Despite being on the edge of falling unconscious, Neya does not back down. Able to clearly see Skovac with her own eyes now, she forges forward and lays a flurry of strikes on the Scalebinder. The first attack cracks his armor, the second breaks through it. Neya delivers a third, fatal blow through Skovac's wooden breastplate and then a final blow for good measure. He falls to the ground, his armor and bones clacking about. (Skovac takes 44 magical bludgeoning damage and is DEFEATED.)
One skeleton still stands, and it maintains its blind aggression:
(OOC: Once again, I am not sure what is going on with the dice rolls. The original rolls for the post above were 22 to hit and 8 damage.)
Although Neya might not have been expecting such retaliation, her shadow was. It climbs up the fighter's legs and envelops her like a shield in an instant. The old skeleton cannot bypass it.
The relic scale does not act this time. In fact, the light and heat coming off of it both seem to lessen somewhat.
(Obsben, Graxx, and Utar are up next. Unless his situation changes, Utar needs to roll a DEATH saving throw.)
Graxx looks around now and sees the status of the battle. He notices Utar's body lying.
Graxx quickly moves to AK,25.
Graxx kneels down next to Utar as the main threat is now down.
Graxx closes his eyes and lays one hand on Utar's forehead and smacks another on his chest.
"Come back to us, warrior!" shouts Graxx.
Graxx will use Lay on Hands to heal Utar for 10 Health Points.
Lay on Hands Pool
You have a pool of healing power that can restore 10 HP per long rest. As an action, you can touch a creature to restore any number of HP remaining in the pool, or 5 HP to either cure a disease or neutralize a poison affecting the creature.
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Heeding the call of a faint cry, Utar is pulled back into consciousness. His body complaining loudly as he pushes up to his feet, he shaking points Lightbringer towards the remaining enemy.and fires off a burst of radiant light towards it.
Attack: 25 Damage: 16
(OOC Should the remaining skeleton already be downed, Utar will stand over each body and apply cleansing holy fire to each undead before finding a comfy looking corner and slumping down, intoning a mantra of thanks to Torm. 2d8+4 healing to all - 17.)
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The moment Obsben felt the unnatural chill wash over her a sharp motion of the hand erects another weak but dampening barrier about her to absorb and even contain some of the energy about her. Noting the cloud being wiped away as well, Obby immediately tried scanning her surroundings in half-expectation of being suddenly surrounded by more undead!
But soon as her eyes laid upon undead druid, she has just enough time to get out, "That was most certainly not very chill of you, Skuzzy", just prior to Neya laying down the final smack down, startling even Obsben a little from its suddenness. With an inward curse despite the greater threat being finally put down, the halfling immediately turned to Utar. "Alright, alright. Nap times over, Tusky. Wakey, wakey, egg-foo-toast and bakey!"She encouraged, lacing her words with a bit of magic.
Then while Utar is still stirring, she turns on the last skelleton standing and points, "As for you, buster. We both know you don't really have the guts to keep fighting. So quit being a numskull, drop that weapon, 'C' your way to kelemvors doors 'fore my friends hit you with some real rib ticklers!"
Bonus Action: Cast (2nd level)Healing Word on Utar, restoring 10 Hp.
Action: Cast Dad Joke on last Skellyman. Wis Save(DC 16) or take 3 Psychic Damage plus other penalties.
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As the cold wind passes and the stink cloud lifts, Obsben is pleasantly surprised by what she sees relative to what she had expected. There are only two undead left standing and, despite Neya's critical condition, only Utar is unconscious. In fact, even in her condition, Neya moves forth to then reduce the number of undead still standing to only one, so the overall situation seem to be improving by the second. Obsben thinks she can help move things along on both ends. She starts by making sure that Utar can open his eyes again. (Utar recovers 6 HP.)
The story-weaver of a halfing then viciously mocks the last skeleton standing. The simple undead creature cannot cope with it, an additional crack showing on its cranium. (Skeleton#3 takes 8 psychic damage.)
Still worried about his friend, Graxx drops his fighting stance for a moment and comes to Utar's aid. The paladin of Tempus soothes the still prone cleric of Torm. (Utar recovers 10 HP.)
