"I think you might be right. Maybe it wants to lead us in the right direction", Narion said, visibly suprised by the turn of events. "If we want to move forward, this door probably is the way to go."
The dragon leads you through several of the previous tunnels to the kraken door. It flaps its wings for a moment and points its snout at a tiny rune nestled amongst the carved waves you had overlooked previously.
Tyrros snorts in anger, upset he hadn't noticed this rune before; he's seen these, it's the source rune that drives all the mystic energy through the 'engine' of the trap. Scratching the rune off would disable the trap. But he also notices that the rune is trapped; any living creature that touches the rune will trigger the trap.
[This campaign is currently of an unknown status; one player has left, one wants to rejoin as a new character, and I don't think I've heard from Texas yet. So posting may be slower here until we figure everything out. Feel free to continue posting as that will tell me people want to continue]
He nods and points out the rune. "Yeah, this one right here has trapped the door. Scratching it away should do the trick, but touching it will trigger the trap. Perhaps your magic hand could do the job?"
As the others investigated the other Narion kept watch over them, ready to pounce on any threat that would present itself. "I'm glad that I'm with people who can handle this trap infested place. Without you guys I would have been lost down here."
Texas summons his spectral hand again and has it hold the skull he picked up earlier, "Y'all might want to stand back in case this doesn't work." Texas moves to the side of the door and, when everyone is clear of the door, will move the mage hand to use the skull to scrape off the rune that Tyrros pointed out.
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Once the rune is scratched off, Tyrros moves forward to open the door for the little creature, holding a readiedEldritch Blast for any enemies lurking behind the door.
With effort, the door grinds open. The dragon trills and hops forward like a bird. Before you is a hallway; great slabs of stone form the floor, walls and ceiling. It's damp and smells horridly foul; rot of meat is the predominant stench. Through the gloom you perceive that the hallway is roughly twenty feet long and opens with no door into a chamber at the end. On the left of the hallway are two doors, one after the other. The tiny dragon hops forward and seems to 'think' in front of the first door, then turns back to you, nods, and points its snout at the door.
Texas has his mage hand drop the skull and he moves to the side of the door the pusdodragon is pointing at. He then re-summons the mage hand positioning it to open the door, "Well, here we go. Be ready just in case." He says and has the spectral hand open the door.
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Texas' mage hand opens the door; the little dragon hops up and down excitedly. Inside is a cell, roughly 5 by ten feet; three humanoids sprawl on the floor of the cell, rousing from unconsciousness. A female goliath with a pegleg stumbles while trying to help a water genasi to his feet. Behind them, a human huddles on the floor, unconscious.
Bowark offers her hand to Valik, and after catching her own balance, pulls him to his feet, and finishing the sentence she had tried to start before the sphere had engulfed them, "I have no idea..." In the shock of two of their comrades death, the near constant smile that had plastered Bowark's face since their entry to the tomb was gone and her ashen skin had taken a pale undertone to it.
As she takes in her surroundings, she sees the small dragon first and her brow furrows, then she registers the human with the spectral hand floating in front of him and her frown gets deeper. "Okay... what is going on here?" She looks to Valik, "Different dimensions? What was that?" Finally, her attention settles on the human in front of her, "Fine, first things first, who the hell are you?"
Valik accepts the womans help to stand. His loose militaristic robes seem to billow and an unfelt breeze brushes the loose dirt off. The air genasi follows Bowarks gaze to the man standing before them with a...baby dragon? That couldn't be right.
He summoned a swirl of wind to his hands and stands ready to hear the intentions and answers to Bowark's question. "It's best to answer her, she does not suffer her time wasted."
Texas dismisses the spectral hand with a wave that he uses to also wave at the people in the cell, "Well, I am Texas and these are Narion, Tyrros." He gestures to the goliath and the asimar, "And...Wil is gone..." He says a bit confused as he looks around. "Anyway, who are y'all and why are you prisoners?" His gaze darts between the caster and the lady goliath.
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Valik notices the unconscious huddled figure behind him and his friend. "I am Valik and this is fine beauty is Bowark. We, uh, well I honestly don't know how we ended up here or who this one is," he gestures behind him. "Perhaps though someone could check it out? I don't have any abilities to heal, just the opposite. "
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"I think you might be right. Maybe it wants to lead us in the right direction", Narion said, visibly suprised by the turn of events. "If we want to move forward, this door probably is the way to go."
Realization dawns on Wil “wait guys I think...he?/ or she knows the way to the lich’s phylactery!”
