Defeat has always been in his stars

[DM Bob]

Enemy's Slumber, 12th of Fortuary, noon

Ral: Currently in the sky at half moon

Guthay: A sliver

Current Location: The true tomb of Myron, the Buried City

Myron goes limp under the goliath, as savage attack-after-attack eventually extricates the animating spirit from the now truly lifeless corpse. Once a Champion who failed the First Sorcerer, to a potential savior of the trolloc race, then to a binder of an alien vestige that even now shakes the foundations of the wet, gross tomb before you. Failure is his name. Bits of earth and rock begin to drop here and about while you hold the golden prize in your trembling hands.

You still need to find and unbury Mak Thuum Ngatha's grimoire, that is somewhere under cocoon and goo towards the base of Brother Aman the Maker's tower. Then to the Eternal Hearth to undo this mess of excrement once and for all.

Drip, drip, drip goes the damp as the earth rumbles, the only visible egress being above and back through the tomb... unless you travel by other means, of course.

Congratulations on the first leg of your quest, and as Umbris' mother used to say, "Don't fuck up now, you little shits." She had such a way with words, that woman. The silence has worn off for a minute or two at this point as you quickly plan your next moves.

[Attilius]

The giant rips off the head of the humanoid and stomps it to an unrecognizable soup under his Caliga. He then gives an overzealous gladiators high five to everyone (or whatever custom is akin in the tablelands). "THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE!" He'll then search the body for anything of note. After wrapping the body in his large blanket, stuff it a large sack and put the bundle in his backpack.

Attilius then searches the sarcophagus for anything of note and for his invisible axe and gouge. He re-equips his shield and holds it over head to protect him and those around him from falling dust and debris.

"Deese past weeks be strange: One day we be in a plane of fire, cookin' our skin off. Da next, soaked to the bone in water tomb." he chuckles at the drastic environmental shifts

[Niachi]

Niachi sheathes his club and assists searching the corpse's hands, forearms, neck, footwear and robes for any prized possessions. if he finds anything, he'll hold it up for Magic detection. He eyes the rumblings and falling debris with worry.

"What's fastest route outa here?"

Spells active:
Shield: 25 rounds
Umbris Protection from Evil: gone from melee attack
Atillius Prot. from Evil: gone from melee attack
Miuko Prot From Evil: 2 rounds
Coden: Cat's Grace +2 to Dex, 7.8 hours
Available: 0/2/2/2 and Dispel Magic in obsidian conduit

[DM Bob]

A pair of well wrought golden bracers are found under the robe's sleeves. They match, and each have two ovoid crimson gems set upon the face.

As well as two rings. One on each hand. The right hand one is of gold, or at least the color of it. Thick and wide, it has thin runes of elvish script winding the outside and inside of the band.

The left hand ring is bone or ivory, white in color and has a tiny scrimshawed motif upon it. A tiny chariot, rider and a pair of strange four legged mounts. You can't imagine how this was crafted - as the detail is immaculate.

Rumble, rumble. Louder now. Getting close.

[AthasianLaborer]

"Quila, can you Locate the Object we seek?  Do you know how distant it is?  In which direction?" 'Muiko turns to face Skrye "Could you send earth to fetch the buried tome from the location that Quila discerns?" He looks around to the assembled party "If these tasks are achievable, I'd wager they're our quickest method of acquisition, then it is just a matter of folding to the dancehall.  The rumbling doesn't bode well"

'Muiko 'casts' Detect Magic (@bob please don't fail my rolls) and will announce his divinations as Niachi raising items

"I wish you hadn't pulverized his head, it _was_ valuable, oh well...." 'Muiko shrugs.

