Nenne raises her eyebrows at the pair of them. "I am no more fond of Shagambi's temple than you," she begins, a little incredulous, "but we have actionable intelligence on that location. We know precisely what we need to do and avoid, there. Strategy and preparation will vastly improve our chances of leaving with our prize and our memories."
As Nenne begins her ritual and places her fingers on his head, Boosey sits fascinated with the cleric positively crackling with magic. As he is transfixed by the fly held motionless in mid air a tickling sensation draws his attention to his wrist, and he holds it up in amazement as the parchment winds its way round showing it's message. He remains silent as Nenne smiles encouragingly and his eyes widen as her amulet begins to glow.
After it is over he sits in silence, looking at the Cleric. His words seem to break the magic that has permeated the hut, and his voice feels thin and weak. "Th...thank you my friend, and my thanks to Kelemvor, for they are a strong and benevolent God, there are not many deities that would respond to prayer, especially for one such as me." He looks at his feet and shuffles them self consciously. "I am truly humbled"
While there was no immediate change that he could notice, once he had retired to his bedroll, he had a dreamless nights sleep.
„Nenne is right, we shouldn’t go and visit random sites when we know what to expect at Shagambi´s shrine. We still do know what to expect, how knows what we remember tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Let’s act now and be done with it.“
"Agreed. We are better prepared now than before, but we should still come up with a strategy before entering that place. One of us could easily die in there."
Orvex nods in understanding, but he looks less than happy about going back. A short while later the party finds themselves back at the entrance to Shagambi's shrine.
„How about we try a different approach this time. Lemon and I get down and one of us activates the plate. The rest stays upstairs, you can support with spells when we get into trouble. Some helpful spells can be cast on us before we activate the constructs. But let me hang the rope down first.“ Allister ties his rope to a bar and throws it into the pit.
"Before we go in I should probably give you two a little extra....something." He walks up to Allister touching him lightly on the shoulder. "Bears Endurance" he says ///advantage on con checks plus 2d6 hit points\\\, then he approaches Lemon. "Something different for you. Bulls Strength" and he clasps the Dwarfs arm. ///Advantage on strength checks & double carrying capacity\\\. Having cast enhance ability on them both he says, "that should gives us the edge we need."
"Aye. I will gladly fight by ye side fighter." The dwarf however puts his arm in front of Allister, "I care for ye not to get hurt first fighter. Let this ol' dwarf take the pleasure." And with that Lemon took the lead.
Upon taking the gift, Lemon flexes his muscles. "Thank ye greatly gnome! This, shall come in handy in me greatest time of need."
Enchanting his club as well, Lemon set down with a mad smile upon his face.
Right before Lemon steps on the pressure plate he tells Allister, and to the others loud enough for them to hear, "I got a plan. Me body shall shield this doorway, stepping on this 'er pressure plate as I do so. Once them tin cans make their way up 'er, we shall see their hostility. If they attack...," Lemons face gets serious and scrunches up with his beard, "so do we friend."
"If they attack, I shall still move to the right (G13), and you may move in from there as well."
As the pressure plate is activated, portcullis gates can be heard down the hallway again and all four clay gladiators jog out to stand in the sand pit. Three line the east wall in front of the entrqnce they came though while one stands facing the passageway leading upstairs. They all come to rest with their spears in the sand and their shields out in front.
"They... be guardin' somethin down there." With that, Lemon taking precautions, sticks with the plan, and moves to the right to give Allister room to enter the room. He also yells to the grouo above watching to hold, since the statues have yet to attack.
Lemon looks to Allister. "I'm goin to step forward into the center of the room human. By the looks of these tin cans, I don't think conversing with them will be any of use..."
With that, Lemon walks to the center of the pit, shield prepared.
"Trial of the worthy?" Nenne muses aloud from her spot beside the pedestal upstairs. "Perhaps they will allow you to pass if you best them in single combat."
The dwarf sized up the clay warrior, startled to now notice their lack of face. His face gets serious and looks to the... head of the one blocking the way. "Ye will let me and me friends pass warrior. I acknowledge you as such now, since ye are honorable." The dwarf glances at the other warriors, "Ye all let us fight." He looks to Allister, "Even ye human friend."
Standing now toe to toe with the warrior, Lemon roared gleefully. Enticed and tingling with excitement he yelled, "One on one tin can! Ye and me, to the death! If ye die, we pass peacefully; if I die we leave fer good! No one interfere unless the others join!"
The warrior out front spins its spear from its planted position, drops to a lower stance and brings its shield closer to bear. The faceless thing aggresively leaps forward. The three blocking further passage remain just as motionless.
The warrior takes the blow on the way in with its shield. The blunt force slams into Lemon (10 damage) followed quickly behind by two spear thrusts that have Lemon panting hard to keep out of reach of. The movements strain his muscles and the druid knows if he keeps this up he won't last for long (9 damage and 6 damage) against the agile thing.
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Lemon, taking in the blows from the sentry, and heaving air when slammed, stayed on hie feat. Roaring and steadying himself, Lemon threw out his hand and cast Heat metal on the spear 13.
Then, steadying himself, Lemon began to change form. His body began to grow, his skin turned green and grow scales. Within seconds, Lemon was now a full Giant Constrictor Snake.
Nenne raises her eyebrows at the pair of them. "I am no more fond of Shagambi's temple than you," she begins, a little incredulous, "but we have actionable intelligence on that location. We know precisely what we need to do and avoid, there. Strategy and preparation will vastly improve our chances of leaving with our prize and our memories."
