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T'bitha, make an acrobatics or athletics check. As you pull the stake free of this corpse's chest, one of its hands, in an almost unnatural speed moves to grab your arm. You hear again in the back of your head, in the same fragile, soft voice "I've changed my mind. I wish to live, and what better than an elf to help me do so."
Khessa grinds her teeth: "T'bitha, how it is that the only drow I am beginning to become attached to should exhibit these suicidal tendencies?! If you had let me behead (or at least bind) that... thing, before you tore that stake..."
And with that, the blonde arcane warrior steps forward to get in between the two (if possible) and deliver a mighty two-handed slash with her own shining blade to the ungrateful creature.
"Anyway," she declares in the meantime "note to self: never ever become Ambriel's most trusted".
(OOC: Can she deliver the blow? Should I roll for the attack?)
Dimitri watched the tiny form of the priestess approach the sarcophagus. "Great." He muttered as the mummy reached out for T'bitha. His hand covered his face and pressed his temples. He didn't understand. They were here for a retrieval - in and out - that simple. Why do people feel the need to poke around everything in sight? Generally speaking, less things you touch, less time you spend on site, the less likely you get caught, or get in trouble. These people would be horrible partners in crime. "This is how our cleric dies."
T'bitha, make an acrobatics or athletics check. As you pull the stake free of this corpse's chest, one of its hands, in an almost unnatural speed moves to grab your arm. You hear again in the back of your head, in the same fragile, soft voice "I've changed my mind. I wish to live, and what better than an elf to help me do so."
Contested grapple check: 5
Athletics: 4
T’bitha yelps and states rather loudly and offendedly, “You lied to me! I cannot believe I was so naive to think that I was helping you!”
Khessa, seeing this mummified corpse reach out and grab T'bitha's arm, you wind up in an attempt to strike it down, but before you can in an unnatural speed, even for an actual person - let alone a corpse, it has already pulled T'bitha on top of itself and the altar and it attempts to bite your wrist, T'bitha.
Bite attack: 24 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
If the attack hits (T'bitha)
The first d6 is piercing damage, the other 2d6 is necrotic damage. Your maximum hit points are reduced by the amount of necrotic damage dealt to you. You have a scar on your wrist now, where these four fangs pierced your skin.
After the corpse attempts to bite T'bitha, whether it does so or not, Khessa, you pull T'bitha back as you swing your greatsword lopping the head off the corpse. You watch as it rolls across the room.
T’bitha feels herself pulled onto the corpse, eyes widened in fear. As the fangs reach out to snap at her wrist, T’bitha feels a hand grab onto her and pull her off. She falls to the floor, breathing heavily. She watches Khessa’s sword lop the head off as it falls to the floor and roll across the room. T’bitha looks up to Khessa, still breathing heavily, “I-it asked me to remove the stake so it didn’t have to live in that state. I-I..th-that was foolish and naive of me. I’m sorry. I shall be more careful next time.”
T’bitha wobbily stands up and looks at the party, feeling partly guilty and partly sheepish. “Seriously, I was curious and I genuinely thought I was helping that…that thing.”
"But what you was thinking, T'bitha?" Khessa checks the condition of the priestess of Eilistraee, with sincere concern at the bottom of her blue eyes "Everything in order? Anyway," she smiles reassuringly, patting her on the shoulder in a friendly way "for next time... this is how you do it, when someone says 'let me die', ok?"
T’bitha feels herself pulled onto the corpse, eyes widened in fear. As the fangs reach out to snap at her wrist, T’bitha feels a hand grab onto her and pull her off. She falls to the floor, breathing heavily. She watches Khessa’s sword lop the head off as it falls to the floor and roll across the room. T’bitha looks up to Khessa, still breathing heavily, “I-it asked me to remove the stake so it didn’t have to live in that state. I-I..th-that was foolish and naive of me. I’m sorry. I shall be more careful next time.”
T’bitha wobbily stands up and looks at the party, feeling partly guilty and partly sheepish. “Seriously, I was curious and I genuinely thought I was helping that…that thing.”
"Speaking with the creature might have helped," conceeds Khessa comforting T'bitha "it might have been a good thing to do. I think you had a good idea. Maybe the thing knew something about the crypt and we could have bargained for that information. But yes, we should never forget that we are in a deadly place... some care is always advisable. And now mr death wish can not speak anymore. We'll have to do without it" the tall arcane warrior shrugs.
"Speaking of that," she talks to all now "there is no trace of the urn. Only the sarcophagus and the buttons remain to be examined. What do we want to try first?"