Feeling much better than he had for the last 30 or so seconds, Utar is finally able to stand on his own two legs. Taking note of the need to put an end to this battle, the half-orc points his weapon at the last enemy and pulverizes it with radiant light. (Skeleton#3 takes 17 radiant damage and is DEFEATED.)
(@MB: The OOC part of your post makes it sound like your intent was such that if you were the one to put the last enemy down, then Utar would NOT cast Sacred Flame and Prayer of Healing. Am I reading this right?)
WE ARE NOW OUT OF INITIATIVE. YOU MAY DO AS YOU WILL.
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Still a little wobbly on his legs, Utar moves around the room a little cautiously, not least because of the memory of the traps within the key rooms, but also, y'know, all the blood loss and massive physical trauma. Standing over each of the undead in turn, he cleanses the remains.
Leaning against a comfortable looking wall, at this point, they all look comfortable to the half-orc, he looks to the other CRAPpers his voice faltering a little as he speaks.
"We...we all whole? Anyone mind if I just...have...a little breather?"
Sliding down the cold stone of the wall, Utar gets himself sort of comfortable and begins to chant his thanks to Torm. Each member of CRAP (within 30ft) feels uplifted and restored, gaining 33 hp.
(OOC Upcasting the spell for additional hps back. No more 5th level slots. RE: dice warning, orginal roll was 26.)
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Seeing Utar at least alive, if albeit a bit out of sorts, Obsben's attention gaze immediately shifted towards the scale. She then looks to the ring on her finger, considering it for a just a moment, before with a frown, shook her head."Uhh, sure Utar. You do you.", She replied to the half-orc, prior to then maneuvering her way over all the bodies to examine Skovac more closely... and maybe rifle through his armor.
Though she held few expectations of finding much of interest, seeing as the un-dead hardly wanted for much, the distraction of the search was important. If she spies anyone going for the scale, she'd pause long to go, "Ah-bu-but! No touchy. At least not yet. Don't want anyone to get burned all of a sudden, or worse yet, if there was something to the claims of that being Tiamat's scale, who knows what sort of corrupting influence it might have on a person."
Apart from that warning(if warranted) and the search(collecting the interesting or seeming important), she'd spend the next few minutes of waiting for Utar's impromptu meditation beginning the process of taking notes of the new room.
Graxx breathes a little easier as he looks around the room and sees everyone alive. Barely alive. But alive.
"Whew... I couldn't see so I didn't realize how rough it was getting on everyone. That magic poison was a good strategy on ol' Skovac's part." says Graxx.
Graxx sets his eyes on the Scale and begins to approach with his eyes glistening in desire but he stops at Obsben's words with his hand outstretched towards the large shield shaped object.
He hesitates then places his hand by his side.
"We gotta get it down somehow... We can't just leave it here for someone to skip along and take it after our hard fought battle." says Graxx.
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"That... I'm surprised we came out the other side as well as we did," Neya says, as she struggles to steady herself after the battle. "I highly doubt Spernik and his crew would have overcome that."
At Graxx's beckoning, Neya comes over to the scale's podium to inspect it and to attempt to read what is written.
"Oh for sure, Graxx. But first, baby steps. It's not like we don't have a little time."Obsben had initially replied to Graxx, if in a somewhat absent-minded tone. She would later pause at the mention of another dragon, and even seem thoughtful for a second. "Mn... Maybe. Might be better to find a lesser to test it out on tho'. Something our employer could perhaps help us out on at that."She further assured, before its back to other business again for a little while longer.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Pretty soon after the fight comes to an end, CRAP exchanges a few words in order to come to an agreement on what to do next. Although some initial intentions have to be deferred for a bit, the party agrees that there should be time for all of it.
While Utar cleanses the fallen undead with holy fire, Obsben begins to poke around Skovac's armor. The first thing she realizes is that the petrified wood has fused itself with the undead flesh beneath it. It would be quite an astronomical task to efficiently detach the two, and it might simply not be worth it. Obsben evaluates the strange but robust set of armor is no more effective than what Utar already wears. Letting her hands poke around a bit more, the halfling finds a few trinkets that could be put to better use. She scoops out not one but two spell scrolls, though she can read only one of them: Flame Arrows.
