Fro will look at the chest again. Is there a way to wash of the white powder, or is there a way to open the chest without releasing the powder into the air?
Cyro goes to the pool of water that they came from, collects 1lbs of water in his iron pot, goes back to the chest and pours it on the powder on the chest.
Fro agrees with Cyro. "Yeah, I think we killed it." "Pretty much killed Hulil as well with the daggers to the eyes." But now were stuck trying to figure out how to open this chest without getting whatever she had, if we don't have it already from the vial she threw at us."
She watches him get water and pour it over the chest. "Do you think that will work?"
Cyro pours water into the dragon chest nostrils and the water leaks out down the front of the chest onto the ground, as if the stone dragon face had a runny nose. Afterward, there does not appear to be any powder in the nostrils, or anywhere else that you can tell.
Using the javelin as a lever, the stone lid raises up a bit. For a moment the eyes flash with red light and a puff of air shoots out of the nostrils, but then the effect is over and nothing else remarkable happens.
Inside you find a gilded scroll case covered in a cosmological map of the multiverse, a jade statuette of a storm giant, a quiver containing six very finely crafted arrows with extremely sharp-looking broad head tips cleverly crafted to look like viper heads, and a silver ring set with a jasper stone. It also holds 415 cp, 234 sp, 43 ep, and 112 gp.
Faloniir will whistle and say, "We should be careful handling these items. Let's wrap them up and bring them back to Palebank for the priest to inspect."
"I agree." Fro is very careful to take the items out wrapped in cloth. Making sure she touches nothing as she pulls it from the chest. "Pretty cool chest too, hate to leave it but..."
The elf had a pouch containing 3 small biscuits or hard cakes, and he was wearing an amulet on a leather cord around his neck under his shirt, an iron ring about 3 inches across with a metal figure of 5 dragon heads inside the ring, each head made out of a different material (white ivory, blue sapphire, black onyx, red ruby, green emerald). It seems quite unique and priceless.
Old Croaker’s head emerges from the middle of the pool as you disturb the waters, then submerges and a few moments later the elf’s floating corpse vanishes into Croaker’s gullet. Hulil’s body sinks into the murky unknown. Old Croaker’s head re-emerges and the eyes stare at you blankly.
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The chest weighs several hundred pounds, it’s carved of stone and apparently has contents inside as well.
Cyro, how did you want to try and heal the elf?
CPR.
LOL...
Sorry Cyro, your valiant efforts to save the elf have no effect.
Fro will look at the chest again. Is there a way to wash of the white powder, or is there a way to open the chest without releasing the powder into the air?
Cyro looks back at the dead elf and says: “In my medical opinion the elf-dragon thing is dead.”
Cyro goes to the pool of water that they came from, collects 1lbs of water in his iron pot, goes back to the chest and pours it on the powder on the chest.
Fro agrees with Cyro. "Yeah, I think we killed it." "Pretty much killed Hulil as well with the daggers to the eyes." But now were stuck trying to figure out how to open this chest without getting whatever she had, if we don't have it already from the vial she threw at us."
She watches him get water and pour it over the chest. "Do you think that will work?"
“It might work. And I stabbed Hulil in the eyes with shortswords, not daggers. Still just as gruesome.”
Cyro pours water into the dragon chest nostrils and the water leaks out down the front of the chest onto the ground, as if the stone dragon face had a runny nose. Afterward, there does not appear to be any powder in the nostrils, or anywhere else that you can tell.
Fro will stand back 5 ft and try to lift the lid with a javelin.
"You guys stand back, no reason for us all to catch it if it's still here."
Using the javelin as a lever, the stone lid raises up a bit. For a moment the eyes flash with red light and a puff of air shoots out of the nostrils, but then the effect is over and nothing else remarkable happens.
Inside you find a gilded scroll case covered in a cosmological map of the multiverse, a jade statuette of a storm giant, a quiver containing six very finely crafted arrows with extremely sharp-looking broad head tips cleverly crafted to look like viper heads, and a silver ring set with a jasper stone. It also holds 415 cp, 234 sp, 43 ep, and 112 gp.
Faloniir will whistle and say, "We should be careful handling these items. Let's wrap them up and bring them back to Palebank for the priest to inspect."
"I agree." Fro is very careful to take the items out wrapped in cloth. Making sure she touches nothing as she pulls it from the chest. "Pretty cool chest too, hate to leave it but..."
“Then just pick it up!”
Faloniir will loot the corpses then toss them into the pool for Old Croaker, hopefully making him more amenable to ferrying the party across.
Investigation to loot: 21
Animal Handling w/ADV: 14 (First roll was a 14, second roll was a 2)
Cyro determines that everyone should get 201 coins each, and converts the money into cp for better distribution.
So approximately 4026cp worth each with 1 cp left over.
Because the non-active character would probably also like the money, as they were here in the fight.
Hulil had no possessions other than her dagger.
The elf had a pouch containing 3 small biscuits or hard cakes, and he was wearing an amulet on a leather cord around his neck under his shirt, an iron ring about 3 inches across with a metal figure of 5 dragon heads inside the ring, each head made out of a different material (white ivory, blue sapphire, black onyx, red ruby, green emerald). It seems quite unique and priceless.
Old Croaker’s head emerges from the middle of the pool as you disturb the waters, then submerges and a few moments later the elf’s floating corpse vanishes into Croaker’s gullet. Hulil’s body sinks into the murky unknown. Old Croaker’s head re-emerges and the eyes stare at you blankly.