While I still check in... yeah... it looks a bit like that, yes.
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"Little?" Reza asks, glancing at Lyriah out of the corner of his eye. "That was not..." he sees the mandibles, and shudders. "Not. Little." He begins looking around for anything else useful in the room, before preparing to head down the stairs.
"Agreed." Reza takes his torch, and begins systematically hunting for the nest. "Last thing we need is another one of these following us down the stairs."
Reza swings at the spider, growling under his breath. "I. Really. Don't. Like. Spiders!"
Damage
Spoiler:
Reza's sword and shield are an iron wall against any attack. When Durandel points towards the spider, he swings the blade and shield into a ready stance to deal with it. OOC: Not that this affects anything until my turn. Flavor text only for the moment.
"Lovely place," Reza mutters under his breath, sweeping away a few cobwebs with his scimitar. He covers his mouth and nose with his tunic, seeing the mold disturbed. "Anybody see any more of the locals?"
Reza puts his shoulder into it.
Reza nods. "Agreed," he says. "Wonder what's causing it..." He moves to the door, ready to enter, his sword and shield in position.
Reza nods. "Certainly." He makes ready to go and check the Southern bunk room next, once the group is ready to follow to the next segment of the monastery.
Reza nods to Lyriah when she asks if they're alright, and then follows the group towards the dining hall, sword still at the ready.
"Any other ones?" Reza asks, huffing and puffing from the exertion and the heat.
OOC: If I'm on an attack of opportunity: Spoiler:
Reza swings at another Pugwampi!
[i]If I'm not on an attack of opportunity, nevermind!
Oh. Okay!
Neil, I don't have another action, do I? I'm still 'next' on the initiative list in your last post.
"Nope. Never mind," Reza says, seeing the other ones around him. He swats at the one on his right with a sword.
Reza remains on guard just in case another one of the pugwampis emerges from some shadowed alcove in the room. "That the last of 'em?" he grates out.
Oops, forgot the potential critical, there: Spoiler: Should it apply, have rolled twice again.
Reza moves in to stand with Durandel, calling out a prayer to Sarenrae as he does, hoping to distract the little monsters from Novid.
Reza nods his thanks to Tariq, then turns to Lyriah. "Point me at one of them, sister, should you find one." He waits for her to finish up her search before they continue on.
Reza waits for Durandel or Tariq to verify the presence of ill luck that seems to follow the pugwampis around. "Ready to move in?" he asks, once they do.
Reza nods, steps forward, and prepares to cut down one of the baboons. OOC: This will take a turn to move in, then another for the coup de grace. When that happens: Spoiler:
I have funny feeling Lyriah will probably talk herself out of ever getting healed. ;-) It's possible... :P
At first, Reza thinks Tariq is firing at him, and then, he hears the solid thunk of the bolt hitting the baboon's skull behind him, and the chittering of the apes. He swivels from the argument, now irrelevant, and clashes his scimitar against his shield. "Let's not monkey around with these things, eh?" he says, laughing, and readies himself for an assault. OOC: Readying an action--the instant one of the baboons charges in range of him, he'll attack the thing. To save time, should that happen: Spoiler:
Reza's eyes widen at the rift between the elven woman and the cleric, as he tries to defuse the situation. "Friends, let us remember that we may not be alone in this place?" He meaningfully glances around the room. "My inclination, like Tariq's, would be to not disturb any relics of the faith, though I concede the point on removing them to ensure they are not defiled or found by monsters."
Reza grimaces slightly at the idea. "It's a statue devoted to the goddess. I'd rather not do such a thing."
"Continue, I should think, but only once you're ready." He waits for her to finish up inspecting the statue, before they move on.
Reza continues to stay near the front, allowing Durandel to pop forward and check for traps if need be, but otherwise providing a solid front line of steel.
I think that works for me!
Reza raises a hand to his mouth and nose at the scent from the nave. "Lovely. This place will need a thorough cleansing." He steps forward into the building itself, his lantern held in his shield hand, looking about for any signs of more monstrous squatters.
Reza's scimitar is in his hand as he follows Durandel, forming an impromptu line of defense should hostile forces arrive.
"Very well," Reza says, drawing his scimitar and moving forward through the south door. He waits at the threshold for the others to catch up, and for Durandel to check for any traps, before moving in.
"I've always rather liked the front door," Reza says, his grin not meeting his eyes, the Faris' thoughts already on the potential for battle. "But perhaps not in this case, given those mudslides. If we go in that way, we will need to ensure we don't sink into the mud." He begins checking his pack for his ropes and gear, just in case they decide to go in that way. "Let's get a bit closer and see what can be seen." Reza begins approaching the monastery, looking for the best means of ingress.
"Perhaps Tariq has some that might help?" Reza wonders aloud, and makes a note to check in with the other man once they arrive, in case they run into more of the little monsters. "Well... this has seen better days," he mutters as he looks up at the monastery. Getting off his horse, Reza gathers his equipment so as to be ready, should more problems loom inside.
“I’m inclined to agree with you, Durandel. Fortunately, it was not one of many. We should be cautious to avoid large numbers of the little beasts.” Rena checks in on his horse after the conversation winds down, and on Lyriah, before they head out—mostly to make sure his sister didn’t wind up as embarrassingly scratched up by the cacti as he did!
"May I ask to which god or goddess this monastery was devoted?" Reza inquires.
Reza stays with Tariq, keeping his weapon ready. He signals to the others to approach the goat and the dead pugwampi. "Check for other stragglers."
Reza swings at the little creep once more!
Note: next time, we should fight a broad side of a barn. I suspect I might be able to hit it.
Reza takes advantage of the potential for a shot at the little beast.
Reza blinks in surprise at the... thing... that is now attacking the party. For a split second he's not entirely sure if the cactus had a hallucinogen in it, or if it's actually happening. And then all hell breaks loose, and he steps in to attack as well. Roll 1:
Roll 2:
OOC: I think I can get in there, Neil, from the map, but if not, let me know.
ooc: Sorry, forgot the perception roll if need be.
Reza spends most of the next thirty seconds trying to avoid keening out loud in pain from the spike that nearly unmanned him. "Yes," Reza says to Novid. "Next time. Burn it. It's the only way to be sure." He shudders as he clears the rest of the cacti. "I'll... stand watch," he says, as he sees the chaos of the goat chase happening. He readies his shield and sword in case they are ambushed while chasing Dashki off the cliff.
"If I did not know better, I would think we were living through some nightmare or other..." says Reza, continuing on his way, and wiping at a cut on his brow from the cactus.
Reza manages to bite back a curse, and turns to look sheepishly over his shoulder at Durandel. "Er... sorry," he says. "If it's any consolation, it hit me, too." He keeps moving forward.
OOC: This is going to hurt a wee bit.
OOC: Gotcha. Reza sighs, and begins moving cautiously through the cacti.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but we can also just, go around the cacti field, though it requires an 80 foot jog to the side?
Reza joins Tydus at the edge of the cliff, and helps him with the rigging. He helps with lowering the dwarf down, and then takes his turn, rigging himself up to slide down to the ground.
Reza does the same, pulling out a rope and hooks for climbing. "Well, hopefully not all of us..." he mutters under his breath, and starts setting up to climb the rock wall. He tucks his shield back up onto his back, lashing it and his sword to ensure they don't fall off while he climbs. "I suppose now's a bad time to mention that I despise heights?" OOC: Neil, are we able to take 10 on this, or are we in 'combat time?'
"Anyone bring a rope?" Reza asks.
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