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Okaris sits in the shadowy corner of the tavern and watches his companions. As he sits there he is assaulted by the pungent smell of incense, spices, and sweat. Slowly he looks around, noting the patrons and the mood of the crowd, he watches and holds his tongue while some of his outgoing companions interact with the other adventurers.
Sorry for my silence, been swamped.
Exactly average.
Okaris chants for a second and an orb of snow appears in his hand. He takes aim and hurls it at the beetle in the center of the hall.
Okaris stops and examines the tracks. Lost in thought he strokes his beard as he try’s to place them after a moment he points the tracks and holes out to his companions, ”More of those tracks and perhaps some burrows too.”
Okaris cautiously peers around as he moves down the hall.
Rubbing his hands together Okaris informs the others, ”By the sun! Our persistence has paid off I sense magic within these chests.”
Okaris bends downs with a grunt and closely examines the sarcophagus. After a few moments he calls on his divine powers for assistance.
Okaris steps up and slashes his scimitar at the iron hide beast.
I will be traveling Wednesday and Thursday but should be able to post in the evening. Just want to give everyone a heads up just in case I can’t.
Ouch! Hope you have a swift recovery.
Okaris moved up into the room inspired by Cymric's performance.
Okaris looks to the bard, "you should be able to open those chests without any trouble." Okaris turns to the dwarf and points out the east wall, "this is a secret door perhaps we can figure out how to open it together." The druid then attempts to open the secret passage. Not sure if I need a roll here, or what to roll.
With the swarm dispatched Okaris slaps Kidhir on the back, ”A thousand thanks, my friend.” He looks to Azwynn and Cymric, ”Let is is examine this wall.” Okaris moves forward scrutinizing the wall and pushes on it.
Okaris hurriedly removes a glass flask from his thick leather belt. He throws it at the swarming mass as he yells to the enveloped bard, "Cymeric jump out of the way."
”Keep trying,” the Druid encourages.
"Cymric, there is a trap along the far wall of this chamber. Be careful this time my friend as it will summon a swarm if triggered," the druid advises.
”Looks like no one has been here in a while,” he notes pointing to the accumulated dust. He stops next to Azwynn, cast detect magic, and examines the room.
Okaris enters the small room and casts detect magic.
Lets see where these secret doors lead first. Then we can go check the corridor to the north,” Okaris suggests.
”By the wind. I told you to be careful,” the Druid curses. He move toward the southern door and tries to force it open. ”Don’t just stand there like a sun blinded dolt, give me a hand”, he urges to no one in particular.
”At last,” the Druid says thankfully as Azwynn announced that this was the main tomb. Best be careful” he warns the bard.
Okaris watches as Cymric opens the locks. When the bard completes his task Okaris pushes open the North door.
Okaris petitioned the heavens again calling down some more water
”I can make water,” the Druid announces and he casts as spell.
Okaris smiles at Azwynn’s suggestion, ”Might be best to flush them out. What do you propose?”
Okaris nods at Cymric as he moves past him, with his scimitar drawn, into the room. "Wait here while I check it out," he advises.
Okaris casts detect magic and searches the room.
Okaris moves up and swings his scimitar at the disgusting beetles.
Okaris peers around the room.
"Best we not mess with thing we have no understanding of,"the druid suggests ready to move on.
Okaris heeds Azwynn’s warning and avoids looking at the mirror.
Okaris points to the markings on the ground, ”Be wary those are tracks marking someone or something’s passage through this room.”
Okaris helps secure the treasure, ”By the wind may the rest of this tomb yield as much fruit.” when he one he suggest the return and check the double doors to the south.
Okaris steps up to the last doll and wildly swings his scimitar.
Just wanted to let you all know I will be camping until Saturday and might have trouble with the maps from my mobile device. I do not foresee any other problems posting. If for some unforeseen reason I am unable to post please bot me. I have not used any spells yet. Combat Bot: Will attack using scimitar.
{dice=Attack]1d20+4[/dice] {dice=Damage]1d6+4[/dice]
Okaris moves into the room to support the Mwangi. He finds a spot in the corner and swings his scimitar at the closest tiny warrior.
Okaris stokes his beard as he considers the masks, "I can't make any sense of it."
Okaris jumps back as the trap is sprung, ”Azwynn, my friend, are you okay?”
”I can guard our rear,” the Druid offered.
Okaris waits, scimitar in hand, as the bard addresses the trap.
Okaris ties the rope around his waist and begins his decent down into the tomb. When he gets to the bottom he draws his scimitar and recasts his light spell on his shied. The druid looks to Cymric, "Careful my friend."
Okaris steps aside with the dwarf, ”Speak your piece stone sister tell me what I can help you with.”
Okaris nodded in agreement with the plan to lower Cymric, ”I will help lower you my friend.”
Okaris gazes at the ground a moment longer before stands. ”The tracks are from a ghost scorpion, very dangerous,” he confirms as he approaches seeker. ”Perhaps if we work together as nature intended we can move this. Any who desire come help move this. ” The Druid try’s to get a grip on the smooth stone with his dry calloused hands. When he is satisfied with his grip and that everyone is ready he announces, ” ready go.”
If Kahina informs Okaris about the tracks he will assist her in identifying them. The desert nomad leans over to get a closer look at the tracks on the ground. He stokes his beard as he mutters, ”Hmmm.
”A little light might help,” the Druid says as he stepped into the tomb. He vaguely moves his hands while he mutters something incomprehensible. His shield begins to glow and emit a soft yellowish light dispelling the darkness around him. He draws his scimitar as he glances around the room stopping his gaze on the stone wheel. ”by the sun, what is that?
Okaris strokes his beard as he replied to the Mwangi, "I learned by listening to wind and heeding nature." Turning to the bard, "Rest assured Cymric this tomb has survived a millennium of years of winds and sand storms. This will not destroy the tomb just blow the sand away."
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