After Boosey conveys that Moa will remain with him, Nenne falls silent for a little while. She touches her amulet and sighs again. "Very well," she inclines her head. "I will carry the staff."
Eyeing Glimbul's activity in the entrance and hearing his conclusions, she motions toward the sarcophagus. "The lid would certainly help. Perhaps the storyteller's new guest can inform us whether anything of the sort is necessary?"
After asking everyone if they have something to keep it open with he attempts to jam it open at the hinges with his arrows and darts. “I am not certain this will help, but it is the best I can do. If we have nothing else to try I think we are only left with the option of testing it by having one of you leave”
„We still have that.“ Allister points at the lid of the coffin. „It’s heavy, so I need some help from you Boosey. Either muscle or magic. Or...“ He ties a rope around the slab of stone. „You think throwing a rope outside might trigger something?“
Allister does as he is told and with a fair amount of manuevering and hard labor, the lid is put into place. The warrior then exits the skull. When he does so, the jaws snap down onto the sarcophagus lid hard. Chunks of stone pop loose and a crack runs down the lid, but Allister manages ro get out safely. The jaws stay that way for a minute, then the lower jaw resets into place. Both flames come back into the eye sockets.
As Boosey exits the skull one of the eye flames wink out. From there, Lemon leads the party towards the propeller hallway Nenne mentioned earlier.
Carved birds soar across the walls of this corridor. Blocking the passage near its northern end is a large adamantine propeller with five sharp blades.
As the party reaches the passage Glimbul speaks up. “Stop. Let me check to see if there are any traps to be safe”
After spending some time looking over the walls ceiling and floor, something catches his eye. He crouches and gets low to the floor before standing up to say, “I knew it, the floor of this passage way is made entirely of pressure plates. It must be related to the propellor. How would you all like to handle this?”
"If our goal is indeed to search everything, this is a viable plan," the cleric says. "Knowing what lies beyond this contraption could also be useful. What say the rest of you?"
Glimbul ponders the Dwarf’s suggestion. “That could work, but who knows if there are more traps on the other side that I can’t see. So if you do be careful.”
„Is there any way to fixate the plates?“ Allister rummages through his pack. „I brought some long nails along, maybe we can wedge them into place and stop The plates from lowering.“
Squinting to the other side, Lemon claps the back of Glimbul and gives a nod.
With that nod, Lemon's form shrinks. Now a small sized creature, feathers protrude along the outside of his skin and a beak sprouts from his mouth. As with every beast he transforms to, a bald spot where no feathers are could be seen upon its head.
As an eagle, a bald eagle, Lemon flew across the blades and looked around inside. Stopping and landing 10ft from the blades, Lemon reverted his form back to normal and relayed the information of what he sees.
A deep pit opens up at the entrance to this tomb, with a stone sarcophagus resting at the bottom. A snarling monkey-like creature decorates the sarcophagus lid. Beyond the pit, three treasure chests sit on stone daises. The chest on the left is carved of black onyx, the middle chest is made of rusty iron, and the chest on the right is cast of silver and glistening with frost.
Lemon yells, "I'm gonna cast a spell to see if there be any magic comin' from these chests. Cause it be seemin to me..." and through the blades the companions could watch as Lemons shield changed to a mischievous grin, more likely portraying his own, "we got a monkey problem."
Lemon stopped dead in his tracks and placed his hands on the sarcophagus. He gave a glance to his friends, then a bit too long of a glance to the sarcophagus. He gave a sign, then looked to Nenne. "Thoughts elf? This 'ere coffin be havin' three magics in it. Divination, Conjuration an'... Transmutation.."
Lemon gave a glance to the chest as well and spoke, "These 'ere chest have Evocation an' Conjuration. Whatev'er be in these 'ere chests... it be dangerous... especially with that evocation..."
"If you are asking for my wisdom, it is that you return to us with haste and without disturbing anything you find," the cleric replies, shooting a longsuffering glance at the fighter and bard. "We travel with Wongo's enemy already. Nothing good can come from this."
"Also," she adds, somewhat sour, "you did not see what his shrine did to us. I am not eager to make his acquaintance - or accept anything he has to offer. There will be other treasures below. We do not need his."
Glimbul leaning against the wall away from the passage speaks up. “Obo’laka says he can’t trust Wongo, but if he is willing to help in the fight against Acererak he is strong. Although I don’t trust him and Obo’laka says he is chaotic and unpredictable.”
After a while, Lemon makes an appearance. However, he walks across from the left going to the right. After some time, he comes within line of sight again, and opens the center chest, nothing happening. He looks to the group and calls, "Ye all, I be needin a short rest 'ere fer a bit. I need me energy back. After that, I be ready to go!"
The party settles in while Lemon regains his stregth. A short while later one of those bolted together creatures makes an appearance from an unexplored passage across the balcony. Its movements are swift and appears to be intent on rounding the balcony to get at the party.
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Lemon, his attention now caught by what Boosey had mentioned, looks to him and says, "Ye say I be under some curse? How? An' by what kind?"
Made you look.
After Boosey conveys that Moa will remain with him, Nenne falls silent for a little while. She touches her amulet and sighs again. "Very well," she inclines her head. "I will carry the staff."
