After two hours of riding horses in the desert, the guide leading stops. “We’re here.” You see ruins that look thousands of years old. There is an entrance sticking out of the ground, blocked by a metal gate covered in barbed wire. The man pulls the wire of and unlocks the gate. He opens it very slowly and cautiously. When it opens it reveals a staircase leading down. “This is it,” he says, “ The tomb of horrors, Are you sure about this?”
Klong wipes the sand from his broad sweaty forehead. He jumps down from his camel. The beast appears noticeably relieved when the Goliath dismounts.
Despite the heat, Klong smiles broadly. "Klong thirsty!" he announces to no one in particular, before gulping down a half gallon of water. He then turns to survey the others. Then looking to the guide, he replies. "Klong sure, why not?"
A woman, who appears to be human except for her light blue pupil-less eyeballs, gets down from the horse and go to the front of the stare way. "I’m sure. This is the purpose of my journey."
You all have seen for the last few hours a hooded figure in grey brown cloak riding. This person dismounts the horse, landing making no sound, removes the hood to reveal a human female. Light of skin, almost translucent, with brown hair shaved on the sides and back. The top is longer, but manageable and pulled up in a ponytail showing her undercut.
Her face has soft features with eyes a pale blue, reminding you of the evening as the light fades into night. A scar running parallel with her left jaw line and a tattoo of similar proportion on her right side (as if she intended the symmetry) also dons her face.
Lean in stature, she stands roughly 5ft in height. You notice her hands have some wrapping on them up to the knuckles.
"Thanks" she says as she replaces the hood on her head. "Let's do this." She says to the group as she cracks her knuckles
Klong sees the woman, taking in the scar for the first time. "OOOH, big scar on your face!", he says loudly in appreciation.
He smiles honestly, showing a collection of white and yellow teeth in disarray, some the size of a human thumb. It's clear from his demeanor that this gauche exclamation is not meant to give offense. "Look like it hurt! How you get?"
"Took a talon to the face from a giant eagle." She says as turns her head nearly all the way around to look at Klong. Her body quickly follows her head rotation. "Lost in a turf battle for some land."
M'Daelio, dismounts the mule he was riding on and grins, His muscular body indicates that he's a born fighter. His dark skin is a hard contrast with the bright sands. His dark eyes survey the scene before him. "I was born for this, May Sedge protect me and give me strength."
With a slight swagger he slowly approaches the tomb.
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Klong nods appreciatively. He pulls up the side of his shirt, showing a craggy patch of burned and broken skin up from his kidney to his armpit. The skin is covered in scars, and scarred yet again. The result looks like clay molded by a child's hand.
"Klong no fancy story like eagle. Just capture by goblin clan. One week in chain. They take turn, when one tire, next one come. Child goblin give worst hurt."
Lirin dismounts a few feet off from the others. He has his hood up and even thru the large amount of cloth that is concealing his body the group can make out that the body beneath has a very irregular shape. He did not talk much during the trip and kept his face hidden in shadows, but on a few occasions, the low er half of his face with would have been visible, revealing a jaw that has an odd angle to it and a mouth that he seems to be unable to fully close, which makes him drool a little all the time.
Lirin is visibly uncomfortable with being in the bright desert sun. He gives the guide a glance and says:
"Let'sh get in there then, can't be that mudf worsh than out here."
Aera looks are the scars and her head tilt in curiosity in a manner that slighly resembles that of a bird checking its surroundings. "Nice. Sorry for the sucky story behind them. Damned Goblins." She looks around at the group and says to Klong "looks like we are all ready." She adjusts her cloak and hood and walks to align herself in the middle of the pack.
You all walk down the steps into a long hallway, bright, brilliant colors are to be seen everywhere, the stones and pigments undimmed by the passage of decades. The floor of the corridor is a colorful mosaic of stone, with a distinct, winding path of red tiles about two feet wide snaking its way down south down the corridor. No stonework can be seen on the walls or the ceiling twenty feet above, for some sort of cement or plaster has been smoothed over all of these surfaces and then illustrated. The scenes show fields with knife grazing, a corpse with several wolves in the background, workers of various races and strange human-animal mixtures — pig-human, ape-human, and dog-human— going about various tasks. Certain of the frescoes show rooms of some building— a library filled with many books and scrolls, the door of a torture chamber, and a wizard’s work room.There are chairs, windows, boxes, bales, doors, chests, birds, bats, spiders, and all manner of things shown on the wall.
