Khessa, you rip and tear, prying with your crowbar at the metal joints of this automaton. You spend the majority of the time that T'bitha spends praying to Eilistraee asking for healing for her friends, tearing into this automaton. You manage to collect about 60 pounds of this ruby red elven steel. You'll need to find a talented blacksmith, probably an elven blacksmith, to be able to work with this material, but they could probably reforge it.
Tristan nods "Thanks to you I am not to badly hurt. I think it is best to leave most of the steel until our return, it will be tedious and heavy to harvest and carry. With any luck there will be more steel in the city that will be more easily accessible."
Sheathing his sword and strapping his shield to his back, Tristan does his best to ignore the pain from his markings. "We have made far too much noise, we need to move as soon as we are able"
"Finally got some of this metal!" mutters Khessa to herself, putting the last pieces in the backpack.
Then the blonde arcane warrior hears Tristan say something about 'noise' and 'move soon'! She listens... but she doesn't seem to hear any suspicious noises. Elves must have very keen senses. However, she agrees: "Sure! Let's move on! But... do we know where to go? The direction, at least? If no idea... shall we try the same direction the construct came from? (Or maybe the opposite one?)"
"These constructs may be patrolling the area. The other didn't seem to notice us and just continued on its way, so we should be careful of more. Keep your ears out."Hadi says as they ponder their next move.
"There will be more closer to the city" Tristan agrees "Speaking of which, why don't we follow the trail of the one we destroyed? It may lead us to where we are trying to get, and we have few other leads."
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Which direction you all choose to go from here is totally up to you, you have paths heading north, west (left), east (right), and south. You all came from the south, the floating automaton came from the west (left), then turned and went north, and the ruby automaton you just fought came from the east (right). Prior to combat breaking out, T'bitha had sent glowing orbs out and the left-most orb seemed to have shined brighter than the rest. It appeared the darkness wasn't as powerful to the left. T'bitha, you also feel that your connection to that faerie fire you had cast earlier faded.
"There will be more closer to the city" Tristan agrees "Speaking of which, why don't we follow the trail of the one we destroyed? It may lead us to where we are trying to get, and we have few other leads."
”We could do that, Tristan; however, I wonder if it will be safer to go West, where the other automaton came from. There seems to be more visibility in that direction. Are you thinking that the one we destroyed came from the crypt or nearby? I suppose that is possible, if that is your hunch.”
The five foot Drow with lilac-coloured skin and white flowing hair looks up to the imposing warrior. She nods respectfully and backs away to check on the others.
”Dimitri, Tristan and Hadi. Are you able to continue?”
Dimitri took in a breath, leaning back on his cane. The flares of the burn still flashes before his eyes, the hand on his cane tightens, then relaxes. Get a grip. He scolded himself. You are not the helpless little boy in the fire anymore. Still, he resented the fact that he ever was. He closes his one eye briefly, let the priestesses' chanting wash over him, it seemed to smooth him. The burned flesh started to knit back together.
"It is better." He nods to T'bitha in the way of thanks. "Let's be more careful. Keep light on our feet."
"There will be more closer to the city" Tristan agrees "Speaking of which, why don't we follow the trail of the one we destroyed? It may lead us to where we are trying to get, and we have few other leads."
”We could do that, Tristan; however, I wonder if it will be safer to go West, where the other automaton came from. There seems to be more visibility in that direction. Are you thinking that the one we destroyed came from the crypt or nearby? I suppose that is possible, if that is your hunch.”
"That is interesting." Dimitri said, finger tapping on the head of his cane. "I vote we follow the light."
You all begin moving down the left path. As you walk, Khessa, you cast light on your greatsword. You all continue walking down the path, passing more ruined structures, until you notice you can see almost perfectly again. Similar to how it was in the glade. You can see the backside of the trees creating the wall of the glade, and pushed up against the trees you see a handful of headstones, that appear to be in perfect condition, and a small mausoleum that appears to be made of marble, with a closed black iron gate.
(OOC: Carrying elven steel in her backpack, because Khessa can do this and still be unencumbered - she is quite strong. U had added elven steel already in the character sheet as a custom item of 60lbs weight, so encumberance calculation is up to date)
T’bitha’s eyes glow faintly as she points two fingers on her right hand outward. ”Eilistraee, reveal to me what this place holds.” The drow looks around the area detecting anything good or evil within a 30’ radius around her.
