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Arnir nods as Hrmir suggests destroying the monolith "Yes, a nasty piece of work...." he begins before cringing at the mention of destroying the orb "I...suppose we could try that....Can we not think of where Lee might be?"

"We have yet to check that one room." Arnir reminds Torrent. "perhaps Hrmir could use his mastery of stone to get us in?"

Arnir clicks his tongue at the insolence of the Scout's tone but simply states "He said nothing of where he was going?" as he looks about the room for anything of interest.

Arnir muses on the stone for a mere moment as he hears the muffled cry of the woman inside "A trap" he tells his party "For those who would try and teleport in and out of this place...though given the state of teleportation magic at the moment, I'm not sure this is a pressing concern of...

Arnir makes his way into the room "Should we heal this fellow up? See what he's got to say? I could detect his thoughts, but Mystra knows what a man in that state is thinking." Arnir faces the monolith and casts detect magic on it as he attempts to discern its function.

Arnir sweeps the contents back into the bag, somewhat put off by the Tear but cognizant of its worth. He also grabs the Orb of Storms, wraps it in one of the folded shirts and stuffs it in the satchel. "Come on, let's hurry. We'll destroy the orb if we have to, but that may not be necessary if...

Arnir quickly turns to the leather satchel and turns out its contents onto the ornate bed.

Arnir nods to himself "As I thought. An Orb of storms. Only a lesser orb, mind you. Imagine what shape we'd be in with a greater orb!?" Arnir chuckles to himself with academic delight until remembering the situation "this orb is directly responsible for the weather, but is controlled by a wand...

Arnir immediately lays eyes on the sphere and casts detect magic while also seeing if he can remember anything about such an artifact.

Arnir shrugs with a mixture of indifference and impatience "Ten copper's a silver. North, I suppose."

"Something close to Polymorph at work here...This could mean the man you knew as Lee was replaced? Let's keep moving."

Arnir walks into the room/laboratory and gasps "By the gods...Someone has been creating decoy elves...But why? Perhaps to infiltrate Shahalesti?" Arnir casts detect magic on the tanks and attempts to identify the spell being used. "What is in that room behind us? We must be getting close!"

Arnir hisses through gritted teeth "keep playing, music man....you've.....missed a spot..." Arnir is at 9 HP. Sorry if we're still on initiative, figured it wouldn't matter too much in this context

Arnir collapses onto the floor writhing in agony, the flesh on his legs burned away from the mid-calf down, and his clothes singed and holed where the lava hit it.

Arnir is well and truly panicking at this point, but his heart leaps as Kirio is hauled out by Bannock's brawn. He fights through the sickening pain of his flesh literally being burned from his bones and prays that Bannock is quick! Arnir is delaying so that Bannock can grab him.

Arnir tries once more, the falling lava burning his skin and eyes, filling him with panic. once more, he fails to climb into the dragon mouth and prays a soft prayer to Mystra

Arnir's eyes widen and he glares at Kirio ":):):):)ing cock sucking son of a bitch filthy :):):):)ing :):):):) whore!" he growls as he clambers up to the dragon mouth, cursing ever more loudly as his grip fails him and he slips back down into the chamber.

Arnir's jaw drops in amazement as something happens.

Arnir gazes specifically at the runes trying to read them

Arnir yawns wearily and grumbles "I'm gonna need a fresh pot...", amused and irritated in equal measures by Kirio's recklessness. He slithers uncomfortably through the dragon maw and eyes the runes, casting detect magic on the door.