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Aera walks around a bit looking st the images but is focused truly on the cement covering. "Why did they cover up what was there with knives and wolves?"
She then bends down to the red tile floor and looks for any kind tracks or markings of any previous visitors
The most outstanding feature in this location is actually outstanding! Two jackal-headed human figures are painted so as to appear to be holding a real life bronze chest that protrudes from the wall. It’s also a door.
Thordain
These murals don’t depict actual events that you remember.
Trapfin3r
You don’t see any tracks but you do see barley noticeable runes in the floor.
”Acererak congratulates you on your powers of observation, so make whatever you wish, for you will be mine in the end no matter what! Go back to the tormentor or through the arch, and the second great hall you’ll discover. Shun green if you can, but night’s good color is for those of great valor. If shares of red stand for blood, the wise will not need sacrifice aught but a loop of magical metal—you’re well along your march. Two pits along the way will be found to lead to a fortuitous fall, so check the wall. These keys and those are most important of all, and beware of trembling hands and what will maul. If you find the false you find the true, and into the columned hall you’ll come, and there the throne that’s key and keyed. The iron men of visage grim do more than meets the viewers eye. You’ve left and left and found my tomb, and now your souls will die.“
After two hours of riding horses in the desert, the guide leading stops. “We’re here.” You see ruins that look thousands of years old. There is an entrance sticking out of the ground, blocked by a metal gate covered in barbed wire. The man pulls the wire of and unlocks the gate. He opens it very slowly and cautiously. When it opens it reveals a staircase leading down. “This is it,” he says, “ The tomb of horrors, Are you sure about this?”
Klong wipes the sand from his broad sweaty forehead. He jumps down from his camel. The beast appears noticeably relieved when the Goliath dismounts.
Despite the heat, Klong smiles broadly. "Klong thirsty!" he announces to no one in particular, before gulping down a half gallon of water. He then turns to survey the others. Then looking to the guide, he replies. "Klong sure, why not?"
Brunella Wildheart, Dwarf Barbarian,Tomb of Annihilation
Nyx, Fairy Cleric, Descent Into Avernus
A woman, who appears to be human except for her light blue pupil-less eyeballs, gets down from the horse and go to the front of the stare way. "I’m sure. This is the purpose of my journey."
You all have seen for the last few hours a hooded figure in grey brown cloak riding. This person dismounts the horse, landing making no sound, removes the hood to reveal a human female. Light of skin, almost translucent, with brown hair shaved on the sides and back. The top is longer, but manageable and pulled up in a ponytail showing her undercut.
Her face has soft features with eyes a pale blue, reminding you of the evening as the light fades into night. A scar running parallel with her left jaw line and a tattoo of similar proportion on her right side (as if she intended the symmetry) also dons her face.
Lean in stature, she stands roughly 5ft in height. You notice her hands have some wrapping on them up to the knuckles.
"Thanks" she says as she replaces the hood on her head. "Let's do this." She says to the group as she cracks her knuckles
Klong sees the woman, taking in the scar for the first time. "OOOH, big scar on your face!", he says loudly in appreciation.
He smiles honestly, showing a collection of white and yellow teeth in disarray, some the size of a human thumb. It's clear from his demeanor that this gauche exclamation is not meant to give offense. "Look like it hurt! How you get?"
Brunella Wildheart, Dwarf Barbarian,Tomb of Annihilation
Nyx, Fairy Cleric, Descent Into Avernus
"Took a talon to the face from a giant eagle." She says as turns her head nearly all the way around to look at Klong. Her body quickly follows her head rotation. "Lost in a turf battle for some land."
M'Daelio, dismounts the mule he was riding on and grins, His muscular body indicates that he's a born fighter. His dark skin is a hard contrast with the bright sands. His dark eyes survey the scene before him. "I was born for this, May Sedge protect me and give me strength."
With a slight swagger he slowly approaches the tomb.
Cult of Sedge
Rangers are the best, and have always been the best
I love Homebrew
I hate paladins
Warrior Bovine
"Giant eagle. Very good!"
Klong nods appreciatively. He pulls up the side of his shirt, showing a craggy patch of burned and broken skin up from his kidney to his armpit. The skin is covered in scars, and scarred yet again. The result looks like clay molded by a child's hand.
