing his eyes at them as he adjusts his weapons grip. He storms across the room, not even waiting for the man to stop speaking, and thrusts his glaive forward and down hard at the lead hound looking thing.

Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 1 = 19
Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 3 = 11

” yetet’erutini mīnī-mīsa’ēwochini met’ek’emi wit’ētama yihonali ፣ negeri gini betikikili mek’ot’at’eri kechalu bicha። bīhonimi ፣ bīyasifeligi inikwani ፣ beḥiyiwetē wisit’i yebetachinetini irigimani mek’awemi befit’iretu layi ye’inē gidēta neberi ፡፡ bichayēni mehēdi kalebinyi wedezīchi yenīwi yoriki ketema gebichē sigati layi ihonalehu ፡፡ honomi ፣ lemarefi ina lemazegajeti ānidi mishiti ifeligalehu ፡፡” Nak’T says as he tightens his grip on his glaive and gives both the apparent leaders a stern look in the eyes.

Ancient Osirion: ” Using summoned minions would be effective, but only if they can be properly controlled. Even so, it was my duty upon creation to oppose the curse of undeath with my very life if need be. If I must go alone, I shall enter this necropolis and tend to the threat. However, I need a night to rest and prepare.”

Nak’T just watches and listens, trying to do his best to piece together the language.

Nak’T nodded in thanks when a somewhat nervous priest attended his injuries. He focused quietly on these people jibbering, trying intently to put his ability to pick up languages quickly to use. It seemed they all used the same uncouth tongue, so that was fortunate for him he supposed. He did notice other dialects and languages, but those were used far less often.

When the others he had been protecting prepared to be led off, Nak’T took his glaive in hand and followed along from behind.

Nak’T is somewhat relieved when he sees the woman saved. Now he turns his attention to the fiends...

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Claw, Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 7 - 1 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 = 7

Claw, Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 - 1 = 17
Damage: 1d4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10

Bite, Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 - 1 = 19
Damage: 1d3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8

Nak’T cannot help it. He can’t let an innocent die needlessly. He unfurls his wings and dashes forward, attempting to scoop up the injured woman in his arms and fly her up out of these things reach!

Will try and pick her up and fly into the air. Even if it means an AoO or two.

Nak’T lunges at the confused man, trying to hold him in his claws until whatever was setting him off against his companions was clear.

Grapple: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Nak’T holds up a hand and stops the rest, seeing their eagerness to descend. He says in the Old Tongue ”Boarded door first. Finish searching up here so nothing can get behind us.”

As the primitives talk in their gibberish, Nak’T moves on to make certain the room to the west is clear.

Nak’T turns to the man and nods, resting the butt of his glaive on the floor as he sizes up the rest of the room. He then turns to him and says I. The ancient language ”Thank you, priest.”

Nak’T picks his glaive up once again and slashes its blade are the foe near him!

Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 1 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Nak’T tried not to let being tripped hinder his ability. He lashes out with claws and fangs, trying to keep the villains at bay!

Bite Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 7 - 1 = 7
Claw Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 7 - 1 = 11
Claw Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 - 1 = 9

Nak’T then immediately swings his glaive around at the man in the funeral mask, hoping to strike him down before he can fully react.

Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 - 1 = 15 vs Flat Footed I hope...
Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 3 = 10

Nak’T narrows his eyes at the men and snarls ” እርስዎ የክፉ እና የመጥፎ አስተላላፊ ነዎት ፡፡ ስለ ክፋትህ ፍትህ ቀርቧል!”

Ancient Osirion: ” You are a harbinger of evil and conjurer of undeath. Justice for your evil is at hand!”

He then takes some quick steps forward and unleashes a gout of flame from his mouth that washes over all the men in the cluster!

Fire Damage, DC 12: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 3) = 8

For the leader!

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Nak’T nods in thanks to the healer as he takes up a defensive posture and watches over the area.

Determined to lay this abomination low, Nak’T utters an ancient taunt before stepping back and attacking once again.

Attack, Smite Evil, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 2 - 1 = 24
Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 3 + 3 = 17

Nak’T spins away and brings his glaive around in a flourish and slashes at the thing once more!

Attack, Smite Evil, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 2 - 1 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 3 + 3 = 19

Despite missing, Nak’T seems intent on bringing this thing low. He spins his glaive back around for another attack...

Attack, Smite Evil, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 2 - 1 = 19
Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 3 + 3 = 17

Seeing this creature of unquestioning evil, Nak’T targets it with his holy fire and slashes at it with his glaive!

Attack, Smite Evil, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 2 - 1 = 14
Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 3 + 3 = 13

Nak'T turns to the creature and then replies in his language.

Nak'T fidgets about uneasily as the others talk in their foreign, undignified tongue.

"ምን እየተካሄደ ነው? ወደ ትክክለኛው ቋንቋ ለመተርጎም የሆነ ሰው አለ?"

Ancient Osirion: "What is going on? Someone care to translate to a proper language?"

Seeing the increased tension in the people with odd tongues, Nak'T tightens his grip on his glaive and steps forward along with them.

Nak'T spreads his wings and gauges the pit's breadth before deciding it is large enough. He then begins lowering himself down to them on his wings. Once there, he holds a claw out to them and flies them back up one at a time.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Nak'T brandishes his glaive and watches the curious thing in continued confusion since his awakening.

Nak'T will extend a claw to the woman to help her to her feet. When she just turns to leave instead, he narrows his eyes and just watches her leave.

He then turns and begins searching the room as well for further threats before moving to secure the entrance.