Eralynn, confused, nods when Crystal speaks. She accepts the help, and tests her leg out one more time, shrugging it off to some cosmic insignificance. She followed everyone upstairs.
"Right!" Ecko excitedly begins - "Here's the deal; we either drag Ysabell's body to the pool and hope the healing waters magically free her. The hags transformed someone into a medusa, right? Unlike Ga- uh, erm, unlike that wight - hags aren't idiots. I'm pretty sure they have a cure for this somewhere. Why would they transform someone into a medusa without making sure they're covered? It's simple. Let's go and have a look."
Two things Ecko suggests the party tries; -Bring Ysastone to the healing pool and hope it heals her. -Scour the entirety of the premise - starting with T1, T2, T4, T5, and T7, since those are the places we know are cleared of hags or their servants - in hopes of finding some cure, scroll, potion, balm, etc. which can help Ysabell. Ecko hopes the hags, in their paranoia, have saved some sort of item which unpetrifies people. -If all else fails, go and kill some hags!
Crystal takes a moment shaking her head a bit “Echo, first off, there is no way we are going to be able to lift Ysa right now… I think Eralynn is correct and that water isn’t going to do squat to help her. Besides, I don’t think the hags we’re thinking ahead like that but rather the evidence in this shrine points to the high possibility that they were hoping that Sylverie would actually turn herself into stone. This place is a prison, we had to break in… all the mirrors in here are shattered… what other explanation could there be? I personally am hoping that Sylvarie will be able to help us once her former self is restored. I really think we need to focus on finding and destroying those paintings she mentioned.”
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"Tour?" Ecko blinks, confused. "Oh! Tower! Okay," he happily replies, beginning to strut off towards the tower with the rest in tow. Time to kill some hags and find some way to re-fleshify Ysabell. Was that the right word? Ecko suddenly stops, all thoughts entirely focused on the correct word for healing someone petrified by a medusa.
As quickly as the thought arrived, Ecko shakes his head in his usual, jittery manner before casting protection from evil and good on himself by imbuing a small goodluck charm - a spare sprocket which fell off the Omnismelter; oh how much Ecko missed it - and walking towards Area T13. Take that, hags. No charming him today. Ecko grimaces. Yuck. Hags. Ew.
A finely crafted stone tower rises among the trees not far from the bathhouse. A statue of a sharp-featured winged elf crouches above the front door, whose bright red surface is decorated with golden swirls.
Ecko casts mage hand and drags a piece of charcoal from the bathhouse's hearth over the statue's upper lip, creating a mustache on the pristine statue and giving a sagelike, approving nod to his work. Every single other statue in this place has been similarly defaced.
"Don't beat yourself up, Eralynn. It was a good rhyme,"Ecko merrily chirps before testing the door, one feathered palm rested on a dagger behind his back. Just in case.
Garmus follows along behind the others, a scowl on his face. He doesn't like the feeling of leaving Ysa behind but there isn't a lot of choice at this point. Best to move forward and find these hags. He thinks he hears Ecko start to say his name but the bird's voices are so varied at times that he wasn't sure. He pulls himself from his thoughts and looks around the room. What in the nine hells was up with these statues? Why did they all have black mustaches?
Ecko nods towards Garmus and grants him a sliver of Guidance to try to help him in his attempts to, ah, ‘breach’ the door in one way or another. “Before we bust our way in, can any of you open locks?”
Before anything, though, Ecko gives a quiet knock on the door, if only so anyone just inside would be able to hear.
"It made sense to me"Crystal tells Eralynn "Besides, this common language is so ridiculous with how to spell things sometimes." she mentions as they move along the path towards the tour tower. "I wonder why that winged elf statue doesn't have a mustache on it yet?"she muses
She watches as Echo approaches the door and tries to open only to find that it's locked... of course it's locked, why wouldn't it be. What the heck is he doing she thinks to herself as Echo taps lightly on the door "Does he always knock on doors that we are going to break into?" she asks Eralynn "That's a bit odd"she chuckles.
Moving over next to G and giving that hulky muscular arm a bit of a squeeze "Can you do it twice in one day?" she asks playfully "I guess you're up.... unless we're gonna wait to see if someone actually answers the door..."
"One you'll never figure out," Ecko mysteriously says, wiggling his hands in the imitation of a spooky ghost. There's absolutely zero way Ecko could ever be considered intimidating. Not after his run-in with Saeth.
He sneezes and pats Garmus on the back, giving him some help by forcefully shoving him forwards towards the door and hoping he's ready to bust it in as he mutters something incomprehensible about conservation of momentum and all that.
