Thatch looks up at Cainneach, slightly bewildered. “I don’t know…the liquid seemed different somehow as I carried it away from the fountain. Less fizzy and the color and smell were just little different. Not sure what to make of it.” He looks over at Hotspur “Maybe we should drink it after all. Maybe that was what the cup was for…”He seems a little unsure of his guess.
"I'm getting to that point in my thinking as well, Thatch. Perhaps we should try just dumping some on Bretwald's hand first, to see if it has any ill effect. If that does nothing to help breach the barrier, then trying a drink might be the next step. What say you, old man?"
" I'll take a little on my hand from the pot....if as you say its less 'fizzy', I've had enough burns from lye in my days at the seminary."
Pouring a little of the liquid from the pot over Bretwalds hand he ventures to the barrier again and places his arm within, " It feels much the same."
" I'm going to imbide some. If I die, one of you should take over as pastor to my flock.....probably not you Hotspur.....", he grinned.
With a muttered prayer Bretwald took a swig of the purple liquid from the pot and walked into the barrier.
A muffled voice called back through, " Well that seemed to work."
Thatch noted that his pot was rapidly becoming damaged each time it was dipped into the fountain....he was going to need a new one soon if everyone was heading through....
Thatch noted that his pot was rapidly becoming damaged each time it was dipped into the fountain....he was going to need a new one soon if everyone was heading through....
Tana looks curiously at the pot and then over at Bretwald, "It doesn't seem like your pot will last through all of us trying to get past the barrier."
She considers the item carefully, "I could fix it you know." She comments quietly, "Although if it's scooping the liquid through magical means I will not be able to restore that magic, just the pot itself."
Thatch looks down at his iron pot at Tana’s words “You are right, the liquid appears to be eating away at it. Does anyone have another? If you can fix it, I would appreciate it. Nothing magical about it, just an old soup pot.”
He scrunches up his face in thought thinking back to the cup before turning back to Tana. “Maybe it is being damaged because it is not silver. If you can fix the pot, can you fix the silver chalice? We can use it as it was intended”
Thatch looks down at his iron pot at Tana’s words “You are right, the liquid appears to be eating away at it. Does anyone have another? If you can fix it, I would appreciate it. Nothing magical about it, just an old soup pot.”
He scrunches up his face in thought thinking back to the cup before turning back to Tana. “Maybe it is being damaged because it is not silver. If you can fix the pot, can you fix the silver chalice? We can use it as it was intended”
Tana thinks for a moment, "The chalice was melted was it not?" She shakes her head, "I'm afraid my abilities do not extend that far. At most, I can repair wear and tear."
She extends a hand toward Thatch, "Perhaps I could attempt to mend the pot first? Unless anyone else has a better idea?"
Cainneach nods toward Tana, "I think that repairing the pot would be a great place to start, milady. I could use the small bowl of my mess kit as well, but I guess it would be prudent to rinse it off right away." He then calls out to Bretwald, "Thanks for your bravery there, Bretwald! We'll see you on the other side in a few moments."
Hotspur, still a little dubious, but undeniably curious as well, calls out to the Priest, "Brother Bretwald! I am glad I will not need to lead your congregation after all, the music is a bit dirge-y for my taste. Speaking of taste, what was that liquid like? Warm? fruity? Would you say any of your annoying priestly inhibitions are being lowered?"
“Please, be my guest”Thatch holds out the pot to Tana, allowing her to attempt to fix it. He will continue dipping it in the liquid and passing it to the other party members until the group is through the barrier, allowing Tana to repeat fixing it as needed. Thatch will be the last one through the barrier.
Hotspur, still a little dubious, but undeniably curious as well, calls out to the Priest, "Brother Bretwald! I am glad I will not need to lead your congregation after all, the music is a bit dirge-y for my taste. Speaking of taste, what was that liquid like? Warm? fruity? Would you say any of your annoying priestly inhibitions are being lowered?"
Bretwalds voice called back, " Water....I suppose...no real taste I could detect."
“Please, be my guest”Thatch holds out the pot to Tana, allowing her to attempt to fix it. He will continue dipping it in the liquid and passing it to the other party members until the group is through the barrier, allowing Tana to repeat fixing it as needed. Thatch will be the last one through the barrier.