(OOC: The second scroll is for a spell no one in the party can cast, but I can tell you which spell it is for if anyone succeeds on an arcana check {DC 15}, in case it helps you decide what to do with it later.)
Obsben also plucks a necklace of red gold with a small red dragon scale engraved with a rune meaning "Fire" in Draconic. The necklace does not feel magical to the touch, but the wizard guesses the piece of jewelry might fetch a good price (500gp).
Graxx waves his wand of secrets and confirms that there are no secret passages or mechanical traps in this room and/or altar. Turning his attention to the runes on the scale, he recruits Neya's help in deciphering them. The runes are in the Draconic language and spell out the word "Scorcher". There is a magical essence to them.
By now, Utar has already started his Prayer of Healing. The party members find themselves calmed and soothed over the next ten or so minutes. (Everyone recovers 26 HP.)
In the wake of her curiosity being satisfied(or mollified in the attempt), Obsben approaches Neya offering both the scrolls and necklace. "For safe keeping, if nothing else, until we're back in town. Although-..."She winces and looks off to the side. "... Mn. Yes. About Five Hundred Dragons worth, but more clout from the Sage could be well worth it." She said frankly, before turning back to the others with her usual look of nonchalance.
"If there's really no traps or the like, then... I suppose its fine to take down at this point. Though if you can, see if it'll fit into that bag of yours, if but to hopefully keep it shielded from prying eyes... Especially Spernik. Might be best to just to tell'em the guardian of this place destroyed or 'removed' it. Ya know, on the off chance he slips away and tells his superiors about all that happened." She suggests as much, before setting her focus with earnest on studying and recording any and everything else about the room to give the sage later.
"I can further try to identify the scale as well. Unlock perhaps a few of its magical secrets 'n all that -- But I would need some time."
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Knowing that he doesn't have the luxury of time right now, Utar compartmentalises his uneasy feeling at being powerless to help his friends once again and knows he has to push on. Raising himself up from his postion against the wall, he takes to his feet and surveys the battlefield again. Walking through thecarnage towards Obsben's position, he wades into her conversation on the newly discovered scrolls and the scale.
"Skovac was a druid, right? Makes sense that he'd maybe have something in that vein, no? Also, definitely see if any kind of dark magic is at play on the scale before we take it."
Looking back towards the large door, he starts walking towards it, calling back over his shoulder, "Best one of us go and check on Spernik. I'll wait with him until one of you calls us back into the room. Otherwise, I'll see you on the way out."
(OOC - Full disclosure, I think Utar placed Spernik adjacent to the unlocked door before we tangled with Skovac. I was worried about a blast of flame coming out through the door and did't want him to be chargrilled. Given Skovac's stinky fart cloud drift out of the door, there might be a chance that Spernik got caught in it.)
"Spernik? Oh! Yea, uhm... Make sure not to tell'em what we found, m'kay? Just in case."Obsben calls out after the Half-Orc, then returned to her work. At least until Graxx finished testing the waters with the scale. If all went well after that, she'd motion for him to hold off stowing the thing, and instead bring to her for further studying over the next 10 minutes or so.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
As Obsben spares a minute to study the illegible scroll, Utar's deduction seems to hit it on the nose. The second scroll is for a spell only those closely attune to natural magics can perform: Flame Blade. Perhaps CRAP could gift it to a friendly druid, sell it for cash, or donate it to the Lord Sage as part of the earlier agreement. Obby seems to think that this "exchange for clout" deal could also be applied to the necklace.
Before the group can decide on their next step regarding the scale, Utar remembers they have a prisoner who needs to be checked on. He finds the man struggling on the ground, failing miserably to escape his rope-prison. Salty Bottom watches his attempts with amusement on his face.
Graxx and Obsben reach an agreement and the human warrior reaches for the scale. It is at the moment that Graxx feels... nothing more than a faint tingling of magic on his hands. He removes the relic from its base and holds it while Obsben offers to slowly examine it. The relic is a huge, flawless scale from an ancient dragon. It is nearly three feet wide and engraved with runes that spell "Scorcher" in Draconic. It is also inlaid with silver, gold, and platinum. Obsben is eventually able to share with those in the chamber that the scale's bearer gains the ability to cast a scorching spell once a day (requires attunement). Perhaps more interestingly, the relic radiates powerful abjuration and illusion magic, but it seems to posses no actual magical properties related to those schools of magic as far as she can tell.
