Breldo, even delirious by poison to the point he can't see where all the ropes and mirrors to keep this thing suspended are, releases another bolt that hits head on. And this time, with a grunt, does the shadowy creature seem to fall, before it, as well as all the illusions on stage disappear.
"Oh, what a terrible realization that must be... Glad that is over, and so you can have your reward,"
The mask spits out a final stone disk which Sylvia labels as having "Tears". The full set becomes "blood", "flesh", "breath", "eyes", "tears" and "???"
In addition, it also spits out a metal shield of some make.
"You can go now... I only have one of those disks... Oh, if any others want to repeat their worst fate I am to reward them with another prize, but it isn't worth it..."
The pixie seems to be considering those words for some reason, still. "Their worst fate..."
"Oh, you most certainly do not want to little one... You already know what it is, so why see it again..?"
Rick realizes that the only way he'd get close to the mask is by stepping onto the stage. Or perhaps in his case, wall climbing over the stage area and hoping that doesn't count.
From a distance at least, all that is inside that crying mouth is pitch-black.
Cladmir reaches into the dark. It's a bit awkward, with how high the mask is, but still his arm manages to find purchase inside. As his hand touches around, he feels his life flash before his eyes, and...
He can't find anything. He's pretty sure it's just wall just a little bit into the depths.
"Oh, you won't find anything trying to go in there... And I wouldn't try to do more... Not only would it not work, you'd not like the result, oh..." the voice of the mask calls out. Sylvia meanwhile, seems to be somewhat hesitant as Rick lets his disdain for this place be known again.
"Yeah... I mean, this does seem like a dungeon, and they're not supposed to be nice. We should probably all take a quick rest before trying anything else, right?" she spoke, maybe not the best one to speak with how she's been sticking far out of combat if it could be helped. Still, now bobbing in the air slightly while addressing Rick.
"Partially cause... I understand if we can't, but I want to step on that stage, to hopefully figure something out. You can have whatever this extra reward would be!!"
There's an odd weight to the shield, but that is all that can really be deduced with only a cursory glance.
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Breldo, still fighting down nausea, takes aim.
Attack: 25 Damage: 6
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Rick turns, hisses and slices at the thing with his rapier.
To hit: 20
Damage: 11
Sneak damage (if someone is within 5ft): 4
Breldo, even delirious by poison to the point he can't see where all the ropes and mirrors to keep this thing suspended are, releases another bolt that hits head on. And this time, with a grunt, does the shadowy creature seem to fall, before it, as well as all the illusions on stage disappear.
"Oh, what a terrible realization that must be... Glad that is over, and so you can have your reward,"
The mask spits out a final stone disk which Sylvia labels as having "Tears". The full set becomes "blood", "flesh", "breath", "eyes", "tears" and "???"
In addition, it also spits out a metal shield of some make.
"You can go now... I only have one of those disks... Oh, if any others want to repeat their worst fate I am to reward them with another prize, but it isn't worth it..."
The pixie seems to be considering those words for some reason, still. "Their worst fate..."
"Oh, you most certainly do not want to little one... You already know what it is, so why see it again..?"
Rick goes over to exam the mask, looking into wherever the shield came from to see what else is hidden in there.
Investigation? 9
Rick realizes that the only way he'd get close to the mask is by stepping onto the stage. Or perhaps in his case, wall climbing over the stage area and hoping that doesn't count.
From a distance at least, all that is inside that crying mouth is pitch-black.
((How are we getting the shield? Clad gotta grab it?))
(Ejected at projectile speed toward your face. Or at least close enough to the stage edge you can grab it. Or have Clad do it, yeah.)
"Not Bandit, go reach into that things mouth and get whatever else it has."
Rick orders while examining his new shield.
"Rick is tired of this place. All the stuff tries to kill Rick."
Before thinking clearly (as he is poisoned and frazzled and hurt) Cladmir reaches in...
Cladmir reaches into the dark. It's a bit awkward, with how high the mask is, but still his arm manages to find purchase inside. As his hand touches around, he feels his life flash before his eyes, and...
He can't find anything. He's pretty sure it's just wall just a little bit into the depths.
"Oh, you won't find anything trying to go in there... And I wouldn't try to do more... Not only would it not work, you'd not like the result, oh..." the voice of the mask calls out. Sylvia meanwhile, seems to be somewhat hesitant as Rick lets his disdain for this place be known again.
"Yeah... I mean, this does seem like a dungeon, and they're not supposed to be nice. We should probably all take a quick rest before trying anything else, right?" she spoke, maybe not the best one to speak with how she's been sticking far out of combat if it could be helped. Still, now bobbing in the air slightly while addressing Rick.
"Partially cause... I understand if we can't, but I want to step on that stage, to hopefully figure something out. You can have whatever this extra reward would be!!"
There's an odd weight to the shield, but that is all that can really be deduced with only a cursory glance.