Passing through the barrier of light, you continue north along the corridor. The sound of a surging underground river echoes from the darkness ahead.
Before long you come to a short flight of steps. At the bottom you see a stone quay beside the rushing black waters. A rickety plank bridge leads across to another quay on the far side. A figure of rose-coloured quartz stands between the steps and the bridge. It looks like an incomplete statue—the upper torso, arms and head are a perfectly sculpted representation of an enourmous bear, but the lower body is a single lump of unworked stone.
Suddenly with a harsh grating noise it slowly flexes its massive sinews. Its long talons are knives of flflint.
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"Excellent work, Tana and Thatch! Quite the team we seem to be." Cainneach then observes the quartz bear torso with less trepidation than one might expect. After the recent bizarre, harrowing events that have befallen the party, an immobile bear doesn't seem quite that bad. "So the good news is that we're getting closer to the source of that sound of running water we've been hearing. The bad news is we have to get past that cuddly fellow to continue on the path." He then attempts to observe any details he can of this peculiar, ursine fellow without getting within range of those flinty talons.
Tana stands a little ways behind Dob, eyes lighting up ever so slightly at the sight of the odd half-complete bear. Despite being made of stone, she attempts to grasp onto a mind within the creature and communicate telepathically.
"Excellent work, Tana and Thatch! Quite the team we seem to be." Cainneach then observes the quartz bear torso with less trepidation than one might expect. After the recent bizarre, harrowing events that have befallen the party, an immobile bear doesn't seem quite that bad. "So the good news is that we're getting closer to the source of that sound of running water we've been hearing. The bad news is we have to get past that cuddly fellow to continue on the path." He then attempts to observe any details he can of this peculiar, ursine fellow without getting within range of those flinty talons.
The statues position gives it the ability to reach anyone approaching the bridge, though he thinks a nimble person could probably dive past it.....though not without risk...
The statue reminds him slightly of an old poem in which a crowned bear sleeps too long and loses his forest kingdom until angels trumpets wake him....he can't even recall where he heard it now...
Tana stands a little ways behind Dob, eyes lighting up ever so slightly at the sight of the odd half-complete bear. Despite being made of stone, she attempts to grasp onto a mind within the creature and communicate telepathically.
'Hello?'
There is only the barest whisper of a reply.....nothing of true sentience...not even that of a small mammal or bird. Only ' Intruders' and ' Will not Pass'.
There is only the barest whisper of a reply.....nothing of true sentience...not even that of a small mammal or bird. Only ' Intruders' and ' Will not Pass'.
Dru says, “The pattern seems to be something from the previous room to solve the riddle. Perhaps we should go back for the grey liquid?”
Bretwald frowns, " Shall we offer it a drink? Very well, I will fetch."
A minute or so later Bretwald returned down the stairs, " Um, it appears the barrier is one way only...."
Despite the lack of sentience found in the bear's response, Tana continues to attempt to coax it. Only pausing briefly when Bretwald returns with the unfortunate news.
She sighs slightly before refocusing on the statue,'We mean no harm. We simply wish to pass by.'
There is only the barest whisper of a reply.....nothing of true sentience...not even that of a small mammal or bird. Only ' Intruders' and ' Will not Pass'.
Dru says, “The pattern seems to be something from the previous room to solve the riddle. Perhaps we should go back for the grey liquid?”
Bretwald frowns, " Shall we offer it a drink? Very well, I will fetch."
A minute or so later Bretwald returned down the stairs, " Um, it appears the barrier is one way only...."
Despite the lack of sentience found in the bear's response, Tana continues to attempt to coax it. Only pausing briefly when Bretwald returns with the unfortunate news.
She sighs slightly before refocusing on the statue,'We mean no harm. We simply wish to pass by.'
If intruders try to pass. Destroy until none remain. Vigilant. ( She gets the distinct impression that it is unable to view them as anything other than irrelevant or as Targets. There is seemingly nowhere for other concepts than those two to reside in its very limited psyche.)
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Thatch edges down toward the water, looking at the bear statue warily and staying out of its reach. “Cuddly? Not hardly” he replies to Cainneach. He also muses out loud “We also have the wand that has not been used yet, maybe that is a key?”