"Hm... Curiouser and Curioser."Obsben commented at the end of her ritual. After taking a moment to studying the item a little longer, she seemed to startle a little in remembering of watching eyes, and with some curious hesitance at first, ultimately details her findings to those yet around. "Might make for a good shield with some proper adjustments given it size. And mayhap with attunement, it'll do just that... But I will say that the illusion and abjuration magic on it is quite... troubling. So, I wouldn't recommend doing the 'thing', but... could be a sign that this item is one of the vewy, vewy, VEWY ware... *ahem*... Rare 'evolving' variety. Or, hmm..."
She slides a finger along its surface and ponders a moment more. "If this is really one of 'her' scales, that could also place it more firmly into the artifact category, if not legendary. And those little numbers tend to be far more resistant to the sort of 'minor' divination magic I... possess...."Obsben admits absently before trailing off a bit in thought.
"..... Anyways, it probably won't fit in your bag, so might as well meld with it and see if anything else comes up, eh?"She suggests, offering the scale back up to Graxx with a smile. "In the meantime, I think I'll get back to studying this room. But if you two don't mind tending to the dead with Utar once he's ready, I'd certainly appreciate it."
Despite being on the edge of falling unconscious, Neya does not back down. Able to clearly see Skovac with her own eyes now, she forges forward and lays a flurry of strikes on the Scalebinder. The first attack cracks his armor, the second breaks through it. Neya delivers a third, fatal blow through Skovac's wooden breastplate and then a final blow for good measure. He falls to the ground, his armor and bones clacking about. (Skovac takes 44 magical bludgeoning damage and is DEFEATED.)
One skeleton still stands, and it maintains its blind aggression:
-> Shortsword vs. Neya: Attack: 22 Damage: 8
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(OOC: Once again, I am not sure what is going on with the dice rolls. The original rolls for the post above were 22 to hit and 8 damage.)
Although Neya might not have been expecting such retaliation, her shadow was. It climbs up the fighter's legs and envelops her like a shield in an instant. The old skeleton cannot bypass it.
The relic scale does not act this time. In fact, the light and heat coming off of it both seem to lessen somewhat.
(Obsben, Graxx, and Utar are up next. Unless his situation changes, Utar needs to roll a DEATH saving throw.)
Graxx looks around now and sees the status of the battle. He notices Utar's body lying.
Graxx quickly moves to AK,25.
Graxx kneels down next to Utar as the main threat is now down.
Graxx closes his eyes and lays one hand on Utar's forehead and smacks another on his chest.
"Come back to us, warrior!" shouts Graxx.
Graxx will use Lay on Hands to heal Utar for 10 Health Points.
You have a pool of healing power that can restore 10 HP per long rest. As an action, you can touch a creature to restore any number of HP remaining in the pool, or 5 HP to either cure a disease or neutralize a poison affecting the creature.
Heeding the call of a faint cry, Utar is pulled back into consciousness. His body complaining loudly as he pushes up to his feet, he shaking points Lightbringer towards the remaining enemy.and fires off a burst of radiant light towards it.
Attack: 25 Damage: 16
(OOC Should the remaining skeleton already be downed, Utar will stand over each body and apply cleansing holy fire to each undead before finding a comfy looking corner and slumping down, intoning a mantra of thanks to Torm. 2d8+4 healing to all - 17.)
The moment Obsben felt the unnatural chill wash over her a sharp motion of the hand erects another weak but dampening barrier about her to absorb and even contain some of the energy about her. Noting the cloud being wiped away as well, Obby immediately tried scanning her surroundings in half-expectation of being suddenly surrounded by more undead!
But soon as her eyes laid upon undead druid, she has just enough time to get out, "That was most certainly not very chill of you, Skuzzy", just prior to Neya laying down the final smack down, startling even Obsben a little from its suddenness. With an inward curse despite the greater threat being finally put down, the halfling immediately turned to Utar. "Alright, alright. Nap times over, Tusky. Wakey, wakey, egg-foo-toast and bakey!" She encouraged, lacing her words with a bit of magic.
