Durak shakes his head at the tapestry and thinks to himself. What is the fascination with a grisly death for these cultists."Leave the mold be. This is not what we are after"
Seeing Arkon move the tapestry and suddenly be enveloped in a cloud of yellow 'dust'... Sarris uses his Druidcraft to create a small, gentle breeze which helps to dissipate the yellow cloud and move it away from Arkon.
Arkon seems to consider attacking the mold for a moment before nodding at Durak's words. True, they were only after bad guys. He gives a slight smile as Sarris' magic blows the annoying cloud away. "Thanks." He follows the corridor to the larger chamber where Mal is and looks around.
Valeria too comes up behind Arkon with a concerned look. "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I should have let Mal take care of investigating, we should perhaps expect deadly traps in the bhaalists' sector of the lair." She says, giving the goliath a friendly pat on the arm.
Meanwhile Mal continues to investigate to the northewest.
Arkon chuckles, though he must admit that poison cloud was a close call. "I'm alright. Yes, will try not to let Mal handle it. Seems the cultists don't like cleaning."
"Just gives us another justification for cleaning this place out." The redhead chimes in with a soft laugh. "But you do realize Captain Zodge didn't mean for you to literary clean the place right?" She adds with a teasing smile looking up at the goliath.
"Right. My type of cleaning works best on people and monsters." Arkon chuckles, gesturing to his weapons as he peers into the room where Mal is investigating.
Three wooden beams brace the ceiling of this flooded chamber, which features a stone altar covered with entrails in the northeast corner. Hanging on the wall above the altar is a three-foot-tall steel mask cast in the form of a frowning human skull.
Gorin follows along at the back, watching their backs.
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
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As directed by his mistress, Mal checks the suspicious dead end of the corridor to the west. Perception: 20
He then flutters back to check the even more suspicious body in the water, fully expecting it to come alive as he pokes it with his stinger. Perception if relevant: 17
If it is indeed a dead body he has no qualms over looting it. He then reports back to his mistress and her fellow deputees.
"And people paid to come down here?" Sarris just shakes his head. "Oh for a cadre of fireball tossing magic folk to melt all these art atrocities to a puddle and ash."
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"People paid to come down here?" The redhead gives Sarris a quizzical look. "Anyway, just a dead body in the next room, no more bhaalists around waiting to be wiped out I'm afraid, we should head on." She continues, motioning for Zim to take point and lead the team of Flaming Fist deputees onwards.
Once moving again, Mal will flutter ahead to warn his mistress of any threats.
Zim will stand vigilant. "Another dead end? Let's search fast and go back to find the next door."
Zim Eaglecleft, Fighter 1 (Farmer Dwarf), Descent into Avernus (Hardcore)
Once Arkon tries to move the tapestry, he sees the yellow mold growing behind it. It seemingly pulses with anger as it releases its spores.
Arkon, Con Save with DC 15, on fail take 7 poison damage and become poisoned for a minute.
Arkon Con Save: 15
Durak shakes his head at the tapestry and thinks to himself. What is the fascination with a grisly death for these cultists. "Leave the mold be. This is not what we are after"
Seeing Arkon move the tapestry and suddenly be enveloped in a cloud of yellow 'dust'... Sarris uses his Druidcraft to create a small, gentle breeze which helps to dissipate the yellow cloud and move it away from Arkon.
Arkon seems to consider attacking the mold for a moment before nodding at Durak's words. True, they were only after bad guys. He gives a slight smile as Sarris' magic blows the annoying cloud away. "Thanks." He follows the corridor to the larger chamber where Mal is and looks around.
Perception: 11
Valeria too comes up behind Arkon with a concerned look. "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I should have let Mal take care of investigating, we should perhaps expect deadly traps in the bhaalists' sector of the lair." She says, giving the goliath a friendly pat on the arm.
Meanwhile Mal continues to investigate to the northewest.
Arkon chuckles, though he must admit that poison cloud was a close call. "I'm alright. Yes, will try not to let Mal handle it. Seems the cultists don't like cleaning."
"Just gives us another justification for cleaning this place out." The redhead chimes in with a soft laugh. "But you do realize Captain Zodge didn't mean for you to literary clean the place right?" She adds with a teasing smile looking up at the goliath.
"Right. My type of cleaning works best on people and monsters." Arkon chuckles, gesturing to his weapons as he peers into the room where Mal is investigating.
Three wooden beams brace the ceiling of this flooded chamber, which features a stone altar covered with entrails in the northeast corner. Hanging on the wall above the altar is a three-foot-tall steel mask cast in the form of a frowning human skull.
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Gorin follows along at the back, watching their backs.
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
As directed by his mistress, Mal checks the suspicious dead end of the corridor to the west.
Perception: 20
He then flutters back to check the even more suspicious body in the water, fully expecting it to come alive as he pokes it with his stinger.
Perception if relevant: 17
If it is indeed a dead body he has no qualms over looting it. He then reports back to his mistress and her fellow deputees.
Arkon stares at the altar with the same confusion he did the tapestry, gaze stopping on the odd mask.
Religion: 12
The body gives no response and even holds nothing on them as well.
Arkon, it seems to be modelled after the face of the murals in the previous rooms. The one called Bhaal, also known as the Lord of Murder
"Oh, so this is Bhaal." Arkon observes simply. "God of Murder...Looks about right."
"And people paid to come down here?" Sarris just shakes his head. "Oh for a cadre of fireball tossing magic folk to melt all these art atrocities to a puddle and ash."
"People paid to come down here?" The redhead gives Sarris a quizzical look. "Anyway, just a dead body in the next room, no more bhaalists around waiting to be wiped out I'm afraid, we should head on." She continues, motioning for Zim to take point and lead the team of Flaming Fist deputees onwards.
Once moving again, Mal will flutter ahead to warn his mistress of any threats.
Mal
Stealth: 25
Perception: 5
Sarris shrugs and continues onward with the group.
Arkon joins the others, staying at the front with Zim.