He focuses his attention on the rushing water and the quays to determine if the bridge is the only path. Can the water be forded or swam across, is there somewhere on the other side that a rope can be thrown across, can they avoid the bear at all? He looks intently at his surroundings. Perception: 6.
Tana pipes up, "Well it certainly doesn't seem to be sentient. Following some sort of orders I believe." Her brows furrow, as she considers their options.
"I like the idea of the cloak, Twiggy, although I fear that whoever volunteers theirs will likely lose it to that thing's wicked claws. I suppose our friend Tana here can repair if necessary."Cainneach ponders the bear a bit longer, then recalls, "I don't know if it's related, but this stony beast reminds me of an old poem. I think it was something my mum used to recite when I was young, but I can't say who wrote it or where it was set. Something about a crowned bear that slumbers well past spring, losing his forest kingdom in the process. Eventually, he's awakened by the blast of angel's trumpets. This bear has no crown and is already awake, but perhaps a song on a hunting horn or the like might be worth a try?"
Thatch edges down toward the water, looking at the bear statue warily and staying out of its reach. “Cuddly? Not hardly” he replies to Cainneach. He also muses out loud “We also have the wand that has not been used yet, maybe that is a key?”
He focuses his attention on the rushing water and the quays to determine if the bridge is the only path. Can the water be forded or swam across, is there somewhere on the other side that a rope can be thrown across, can they avoid the bear at all? He looks intently at his surroundings. Perception: 18.
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Measuring its 'armspan' by eye he's fairly sure it can fully reach both walls and the base of the bridge with its claws, it is difficult to see the water but the sound and the sharply carved stone edge of the river bank makes him think it sits a fair way down in the stone channel it has carved over millenia.
He is uncertain how robust a wood and rope bridge would be after hundreds of years down here....
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" I'll take a little on my hand from the pot....if as you say its less 'fizzy', I've had enough burns from lye in my days at the seminary."
Pouring a little of the liquid from the pot over Bretwalds hand he ventures to the barrier again and places his arm within, " It feels much the same."
" I'm going to imbide some. If I die, one of you should take over as pastor to my flock.....probably not you Hotspur.....", he grinned.
With a muttered prayer Bretwald took a swig of the purple liquid from the pot and walked into the barrier.
A muffled voice called back through, " Well that seemed to work."
Thatch noted that his pot was rapidly becoming damaged each time it was dipped into the fountain....he was going to need a new one soon if everyone was heading through....
Tana looks curiously at the pot and then over at Bretwald, "It doesn't seem like your pot will last through all of us trying to get past the barrier."
She considers the item carefully, "I could fix it you know." She comments quietly, "Although if it's scooping the liquid through magical means I will not be able to restore that magic, just the pot itself."
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Thatch looks down at his iron pot at Tana’s words “You are right, the liquid appears to be eating away at it. Does anyone have another? If you can fix it, I would appreciate it. Nothing magical about it, just an old soup pot.”
He scrunches up his face in thought thinking back to the cup before turning back to Tana. “Maybe it is being damaged because it is not silver. If you can fix the pot, can you fix the silver chalice? We can use it as it was intended”
Tana thinks for a moment, "The chalice was melted was it not?" She shakes her head, "I'm afraid my abilities do not extend that far. At most, I can repair wear and tear."
She extends a hand toward Thatch, "Perhaps I could attempt to mend the pot first? Unless anyone else has a better idea?"
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Cainneach nods toward Tana, "I think that repairing the pot would be a great place to start, milady. I could use the small bowl of my mess kit as well, but I guess it would be prudent to rinse it off right away." He then calls out to Bretwald, "Thanks for your bravery there, Bretwald! We'll see you on the other side in a few moments."
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Hotspur, still a little dubious, but undeniably curious as well, calls out to the Priest, "Brother Bretwald! I am glad I will not need to lead your congregation after all, the music is a bit dirge-y for my taste. Speaking of taste, what was that liquid like? Warm? fruity? Would you say any of your annoying priestly inhibitions are being lowered?"
“Please, be my guest” Thatch holds out the pot to Tana, allowing her to attempt to fix it. He will continue dipping it in the liquid and passing it to the other party members until the group is through the barrier, allowing Tana to repeat fixing it as needed. Thatch will be the last one through the barrier.