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Moving over next to G and giving that hulky muscular arm a bit of a squeeze"Can you do it twice in one day?"she asks playfully"I guess you're up.... unless we're gonna wait to see if someone actually answers the door..."
"Well, we'll certainly see won't we, cuz we ain't waitin'." He states, hoping again to redeem himself from the earlier courage failure.
He sneezes and pats Garmus on the back, giving him some help by forcefully shoving him forwards towards the door and hoping he's ready to bust it in as he mutters something incomprehensible about conservation of momentum and all that.
Garmus feels a push on his shoulder which doesn't even move the stout dwarf. "Did ya really think ya could push a dwarf Master Bird? I'd think you of all people would consider the low center of gravity yer dealin' with?" He asks, eyebrow cocked in question as he moves to the door.
You can do it, you sexy hunk of a dwarf. You ******* got this.
And you do, the door smashes inward.
T13
This foyer has a central spiral staircase leading up. The staircase is flanked by two closed doors, each one set in the middle of a stone wall. A thin, weak-looking dragonborn is feebly trying to sweep the floor here with a well-worn broom.
Ecko immediately placed a finger over his beak in a shushing manner as he stares at the weak Dragonborn. Perhaps a hag in disguise? He shrugs and quietly approaches after waving a quick hello. “Hey. Hey - how are you? I mean, who are you?” he quietly asks. “You don’t look like a hag…listen, we’re here to help.“
"Nice going G! Twice in one day!"she gives him a smile and a wink. Crystal spots the old feeble looking Dragonborn and bends down a bit putting her hands on her knees "Oh my god, you are so cute, just like my great great grandmother... she's small and, well... old, and sweeps the floor with a broom just like this. She simply refuses to get a new one because she says the one she has works just fine and why spend the money to buy something when you don't need to, right?" She suddenly stops, realizing she had just started rambling.... AGAIN..... "Oh, sorry... I talk a lot when I get nervous sometimes.... what was your name?"
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Eralynn, confused, nods when Crystal speaks. She accepts the help, and tests her leg out one more time, shrugging it off to some cosmic insignificance. She followed everyone upstairs.
Ok! So now what?
"Right!" Ecko excitedly begins - "Here's the deal; we either drag Ysabell's body to the pool and hope the healing waters magically free her. The hags transformed someone into a medusa, right? Unlike Ga- uh, erm, unlike that wight - hags aren't idiots. I'm pretty sure they have a cure for this somewhere. Why would they transform someone into a medusa without making sure they're covered? It's simple. Let's go and have a look."
Two things Ecko suggests the party tries;
-Bring Ysastone to the healing pool and hope it heals her.
-Scour the entirety of the premise - starting with T1, T2, T4, T5, and T7, since those are the places we know are cleared of hags or their servants - in hopes of finding some cure, scroll, potion, balm, etc. which can help Ysabell. Ecko hopes the hags, in their paranoia, have saved some sort of item which unpetrifies people.
-If all else fails, go and kill some hags!
Hold on a second there, chirpy, that water aint gonna do squat. It's just water. I say we scour the tour. Heh. That rhymes. She scribbles.
Crystal takes a moment shaking her head a bit “Echo, first off, there is no way we are going to be able to lift Ysa right now… I think Eralynn is correct and that water isn’t going to do squat to help her. Besides, I don’t think the hags we’re thinking ahead like that but rather the evidence in this shrine points to the high possibility that they were hoping that Sylverie would actually turn herself into stone. This place is a prison, we had to break in… all the mirrors in here are shattered… what other explanation could there be? I personally am hoping that Sylvarie will be able to help us once her former self is restored. I really think we need to focus on finding and destroying those paintings she mentioned.”
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PATHFINDER 2e DISCORD: Crystal - Sorceress
"Tour?" Ecko blinks, confused. "Oh! Tower! Okay," he happily replies, beginning to strut off towards the tower with the rest in tow. Time to kill some hags and find some way to re-fleshify Ysabell. Was that the right word? Ecko suddenly stops, all thoughts entirely focused on the correct word for healing someone petrified by a medusa.
As quickly as the thought arrived, Ecko shakes his head in his usual, jittery manner before casting protection from evil and good on himself by imbuing a small goodluck charm - a spare sprocket which fell off the Omnismelter; oh how much Ecko missed it - and walking towards Area T13. Take that, hags. No charming him today. Ecko grimaces. Yuck. Hags. Ew.
Huh? No. Tower. Eralynn looks at her sketchbook. ****. She slaps her head, realizing the grammatical error and sighing.
T13 - FOYER
A finely crafted stone tower rises among the trees not far from the bathhouse. A statue of a sharp-featured winged elf crouches above the front door, whose bright red surface is decorated with golden swirls.