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[to follow the dragon you'll be moving away from the doors, back into the first cavern. Just clarifying. Actions?]
Following after the pseudo dragon as quickly and quietly as possible.
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Perception: 16
The dragon leads you through several of the previous tunnels to the kraken door. It flaps its wings for a moment and points its snout at a tiny rune nestled amongst the carved waves you had overlooked previously.
Tyrros leans in and attempts to study the rune, looking to see if he would know it’s purpose or origin.
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Tyrros snorts in anger, upset he hadn't noticed this rune before; he's seen these, it's the source rune that drives all the mystic energy through the 'engine' of the trap. Scratching the rune off would disable the trap. But he also notices that the rune is trapped; any living creature that touches the rune will trigger the trap.
[This campaign is currently of an unknown status; one player has left, one wants to rejoin as a new character, and I don't think I've heard from Texas yet. So posting may be slower here until we figure everything out. Feel free to continue posting as that will tell me people want to continue]
Texas walks over to Tyrros, "Did you find something?"
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He nods and points out the rune. "Yeah, this one right here has trapped the door. Scratching it away should do the trick, but touching it will trigger the trap. Perhaps your magic hand could do the job?"
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As the others investigated the other Narion kept watch over them, ready to pounce on any threat that would present itself. "I'm glad that I'm with people who can handle this trap infested place. Without you guys I would have been lost down here."
Texas summons his spectral hand again and has it hold the skull he picked up earlier, "Y'all might want to stand back in case this doesn't work." Texas moves to the side of the door and, when everyone is clear of the door, will move the mage hand to use the skull to scrape off the rune that Tyrros pointed out.
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
The little dragon hops up and down excitedly and points its snout forward, waiting for someone to open the door.
Once the rune is scratched off, Tyrros moves forward to open the door for the little creature, holding a readied Eldritch Blast for any enemies lurking behind the door.
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With effort, the door grinds open. The dragon trills and hops forward like a bird. Before you is a hallway; great slabs of stone form the floor, walls and ceiling. It's damp and smells horridly foul; rot of meat is the predominant stench. Through the gloom you perceive that the hallway is roughly twenty feet long and opens with no door into a chamber at the end. On the left of the hallway are two doors, one after the other. The tiny dragon hops forward and seems to 'think' in front of the first door, then turns back to you, nods, and points its snout at the door.
Texas has his mage hand drop the skull and he moves to the side of the door the pusdodragon is pointing at. He then re-summons the mage hand positioning it to open the door, "Well, here we go. Be ready just in case." He says and has the spectral hand open the door.
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
Texas' mage hand opens the door; the little dragon hops up and down excitedly. Inside is a cell, roughly 5 by ten feet; three humanoids sprawl on the floor of the cell, rousing from unconsciousness. A female goliath with a pegleg stumbles while trying to help a water genasi to his feet. Behind them, a human huddles on the floor, unconscious.
Bowark offers her hand to Valik, and after catching her own balance, pulls him to his feet, and finishing the sentence she had tried to start before the sphere had engulfed them, "I have no idea..." In the shock of two of their comrades death, the near constant smile that had plastered Bowark's face since their entry to the tomb was gone and her ashen skin had taken a pale undertone to it.
As she takes in her surroundings, she sees the small dragon first and her brow furrows, then she registers the human with the spectral hand floating in front of him and her frown gets deeper. "Okay... what is going on here?" She looks to Valik, "Different dimensions? What was that?" Finally, her attention settles on the human in front of her, "Fine, first things first, who the hell are you?"
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Valik accepts the womans help to stand. His loose militaristic robes seem to billow and an unfelt breeze brushes the loose dirt off. The air genasi follows Bowarks gaze to the man standing before them with a...baby dragon? That couldn't be right.
He summoned a swirl of wind to his hands and stands ready to hear the intentions and answers to Bowark's question. "It's best to answer her, she does not suffer her time wasted."
Texas dismisses the spectral hand with a wave that he uses to also wave at the people in the cell, "Well, I am Texas and these are Narion, Tyrros." He gestures to the goliath and the asimar, "And...Wil is gone..." He says a bit confused as he looks around. "Anyway, who are y'all and why are you prisoners?" His gaze darts between the caster and the lady goliath.
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
Valik notices the unconscious huddled figure behind him and his friend. "I am Valik and this is fine beauty is Bowark. We, uh, well I honestly don't know how we ended up here or who this one is," he gestures behind him. "Perhaps though someone could check it out? I don't have any abilities to heal, just the opposite. "