Pezock waves his hand dismissively. "Bah! And when you no longer need it to cross water any more? When its usefulness has come to an end?" His eyes narrow ominously and in a quiet voice, he says, "You burn it."
In his usual louder voice, he continues, "My dear friend Captain Zoventai wouldn't have hesitated to burn the Crow's Tooth if the ship were of no further use to her. She was an amazing individual. A radiant tengu with bright red feathers! She gave me my sword, you know, and I carry it in her honour."
He leans in somewhat menacingly close to Tar'kanas and speaks quietly again: "Never speak ill of her again."
He then turns away from Tar'kanas, seeming to forget about the elf entirely. He pats his sword and mumbles, "Yes, I miss her too."
Pezock looks down at Douena, a hint of anger or disappointment in his eyes. "But that was our express purpose in coming here!" he protests. "If there's no treasure, then what was the point of it all? No! There must be treasure. I've been waiting for ages for treasure and I intend to find treasure!"
He draws his sabre and points towards the spire to the south. "I say we start there! You and I can go while the others set up their camp."
Pezock shakes himself off and grimaces a bit as several bloody feathers fall loose. "Well, that'll teach it for trying to eat me!" he says, pointing to the crocodile that had hold of him. Its limp body is now bouncing against the rocks as the current tries to take it down stream. The other three crocodiles' bodies are already floating away and out of side.
Pezock then continues across to the other side of the river, surreptitiously asking Douena for a bit of healing as he passes her.
Urza Sha'rahad wrote:
I only meant a few moments in case someone wanted to cast preparatory spells.
No problem. Anyone who wants to cast any preparatory spells (or do anything else preparatory), just let me know.
"Let's move then," Pezock says. He points his sabre at Sildu. "We will let this creature guide us, but keep an eye on her. She may try to betray us."
A few seconds later, Pezock abruptly stops laughing. Taking a deep breath, he grabs his sabre and stands up. As he sheaths the sabre, he looks at Urza standing near him. "That never happened," he mutters embarrassedly.
He then walks slowly into the building and heads to the stairs to rejoin the others.
Douena Trestleben wrote:
"But didn't you hear the way he spoke?" Pezock protests. "We must do something to help him! Or are you..." He pauses, looks down at Douena, and smiles. "Ah!" he says quietly. "You are trying to confuse the entity that has possessed him. A wise plan. Let's go!"
Pezock follows Douena along the northern ledge. There is an opening into the building halfway along the ledge. Looking into it, Douena and Pezock see first and elaborately carved column. Behind the column, it opens up into a wider room that they cannot see the entirety of. However, they can see what looks like a circular grid formed with deep grooves in the floor. Three more elaborate columns stand beyond the grid.
The column near them is covered in arcane symbols and etchings. There are also several deep holes bored into 4-inch sections that swivel around a central shaft. The other columns appear similar in design, although the symbols may be different.
Knowledge (arcana or nature) DC 15:
The symbols on this column represent the Dark Tapestry, the space between the stars.
Knowledge (arcana) DC 20 (separate roll from the one above):
The holes in the column appear designed to hold crystals or gemstones, and the swivelling sections need to be arranged in a particular configuration (though you don't know what that configuration is) in order to achieve... something. You're not sure just what. However, the other columns are probably linked to this one in some way and need their own configurations as well.
You'll need to get closer to the other 3 columns to learn anything about them.
Douena Trestleben wrote:
Oops, completely forgot about that. Sorry.
"I'm perfectly fine," Pezock grumbles unconvincingly, but follows along anyway. After the healing, his wounds have mostly closed, but he still looks unsteady on his feet.
Tar'kanas looks to Makoa an raises an eyebrow, which clearly says all that needs saying. Turning back to Douena, "Yes, I was bitten. But it is a minor wound."
Pezock's eyes narrow as he turns to look at Tar'kanas. "We should stake him to be on the safe side," he says. "No telling what he might do to us when night falls."
Pezock looks oddly at Urza. "Why?" he asks. "They are repulsive creatures. They don't even have any feathers! Now Captain Zoventai, there was a true beauty! Fiery red plumage she had." He sighs, then looks more closely at Urza. "Then again, you're not much to look at yourself, are you?" He nods knowingly. "I understand now. You cannot acquire a true beauty so you set your standards low. A wise plan!"
Pezock looks as if he's about to argue the point, but then he pauses and tilts his head slightly. "Yes," he says. "Yes, that too."
As Mahjik warns the group about them being followed, Tar'kanas draws his bow. "Let us draw it out."
Pezock spins around at the mention of drawing it out. "With pleasure! Come out, you interloper! Fiend!" he yells.
Makoa Wolf'sKin wrote:
Monkeys can be rather mean, Urza. If they are smart enough to worship a god, we may be in trouble if they decide they don't like us."
"We have nothing to fear from the monkeys!" Pezock declares. "We will kill this Monkey King god if he bothers us."
He turns to Mahjik. "You will be our expert on the Monkey King. You will point him out to us if you see him."
"Then why doesn't he say it? I want to hear it from him!" The feathers on Pezock's face twitch, but after a second, he does lower his sabre. He turns away grumbling, patting the flat of the blade lovingly.
"Let's get going," he says and starts walking north, parallel to the river. "But if I hear anything else about betrayals..." His voice trails off into more grumbles.
Douena Trestleben wrote:
Pezock's feathers seem to sag a little at Douena's rebuke, almost as though he's embarrassed. He makes a soft grumbling in his throat but doesn't say anything. Instead, he looks away, taking care not to make eye contact with anyone.
Pezock goes up to and peers closely at the newly arrived version of Jask. "This is Jask?" he says. He grabs a handful of Jask's long, blonde hair. Jask looks about to protest, but instead sighs.
"It's not even the same hair," Pezock continues. He peers closely into Jask's long, pointed ear. "Ugly ears. Like that one's." He points at Tar'kanas. He then shrugs and turns away from Jask. "Oh well, personally I'd ask to do it over, but if you like it..."