Then while Utar is still stirring, she turns on the last skelleton standing and points, "As for you, buster. We both know you don't really have the guts to keep fighting. So quit being a numskull, drop that weapon, 'C' your way to kelemvors doors 'fore my friends hit you with some real rib ticklers!"
Bonus Action: Cast (2nd level)Healing Word on Utar, restoring 10 Hp.
Action: Cast Dad Joke on last Skellyman. Wis Save(DC 16) or take 3 Psychic Damage plus other penalties.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
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WIS save {DC 16}: 10
As the cold wind passes and the stink cloud lifts, Obsben is pleasantly surprised by what she sees relative to what she had expected. There are only two undead left standing and, despite Neya's critical condition, only Utar is unconscious. In fact, even in her condition, Neya moves forth to then reduce the number of undead still standing to only one, so the overall situation seem to be improving by the second. Obsben thinks she can help move things along on both ends. She starts by making sure that Utar can open his eyes again. (Utar recovers 6 HP.)
The story-weaver of a halfing then viciously mocks the last skeleton standing. The simple undead creature cannot cope with it, an additional crack showing on its cranium. (Skeleton#3 takes 8 psychic damage.)
Still worried about his friend, Graxx drops his fighting stance for a moment and comes to Utar's aid. The paladin of Tempus soothes the still prone cleric of Torm. (Utar recovers 10 HP.)
Feeling much better than he had for the last 30 or so seconds, Utar is finally able to stand on his own two legs. Taking note of the need to put an end to this battle, the half-orc points his weapon at the last enemy and pulverizes it with radiant light. (Skeleton#3 takes 17 radiant damage and is DEFEATED.)
(@MB: The OOC part of your post makes it sound like your intent was such that if you were the one to put the last enemy down, then Utar would NOT cast Sacred Flame and Prayer of Healing. Am I reading this right?)
WE ARE NOW OUT OF INITIATIVE. YOU MAY DO AS YOU WILL.
Still a little wobbly on his legs, Utar moves around the room a little cautiously, not least because of the memory of the traps within the key rooms, but also, y'know, all the blood loss and massive physical trauma. Standing over each of the undead in turn, he cleanses the remains.
Leaning against a comfortable looking wall, at this point, they all look comfortable to the half-orc, he looks to the other CRAPpers his voice faltering a little as he speaks.
"We...we all whole? Anyone mind if I just...have...a little breather?"
Sliding down the cold stone of the wall, Utar gets himself sort of comfortable and begins to chant his thanks to Torm. Each member of CRAP (within 30ft) feels uplifted and restored, gaining 33 hp.
(OOC Upcasting the spell for additional hps back. No more 5th level slots. RE: dice warning, orginal roll was 26.)
Seeing Utar at least alive, if albeit a bit out of sorts, Obsben's attention gaze immediately shifted towards the scale. She then looks to the ring on her finger, considering it for a just a moment, before with a frown, shook her head. "Uhh, sure Utar. You do you.", She replied to the half-orc, prior to then maneuvering her way over all the bodies to examine Skovac more closely... and maybe rifle through his armor.
Though she held few expectations of finding much of interest, seeing as the un-dead hardly wanted for much, the distraction of the search was important. If she spies anyone going for the scale, she'd pause long to go, "Ah-bu-but! No touchy. At least not yet. Don't want anyone to get burned all of a sudden, or worse yet, if there was something to the claims of that being Tiamat's scale, who knows what sort of corrupting influence it might have on a person."
Apart from that warning(if warranted) and the search(collecting the interesting or seeming important), she'd spend the next few minutes of waiting for Utar's impromptu meditation beginning the process of taking notes of the new room.
-Skovac Body Search: 15. (22)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Graxx breathes a little easier as he looks around the room and sees everyone alive. Barely alive. But alive.
"Whew... I couldn't see so I didn't realize how rough it was getting on everyone. That magic poison was a good strategy on ol' Skovac's part." says Graxx.
Graxx sets his eyes on the Scale and begins to approach with his eyes glistening in desire but he stops at Obsben's words with his hand outstretched towards the large shield shaped object.