Ecko casts mage hand and drags a piece of charcoal from the bathhouse's hearth over the statue's upper lip, creating a mustache on the pristine statue and giving a sagelike, approving nod to his work. Every single other statue in this place has been similarly defaced.
"Don't beat yourself up, Eralynn. It was a good rhyme," Ecko merrily chirps before testing the door, one feathered palm rested on a dagger behind his back. Just in case.
Only cuz i'm a moron, she snorted.
The door is locked.
Garmus follows along behind the others, a scowl on his face. He doesn't like the feeling of leaving Ysa behind but there isn't a lot of choice at this point. Best to move forward and find these hags. He thinks he hears Ecko start to say his name but the bird's voices are so varied at times that he wasn't sure. He pulls himself from his thoughts and looks around the room. What in the nine hells was up with these statues? Why did they all have black mustaches?
Ecko nods towards Garmus and grants him a sliver of Guidance to try to help him in his attempts to, ah, ‘breach’ the door in one way or another. “Before we bust our way in, can any of you open locks?”
Before anything, though, Ecko gives a quiet knock on the door, if only so anyone just inside would be able to hear.
No one answers the door.
"It made sense to me" Crystal tells Eralynn "Besides, this common language is so ridiculous with how to spell things sometimes." she mentions as they move along the path towards the
tourtower. "I wonder why that winged elf statue doesn't have a mustache on it yet?" she musesShe watches as Echo approaches the door and tries to open only to find that it's locked... of course it's locked, why wouldn't it be. What the heck is he doing she thinks to herself as Echo taps lightly on the door "Does he always knock on doors that we are going to break into?" she asks Eralynn "That's a bit odd" she chuckles.
Moving over next to G and giving that hulky muscular arm a bit of a squeeze "Can you do it twice in one day?" she asks playfully "I guess you're up.... unless we're gonna wait to see if someone actually answers the door..."
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The thoughts and intentions of our feathered friend are another set of mysteries. Eralynn wrote, smiling.
"One you'll never figure out," Ecko mysteriously says, wiggling his hands in the imitation of a spooky ghost. There's absolutely zero way Ecko could ever be considered intimidating. Not after his run-in with Saeth.
He sneezes and pats Garmus on the back, giving him some help by forcefully shoving him forwards towards the door and hoping he's ready to bust it in as he mutters something incomprehensible about conservation of momentum and all that.
Moving over next to G and giving that hulky muscular arm a bit of a squeeze "Can you do it twice in one day?" she asks playfully "I guess you're up.... unless we're gonna wait to see if someone actually answers the door..."
"Well, we'll certainly see won't we, cuz we ain't waitin'." He states, hoping again to redeem himself from the earlier courage failure.
He sneezes and pats Garmus on the back, giving him some help by forcefully shoving him forwards towards the door and hoping he's ready to bust it in as he mutters something incomprehensible about conservation of momentum and all that.
Garmus feels a push on his shoulder which doesn't even move the stout dwarf. "Did ya really think ya could push a dwarf Master Bird? I'd think you of all people would consider the low center of gravity yer dealin' with?" He asks, eyebrow cocked in question as he moves to the door.
St Check for door 19
Eralynn shows you her sketchbook.
You can do it, you sexy hunk of a dwarf. You ******* got this.
And you do, the door smashes inward.
T13
This foyer has a central spiral staircase leading up. The staircase is flanked by two closed doors, each one set in the middle of a stone wall. A thin, weak-looking dragonborn is feebly trying to sweep the floor here with a well-worn broom.
Ecko immediately placed a finger over his beak in a shushing manner as he stares at the weak Dragonborn. Perhaps a hag in disguise? He shrugs and quietly approaches after waving a quick hello. “Hey. Hey - how are you? I mean, who are you?” he quietly asks. “You don’t look like a hag…listen, we’re here to help.“
The door smashes inward.
"Nice going G! Twice in one day!" she gives him a smile and a wink. Crystal spots the old feeble looking Dragonborn and bends down a bit putting her hands on her knees "Oh my god, you are so cute, just like my great great grandmother... she's small and, well... old, and sweeps the floor with a broom just like this. She simply refuses to get a new one because she says the one she has works just fine and why spend the money to buy something when you don't need to, right?" She suddenly stops, realizing she had just started rambling.... AGAIN..... "Oh, sorry... I talk a lot when I get nervous sometimes.... what was your name?"
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T13
The dragonborn startles when she sees you all.
"Please leave! You will make them angry! Go!"
Eralynn is looking around quite nervously. If there were indeed hags here, she didn't like the notion very much.