Re: Into the wastes
"Maybe the poem means that we have to cast multiple types of protections on us?" Aeron offers. He pauses for a moment before continuing. "Is it possible that if only one of us stays to open it and that person is protected from the same types of damage produced from the walls we removed to reach it, then we could survive? We know the first one was cold and the poem mentions being 'fried like rice' which should be fire damage but what would the yellow wall represent? Acid? Sound?..." He asks to himself as much as to his comrades. "Maybe Doc could repeat the spell, as he suggested, to gather some additional information about the wards we need to survive? Or possibly find out what has been trapped within the bottle?" He said hopefully.
"I believe that we need to either take the bottle or open it rather than leave it alone to be found later by possibly less experienced travelers. Since moving it is clearly not practical that leaves us with opening it." He looks around the group for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "If, any only if, we agree as a group to open it then I volunteer to stay behind if there is not another, better suited, choice. Once we have good guess regarding the poem's meaning, we can apply wards to whomever is chosen to open the bottle."
"Of course, if we survive then we have to deal with whatever 'evil' is set free. If only we could determine what that evil is..." Aeronon says, losing hope with each thought. However, he knows the risks and still believes them worth taking in order to avoid leaving such a seemingly dangerous artifact laying around to be discovered.
"You now have my thoughts, for what they are worth." He smiles wanly. "Needless to say, I will follow the will of the group."
[OOC: 15:24, Today: Sir Aeronon Blackgem rolled 25 using 1d20+11. Arcana to unravel the poem's meaning.]