Loot, loot, looty loot: Myron's Tomb

[Attilius]

Attilius nods his understanding then faces forward to explore the cells.

[Niachi]

<ping: "Kaw-Rawk! return to me now!">


"Nice to see you back with The Team, Chat. Am I not mistaken that you are changed into a juvenile version of yourself? That explains the youthful carefree wandering.
Wandering alone gets you killed. It happened to those I knew: Jal Haaz, Gonmug the Many-Blades... It is good to hear you agree to sticking together! You will have many wise and well-formed hatchlings one day."

He sticks to the agreed marching order, mentally calling soothing thoughts to his familiar.

[DM Bob]

No traps are detected as you move forward through the hallway.

All of the open doors lead to empty cells. The closed doors are locked.

[AthasianLaborer]

'Muiko gathers the party before forcing the doors to unlock with nothing but his copious psionic will (read: casting Knock on 90 sq feet of doors, should be enough to catch both)

EDIT: Forgot to note the rolls

Psionic Mimicry rolled a 15 needing a 17 or less
Somatic Concealment rolled a 15 needing a 15 or less

[Attilius]

Attilius takes in several deep breaths then holds it in as he opens the first door, shield up and ready to block a strike or tackle...

[DM Bob]

The first once locked room opens into a sparse cell. A brown and dry skeleton is seen sitting with it's wrists tied behind it and then to a post in the corner. A few smaller bones. A crude clay urn nearby. Quiet.

[Attilius]

"Empty. " Attilius says over his shoulder.
The Murmillo moves on to the next door puts his ear to the door to listen and repeats the same process. If empty as well he'll move to the third closed door and do the above again.

[Deleted]

Chat'cho crosses her arms unhappily, flapping her new cloak to knock the dust off of it and shaking herself to do the same to her chitin. "The xhruit Oronis gaxhe to mme as a *resent mmade mme this way. I chose to eat it and su*ject mmyselxh to its exhects *ecause I was *ast mmating age and had not yet xhound a mmate. The rest oxh mmy clutch xhled when Oronis camme and mmade mmy guarded lands warmm and green and wet. All the mmales with whomm I mmight haxhe mmated went with themm."

She shifts her posture, knitting and reknitting her fingers as she sways her body from side to side, occasionally producing a low whistle or click of her mandibles.

"I was told to leaxhe that *lace *ehind, that I would die the choking death oxh those kreen who stray too xhar into the wooded lands. I would *e dead ixh not xhor mmy mmagic, which cured mme the mmany timmes I xhell ill. You see, this is not the xhirst timme I haxhe done things that others told mme would result in mmy death. It has gotten mme this xhar. Who can say how xhar it will take mme? Ande has already *ecomme xhery dear to mme, xhor she has *oured timme and exhort into seeking xhor mme a mmate, one with whomm I mmight share mmy *ody and mmy lixhe. While I admmit, the results she has *roduced are not entirely to mmy liking, I mmust gixhe thanks to the s*irits that she has xhound anyone at all that mmight *e willing to cou*le with mme--exhen ixh the mmate I one day claimm is a xhemmale of a kind unknown to mme."

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"The fruit Oronis gave to me as a present made me this way. I chose to eat it and subject myself to its effects because I was past mating age and had not yet found a mate. The rest of my clutch fled when Oronis came and made my guarded lands warm and green and wet. All the males with whom I might have mated went with them."

"I was told to leave that place behind, that I would die the choking death of those kreen who stray too far into the wooded lands. I would be dead if not for my magic, which cured me the many times I fell ill. You see, this is not the first time I have done things that others told me would result in my death. It has gotten me this far. Who can say how far it will take me? Ande has already become very dear to me, for she has poured time and effort into seeking for me a mate, one with whom I might share my body and my life. While I admit, the results she has produced are not entirely to my liking, I must give thanks to the spirits that she has found anyone at all that might be willing to couple with me--even if the mate I one day claim is a female of a kind unknown to me."

[DM Bob]

The other cells are similar. All of the once locked doors hold bodies in ancient states of decay, bound, left and forgotten. Unlike other prisons or pens you've noticed or possibly even resided in, these have no evidence of pests. There is also no light source, at least currently, perhaps never. Were they all taken by the sand constructs? Or was there another reason to keep these poor souls here?

Map to follow in the chat soon.

[AthasianLaborer]

"Why would you think youth would fix the problem of having the incorrect form?  A new form is an exceedingly trival matter to accomplish, for oneself or another if you should be so skilled as I" 'Muiko asks, obviously confused.

Speculating on the original nature of these cells "I wonder if the gaolers even needed light, perhaps they were able to see without light needed?  Perhaps there was once magical light here?"

[Attilius]

Attilius moves to the second unopened door in the torture room. Should it be more cells, he'll repeat the search process...

[Niachi]

Niachi nods to Chat’s response, understanding the druid’s frustration and hopes.

As the cells are explored he will illuminate each one.

“Any bone readers or deadspeakers in our options?”

[Deleted]

"Technically, mmating is *ossi*le xhor kreen at any *oint *ast the age oxh xhour, *ut the xhast mmajority oxh mmy kind are mmated at this age. Therexhore, the mmajority oxh eligi*le mmates will *e oxh this age--and it is unseemmly xhor one to mmate with one nearly halxh one's age."

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"Technically, mating is possiple for kreen at any point past the age of four, but the vast majority of my kind are mated at this age. Therefore, the majority of eligible mates will be of this age--and it is unseemly for one to mate with one nearly half one's age."

[DM Bob]

The third door opens up to a room literally piled with large heaps of bones.

Yellowed bones, brown bones, white bones, charred bones, tiny ones, larger ones, skulls of every sort (and some you don't recall ever seeing before).

This dread place has a faded stench, but it is mainly of death and old, dry rot. A tad of leather is behind the foul. The air is heavy as if not often disturbed.

The room is about thirty by thirty feet and due to the enormous quantity of remains, it is hard to tell if there are doors or passages about. The ceiling arches much like a cathedral or feasting hall, but is devoid of any other decoration except for a pair of unused torch sconces flanking the doorway you entered.

[Deleted]

Chat'cho glances around the room, then seems to shrug her shoulders. "What's the *oint oxh this *lace?"