"There will be more closer to the city" Tristan agrees "Speaking of which, why don't we follow the trail of the one we destroyed? It may lead us to where we are trying to get, and we have few other leads."
”We could do that, Tristan; however, I wonder if it will be safer to go West, where the other automaton came from. There seems to be more visibility in that direction. Are you thinking that the one we destroyed came from the crypt or nearby? I suppose that is possible, if that is your hunch.”
Tristan shrugs "Your guess is as good as my own."
As they walk, Tristan hangs back a little. Still in view of the others, but far enough that he has a broader view of their flanks. This couldn't be the crypt? Could it? Whatever the case, I do feel a malevolence here. Perception: 9
As he starts to look around, he falls to his hands and knees, all the strength leaving his body. His chest convulses as he once again enters his fit of coughing, breaking the silence of the forest. After nearly ten seconds it stops, the ground in front of him splattered with red. Shakily rising to his feet, Tristan grimaces Whatever didn't know we were here before most definitely does now.
...As he starts to look around, he falls to his hands and knees, all the strength leaving his body. His chest convulses as he once again enters his fit of coughing, breaking the silence of the forest. After nearly ten seconds it stops, the ground in front of him splattered with red. Shakily rising to his feet, Tristan grimaces Whatever didn't know we were here before most definitely does now.
Unless she percives a more immediate threath (OOC: referring to her 22 perception roll requested before), Khessa comes to check on Tristan, helping him to get up with genuine concern in her blue eyes: "What's going on, Tristan? Were the construct's claws poisoned? Aren't you completely healed? That liquid on the ground... did you cough up blood?"
"I was a little worried about Dimitri's health, at the start... with his cane, his mask, his aversion to be touched and all..." the tall warrior-mage thinks "but Tristan now almost seems to be even worse! What's going on here? It is because of that... 'something' that T'bitha 'just feels off'?"
Dimitri, Khessa, and T'bitha, better taking in your surroundings, you don't notice any movement, but laying in the middle of this clearing you find yourself in, just 10 feet from you, you see an ornate looking sword with a brilliant sheen to the steel blade, and black trim where normally a golden trim would be. Hadi, looking around this clearing from the darkness, you don't notice any movement, similar to the rest of your team, but you do happen to spot a small black ring fly a few feet forward as it appears you kicked it while walking. Tristan, as your body fights against you once more, you're too busy attempting to survive to take a look at your surroundings.
T'bitha
Similar to the glade, you don't detect any creatures, but this small cemetery? seems to be on consecrated grounds.
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Khessa, you rip and tear, prying with your crowbar at the metal joints of this automaton. You spend the majority of the time that T'bitha spends praying to Eilistraee asking for healing for her friends, tearing into this automaton. You manage to collect about 60 pounds of this ruby red elven steel. You'll need to find a talented blacksmith, probably an elven blacksmith, to be able to work with this material, but they could probably reforge it.
Tristan nods "Thanks to you I am not to badly hurt. I think it is best to leave most of the steel until our return, it will be tedious and heavy to harvest and carry. With any luck there will be more steel in the city that will be more easily accessible."
Sheathing his sword and strapping his shield to his back, Tristan does his best to ignore the pain from his markings. "We have made far too much noise, we need to move as soon as we are able"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
CLANK! CRASH! SBAMM!
"Finally got some of this metal!" mutters Khessa to herself, putting the last pieces in the backpack.
Then the blonde arcane warrior hears Tristan say something about 'noise' and 'move soon'! She listens... but she doesn't seem to hear any suspicious noises. Elves must have very keen senses. However, she agrees: "Sure! Let's move on! But... do we know where to go? The direction, at least? If no idea... shall we try the same direction the construct came from? (Or maybe the opposite one?)"
"These constructs may be patrolling the area. The other didn't seem to notice us and just continued on its way, so we should be careful of more. Keep your ears out." Hadi says as they ponder their next move.
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"There will be more closer to the city" Tristan agrees "Speaking of which, why don't we follow the trail of the one we destroyed? It may lead us to where we are trying to get, and we have few other leads."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Which direction you all choose to go from here is totally up to you, you have paths heading north, west (left), east (right), and south. You all came from the south, the floating automaton came from the west (left), then turned and went north, and the ruby automaton you just fought came from the east (right). Prior to combat breaking out, T'bitha had sent glowing orbs out and the left-most orb seemed to have shined brighter than the rest. It appeared the darkness wasn't as powerful to the left. T'bitha, you also feel that your connection to that faerie fire you had cast earlier faded.
