FitzTheRuke
Legend
Taking the copper piece first, they placed the coin in the slot of the copper-topped pillar. The gargoyle there shifted, twisting its body into a low bow - nearly head-down on the top of the pillar, where it remained still.
D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly
- Thread starter FitzTheRuke
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Rolled 1 on d4, no platinum
Prickly Pear
Adventurer
Look, Chrysagon pointed, the gargoyle bowed his head. Amazing! It's like it accepted the coin as a tribute. I think it will be safe to put a gold and a silver coin into the other slots.
He scratched his head a bit, unsure what to do with the platinum slot. Maybe we can insert gold coins until the gargoyle is happy? What do you think?
He scratched his head a bit, unsure what to do with the platinum slot. Maybe we can insert gold coins until the gargoyle is happy? What do you think?
FitzTheRuke
Legend
They worked their way through the gargoyles, dropping a silver, and then a gold coin into the slot on the respective pillar. Each gargoyle shifted and bowed in turn. Then, they arrived at the platinum gargoyle. Pooling together various coins that added up to the value of a platinum piece, they began depositing them in the pillar's slot. The gargoyle shifted, appearing at first to grow angry as they deposited the wrong coins. But as they neared the last coin that would total to platinum, it began to relax. When they finished, it nodded its head slowly and then crouched into a bow.
With all four gargoyles pleased, they were able to safely leave the room, heading down the long hallway to the east. Chipped and worn painted murals on the walls showed faceless humanoid figures doubled over in pain, clutching at their heads and ears. At the end of the hallway was another of the familiar devil-faces. Six feet tall and carved from a greenish stone. It's eyes looked to the right, while on its left the hallway veered southward and went up a vast staircase into darkness.
A sound came from the wide-gaping mouth of the devil face, squeaking in a high-pitched voice, which Qawasha translated from Chultan, "I wouldn't go that way! In fact, I wouldn't go any which way. Far better to find a place to hide!"
With all four gargoyles pleased, they were able to safely leave the room, heading down the long hallway to the east. Chipped and worn painted murals on the walls showed faceless humanoid figures doubled over in pain, clutching at their heads and ears. At the end of the hallway was another of the familiar devil-faces. Six feet tall and carved from a greenish stone. It's eyes looked to the right, while on its left the hallway veered southward and went up a vast staircase into darkness.
A sound came from the wide-gaping mouth of the devil face, squeaking in a high-pitched voice, which Qawasha translated from Chultan, "I wouldn't go that way! In fact, I wouldn't go any which way. Far better to find a place to hide!"
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Sure enough, Myrral poked around the northern wall until he found a twisted face that was part of the painting. His clawed hands pushed into the face's eyes, and they clicked. There was a soft rumbling as the wall rolled to one side, and a wave of hot air billowed out of a small square room decorated in mosaics depicting erupting volcanoes with lava and ash raining down of unsuspecting towns with townsfolk cowering in terror or fruitlessly running for their lives.
Across the room, a blackened skeleton was imbedded from the waist-down in the far wall . In one arm, it held aloft a burning torch, which cast a fiery light that caught on the shades of orange of the mosaic stones that depicted the lava, making them appear by natural illusion to be flowing downward.
Across the room, a blackened skeleton was imbedded from the waist-down in the far wall . In one arm, it held aloft a burning torch, which cast a fiery light that caught on the shades of orange of the mosaic stones that depicted the lava, making them appear by natural illusion to be flowing downward.
"Good work, cat!" Ussal praises tabaxi before realizing he is not with yuan-ti "Apologies, Myrral. Habit."
He looks into the room, checking for other exits from the room
"What sssay you, iss that torch a lever or ssssomething that needssss taking?"
He slithers forward, checking for traps on the floor, but not really going into inch-by-inch study.
He looks into the room, checking for other exits from the room
"What sssay you, iss that torch a lever or ssssomething that needssss taking?"
He slithers forward, checking for traps on the floor, but not really going into inch-by-inch study.
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
The floor was as tiled as the mosaics of the walls, with orange rock lava-flows and top-down burning buildings (and the occasional image of a burning person or a blackened corpse). Sliding slowly over it, Ussal felt that there were trough-like grooves hidden within the patterns, likely for a liquid to flow or drain through the room.
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Inspired investigation: 1d20+7+4 = [1]+7+4 = 12 NAT 1 Doom and gloom.
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