Tana will repeatedly perform Mending on the pot as needed.
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Bretwalds voice called back, " Water....I suppose...no real taste I could detect."
Passing through the barrier of light, you continue north along the corridor. The sound of a surging underground river echoes from the darkness ahead.
Before long you come to a short flight of steps. At the bottom you see a stone quay beside the rushing black waters. A rickety plank bridge leads across to another quay on the far side. A figure of rose-coloured quartz stands between the steps and the bridge. It looks like an incomplete statue—the upper torso, arms and head are a perfectly sculpted representation of an enourmous bear, but the lower body is a single lump of unworked stone.
Suddenly with a harsh grating noise it slowly flexes its massive sinews. Its long talons are knives of flflint.
"Excellent work, Tana and Thatch! Quite the team we seem to be." Cainneach then observes the quartz bear torso with less trepidation than one might expect. After the recent bizarre, harrowing events that have befallen the party, an immobile bear doesn't seem quite that bad. "So the good news is that we're getting closer to the source of that sound of running water we've been hearing. The bad news is we have to get past that cuddly fellow to continue on the path." He then attempts to observe any details he can of this peculiar, ursine fellow without getting within range of those flinty talons.
Perception 25
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Tana stands a little ways behind Dob, eyes lighting up ever so slightly at the sight of the odd half-complete bear. Despite being made of stone, she attempts to grasp onto a mind within the creature and communicate telepathically.
'Hello?'
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Dru says, “The pattern seems to be something from the previous room to solve the riddle. Perhaps we should go back for the grey liquid?”
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The statues position gives it the ability to reach anyone approaching the bridge, though he thinks a nimble person could probably dive past it.....though not without risk...
The statue reminds him slightly of an old poem in which a crowned bear sleeps too long and loses his forest kingdom until angels trumpets wake him....he can't even recall where he heard it now...
There is only the barest whisper of a reply.....nothing of true sentience...not even that of a small mammal or bird. Only ' Intruders' and ' Will not Pass'.
Bretwald frowns, " Shall we offer it a drink? Very well, I will fetch."
A minute or so later Bretwald returned down the stairs, " Um, it appears the barrier is one way only...."
Despite the lack of sentience found in the bear's response, Tana continues to attempt to coax it. Only pausing briefly when Bretwald returns with the unfortunate news.
She sighs slightly before refocusing on the statue, 'We mean no harm. We simply wish to pass by.'
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If intruders try to pass. Destroy until none remain. Vigilant. ( She gets the distinct impression that it is unable to view them as anything other than irrelevant or as Targets. There is seemingly nowhere for other concepts than those two to reside in its very limited psyche.)
Thatch edges down toward the water, looking at the bear statue warily and staying out of its reach. “Cuddly? Not hardly” he replies to Cainneach. He also muses out loud “We also have the wand that has not been used yet, maybe that is a key?”
He focuses his attention on the rushing water and the quays to determine if the bridge is the only path. Can the water be forded or swam across, is there somewhere on the other side that a rope can be thrown across, can they avoid the bear at all? He looks intently at his surroundings. Perception: 6.
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Dru says, “It has eyes. Perhaps if we threw a cloak over it…”
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Tana pipes up, "Well it certainly doesn't seem to be sentient. Following some sort of orders I believe." Her brows furrow, as she considers their options.
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"I like the idea of the cloak, Twiggy, although I fear that whoever volunteers theirs will likely lose it to that thing's wicked claws. I suppose our friend Tana here can repair if necessary." Cainneach ponders the bear a bit longer, then recalls, "I don't know if it's related, but this stony beast reminds me of an old poem. I think it was something my mum used to recite when I was young, but I can't say who wrote it or where it was set. Something about a crowned bear that slumbers well past spring, losing his forest kingdom in the process. Eventually, he's awakened by the blast of angel's trumpets. This bear has no crown and is already awake, but perhaps a song on a hunting horn or the like might be worth a try?"
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Measuring its 'armspan' by eye he's fairly sure it can fully reach both walls and the base of the bridge with its claws, it is difficult to see the water but the sound and the sharply carved stone edge of the river bank makes him think it sits a fair way down in the stone channel it has carved over millenia.
He is uncertain how robust a wood and rope bridge would be after hundreds of years down here....