He hesitates then places his hand by his side.
"We gotta get it down somehow... We can't just leave it here for someone to skip along and take it after our hard fought battle." says Graxx.
Graxx sets his axe down and retrieves the Wand of Secrets.
Graxx twirls it around and points it at the scale to see if there are any traps.
"Here I'll see if it's trapped."
Graxx looks at the runes on the scale.
"Any of you got an idea what these runs may mean?" asks Graxx.
Graxx looks out of his eye sideways at the group.
"I wonder if it would work on the green dragon Claugiyliamatar..." Graxx says aloud.
Graxx turns to the others.
"How would we test it... Without dying if it doesn't work?" asks Graxx.
"That... I'm surprised we came out the other side as well as we did," Neya says, as she struggles to steady herself after the battle. "I highly doubt Spernik and his crew would have overcome that."
At Graxx's beckoning, Neya comes over to the scale's podium to inspect it and to attempt to read what is written.
"Let's see..."
General Intelligence (+4 if Religion applies): 14
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"Oh for sure, Graxx. But first, baby steps. It's not like we don't have a little time." Obsben had initially replied to Graxx, if in a somewhat absent-minded tone. She would later pause at the mention of another dragon, and even seem thoughtful for a second. "Mn... Maybe. Might be better to find a lesser to test it out on tho'. Something our employer could perhaps help us out on at that." She further assured, before its back to other business again for a little while longer.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Pretty soon after the fight comes to an end, CRAP exchanges a few words in order to come to an agreement on what to do next. Although some initial intentions have to be deferred for a bit, the party agrees that there should be time for all of it.
While Utar cleanses the fallen undead with holy fire, Obsben begins to poke around Skovac's armor. The first thing she realizes is that the petrified wood has fused itself with the undead flesh beneath it. It would be quite an astronomical task to efficiently detach the two, and it might simply not be worth it. Obsben evaluates the strange but robust set of armor is no more effective than what Utar already wears. Letting her hands poke around a bit more, the halfling finds a few trinkets that could be put to better use. She scoops out not one but two spell scrolls, though she can read only one of them: Flame Arrows.
(OOC: The second scroll is for a spell no one in the party can cast, but I can tell you which spell it is for if anyone succeeds on an arcana check {DC 15}, in case it helps you decide what to do with it later.)
Obsben also plucks a necklace of red gold with a small red dragon scale engraved with a rune meaning "Fire" in Draconic. The necklace does not feel magical to the touch, but the wizard guesses the piece of jewelry might fetch a good price (500gp).
Graxx waves his wand of secrets and confirms that there are no secret passages or mechanical traps in this room and/or altar. Turning his attention to the runes on the scale, he recruits Neya's help in deciphering them. The runes are in the Draconic language and spell out the word "Scorcher". There is a magical essence to them.
By now, Utar has already started his Prayer of Healing. The party members find themselves calmed and soothed over the next ten or so minutes. (Everyone recovers 26 HP.)
"Hmm~ A sorcerer's codified formula perhaps? Or maybe a warlock's?" Obsben idly commented as she gave the mystery a scroll a once over.
-Scroll Studying: 13.
In the wake of her curiosity being satisfied(or mollified in the attempt), Obsben approaches Neya offering both the scrolls and necklace. "For safe keeping, if nothing else, until we're back in town. Although-..." She winces and looks off to the side. "... Mn. Yes. About Five Hundred Dragons worth, but more clout from the Sage could be well worth it." She said frankly, before turning back to the others with her usual look of nonchalance.
"If there's really no traps or the like, then... I suppose its fine to take down at this point. Though if you can, see if it'll fit into that bag of yours, if but to hopefully keep it shielded from prying eyes... Especially Spernik. Might be best to just to tell'em the guardian of this place destroyed or 'removed' it. Ya know, on the off chance he slips away and tells his superiors about all that happened." She suggests as much, before setting her focus with earnest on studying and recording any and everything else about the room to give the sage later.