"This day will be commemorated appropriately on our return home to Kurn"

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- "I can't find any hound to search but Quila will know where it is, at least roughly, as she buried it" - looking around for anything historical

[Rnd 7
AC 0 [4rnds], 48/48HP; SPELLS 1stLvl(5/5), 2ndLvl(3/5), 3rdLvl(3/4), 4thLvl(3/3)]

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

"Indeed, I know roughly where it is, but can also try casting a Locate Object. It will set us back 10 minutes, which currently seems unwise to be casting that from here. We need to decide which route to go to the surface though. If I get us out of here by a Fold, I'm done for the day, which is also very unwise. Another option might be a Teleport or if someone else can psionically do a Dimension Door that's also good. Maybe there are other ways, let me think. Maybe we can burrow there from below so we do not have to engage whatever is above now? That seems more Skrye's domain though, the ways of the Earth."

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- "Is the book far away from here? I could try to open a passage away to grab it myself and move outside to give it to Amman or whatever is the course of action in this case, or psionically contacting him to see if he can help accessing a hole downwards to this position for everyone to move up?" - looking at Quila - "Once you tell me where the book is in regards to a known point of reference, I can take the mask with me, travel through the rocks, find the book and take them to Amman to stop this nightmare. I don't have way to open a gate big enough for everyone to pass, we are many feet down from the surface"

[Rnd 8
AC 0 [3rnds], 48/48HP; SPELLS 1stLvl(5/5), 2ndLvl(3/5), 3rdLvl(3/4), 4thLvl(3/3)]

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

"I don't want to involve another favor from this lot to be honest, so let us keep Aman out of it altogether. Otherwise we might end up with another situation like with Chat'cho. The book I stowed only a feet or two underneath the sands at most, 14 feet out from the southeast corner of Aman's tower. Is it not possible to call for an earth creature and let this get the book for us?"

[AthasianLaborer]

"Give me the mask, I will hide it!" 'Muiko declares as he holds out his hand expectantly.

Once he has the Mask in hand, he casts Non-Detection on it.

He looks at Attilius "Let me touch the body, it is for our safety"

Once Attilius allows him to touch Myron's corpse, he casts Non-Detection on it.

"If we're folding out, let's do it now, lead the way and I will follow" he says quickly, looking at Quila with these closing statements

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Skrye raises an eyebrow - "You are a wizard like Myron was, that makes it a potential temptation for you or a potential victim for the mask, right?

Mmmm... It may not find it but may know it is here and keep creating havoc.. And what if we unfold the tent enough to move to where we went once, we all move in or at least the one who helds the mask, and then Quila and whoever stays with her folds it up and takes us to somewhere else to recover and we nap, like Cromlin, or even napping in the other plane? Perhaps it can't reach there. Surely it would not aim for any other location"

[Coden Rokos (Jesse H.)]

"I feel like he was a load-bearing boss. We should leave posthaste."

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

Quila listens to the suggestions and comments offered by her intrepid travel companions and nods.

"Right. Better safe than sorry. One mile simply feels too close by. Let us go further afield. To more welcoming environs it is."

Quila casts a Dimensional Folding (lvl 4) and the exit will be in the rocky badlands north of Orona valley where the team traveled through the first time they were escorted to the Buried City by Captain Sendic and his riders. Far enough out of the valley where New Kurn is and also miles away from Fort Protector and away from any settlements but still nearby enough to feel like home and more protected than either nearby the Buried City or Cromlin could ever be.

"Quickly," she adds, and goes through the portal. At the other end she tries to find an easily defensible position a bit higher off the secret path (this is the path that leads eastward to Fort Protector and westward to the sandy wastes) in order for the party to use a concurrent Nap. Quila will cast one and use one provided by Skrye, with the group dividing themselves up for the watch.

[Coden Rokos (Jesse H.)]

Coden exerts his unused probability control power to reduce the chance of untoward aging from the dimensional folding.

[DM Bob]

The traveling is uneventful...

The arrival? Well,

A deeply suave voice is heard by all, but directed at Quila.

"I have to say, I'm honored to have such a strong and direct owner once again."

Was that her stave?