”We could do that, Tristan; however, I wonder if it will be safer to go West, where the other automaton came from. There seems to be more visibility in that direction. Are you thinking that the one we destroyed came from the crypt or nearby? I suppose that is possible, if that is your hunch.”
Dimitri took in a breath, leaning back on his cane. The flares of the burn still flashes before his eyes, the hand on his cane tightens, then relaxes. Get a grip. He scolded himself. You are not the helpless little boy in the fire anymore. Still, he resented the fact that he ever was. He closes his one eye briefly, let the priestesses' chanting wash over him, it seemed to smooth him. The burned flesh started to knit back together.
"It is better." He nods to T'bitha in the way of thanks. "Let's be more careful. Keep light on our feet."
"That is interesting." Dimitri said, finger tapping on the head of his cane. "I vote we follow the light."
“I’m all for more light.” Hadi says in agreement. “Not being able to see past the tip of my whip does make things much more difficult.”
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"Yes, let's start following the light" Khessa also agrees. "It is what we were planning to di before getting 'interrupted' anyway..."
And, greatsword with Light on it, starts leading the way.
You all begin moving down the left path. As you walk, Khessa, you cast light on your greatsword. You all continue walking down the path, passing more ruined structures, until you notice you can see almost perfectly again. Similar to how it was in the glade. You can see the backside of the trees creating the wall of the glade, and pushed up against the trees you see a handful of headstones, that appear to be in perfect condition, and a small mausoleum that appears to be made of marble, with a closed black iron gate.
Everyone please give me a perception check!
(OOC: Khessa, are you carrying that 60lbs of elven steel with you, or did you leave it behind to return for it like Tristan had mentioned?)
(OOC: Carrying elven steel in her backpack, because Khessa can do this and still be unencumbered - she is quite strong. U had added elven steel already in the character sheet as a custom item of 60lbs weight, so encumberance calculation is up to date)
Perception: 22
*I meant "I added", not "U added". I don't correct the previous post for fear of messing up the rolled perception
"That steel looks quite special. I'd like to get a closer look at the gems when we run into another." Hadi says as they walk ((perception 11))
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Perception: 9
T’bitha asks Eilistraee to see true
Guidance cantrip: 4
”I don’t like this. Something just feels…off.”
T’bitha’s eyes glow faintly as she points two fingers on her right hand outward. ”Eilistraee, reveal to me what this place holds.” The drow looks around the area detecting anything good or evil within a 30’ radius around her.
Tristan shrugs "Your guess is as good as my own."
As they walk, Tristan hangs back a little. Still in view of the others, but far enough that he has a broader view of their flanks. This couldn't be the crypt? Could it? Whatever the case, I do feel a malevolence here.
Perception: 9
As he starts to look around, he falls to his hands and knees, all the strength leaving his body. His chest convulses as he once again enters his fit of coughing, breaking the silence of the forest. After nearly ten seconds it stops, the ground in front of him splattered with red. Shakily rising to his feet, Tristan grimaces Whatever didn't know we were here before most definitely does now.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Perception: 24
Unless she percives a more immediate threath (OOC: referring to her 22 perception roll requested before), Khessa comes to check on Tristan, helping him to get up with genuine concern in her blue eyes: "What's going on, Tristan? Were the construct's claws poisoned? Aren't you completely healed? That liquid on the ground... did you cough up blood?"
"I was a little worried about Dimitri's health, at the start... with his cane, his mask, his aversion to be touched and all..." the tall warrior-mage thinks "but Tristan now almost seems to be even worse! What's going on here? It is because of that... 'something' that T'bitha 'just feels off'?"
Dimitri, Khessa, and T'bitha, better taking in your surroundings, you don't notice any movement, but laying in the middle of this clearing you find yourself in, just 10 feet from you, you see an ornate looking sword with a brilliant sheen to the steel blade, and black trim where normally a golden trim would be. Hadi, looking around this clearing from the darkness, you don't notice any movement, similar to the rest of your team, but you do happen to spot a small black ring fly a few feet forward as it appears you kicked it while walking. Tristan, as your body fights against you once more, you're too busy attempting to survive to take a look at your surroundings.
T'bitha
Similar to the glade, you don't detect any creatures, but this small cemetery? seems to be on consecrated grounds.