In a devastating round of attacks Matteo spins full circle twice, weapon glowing with a radiating pulse of smiteful hate. Decapitating the dragon and the ram heads as he roars ferociously.
Petmorn jumps over and slices the bear head in one fell dive. The blood spewing from the beast as it’s heads are removed from the torso begins to boil away. The fire now breaching the room. The first 5-10 feet are engulfed in flame. Everyone takes 2 fire damage from proximity to the flames.
Matteo grins, the exhilaration and thrill of battle still in his eyes. After you, old man. If the others do the same, he will run his full 30 feet and also dash to get 60 feet down the corridor and away from the fire.
Busting out of the door into the darkened hallway, the door slams on its own behind you. Trapping the fire within and ensuring your safety. The group singed and bruised, but all in all in fair shape. You have the tunnel that awaits your journey back to the temple of Oghma.
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Everyone okay? asks Matteo as he begins the walk back along the corridor? He looks at his companions, trying to judge whether they require healing or not. Medicine11
(Anyone want some healing, in case we have to fight Oghmites on the way out? Matteo still has his full pool of 25 Lay On Hands points)
Matteo turns and grins. Wouldn't want you slipping on your own blood; he lays a hand on Petmorn's arm as they run, and he says a quiet prayer to his God as healing power flows into the fighter.
(That's 20 HP, because he's keeping some back for the moment.)
Going down the hallway, trekking back through what seems like forever now. You know you come up near the end, the entrance to the library. Curious though, the door to the left (the office and living space for the elderly dwarf cleric) it’s open. Candlelight illuminates the small section of hallway; as the glow on pours out from the office.
Peering inside you can see the woman in the same robes, sitting behind the desk. A small cup resting in her hand, being swirled about. Her back is to the fire, and she is facing towards the door. She looks to be alone.
You feel you were stealthy enough as to not be seen. But then you hear her voice. “I know you are there, I know what you’ve done. To fight is folly, if you plan to attack; you clearly don’t understand what this temple is for.”
Drax would assume the shape and appearance of the old dwarf before replying in her voice. "We have accomplished our task.. and now we are leaving.. I see no reason to fight you" he would finish.
Matteo steps forward into the corridor, so he is standing behind Drax and can see the dwarf cleric over his shoulder and through the doorway. We have carried out the will of our Lord. He bows slightly. This temple's fate is in His hands, not yours or ours. He nods to his companions. We should take our leave.
If the cleric does nothing to obstruct them, he will walk out into the library and towards the exit. However, he will use his divine sense once more as he does so.
You walk one by one pass the open doorway fearing a response from the cleric. She does not act, instead you catch glimpses of her writing in a large book. As you go to close the door behind you, you can hear the slam of a book shut.
You stand in the library, still dark. Few lights remaining of priests studying through the night. But they don’t seem to pay you any mind.
"So do you think we should try to burn the place down.. or cause some sort of distraction? I fear they may try to undo what we have done before it can escape from under the temple" Drax would say as he shifts back to his appearance of the young noble.
No,says Matteo firmly. Let the Faithless priests scribble their notes, and write down what has happened here. Let them live and bear witness to this, the beginning of His coming to this world. He stalks forward, feeling triumphant. Of course, if any try to stop us leaving, we should cut them down without hesitation. Come, let's get out of this place.
Making your way out of the temple unnoticed, greeting the cool wind that sweeps the mountain side. The stars light brings detail to the surrounding path. The road to your right heads up the mountain. The road to the left goes back down.
Looking to the path down the mountain, you see two figures walking towards you in the shadows.
(Aether and Risha)
Cresting up in a hill, you see three buildings standing tall. Three figures are making their way in the cover of night.
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In a devastating round of attacks Matteo spins full circle twice, weapon glowing with a radiating pulse of smiteful hate. Decapitating the dragon and the ram heads as he roars ferociously.
Petmorn jumps over and slices the bear head in one fell dive. The blood spewing from the beast as it’s heads are removed from the torso begins to boil away. The fire now breaching the room. The first 5-10 feet are engulfed in flame. Everyone takes 2 fire damage from proximity to the flames.