"I can further try to identify the scale as well. Unlock perhaps a few of its magical secrets 'n all that -- But I would need some time."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Knowing that he doesn't have the luxury of time right now, Utar compartmentalises his uneasy feeling at being powerless to help his friends once again and knows he has to push on. Raising himself up from his postion against the wall, he takes to his feet and surveys the battlefield again. Walking through thecarnage towards Obsben's position, he wades into her conversation on the newly discovered scrolls and the scale.
"Skovac was a druid, right? Makes sense that he'd maybe have something in that vein, no? Also, definitely see if any kind of dark magic is at play on the scale before we take it."
Looking back towards the large door, he starts walking towards it, calling back over his shoulder, "Best one of us go and check on Spernik. I'll wait with him until one of you calls us back into the room. Otherwise, I'll see you on the way out."
(OOC - Full disclosure, I think Utar placed Spernik adjacent to the unlocked door before we tangled with Skovac. I was worried about a blast of flame coming out through the door and did't want him to be chargrilled. Given Skovac's stinky fart cloud drift out of the door, there might be a chance that Spernik got caught in it.)
Graxx nods toward Obsben as he stows his wand of secrets.
'Alright then..."
Graxx extends his arms and wiggles his fingers like he is going to tackle the shard.
"I'll grab it and... We'll see what happens..."
Graxx takes a deep breath.
Graxx will grab the scale with both hands and pull it away to stow hopefully into the bag.
Does Graxx survive?
"Spernik? Oh! Yea, uhm... Make sure not to tell'em what we found, m'kay? Just in case." Obsben calls out after the Half-Orc, then returned to her work. At least until Graxx finished testing the waters with the scale. If all went well after that, she'd motion for him to hold off stowing the thing, and instead bring to her for further studying over the next 10 minutes or so.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
As Obsben spares a minute to study the illegible scroll, Utar's deduction seems to hit it on the nose. The second scroll is for a spell only those closely attune to natural magics can perform: Flame Blade. Perhaps CRAP could gift it to a friendly druid, sell it for cash, or donate it to the Lord Sage as part of the earlier agreement. Obby seems to think that this "exchange for clout" deal could also be applied to the necklace.
Before the group can decide on their next step regarding the scale, Utar remembers they have a prisoner who needs to be checked on. He finds the man struggling on the ground, failing miserably to escape his rope-prison. Salty Bottom watches his attempts with amusement on his face.
Graxx and Obsben reach an agreement and the human warrior reaches for the scale. It is at the moment that Graxx feels... nothing more than a faint tingling of magic on his hands. He removes the relic from its base and holds it while Obsben offers to slowly examine it. The relic is a huge, flawless scale from an ancient dragon. It is nearly three feet wide and engraved with runes that spell "Scorcher" in Draconic. It is also inlaid with silver, gold, and platinum. Obsben is eventually able to share with those in the chamber that the scale's bearer gains the ability to cast a scorching spell once a day (requires attunement). Perhaps more interestingly, the relic radiates powerful abjuration and illusion magic, but it seems to posses no actual magical properties related to those schools of magic as far as she can tell.
Utar looks down at Spernik, then turns to Salty Bottom, "How's our guest been? Has he been behaving himself?"
"Hm... Curiouser and Curioser." Obsben commented at the end of her ritual. After taking a moment to studying the item a little longer, she seemed to startle a little in remembering of watching eyes, and with some curious hesitance at first, ultimately details her findings to those yet around. "Might make for a good shield with some proper adjustments given it size. And mayhap with attunement, it'll do just that... But I will say that the illusion and abjuration magic on it is quite... troubling. So, I wouldn't recommend doing the 'thing', but... could be a sign that this item is one of the vewy, vewy, VEWY ware... *ahem*... Rare 'evolving' variety. Or, hmm..."
She slides a finger along its surface and ponders a moment more. "If this is really one of 'her' scales, that could also place it more firmly into the artifact category, if not legendary. And those little numbers tend to be far more resistant to the sort of 'minor' divination magic I... possess...." Obsben admits absently before trailing off a bit in thought.
"..... Anyways, it probably won't fit in your bag, so might as well meld with it and see if anything else comes up, eh?" She suggests, offering the scale back up to Graxx with a smile. "In the meantime, I think I'll get back to studying this room. But if you two don't mind tending to the dead with Utar once he's ready, I'd certainly appreciate it."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.