I gruffly nod thanks to Harlon and wrap myself in my cloak, tossing Rend my waterskin and saying "Have fun." before huddling in a corner away from the mold and rubbing my hands together to try to restore feeling to my numbed digits.
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"Lovely. You're welcome to throw water on the mold, but I'll watch from the doorway." I say, standing a little unsteadily.
Coughing, Shamus sits up and groans "Gods dammit, why am I so cold. What the hell happened?"
I look at Rend as he tries to hide behind the halfling and shake my head, muttering something indistinct under my breath. I watch the mold burn with a hand held over my mouth and nose to ward of the impending stench.
"I'll throw it." I say, taking the torch from Kharid and lobbing it into the oil soaked patch of mold.
"Wonderful." I mutter, eyeing the irking patch of mold "I think we'll need about four pints but I don't really know how well this stuff burns."
"I'd rather not spend the night in this tomb, either," murmurs Harlon, who shivers at the thought. "Right, me neither. I like places with warm beds, food, and drink. Places where you don't have to worry about killed in your sleep by some hideous monstrosity."
I look up from my preparations when Rend crashes to the floor. Seeing him covered in frost I sigh and shake my head. I loosen the stopper of my flasks of oil and say "You might be wanting to move." to Rend, preparing to toss the flasks into the mold.
"Funny though." I mutter, pulling oil out of my pack.
"Well, lets go play house-keeping then." I say, cursing the cold.
After a moment's thought I say "Fire. We can burn it away. How much lamp oil do we have?"
I wait quitely as Kharid fiddles with the statues. I keep my distance, should the dwarf make some critical error and once he gets them levitating I prepare to dash back down the corridor to cover in case its a trap. When nothing apparent happens I say "Well damn. Now what?"
I glare at Rend and say "Yeah, lets get out of this damned place."
I grab the statues from Rend efore he can break them and hand them to Kharid "Well? Do you think Rend's right? What do you think these are for?"
"You think?!" I ask sarcastically as I drag the body away from the danger zone.
"What?!" I ask in surprise as the large half-orc almost picks me up and starts to drag me to the body "How the hell do expect me to tell if it's magical or not? Do I look like a g#%@#!n wizard? OR A RAG DOLL FOR THAT MATTER! Put me DOWN dammit!" Once I get to the body I kneel beside it and start searching it showing no qualms about touching the corpse, all the while muttering a few select phrases about the lumbering half-orc.
"No wait!" I shout as Rend reaches for the armor "Oh, damn."
"Looks like you're area of expertise Kharid." I say, eyeing the body speculatively. I pull a grappling hook from my pack and ask "Anybody got some more rope? Also, be careful; I bet that column is rigged to fall on potential tomb-robbers like us."
I rummage around in my backpack and pull out a length of rope. Tired of waiting for the unresponsive dwarf to say something, I tie the rope to the lever, retreat as far as I can from the lever and say "Clear!". giving everyone a few seconds to move before tugging the rope taught.
"No! There's no wolf!" I say, more irritably than before "It was just...you know what? Never mind. Just never mind." Under my breat I add "Idiotic brute." quitely enoguh for no one to hear.
"Not 'where', 'were'. As in in Werewolf."
"Are you worried about the fearsome bench assaulting you Rend? Or is there a whole horde of them? Were-benches perhaps." I ask sardonically before going back to my inspection "We don't know what it does yet. Don't touch it. Kharid! Could you be bothered to get over here?"
"Hold on and we'll find out." I say, carefully examining the stone block visually before making a more thorough search of it.
"Fine. The block works too. Let's just get on with this."
"The door then." I say in mild irritation "This place is starting to piss me off. There'd better be a lot of treasure in here."
"You're right." I say, looking around and for the first time realizing how clean the chamber is. "Unless there's a regular occupant around here, it shouldn't be this clean and I can't imagine anyone actually living here." Drawing my rapier, I look around the chamber, feeling a little paranoid and looking for hidden attackers.
Harlon seems completely taken aback by Shamus's generosity. "Th-th-th-thank you," he managers to stammer through chattering teeth, as he wraps himself in the cloak. "You're almost as nice as Rend is... even though he didn't offer me his cloak," he adds indignantly. The garment is long enough that it drags on the floor, enabling the halfling to place a layer of cloth between his naked feet and the cold ground. "Wake up, Hector, come on, wake up..." "Don't mention it." I mutter, shivering and going over to where Rend stands "What did you find?"
"I don't think torches would do much. Damn I should've brought a warm blanket or a wool cloak." I say.
I run into the room after Harlon and Rend, stopping cold as I enter the freezing room. I wrap my cloak around myself and start to shiver as I look around the room.
"Probably best if you did." I say, stepping back from the statue.
"What in the name of the Nine Hells?!" I exclaim in surprise, quickly withdrawing my hand and wiping on my cloak. "There's something soft and alive with eyes on top of that statue." I say loudly, drawing ym rapier again.
I quickly but carefully move over to where the the statue that Rend ran to "Wait! If there's a trap I can disable it. Wait Dammit!" I shout to Rend.
I try not to touch the jets of air.
"That's the last damn thing I need." I say "An attack of magical narcolepsy." and duck once more behind the statue, holding my rapier at the ready and trying not to get too near to the statue with the air jet hands.
At Harlon's exclamation I spin around, holding my rapier at the ready and preparing to strike whatever foe we face.
I give him an irritated look and say "I was being cautious. Caution being the better part of valor and all that."
Once everyone's caught up I cautiously make my way to the black lump, stopping about 10 feet away and peering at it, trying to determine what it is.
I jump out of the way of the speeding balls of light, trying to find cover behind one of the statues before realizing where the lights came from. I step out from the statues space and glare back at the group, hissing "Who the hell did that? Ever heard of stealth?" More loudly I say "You might as well come down. If there was anything that I could have discovered by scouting stealthily ahead, it knows about us now. Master Thunderune, I found some statues that you might beable to shed some light on." I turn and start examing the statue that I hid behind, grumbling about the lack of stealth used by Dalzig.
I sigh and nod, knowing that the halfling is right. "Fine. I'll scout ahead." I say, handing him my sunrod and stealthily padding forward. I'm distracted somewhat by the mention of demonic snakes and so I'm not as perceptive as I should be, but I'm stealthy enough to(hopefully) avoid detection. I keep an eye out for any traps that might be along the way.
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