Breldo, still fighting down nausea, takes aim.

Attack: 25 Damage: 6

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.

"Maybe Not bandit can take the mask done and see what is behind?"

Rick then turns to address the little fairy with more than a bit of exasperation in his voice,

"Friend Sylvia, dungeons are where prisoners are kept, Rick has visited a few dungeons. This place does not have prisoners, it has giant metal killer things, smaller metal killer things, ghostly killer things," he stops to turn and yell out of the room, "that "#£""&¤ Lore."

Turning back to Sylvia he continues,

"This place makes up lies about Rick so people laugh at Rick. Rick has determined this place is not a dungeon, it is a murder hole."

Rick assesses Sylvia and then looks to the stage,

"How big are friend Sylvia's worst dreams? If small, Rick is fine with killing them for Slyvia and taking the reward."

Breldo considers sitting down, but isn't sure the change in posture won't trigger some sort of digestive emergency. He does what he can to keep an eye out for the others, especially Nuria as the non-bandit jams his arm into the mask.

Cladmir is a bit confused about what Rick wants, and follows the age old tradition of soldier who wants to avoid doing what they were ordered to do:  Look confused and do nothing aside from pulling his arm out of the mask.

He also wonder where Nuria went and wonder if he looks "heroic" enough in his battered state.

Cladmir pretends to not be sure what Rick is talking about. Though it might as well be accurate; the mask is more a piece of architecture built in the wall, rather than an actual mask one could hope to take off. To the pixie does the little fae creature nod, seeming like she can't exactly disagree with Rick's personal assessment... Although surprisingly cryptic when it comes to the matter of what her worst dream would even be.

"I'm... Not sure. I'm not sure if I can even explain it. But what I'm thinking it would be CAN'T be real, so... I guess I just want to get on that stage to confirm it's false, yeah? And mine probably won't be as bad as... Whatever that village-burning thing was, anyway."

"Oh, oh, she's so in denial..."

"You shut up!"

Breldo (and presumably Cladmir, assuming he dares disobey Rick's ordering about) exit the room (or at least peek out) to find Nuria and Sylvera still in the main hall, keeping watch over the two other prisoners. Previously out cold, it seems like they are finally beginning to stir again from their deep sleep.