As the two of you exchange these words, you notice the body on the altar disappear, along with the head. In its place, a thick mist begins to apparate. You hear the voice once more in the back of your head, T'bitha"thank you" this time however, the voice is eerie, yet calm. The mist quickly escapes up the stairs, disappearing. You're still grasping the stake tightly in one hand, T'bitha.
You're still grasping the stake tightly in one hand, T'bitha.
"Maybe I spoke too soon..." Khessa raises an eyebrow"Mr Death Wish is not as dead as I thought. Oh, well, maybe next time it will be more eager to speak. Anyway, I think we should keep that stake" the blonde arcane warrior smiles at the drow. "If it is the 'Spear of Ambriel' it should be of great historical interest... and perhaps even valuable".
"Well that was exciting." Hadi says, taking his hand from the whip at his side. Everything had happened so fast that he's still only realizing what dangers exist here. He then nods about taking the stake, adding, "In a place like this you never know what might be magical or useful later. Shall we?"He then gestures back towards the buttons, obviously curious.
As the two of you exchange these words, you notice the body on the altar disappear, along with the head. In its place, a thick mist begins to apparate. You hear the voice once more in the back of your head, T'bitha"thank you" this time however, the voice is eerie, yet calm. The mist quickly escapes up the stairs, disappearing. You're still grasping the stake tightly in one hand, T'bitha.
T’bitha shakes her head to get the voice out and watches as the mist escapes. She looks at the stake in her hand and then to Hadi and Khessa. ”Yes. I, um…It probably has some sort of significance. I think I need to not be so curious as I should be skeptical.” She follows Hadi and Khessa away from the altar, while tucking the stake in her pack. All the while focusing on the stairway where the mist disappeared to. I hope that is the last I hear from that creature…
You all head up the stairs to the main floor of the mausoleum. Any traces of that corpse that turned into mist, is seemingly gone, and standing in front of you is the column where the three buttons were. Two buttons stay untouched, the third is missing the cap, instead a metal rod takes its place, though Dimitri is positive you could still work the button, if you pushed the metal rod into the column.
You have three buttons in front of you, let me know how many you're pushing and which ones.
(OOC: I'm going to assume you all went up unless someone says they want to stay below.)
”Tristan, does this mean anything to you at all? The most trusted? Was anyone considered the most trusted here in this city?”
Under his breath, Tristan whispers a reply "Yes. I was among them" After the undead threat is dealt with, Tristan breathes a sigh of relief. "Everything the blood witch has touched is out to kill us, it would be good to remember that." Does that include myself? He thinks quietly.
As they discuss the buttons, Tristan offers a stray thought "Perhaps one manually activates the trap, one manually deactivates it and one disables it completely. I say press them each in turn, we don't want any more nasty surprises, at least this way we are ready if something decides to jump out at us.
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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.
"One at a time is prudent," Hadi says with a smile. "Shall we just start with the first?" He then sends his mage hand over the button, waiting for the ok from the others.
Hadi pauses and almost reaches out to stop her when T'bitha reaches for the stake, but then simply watches, ready to act once it's been pulled free.
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T'bitha, make an acrobatics or athletics check. As you pull the stake free of this corpse's chest, one of its hands, in an almost unnatural speed moves to grab your arm. You hear again in the back of your head, in the same fragile, soft voice "I've changed my mind. I wish to live, and what better than an elf to help me do so."
Contested grapple check: 12
Khessa grinds her teeth: "T'bitha, how it is that the only drow I am beginning to become attached to should exhibit these suicidal tendencies?! If you had let me behead (or at least bind) that... thing, before you tore that stake..."
And with that, the blonde arcane warrior steps forward to get in between the two (if possible) and deliver a mighty two-handed slash with her own shining blade to the ungrateful creature.
"Anyway," she declares in the meantime "note to self: never ever become Ambriel's most trusted".
(OOC: Can she deliver the blow? Should I roll for the attack?)
Dimitri watched the tiny form of the priestess approach the sarcophagus. "Great." He muttered as the mummy reached out for T'bitha. His hand covered his face and pressed his temples. He didn't understand. They were here for a retrieval - in and out - that simple. Why do people feel the need to poke around everything in sight? Generally speaking, less things you touch, less time you spend on site, the less likely you get caught, or get in trouble. These people would be horrible partners in crime. "This is how our cleric dies."
Speaking of which, Dimitri, you haven't spotted an urn yet in this room. Make a perception check for me, as you look around.
(OOC: It's also worth noting they're at the altar, not the sarcophagus)
Perception: 22
Attack: 17 Damage: 6
Giving a glance around the room, Dimitri, you do not spot any urns visible to you at this point.
Athletics: 4
T’bitha yelps and states rather loudly and offendedly, “You lied to me! I cannot believe I was so naive to think that I was helping you!”