Eyeing Glimbul's activity in the entrance and hearing his conclusions, she motions toward the sarcophagus. "The lid would certainly help. Perhaps the storyteller's new guest can inform us whether anything of the sort is necessary?"
After asking everyone if they have something to keep it open with he attempts to jam it open at the hinges with his arrows and darts. “I am not certain this will help, but it is the best I can do. If we have nothing else to try I think we are only left with the option of testing it by having one of you leave”
„We still have that.“ Allister points at the lid of the coffin. „It’s heavy, so I need some help from you Boosey. Either muscle or magic. Or...“ He ties a rope around the slab of stone. „You think throwing a rope outside might trigger something?“
"Tie some rope around it. We can aid you from out here."
Allister does as he is told and with a fair amount of manuevering and hard labor, the lid is put into place. The warrior then exits the skull. When he does so, the jaws snap down onto the sarcophagus lid hard. Chunks of stone pop loose and a crack runs down the lid, but Allister manages ro get out safely. The jaws stay that way for a minute, then the lower jaw resets into place. Both flames come back into the eye sockets.
As Boosey exits the skull one of the eye flames wink out. From there, Lemon leads the party towards the propeller hallway Nenne mentioned earlier.
Carved birds soar across the walls of this corridor. Blocking the passage near its northern end is a large adamantine propeller with five sharp blades.
As the party reaches the passage Glimbul speaks up. “Stop. Let me check to see if there are any traps to be safe”
After spending some time looking over the walls ceiling and floor, something catches his eye. He crouches and gets low to the floor before standing up to say, “I knew it, the floor of this passage way is made entirely of pressure plates. It must be related to the propellor. How would you all like to handle this?”
"Me body can turn to a small beast an' fly ov'er. From there, I be able to check if there be any way to stop it."
Made you look.
"If our goal is indeed to search everything, this is a viable plan," the cleric says. "Knowing what lies beyond this contraption could also be useful. What say the rest of you?"
Glimbul ponders the Dwarf’s suggestion. “That could work, but who knows if there are more traps on the other side that I can’t see. So if you do be careful.”
„Is there any way to fixate the plates?“ Allister rummages through his pack. „I brought some long nails along, maybe we can wedge them into place and stop The plates from lowering.“
Squinting to the other side, Lemon claps the back of Glimbul and gives a nod.
With that nod, Lemon's form shrinks. Now a small sized creature, feathers protrude along the outside of his skin and a beak sprouts from his mouth. As with every beast he transforms to, a bald spot where no feathers are could be seen upon its head.
As an eagle, a bald eagle, Lemon flew across the blades and looked around inside. Stopping and landing 10ft from the blades, Lemon reverted his form back to normal and relayed the information of what he sees.
A deep pit opens up at the entrance to this tomb, with a stone sarcophagus resting at the bottom. A snarling monkey-like creature decorates the sarcophagus lid. Beyond the pit, three treasure chests sit on stone daises. The chest on the left is carved of black onyx, the middle chest is made of rusty iron, and the chest on the right is cast of silver and glistening with frost.
Lemon yells, "I'm gonna cast a spell to see if there be any magic comin' from these chests. Cause it be seemin to me..." and through the blades the companions could watch as Lemons shield changed to a mischievous grin, more likely portraying his own, "we got a monkey problem."
Made you look.
Nenne pales a bit at the mention of monkeys. "This is Wongo's tomb. We already allied ourselves with Moa. It is inadvisable to proceed."
„Nenne is right, leave that place alone. We got good guys to find.“
Lemon stopped dead in his tracks and placed his hands on the sarcophagus. He gave a glance to his friends, then a bit too long of a glance to the sarcophagus. He gave a sign, then looked to Nenne. "Thoughts elf? This 'ere coffin be havin' three magics in it. Divination, Conjuration an'... Transmutation.."
Lemon gave a glance to the chest as well and spoke, "These 'ere chest have Evocation an' Conjuration. Whatev'er be in these 'ere chests... it be dangerous... especially with that evocation..."
Made you look.
"If you are asking for my wisdom, it is that you return to us with haste and without disturbing anything you find," the cleric replies, shooting a longsuffering glance at the fighter and bard. "We travel with Wongo's enemy already. Nothing good can come from this."
"Also," she adds, somewhat sour, "you did not see what his shrine did to us. I am not eager to make his acquaintance - or accept anything he has to offer. There will be other treasures below. We do not need his."
Glimbul leaning against the wall away from the passage speaks up. “Obo’laka says he can’t trust Wongo, but if he is willing to help in the fight against Acererak he is strong. Although I don’t trust him and Obo’laka says he is chaotic and unpredictable.”
After a while, Lemon makes an appearance. However, he walks across from the left going to the right. After some time, he comes within line of sight again, and opens the center chest, nothing happening. He looks to the group and calls, "Ye all, I be needin a short rest 'ere fer a bit. I need me energy back. After that, I be ready to go!"
Made you look.
The party settles in while Lemon regains his stregth. A short while later one of those bolted together creatures makes an appearance from an unexplored passage across the balcony. Its movements are swift and appears to be intent on rounding the balcony to get at the party.