D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly

[gargoyleking]

"Save your magic for an emergency. For now, let me tend these wounds."

Harb breaks out his healer's kit and looks pointedly at Miss Imogen and her kerchief bandage.

Spoiler: ooc

Everyone who needs it can roll 1d6+9 healing.

Healer's Kit: 1d6+9 10 (for harb now at 28/33 hp.)

 

[Kobold Stew]

"I'll be fine," she says to Harb. "Help the others, and I'll check with you later."

 

[Neurotic]

OOC: No short rest? Can Harb heal tabaxi?

 

[Prickly Pear]

Chrysagon looked around the room and stopped at the pedestal in the middle. There was a little curious cube sitting on top of it. I wonder what this is?, he mused aloud as he reached out to grab it but then thought better of it and stopped with his hand still outstretched. Ok... do you think it is safe to touch the cube?, he said and started to carefully examine the pedestal. What did Qawasha say about the text outside the shrine? Something about the serpent hides secrets in the truth, or? Chrysagon didn't always pay attention when someone was talking and this was one of those times. I don't want to set off another trap.
Without waiting for an answer and satisfied that it there was no immediate danger, Chrysagon picked up the cube from the pedestal.

Spoiler: OOC

Investigation/Perception check when inspecting pedestal and cube: 1D20+0 = [8]+0 = 8
I don't think Chrysagon discovers anything unusual about the pedestal or cube.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

As the others made to bandage wounds, collect arrows, and breathe easy, Chrysagon stepped over to the central pedestal. The mosaic shifted on the floor to show that the serpent had lost its grip on the ape, and the ape was escaping off of the right side of the mosaic.

Chrysagon reached out and picked up the stone cube. It was lighter than he expected - a carved block of vulcanic rock with the shape of a serpent in it.

 

[Neurotic]

Myrral takes to meditating while others heal and bandage. His xsilophone creates soothing counterpoint to echoing voices and movement sounds.

Spoiler: Short rest and bandage

1 HD of short rest; Harbs healing: 1d8+2+1d6=[8]+2+[4]=14; 1d6+9=[5]+9=14 - full HP
If there is not enough time for short rest, Myrral is at 29/34
Brapp and Grrol should be full by Harbs healing.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

While the Sticks rested, the crew of the Little Star came to see how things stood. They brought some planks (extra planks had been salvaged from the wreck of the Star Goddess, including a huge amount of rope) and covered the pits, and they began work on tying together a rope-bridge that they would eventually sling across the narrowest gap to bridge the pillar to Omu proper.

Captain Bravewing, after surveying the shrine nodded and said, "We could make this structure into a secure place from which you can venture forth to explore the city. We can raise the Little Star up and down each morning and have Ra-nas work on making you a map."

Weed had come out of the right-hand secret door and showed Chrysagon that it had also found a stone cube. This cube looked exactly like the one that the Paladin held (though perhaps was an ounce or two lighter).

 

[gargoyleking]

Harb took the cubes and examined them. They had seemed significant to him on sight and he'd merely been attempting to get to one when the mummies attacked. Now he wasn't sure if they would still serve a purpose or not. But he spent some time searching the temple looking for something to connect with the cubes.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

In the room that was behind the hallway's arrow loops on the western side (accessed by a hidden door behind the mummified archer that the Tabaxi had killed in a net), Harb discovered a third cube, on the floor. It appeared that it had once been held in the jaw of a serpent statue there, a duplicate of the one in the eastern room (where Weed had found the other cube). This statue had fallen to decay and its head was crumbled on the floor at the base of the statue. The cube had scattered across the floor at some long-ago point when the jaw had crumbled.

Harb judged it to be an ounce or two heavier than the others, though it otherwise appeared identical to them.

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Are they a key?" asks Miss Imogen. "Or do they stack on each other somehow? Perhaps the mosaic floor is missing some tesserae." She checks where she can, her hand running over the surface of any statues and along the tesselated floor as she does so.