Tomb of Myron II, Items from the mold

[Attilius]

The half giant turns to the group completely confused "He's having fun with some sexy torture rooms?"

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Chat'cho shouts. "SHE! I AMM XHEMMALE! CAN'T YOU TELL? I AMM NOT EXHEN COXHERING MMY RE*RODUCTIVE ORIXHICE!"

[Niachi]

Niachi grins at 'sexy torture rooms' and decides to switch from sword to charred black femur greatclub. Probably from a Mul or half-giant. If any amateur undead types are scrying: it radiates some psionic empowerment AND seems too heavy but he manages.  Creeps down the stairs with a 'Shall we?' gesture.

"Fun never stops."

<Pings his familiar in a mental voice unlike his own. He lurches a bit, then regains control: Kaw-rawk! The Shadows thank you for your boon of companionship to this initiate. We will remember. You are a strong addition to this circle of adventurers. Please find Chat'Cho and scout, send frequent status pings to Niachi or all his companions, and  do not stray. What powers of the Way can you manifest?>

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- "I'm surprised how the little Tri-kreen opens doors just if she could travel through them. She might have good trap finding skills.." - smiling briefly - "In regards to these creatures, is interesting how everyone knows that much and don't even thought about leave all but one beheaded and try to raise them, as someone said they can but well.. I'll take note for my future songs about these fallen ones" - moving ahead with the others, searching for anything that catches her eye in the rubbles in the furthest room everyone is in - "An alive creature can say more than a dead one.."

[AthasianLaborer]

Just moments after Kaw-rawk flies off, Yvera can be heard complaining of her plight "It isn't fair!  I want to go too!" 'Muiko replies [Elven: "If I could trust you to not be too curious, I'd let you go,][Time of Magic Elven: I don't need you falling into a deathtrap."] There's movement in 'Muiko's robes as Yvera continues [Elven: "You're just scared, like always"] she emerges from his hair and sneezes several times in rapid succession [Elven: "tell him Niachi!  He needs to rela--"] 'Muiko interrupts [Elven: "Don't you drag him into this, I've told you what happens when I relax and it's not happening again.]  [Time of Magic Elven: I won't have Kurn come crashing down around us all because I thought that I could stop hiding so drop it already and please just watch the directions I am not"].  Yvera grumbles as she settles in position using a braid as a pillow with her body draped over his left shoulder [Jankx "Like it isn't obvious this shit is chalked"]

'Muiko stays with the group and does his level best to act like the argument with his familiar never happened.

[Attilius]

Attilius pulls off his pack and removes one of his 2 gallon water skins. He'll walk to where the dust starts in the hallway and forcibly squeeze out the water to create strong water pressure JETSTREAM.
1) once the water stops moving from his forced pressure, does it flow in a certain direction due to the ground being angled in any direction?
2) does it remove the sticky dust?

[DM Bob]

It definitely sludges a bit. It does not detect as magic for those that still have such things active.

There is no slope here; the construction is quite solid as the water sits in a pool of muck and only lightly soaks into the floor. You imagine it'll take some time to dry.

Niachi's familiar is less verbal and more suggestive in his mental suggestions. You have a feeling you'll see the familiar in action - when it needs to react. It does fly forward, and as it gets to the end of the hall, twin dust devils appear once more, blowing dust into the air once more and ironically coating the half giant and his water play.

While Attilius sneezes, it isn't too bad and he quickly covers his nose.

Roll a wisdom check -2 Markus. Unsure of what stairs Niachi is going down - is he not going through the hallway and taking the secret door route?

[Attilius]

Nov 17, 2023 6:14:03 GMT -12 DM Bob said:

Roll a wisdom check -2 Markus.

need 9 or less, rolled 20.

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Chat'cho picks her way through the torture instruments, attempting to inspect them for any idiosyncracies that may have survived the millennia.

She shakes her head slowly to herself in exasperation--this isn't even the first time she's been called 'he' by mistake. Don't the sleepers know the difference? Neither male or female Kreen make any attempt to ever hide their genitals from view like the sleepers do, and yet she finds herself constantly being mistaken for the opposite sex. Perhaps this has something to do with her behavior aligning with sleeper concepts of masculinity? Chat'cho can't even pretend to understand such things. She knows that the sleepers can't smell her pheromones that constantly remind other Kreen of her sex, but she can't help but feel like she's not being met halfway by certain members of the group.

As she explores the room, looking for interesting things to gawk at, Chat'cho daydreams about all the lovely Jeral males she's never met.

[Coden Rokos (Jesse H.)]

Coden digs around in his pack, and takes out the kerchief that he uses in case of a silt or sand storm and ties it around his mouth.

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Skrye looks at the torture instruments, looking for anything metallic, whatever the item, but using a part of her tunic, pulling a small rag, to pick any object as such and avoid the dust.
She also looks for anything unusual, let's say potions or written paper of any sort

[OOC: Failed observation roll]

[DM Bob]

Attilius notices nothing odd - except being coated in the dust.

Niachi sees the stairs go down 10 feet to a corridor that runs for 20 more feet before dead ending. His familiar spots Chat walking past the bars and into the torture arena proper.

Coden sees something that strikes him as odd as he gets closer to the half giant as he ties his silt cloth. There is a dark wooden haft sticking out from the axe sheath that remained empty before at the giant's side...

And Chat passes the wooden door to investigate the torture devices, long racks, cast iron prods or branding irons, buckets of coal and ash in ceramic brazier pots, pointy things, obsidian blades... all the torture bells & whistles. And that's when it happens.

The middle door opens by sliding into the ceiling frame. A large shape moves into the room, a being of fluid sand, shaped like a giant woman (standing about 8 feet tall). Behind it, another one moves to flank. Two indents are where the eyes and mouth are supposed to be on both creatures.

One moves towards the gate door, the other towards you.

Niachi's familiar remains on the other side of the bars and sends a signal of distress to her master.

Skrye is coated in dust and arrives just in time to see the door open and the sand people exit the recess.

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Chat'cho maintains her position, staring at these two. She keeps her arms in a low ready position--she's heard of creatures like this before, but in a place like this? It doesn't make sense.

"Dra femmales comm*osed oxh sand...I haxhe heard oxh your like *exhore. Creatures like you lure traxhelers to illusory oases and trick themm into eating sand, only to kill themm axhterward. *ut I see no oasis here, and those creatures would not rexheal themmselxhes so o*enly. *erha*s you are oxh a dixherrent sort. *lease, tell this tikik oxh yourselxhes."

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"Sleeper females composed of sand...I have heard of your like before. Creatures like you lure travelers to illusory oases and trick them into eating sand, only to kill them afterward. But I see no oasis here, and those creatures would not reveal themselves so openly. Perhaps you are of a different sort. Please, tell this hunter-priest of yourselves."

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

-Skrye starts to take off her traveller's robe to dust it at some point later on and looks at the sand creatures, listening for their reply to Chat'cho, and trying not to be seen by positioning herself at the other side of the entrance, and checking if any other party member is coming from previous rooms

[Attilius]

If and when Attilius is aware of trouble or combat, he'll run down the hallway, tower shield up, while unsheathing his gouge.