Petmorn looks to his remaining companions "Not to state the obvious but we gotta get out of here!"
Fortune's Founders - An Eberron Tale: Virnen Palaris, Wood Elf Ranger (2)
Matteo grins, the exhilaration and thrill of battle still in his eyes. After you, old man. If the others do the same, he will run his full 30 feet and also dash to get 60 feet down the corridor and away from the fire.
Busting out of the door into the darkened hallway, the door slams on its own behind you. Trapping the fire within and ensuring your safety. The group singed and bruised, but all in all in fair shape. You have the tunnel that awaits your journey back to the temple of Oghma.
Everyone okay? asks Matteo as he begins the walk back along the corridor? He looks at his companions, trying to judge whether they require healing or not. Medicine 11
(Anyone want some healing, in case we have to fight Oghmites on the way out? Matteo still has his full pool of 25 Lay On Hands points)
Petmorn places a hand over the bleeding slash the Chimera gave him with its claws, "Would appreciate it, friend."
Fortune's Founders - An Eberron Tale: Virnen Palaris, Wood Elf Ranger (2)
Matteo turns and grins. Wouldn't want you slipping on your own blood; he lays a hand on Petmorn's arm as they run, and he says a quiet prayer to his God as healing power flows into the fighter.
(That's 20 HP, because he's keeping some back for the moment.)
"We need to get out of here quickly.." Drax would say looking to the others as his appearance back to the young noble.
Going down the hallway, trekking back through what seems like forever now. You know you come up near the end, the entrance to the library. Curious though, the door to the left (the office and living space for the elderly dwarf cleric) it’s open. Candlelight illuminates the small section of hallway; as the glow on pours out from the office.
Drax would approach the doorway very very slowly and look inside. trying to keep hidden to see who is in there.
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Peering inside you can see the woman in the same robes, sitting behind the desk. A small cup resting in her hand, being swirled about. Her back is to the fire, and she is facing towards the door. She looks to be alone.
You feel you were stealthy enough as to not be seen. But then you hear her voice. “I know you are there, I know what you’ve done. To fight is folly, if you plan to attack; you clearly don’t understand what this temple is for.”
Drax would assume the shape and appearance of the old dwarf before replying in her voice. "We have accomplished our task.. and now we are leaving.. I see no reason to fight you" he would finish.
Matteo steps forward into the corridor, so he is standing behind Drax and can see the dwarf cleric over his shoulder and through the doorway. We have carried out the will of our Lord. He bows slightly. This temple's fate is in His hands, not yours or ours. He nods to his companions. We should take our leave.
If the cleric does nothing to obstruct them, he will walk out into the library and towards the exit. However, he will use his divine sense once more as he does so.
You walk one by one pass the open doorway fearing a response from the cleric. She does not act, instead you catch glimpses of her writing in a large book. As you go to close the door behind you, you can hear the slam of a book shut.
You stand in the library, still dark. Few lights remaining of priests studying through the night. But they don’t seem to pay you any mind.
"Well if that's all gents, I'm ready to get out of this place."
Fortune's Founders - An Eberron Tale: Virnen Palaris, Wood Elf Ranger (2)
"So do you think we should try to burn the place down.. or cause some sort of distraction? I fear they may try to undo what we have done before it can escape from under the temple" Drax would say as he shifts back to his appearance of the young noble.
*the fire was not what was trying to escape, it was another trap, the shard was released to another realm. They simply can’t put it back*
No, says Matteo firmly. Let the Faithless priests scribble their notes, and write down what has happened here. Let them live and bear witness to this, the beginning of His coming to this world. He stalks forward, feeling triumphant. Of course, if any try to stop us leaving, we should cut them down without hesitation. Come, let's get out of this place.
Making your way out of the temple unnoticed, greeting the cool wind that sweeps the mountain side. The stars light brings detail to the surrounding path. The road to your right heads up the mountain. The road to the left goes back down.
Looking to the path down the mountain, you see two figures walking towards you in the shadows.
(Aether and Risha)
Cresting up in a hill, you see three buildings standing tall. Three figures are making their way in the cover of night.