"Why, thanks for the help Kael! So...the good news is it's an infinite supply of water. The bad news...it's built into the walls, and unless we take this entire system with us, it's useless. Ptolem, you probably can't carry a wall around, right?"
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Sneferka tries to figure out what makes the spigot so magical.
"Strange. You'd think these people would have shrines to the old Osirion gods, not these new ones."
Sneferka flips a coin. "South it is!"
"I think we can all agree that it's for the best that you can't do that...hey Talos-wake up, sleepyhead." Sneferka nudges Talos with his boot to wake him up.
Sneferka shoots the Sandman again, happy that he's helping for once.
Seeing that his whip is next to useless at crushing things, Sneferka drops it and draws his bow, sending a blunt arrow flying at Mrs. Sandman.
"Ptolem, if I had a silver piece for every time this happened, we'd have enough funds to surgically remove your vocal cords so that this wouldn't happen again." Sneferka tries to whip the thingy, having no idea what on earth it could possibly be.
"Yes, let's get out of the front foyer of this house and go deeper into it. I'm sure the worst is behind us..." Rubbing his temples to try and get rid of the headache that had sprung up suddenly, Sneferka follows Ptolem.
His mind clearer than a mountain lake, Sneferka heals the Haunt as hard as he can.
"Will you idiots stop fighting each other?!"
"Ptolem, I heard a VERY different story about the crabs from your instructor. I was particularly impressed at the fact that one of them managed to actually steal your breastplate...I suppose that's neither here or there though. Behind you!" Sneferka continues distracting the skeletons for Ptolem.
If we're this bad, I can't imagine just what the Mad Dogs had to have done to suffer so many casualties...
Sneferka tries to help Ptolem out a bit.
Sneferka tries to whip one of the skeletons.
He doesn't quite make it, though. You can definitely see him attempting to frown.
"Let's go, I suppose... Sneferka follows Talos in the door, already starting to feel like this was a bad idea.
"Obviously you've never been in the middle of a riot or mob before. Which is something of a miracle-you've never incited a riot before? Anyways...lead on, I suppose."
"Oh god! What's going on?!" Sneferka is frightened.
"Umm...there's an angry mob coming. Ptolem, what did you do?!"
"Well. Shall we enter, friends?" Sneferka gingerly opens the gate and steps inside, already on edge and keeping an eye out for traps.
"But Ptolem...it will be the same length as every day tomorrow. Honestly, how do you manage?" Sneferka nods to Marrn and walks out of the bar, desperately trying to keep the smirk off of his face.
Would Kn. Religion work for knowing about it?
"Right? To be allowed to delve like this in my people's history is a privilege all by itself. They should be content with that."
Sneferka whips his head around away from Sigrun, who he'd been talking to. "Ptolem! Come on, friend-we've talked about this. You need to be mindful of other people's feelings...ugh, not that it'll get through to you this time. Sorry about him, Marrn-and your dogs. Next round for you guys is on me."
Sneferka smiles. "Sounds like a good idea, we all liked it there yesterday. I'm Sneferka, part of the Hands of the Pharaoh. No, I didn't choose the name. Who're you with?"
Sneferka goes and sells his chain shirt, whip, thieves tools and buckler for 140 gp. He then goes on a bit of a shopping spree, buying: -a Mithral Shirt (1100 gp)
Pocketing the remaining 188 gold, Sneferka walks to the temple. As he does so, he whistles happily while he flicks his new ioun torch in orbit around his head, oblivious to the fact that in the dying light of the evening, it's incredibly distracting to anyone else around him. He flexes a bit as he walks around-his new armor gives him much more freedom of movement than his old stuff.
"If nobody minds, I'll take that longbow."
Oh, definitely. And being able to threaten all of it, and do insane amounts of AoOs as well? It's sick. But it doesn't come truly online until like what, level 7?
Sneferka tries helping Ptolem!
I'd be up for retraining. Might ditch the whip entirely, it's such a fun idea on paper but in practice, it sucks.
Sneferka lets it whip again.
Sneferka whips the cobra, hoping that it'll make a dent this time.
"Well, at least it isn't the sarcophagus attacking us this time..." Sneferka decides to heal himself, on the off chance that the metal cobra decides to eat him.
Sneferka backs away as quickly as he can, swallowing the vomit that arose in his mouth. "Shiiiiiiiiii..."
"You actually said my name! That's a step up from your usual 'Minion-do this'." Sneferka eyes the trap, trying to identify it.
He then gets to work.
"Or glowing, maybe? Although I suppose that might make people think you're pregnant."
Sneferka nods to Kael in thanks, then continues to try and distract the sarcophagus for Ptolem.
Sneferka tries valiantly to keep distracting the sarcophagus, despite feeling like he is on the verge of passing out. "At the risk of inflating your ego to even more dangerous levels...Ptolem, you're our only hope."
Sneferka tries to distract it away from Ptolem again. "Spit her out. SPIT. HER. OUT."
Sneferka tries to distract the sarcophagus, drawing it away from Ptolem.
Sneferka tries to whip it again.
Sneferka whips the sarcophagus. "I KNEWWWWW IT"
"So I'm guessing those statues are about to come to life and try to beat the crap out of us..."
"You're RIGHT. THERE."
"Why don't you go introduce yourself? If it turns south, apparently you can just pick one up and bludgeon the other to death with him."
"Guys. Please don't bash the door." Sneferka tries to pick the lock on the northern door.
Sneferka does the "looking around' thing.
He does it very well.
Sneferka stands there, jaw hanging wide open. "Umm...yeah. Guess so. If you'd like to lead the way?"
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