As Nenne begins her ritual and places her fingers on his head, Boosey sits fascinated with the cleric positively crackling with magic. As he is transfixed by the fly held motionless in mid air a tickling sensation draws his attention to his wrist, and he holds it up in amazement as the parchment winds its way round showing it's message. He remains silent as Nenne smiles encouragingly and his eyes widen as her amulet begins to glow.
After it is over he sits in silence, looking at the Cleric. His words seem to break the magic that has permeated the hut, and his voice feels thin and weak. "Th...thank you my friend, and my thanks to Kelemvor, for they are a strong and benevolent God, there are not many deities that would respond to prayer, especially for one such as me." He looks at his feet and shuffles them self consciously. "I am truly humbled"
While there was no immediate change that he could notice, once he had retired to his bedroll, he had a dreamless nights sleep.
„Nenne is right, we shouldn’t go and visit random sites when we know what to expect at Shagambi´s shrine. We still do know what to expect, how knows what we remember tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Let’s act now and be done with it.“
"Agreed. We are better prepared now than before, but we should still come up with a strategy before entering that place. One of us could easily die in there."
Orvex nods in understanding, but he looks less than happy about going back. A short while later the party finds themselves back at the entrance to Shagambi's shrine.
„How about we try a different approach this time. Lemon and I get down and one of us activates the plate. The rest stays upstairs, you can support with spells when we get into trouble. Some helpful spells can be cast on us before we activate the constructs. But let me hang the rope down first.“ Allister ties his rope to a bar and throws it into the pit.
"Before we go in I should probably give you two a little extra....something." He walks up to Allister touching him lightly on the shoulder. "Bears Endurance" he says ///advantage on con checks plus 2d6 hit points\\\, then he approaches Lemon. "Something different for you. Bulls Strength" and he clasps the Dwarfs arm. ///Advantage on strength checks & double carrying capacity\\\. Having cast enhance ability on them both he says, "that should gives us the edge we need."
"Aye. I will gladly fight by ye side fighter." The dwarf however puts his arm in front of Allister, "I care for ye not to get hurt first fighter. Let this ol' dwarf take the pleasure." And with that Lemon took the lead.
Upon taking the gift, Lemon flexes his muscles. "Thank ye greatly gnome! This, shall come in handy in me greatest time of need."
Enchanting his club as well, Lemon set down with a mad smile upon his face.
Made you look.
„When we fighting starts move to the right corner. That way I can move in and you can get up and out faster.“
"Ye can count on me friend." Lemon, now focused, prepares down the staires and presses the plate.
Made you look.
Right before Lemon steps on the pressure plate he tells Allister, and to the others loud enough for them to hear, "I got a plan. Me body shall shield this doorway, stepping on this 'er pressure plate as I do so. Once them tin cans make their way up 'er, we shall see their hostility. If they attack...," Lemons face gets serious and scrunches up with his beard, "so do we friend."
"If they attack, I shall still move to the right (G13), and you may move in from there as well."
Made you look.
As the pressure plate is activated, portcullis gates can be heard down the hallway again and all four clay gladiators jog out to stand in the sand pit. Three line the east wall in front of the entrqnce they came though while one stands facing the passageway leading upstairs. They all come to rest with their spears in the sand and their shields out in front.
"They... be guardin' somethin down there." With that, Lemon taking precautions, sticks with the plan, and moves to the right to give Allister room to enter the room. He also yells to the grouo above watching to hold, since the statues have yet to attack.
Lemon looks to Allister. "I'm goin to step forward into the center of the room human. By the looks of these tin cans, I don't think conversing with them will be any of use..."
With that, Lemon walks to the center of the pit, shield prepared.
Made you look.
None of the gladiators move as Lemon steps onto the sand.
"Trial of the worthy?" Nenne muses aloud from her spot beside the pedestal upstairs. "Perhaps they will allow you to pass if you best them in single combat."
"..."
The dwarf sized up the clay warrior, startled to now notice their lack of face. His face gets serious and looks to the... head of the one blocking the way. "Ye will let me and me friends pass warrior. I acknowledge you as such now, since ye are honorable." The dwarf glances at the other warriors, "Ye all let us fight." He looks to Allister, "Even ye human friend."
Standing now toe to toe with the warrior, Lemon roared gleefully. Enticed and tingling with excitement he yelled, "One on one tin can! Ye and me, to the death! If ye die, we pass peacefully; if I die we leave fer good! No one interfere unless the others join!"
Made you look.
The warrior out front spins its spear from its planted position, drops to a lower stance and brings its shield closer to bear. The faceless thing aggresively leaps forward. The three blocking further passage remain just as motionless.
Yelling with rage, Lemon brings forth his club in a forward upward motion towards the warrior, aiming for his side.
Attack: 22 Damage: 6
Made you look.
The warrior takes the blow on the way in with its shield. The blunt force slams into Lemon (10 damage) followed quickly behind by two spear thrusts that have Lemon panting hard to keep out of reach of. The movements strain his muscles and the druid knows if he keeps this up he won't last for long (9 damage and 6 damage) against the agile thing.
Lemon, taking in the blows from the sentry, and heaving air when slammed, stayed on hie feat. Roaring and steadying himself, Lemon threw out his hand and cast Heat metal on the spear 13.
Then, steadying himself, Lemon began to change form. His body began to grow, his skin turned green and grow scales. Within seconds, Lemon was now a full Giant Constrictor Snake.
Made you look.