D&D 5E [IC] Creamsteak's Princes of Elemental Evil

[Forged Fury]

I'm baaack! I managed to snag Greed's soul. I stuck him in a cage surrounded by treasure just out of arm's reach. His screams of torment are delicious, you should really hear them... what's going on? Where are you? Are you actually talking to these people? Oh my Asmodeus... you mortals are stupid, aren't you?

Archandros' running commentary in his mind was the last thing Damien needed right now.

Qarbo, still with a smirk on his face, addresses the rest of the party, "And what of the rest of you? Have you found your sins heavy? Do you find your needs many?"

"I wouldn't say heavy. They're actually quite manageable. This is a really nice place..." the warlock replied distractedly, craning his neck to look around the place. He moved nearer to the altar and tried to peek down the stairs.

OOC: Move to AA8

 

[Kobold Stew]

As they enter, Carradoc hangs back. Filing in through the door takes time, and it fundamentally uninteresting. When he thinks no one is noticing, he positions himself behind one of the pillars. In the short time they had been seen outside, had they counted all of them?

OOC: Move to AA16 Stealth [roll0], and if amidst the entering there happens to be advantage [helped by everyone else in the party?], it's the best of the last and [roll1].

 

[Steve Gorak]

Qarbo, still with a smirk on his face, addresses the rest of the party, "And what of the rest of you? Have you found your sins heavy? Do you find your needs many?"

Thaliss needs to clear his throat to speak. When he does, the first syllables are off-tone, cause by his exclusive use of telepathy with his companions. "Sins to one may not be considered sins to anonther..." He says, almost to himself but indeed to answer the priest, as he moves inspecting the room as he moves to Z17.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent completed most of the circuit he walked around the room, ending up for the moment in S10. As he walked, he looked at the natural stone pillars, the walls, and the door. When he stopped, he had a better look at the priest and the bronze lever. What an oddment to have in a temple, Dent mused, wondering if sacrifices were made on the altar and the lever served as a trap door depository for bodies. Intriguing. The altar and its runes were interesting, but Dent only had eyes for the priest and the lever.

 

[Creamsteak]

He moved nearer to the altar and tried to peek down the stairs.

The floor of this large chamber consists of loose red earth. A column of natural stone stands near the middle of the room.

[sblock=Damien]You hear a strange breathing and an occasional growling down below.[/sblock]

 

[hafrogman]

Qarbo, still with a smirk on his face, addresses the rest of the party, "And what of the rest of you? Have you found your sins heavy? Do you find your needs many?"

Tolan stares down Qarbo.

"No more weight than I can bear."

 

[Shayuri]

Aridha goes to the altar and runs her hand absently over its surface, peering more closely at the scrubbed-out runes.

Out of the corner of her eye she watched the priest at the lever too. A thorn whip could yank him away from that if things started going bad.

 

[Creamsteak]

Out of the corner of her eye she watched the priest at the lever too. A thorn whip could yank him away from that if things started going bad.

[sblock=Aridha]The old symbols, the ones scratched off the alter, are dwarven symbols of Moradin.[/sblock]

 

[Creamsteak]

Qarbo seems to be getting impatient. His eyes glance all over the room. After a moment Hazwald returns with nobody in tow. "That... I... don't..."

Qarbo looks at him and then slaps himself in the forehead. "Wow. Right. Right."

Qarbo addresses the party again, "Sorry, your quarry is on the other side of the complex. This may take some time..."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent heard but ignored Qarbo, and focused on the priest who had a hand on the bronze lever. Black eyes took in the priest's demeanor. He looked particularly for a holy symbol. "What's the lever do?" Dent tested the priest for an answer, and for the priest's level of unease.