Khessa, seeing this mummified corpse reach out and grab T'bitha's arm, you wind up in an attempt to strike it down, but before you can in an unnatural speed, even for an actual person - let alone a corpse, it has already pulled T'bitha on top of itself and the altar and it attempts to bite your wrist, T'bitha.
Bite attack: 24 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
If the attack hits (T'bitha)
The first d6 is piercing damage, the other 2d6 is necrotic damage. Your maximum hit points are reduced by the amount of necrotic damage dealt to you. You have a scar on your wrist now, where these four fangs pierced your skin.
After the corpse attempts to bite T'bitha, whether it does so or not, Khessa, you pull T'bitha back as you swing your greatsword lopping the head off the corpse. You watch as it rolls across the room.
T’bitha feels herself pulled onto the corpse, eyes widened in fear. As the fangs reach out to snap at her wrist, T’bitha feels a hand grab onto her and pull her off. She falls to the floor, breathing heavily. She watches Khessa’s sword lop the head off as it falls to the floor and roll across the room. T’bitha looks up to Khessa, still breathing heavily, “I-it asked me to remove the stake so it didn’t have to live in that state. I-I..th-that was foolish and naive of me. I’m sorry. I shall be more careful next time.”
T’bitha wobbily stands up and looks at the party, feeling partly guilty and partly sheepish. “Seriously, I was curious and I genuinely thought I was helping that…that thing.”
"But what you was thinking, T'bitha?" Khessa checks the condition of the priestess of Eilistraee, with sincere concern at the bottom of her blue eyes "Everything in order? Anyway," she smiles reassuringly, patting her on the shoulder in a friendly way "for next time... this is how you do it, when someone says 'let me die', ok?"
"Speaking with the creature might have helped," conceeds Khessa comforting T'bitha "it might have been a good thing to do. I think you had a good idea. Maybe the thing knew something about the crypt and we could have bargained for that information. But yes, we should never forget that we are in a deadly place... some care is always advisable. And now mr death wish can not speak anymore. We'll have to do without it" the tall arcane warrior shrugs.
"Speaking of that," she talks to all now "there is no trace of the urn. Only the sarcophagus and the buttons remain to be examined. What do we want to try first?"
As the two of you exchange these words, you notice the body on the altar disappear, along with the head. In its place, a thick mist begins to apparate. You hear the voice once more in the back of your head, T'bitha "thank you" this time however, the voice is eerie, yet calm. The mist quickly escapes up the stairs, disappearing. You're still grasping the stake tightly in one hand, T'bitha.
"Maybe I spoke too soon..." Khessa raises an eyebrow "Mr Death Wish is not as dead as I thought. Oh, well, maybe next time it will be more eager to speak. Anyway, I think we should keep that stake" the blonde arcane warrior smiles at the drow. "If it is the 'Spear of Ambriel' it should be of great historical interest... and perhaps even valuable".
"Well that was exciting." Hadi says, taking his hand from the whip at his side. Everything had happened so fast that he's still only realizing what dangers exist here. He then nods about taking the stake, adding, "In a place like this you never know what might be magical or useful later. Shall we?" He then gestures back towards the buttons, obviously curious.
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T’bitha shakes her head to get the voice out and watches as the mist escapes. She looks at the stake in her hand and then to Hadi and Khessa. ”Yes. I, um…It probably has some sort of significance. I think I need to not be so curious as I should be skeptical.” She follows Hadi and Khessa away from the altar, while tucking the stake in her pack. All the while focusing on the stairway where the mist disappeared to. I hope that is the last I hear from that creature…
You all head up the stairs to the main floor of the mausoleum. Any traces of that corpse that turned into mist, is seemingly gone, and standing in front of you is the column where the three buttons were. Two buttons stay untouched, the third is missing the cap, instead a metal rod takes its place, though Dimitri is positive you could still work the button, if you pushed the metal rod into the column.
You have three buttons in front of you, let me know how many you're pushing and which ones.
(OOC: I'm going to assume you all went up unless someone says they want to stay below.)
Under his breath, Tristan whispers a reply "Yes. I was among them"
After the undead threat is dealt with, Tristan breathes a sigh of relief. "Everything the blood witch has touched is out to kill us, it would be good to remember that." Does that include myself? He thinks quietly.
As they discuss the buttons, Tristan offers a stray thought "Perhaps one manually activates the trap, one manually deactivates it and one disables it completely. I say press them each in turn, we don't want any more nasty surprises, at least this way we are ready if something decides to jump out at us.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"One at a time is prudent," Hadi says with a smile. "Shall we just start with the first?" He then sends his mage hand over the button, waiting for the ok from the others.
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