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Time: ???
Day: ???
Weather: ???
Tomb Conditions: Stifling, cooler than outside, dusty air, no breeze, broken uneven stairs and walkways
Those Involved: @TheEccentric @The Last Curse @Elvario @Ur Degaton @slifer @Skyhunter @Nero Kunivas
TooLongDidn'tRead: Party has made their way to the climax of the story. Time to see who posts and who dies.
Note From The Author: (this rp has run its course. time to finish it up.)
Post Listening:
Heart of the Tomb
Several hours and a few struggles later, what remained of the treasure seeking crew had reached the heart of the tomb. On their way, they had rested and stocked up on supplies that had previously belonged to Collian researchers. They also discovered what was truly infesting this tomb and regularly getting in their way. Sedamon females.
The monsters described by the collians were actually Sedamon Females corrupted by eldritch magic native to the isles. It had fused their armor to their bodies in addition to causing other body abnormalities. They had the privelege to fight a couple of these "Monsters" first hand to recognize how out of their depth they truly were. Sedamons females were already stronger or as strong as most other races and they were fast as well. Coated in armor to make them resilient to most attacks on top of a mindless, drone-like obedience to some unknown force, they were all the more dangerous and unreasonable.
Fortunately, they had found a few holes in the temple that led to the outside for air. They were small and fragile. Only those the size of Collians could squeeze through them and tampering to make them wider had collapsed a few. They, at the very least, now had a means to rescue the remaining Collians that lived with their own rescue in the works.
(Entering from a stairway to the south that ended on the lowest floor)
The pressure in the air at this level was nearly unbearable. The malevolent energy was palpable. Ahead of the party was a massive chamber illuminated by blue flames. A central set of stairs led up to the highest level in the lower level. Dark figures and ominously, shifting shadows gave away the presence of many corrupted Sedamons in the central chamber. The wings to the left and right of the party were noteably less occupied.
What remained of the captured Collians were also immediately visible. The left and the right, along the walls in circular alcoves, were the birdmen restrained and unconscious. Glowing runes pulsed over each alcove and in each chamber. To those more in the know and based on research performed by the collians and the hands on study within the tomb, it appeared as though the corrupted Sedamons were about to perform an arcane magic ritual. It's purpose was unclear, but it seemed to be related to the giants depicted in the hieroglyphics of the tomb.
Those more versed in the Arcane would get an idea. Clearly whatever the sedamons were cooking up, if it was the sedamons at all, it was not good. Taking the collians away would clearly disrupt the ritual. A bit of magic would be required, but it would allow for them to carefully disrupt what was binding the Collians and free them from their spots. However, as the ritual, which they had little time left to stop, was disrupted, the Sedamons would surely descend upon them in overwhelming numbers.
Most would recognize the final floor of the tomb as being similarly constructed and likely just as prone to collapse as the rest of the tomb. A pitched battle here could be catastrophic for everyone involved. But Some may see opportunity in organized demolition.
Another caveat to the plans forming in the party's mind was what was up ahead on a central, raised platform. A massive sarcophogus stood with ethereal energy tendrilling up from the stone box as well as flowing into it along the lines and symbols of blue carved into the floor and walls. Whatever was inside was massive enough to dwarf the Sedamons and Sylvans. The corrupted Sedamons mindlessly looked to the stone box in unison, their metal faces expressionless and yet expectant like drones awaiting orders from their leader.
Furthest back in the room, a tare in space persisted, fueled by the arcane energies and some old technology. It regularly pictured scenes of desert, dune, and ruin. Likely a portal to the outside and perhaps how the Sedamons found their way in here in the first place.
Their mission, their survival, and the fate of things beyond their knowing were all in the party's hands. The question now was what would they choose? Save the collians, save themselves, save the islands, or perhaps they would find another way.
Day: ???
Weather: ???
Tomb Conditions: Stifling, cooler than outside, dusty air, no breeze, broken uneven stairs and walkways
Those Involved: @TheEccentric @The Last Curse @Elvario @Ur Degaton @slifer @Skyhunter @Nero Kunivas
TooLongDidn'tRead: Party has made their way to the climax of the story. Time to see who posts and who dies.
Note From The Author: (this rp has run its course. time to finish it up.)
Post Listening:
Heart of the Tomb
Several hours and a few struggles later, what remained of the treasure seeking crew had reached the heart of the tomb. On their way, they had rested and stocked up on supplies that had previously belonged to Collian researchers. They also discovered what was truly infesting this tomb and regularly getting in their way. Sedamon females.
The monsters described by the collians were actually Sedamon Females corrupted by eldritch magic native to the isles. It had fused their armor to their bodies in addition to causing other body abnormalities. They had the privelege to fight a couple of these "Monsters" first hand to recognize how out of their depth they truly were. Sedamons females were already stronger or as strong as most other races and they were fast as well. Coated in armor to make them resilient to most attacks on top of a mindless, drone-like obedience to some unknown force, they were all the more dangerous and unreasonable.
Fortunately, they had found a few holes in the temple that led to the outside for air. They were small and fragile. Only those the size of Collians could squeeze through them and tampering to make them wider had collapsed a few. They, at the very least, now had a means to rescue the remaining Collians that lived with their own rescue in the works.
(Entering from a stairway to the south that ended on the lowest floor)
The pressure in the air at this level was nearly unbearable. The malevolent energy was palpable. Ahead of the party was a massive chamber illuminated by blue flames. A central set of stairs led up to the highest level in the lower level. Dark figures and ominously, shifting shadows gave away the presence of many corrupted Sedamons in the central chamber. The wings to the left and right of the party were noteably less occupied.
What remained of the captured Collians were also immediately visible. The left and the right, along the walls in circular alcoves, were the birdmen restrained and unconscious. Glowing runes pulsed over each alcove and in each chamber. To those more in the know and based on research performed by the collians and the hands on study within the tomb, it appeared as though the corrupted Sedamons were about to perform an arcane magic ritual. It's purpose was unclear, but it seemed to be related to the giants depicted in the hieroglyphics of the tomb.
Those more versed in the Arcane would get an idea. Clearly whatever the sedamons were cooking up, if it was the sedamons at all, it was not good. Taking the collians away would clearly disrupt the ritual. A bit of magic would be required, but it would allow for them to carefully disrupt what was binding the Collians and free them from their spots. However, as the ritual, which they had little time left to stop, was disrupted, the Sedamons would surely descend upon them in overwhelming numbers.
Most would recognize the final floor of the tomb as being similarly constructed and likely just as prone to collapse as the rest of the tomb. A pitched battle here could be catastrophic for everyone involved. But Some may see opportunity in organized demolition.
Another caveat to the plans forming in the party's mind was what was up ahead on a central, raised platform. A massive sarcophogus stood with ethereal energy tendrilling up from the stone box as well as flowing into it along the lines and symbols of blue carved into the floor and walls. Whatever was inside was massive enough to dwarf the Sedamons and Sylvans. The corrupted Sedamons mindlessly looked to the stone box in unison, their metal faces expressionless and yet expectant like drones awaiting orders from their leader.
Furthest back in the room, a tare in space persisted, fueled by the arcane energies and some old technology. It regularly pictured scenes of desert, dune, and ruin. Likely a portal to the outside and perhaps how the Sedamons found their way in here in the first place.
Their mission, their survival, and the fate of things beyond their knowing were all in the party's hands. The question now was what would they choose? Save the collians, save themselves, save the islands, or perhaps they would find another way.
