Tyr nodsand cast Detect Magic to be sure there are no magical traps. The familar piercing feeling in his left shoulder confirms him that his imp is with him, invisible as ordered.
Aryil tries to scoop some of the mold into one of his spare glass bottles for the group to use later. Before doing this he says "Everyone give me a moment, and just carefully back up, if this goes wrong I'll need someone to help me as I'll be choking to death, don't wait too long if that's the case" he says looking at Nym.
Dex 15
Aryil manages to take some mold and put it in the glass vial. It will make a nice poison bomb for later.
“That passage leads to home. I mean, the Underdark “ he slighly turns and smiles. “I sense no more magical traps.” He motions his hand as inviting the others to take the lead.
The group moves into the second cave and squirts he giant statue standing in the middle. Aryil sees no traps and nothing that catches his notice, except that huge statue.
To Tyr it is clear that the construct is magical.
There are still yellow molds in some places but far less than in the other cave.
"Oh this place is great fun isn't it, traps at every turn and we have to follow a group who have either uncovered them already or put them here in the first place." Frustration clear in his voice Aryil stops momentarily. "How about I try and walk past and if it moves you all jump it while I hide?
"Hn. Tempting as it may be to see you get possibly pummeled to death, I have another solution."
At that, Nym will telepathically call his steed to his side. Following a short exchange, he will request for Lokk to climb the walls and try to cross along the ceiling to the other side, priestess' corpse still in maw. In the meantime, he will motion the group back a ways just far enough to spy the construct without being immediately spotted themselves.
"Well if you're sure, but you do realise that if you little pet gets turned into paté you will have no friends left whatsoever in this party" Aryil shrugs "Your call though, great one".
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Nym quirks his head and narrows his head.
"You say that as if you actually know the meaning of that word."
He looks then back to Lokk, splitting his attention between suggesting she proceed with caution and calmly saying aloud,"Regardless, save the jests for Cryhan. His tongue is far more skilled at them than yours."
"You are correct, of course, when he mocks you it is far more entertaining. Perhaps I should follow your advice." Aryil shrugs and turns to watch Lokk's progress.
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Nym squeezes his eyes shut, and just subtly nods. At the sound of a familiar husky giggle in his ears sent through the bond, he has to stuck in a deep breathe to further steady himself before sending a mild glare up at Lokk.
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Cyrhan had his eyes focused on the statue and the other end of the cave, before he turns to the rest of the group, one eyebrow raised in surprise.
Guys? What are you trying to do? Steal my fun by poking at our poor Nym?
He winks at the paladin in his usual roguish way, while wispering: Rest assured, love, you will always have me by your side. Don't listen to them, they are not half the drow you are.
Anyway: I don't see the point in fighting a construct. There is no pleasure to be taken out of it, and it would only expend us. Tyr, would you have an invisibility spell for us to pass by unnoticed? Or we could just fill the room in darkness?
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Tyr nodsand cast Detect Magic to be sure there are no magical traps. The familar piercing feeling in his left shoulder confirms him that his imp is with him, invisible as ordered.
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Aryil manages to take some mold and put it in the glass vial. It will make a nice poison bomb for later.
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Tyr sees no magical trap. The imp whispers with its sibilant voice in his ears heard by none others.
"The air flowsss toward the Underdark, massterrss."
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“That passage leads to home. I mean, the Underdark “ he slighly turns and smiles. “I sense no more magical traps.” He motions his hand as inviting the others to take the lead.
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"Then let us continue, the more delays the harder our quarry will be to track down."
Aryil scans the area and begins to move off with the others in the same formation as before
OOC: Assuming we are all good with that!
Perception 26
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Nym offers no complaints having largely accomplished what he wanted out of the room.
"Right then. Same formation as before."
As the group moves back into position past the statue, Nym will ask through his connection to Lokk if anything has followed the group thus far.
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Perception: 12
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The group moves into the second cave and squirts he giant statue standing in the middle. Aryil sees no traps and nothing that catches his notice, except that huge statue.
To Tyr it is clear that the construct is magical.
There are still yellow molds in some places but far less than in the other cave.
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“This other statue is magical. I cannot say if it a trap though”
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Arcana check please.
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(Arcana: 11)
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The statue is a construct. A Golem of some sort.
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Tyr stops the others.
"That is a golem. Wich type I am not sure, but we should be wary of it. I do not know wich activates it and what are its orders."
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"Oh this place is great fun isn't it, traps at every turn and we have to follow a group who have either uncovered them already or put them here in the first place." Frustration clear in his voice Aryil stops momentarily. "How about I try and walk past and if it moves you all jump it while I hide?
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"Well if you're sure, but you do realise that if you little pet gets turned into paté you will have no friends left whatsoever in this party" Aryil shrugs "Your call though, great one".
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The wizard takes a couple of steps back, leaving the others to decide how to deal with the golem and decide who is the funiest.
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Nym quirks his head and narrows his head.
"You say that as if you actually know the meaning of that word."
He looks then back to Lokk, splitting his attention between suggesting she proceed with caution and calmly saying aloud, "Regardless, save the jests for Cryhan. His tongue is far more skilled at them than yours."
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Stealth: 14
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"You are correct, of course, when he mocks you it is far more entertaining. Perhaps I should follow your advice." Aryil shrugs and turns to watch Lokk's progress.
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(OOC: Dayum Son! Yea, I ain't got anything for that sick burn.)
Nym squeezes his eyes shut, and just subtly nods. At the sound of a familiar husky giggle in his ears sent through the bond, he has to stuck in a deep breathe to further steady himself before sending a mild glare up at Lokk.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Cyrhan had his eyes focused on the statue and the other end of the cave, before he turns to the rest of the group, one eyebrow raised in surprise.
Guys? What are you trying to do? Steal my fun by poking at our poor Nym?
He winks at the paladin in his usual roguish way, while wispering: Rest assured, love, you will always have me by your side. Don't listen to them, they are not half the drow you are.
Anyway: I don't see the point in fighting a construct. There is no pleasure to be taken out of it, and it would only expend us. Tyr, would you have an invisibility spell for us to pass by unnoticed? Or we could just fill the room in darkness?