"Klong no fancy story like eagle. Just capture by goblin clan. One week in chain. They take turn, when one tire, next one come. Child goblin give worst hurt."
Brunella Wildheart, Dwarf Barbarian,Tomb of Annihilation
Nyx, Fairy Cleric, Descent Into Avernus
Rashana stands aside quietly and looks at the pair showing off their scars.
She feels a slight tick behind her head, then she says to herself. "Yes, I know. I find that strange too."
a tall half elf in full armour dismounts. he removes his helmet, which is framed by dragon wings. "this will be a walk in the proverbial park"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Lirin dismounts a few feet off from the others. He has his hood up and even thru the large amount of cloth that is concealing his body the group can make out that the body beneath has a very irregular shape. He did not talk much during the trip and kept his face hidden in shadows, but on a few occasions, the low er half of his face with would have been visible, revealing a jaw that has an odd angle to it and a mouth that he seems to be unable to fully close, which makes him drool a little all the time.
Lirin is visibly uncomfortable with being in the bright desert sun. He gives the guide a glance and says:
"Let'sh get in there then, can't be that mudf worsh than out here."
Aera looks are the scars and her head tilt in curiosity in a manner that slighly resembles that of a bird checking its surroundings. "Nice. Sorry for the sucky story behind them. Damned Goblins." She looks around at the group and says to Klong "looks like we are all ready." She adjusts her cloak and hood and walks to align herself in the middle of the pack.
You all walk down the steps into a long hallway, bright, brilliant colors are to be seen everywhere, the stones and pigments undimmed by the passage of decades. The floor of the corridor is a colorful mosaic of stone, with a distinct, winding path of red tiles about two feet wide snaking its way down south down the corridor. No stonework can be seen on the walls or the ceiling twenty feet above, for some sort of cement or plaster has been smoothed over all of these surfaces and then illustrated. The scenes show fields with knife grazing, a corpse with several wolves in the background, workers of various races and strange human-animal mixtures — pig-human, ape-human, and dog-human— going about various tasks. Certain of the frescoes show rooms of some building— a library filled with many books and scrolls, the door of a torture chamber, and a wizard’s work room.There are chairs, windows, boxes, bales, doors, chests, birds, bats, spiders, and all manner of things shown on the wall.
"Interesting", I say, pausing to look at the hieroglyphs. Is there anything i can distinguish from the "hieroglypghs"? Perception 20
Cult of Sedge
Rangers are the best, and have always been the best
I love Homebrew
I hate paladins
Warrior Bovine
"carful" killan jokes "they might jump out at you"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
I_Love_Tarrasques
You cannot find anything out of the ordinary with the murals.
Klong looks at the murals, attempting to see if these scenes represent anything from the stories he has heard and the songs he has sung.
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Brunella Wildheart, Dwarf Barbarian,Tomb of Annihilation
Nyx, Fairy Cleric, Descent Into Avernus
Aera walks around a bit looking st the images but is focused truly on the cement covering. "Why did they cover up what was there with knives and wolves?"
She then bends down to the red tile floor and looks for any kind tracks or markings of any previous visitors
Survival 13
I_Love_Tarrasques
I’m sorry I missed something, here it is
The most outstanding feature in this location is actually outstanding! Two jackal-headed human figures are painted so as to appear to be holding a real life bronze chest that protrudes from the wall. It’s also a door.
Thordain
These murals don’t depict actual events that you remember.
Trapfin3r
You don’t see any tracks but you do see barley noticeable runes in the floor.
”Acererak congratulates you on your powers of observation, so make whatever you wish, for you will be mine in the end no matter what! Go back to the tormentor or through the arch, and the second great hall you’ll discover. Shun green if you can, but night’s good color is for those of great valor. If shares of red stand for blood, the wise will not need sacrifice aught but a loop of magical metal—you’re well along your march. Two pits along the way will be found to lead to a fortuitous fall, so check the wall. These keys and those are most important of all, and beware of trembling hands and what will maul. If you find the false you find the true, and into the columned hall you’ll come, and there the throne that’s key and keyed. The iron men of visage grim do more than meets the viewers eye. You’ve left and left and found my tomb, and now your souls will die.“
I open the chest if i can, If i can't i open the door.
Cult of Sedge
Rangers are the best, and have always been the best
I love Homebrew
I hate paladins
Warrior Bovine