Temple of False Gods II: Look Beyond the Necro Door

[Niachi]

Niachi cracks his knuckles:

“Some extra muscle for your servant..”
He whistles as if calling pets to his side.

OOC: can someone make a CON 16 roll:
—If successful—
Two young (4HD each) adult tembos pad to him from where the team entered, their talons clicking on the stone floor. They sit like trained mastiffs at attention, gnashing their teeth in hideous grins as they watch him for instructions. Their heads both tilt in the subtle ways that show a psion might begin something.

Shadow Monsters: L4

[Attilius]

The Murmillo sneers from under his galea at the Tembos and cautiously steps away from them. Clearly he has past bad blood with these creatures. He slides his invisible axe out and readies his shield for the inevitable spirit shit sandwich the group is about to take a bite out of...

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Skrye casts Barkskin armor on herself - 'The constructs were trapped against their will but, what lies ahead, surely is topic of another ballad, a chilling death song..' - thinks to self before speaks to Quila - "I'll try to summon the wrath of the earth upon any undead foe behind that gate with the help of your attentive tactical skill once we cross the gate" - looking at her,referring to the moment spell


[OOC: Prot vs Evil (-2 to attack me, my sav. throws vs such attacks at +2. Any attempt to mental control me or to invade and take over my mind is blocked; 24 rnds), AC O (12rnds), 48/48HP; SPELLS 1stLvl(4/5), 2ndLvl(1/5), 3rdLvl(4/4), 4thLvl(3/3)]

[Attilius]

Attilius softly says "Hold that thought..." then belts out loudly

"Parley to Y'nar and yer kin?"

[DM Bob]

"I sense it is *like* us." States one of the things, referring to Attilius.

"These others though, are not." Replies the second.

"Look at the copper of their skin. Could it be?" The final one posits.

Together the say...

"FLAME TOUCHED." They spit, snarl and all six eyes glow fiercely.

"Come to finish what you started so long ago, fire-bringers? You'll find that we are stronger than your masters remember."

[Attilius]

"Whoa whoa whoa! Take it EASEEEE!

WE JUST visited the fire plane to kill some Efreet and pick up some cargo. When we came back to this plane, our skin was this color! We're NOT trying to finish anythin' guys! SO RELAX...

What is your re-la-shun with the guy in that coffin? You friends of his? Wards? Or jailers"

[DM Bob]

"Show yourself."

"Yes. Let us see your skin, hallway lurker."

The other simply makes licking noises, sans mouth or visible lips.

[Attilius]

The giant looks to everyone ands nods with a look of [if these guys start in on me, you unleash everything you got on them]

He then cautiously enters the chamber...

As he enters he calmly says "SEE? I'm NO fire enemy, we's just got this dark tan now from there."

[DM Bob]

"It LIES!"

"It wears HER bracelet!"

"And the skin is TOUCHED!"

The coffer's lid flips by unseen lifting. An uncountable number of black & green clawed hands scamper, leap and swarm from the stone prison before the wicked glowing red eyes. It seems like thousands of fingers, thumbs and palms resided within. Now free, they run every direction like a plethora of Addam's Family Things, but more gnarled and pointy.

Roll initiative. Intentions, etc... Attilus leaving the hallway has forced all of you within the chamber.

[DM Bob]

[Closed, moving to combat thread.]

[Niachi]

As Attilius began negotiationss with the 3 cryptkeepers, Niachi tells his shadow pets to "Stay" -but they are wiley and devious. Their mottled tan and ochre hides give off a musty carrion smell. Dried gore cakes 5 of their 8 combined life-draining paws that swipe eachother in playfighting blows that draw long bloody scratches. They stay, grunting to eachother like warthogs as their prehensile ears twitch at every sound around them. One of them wears crude agate hoops in its ears and nose -some sort of rank? Who -or what adorned jewelry on these abominations?

The Xerichou hunches into a protective ball on his shoulder, perhaps having its own tembo experiences in its past.

Niachi looks to the others's intents. His hands are empty. His orange Spirit Armor halo flickers like a live thing.

As the situation changes to battle, he snaps his fingers and they stand ready, slavering drool and panting, barely held in check....


Shadow Monsters: Duration 8 rounds.