"That was one of the most chaotic things I have ever seen!"

Evan will of course help Myra up.

"You ok ?"

Myra grumbles as she picks stuff up, sneaking evil glances toward where the dwarf vanished.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she says. "Just a bit shaken, but thankfully not stirred."

17:57, Today: Evan rolled 4 using 2d4 with rolls of 3,1.  Searching the area for things the dwarve might have missed. –

Evan searches around the area.

(--On a roll of 3, you find a little loot, or maybe just one Minor Item.)

In a sack, in a doorway, you find a little box with three small glass corked bottles of powdered stuff. Harran takes a look... uncorks a bottle... sniffs carefully... And, surprisingly, hands the bottle and box to Utuzi. "Is this what I think it is?"

Utuzi holds the uncorked bottle up to his face... and does a happy little stamp of his leg. "Yes. Spices. For cooking meat. Among my people, quite valuable."

"Not bad to sell to humans, either-- in the ancient past, or what I call the present, either way."

(Added Yummy Scorpion-Folk Spices to Loot list-- 1 Loot)
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The party sets forth again...

At the next intersection, a winged brass lion swoops down from the sky. "Who approacheth the temple of the sun?! You are not amongst the elected! Begone, or face my wrath!"

(He does look like he's already a bit damaged, though-- a piece of brass armor is missing from his left side, and from the right side of his head/mane, and from his right rear leg. You can see gears and cogs and things turning furiously inside...)

"What?" Myra says crossly, crossing her arms as she stared down the lion. "Are you so damaged that you cannot see for yourself that we are supposed to be here? Why do you think we have this stupid disguises on?! Belit has come through already, hasn't she?" As she tugs as the robes to draw attention to them, they pull out of arrangement, looking very odd.

"Oh great!" she says, further irritated. "Now look what you've made me do! It'll be on your head if this all goes wrong!"

She looks at the lion as if she expects him to immediately get out of the group's way so that they could get on with their very important business... then after a moment or two, she huffs out a sigh of exasperation. "Harran, explain the situation -- in small words that he can understand."

OOC: Assuming that Harran backs her up with something that sounds plausible... Rolling Fellowship, Bardic Knowledge (to put on airs of authority properly, based on what she's observed so far), Insightful, Lucky, and Disguise: ewww! Ok, stressing her disguise (and ruining it?) as well as Fellowship (she really did kind of put Harran on the spot....) for 2 hits.
15:46, Today: Myra rolled 15 using 5d6 ((3,1,3,4,4)).

(Since you're stressing an asset, it's a success.

And yes it's perfectly fine to tag Harran for a non-combat, not-exactly-physical-type roll.)

"We are part of a mission to take out two of your enemies at once, by setting them against each other. It is very important that you let us pass, so that we can finish tricking your enemies into destroying each other," Harran tells the brass lion.

The brass lion opens its mouth and steam escapes... not as an attack... it's just thinking hard. "...All right. But I better see lots of dead enemies of Laresh by dusk." More steam (well, a little more). "...I need more water." The lion flaps away.

"Whew! Turns out he's still loyal to Laresh, the sun god, after all. Probably hoping we'll help destroy Belit. Well, this is sort of our plan..." says Harran...

(Pausing for possible reaction posts...)

"Well that went better than I thought it would. Good work guys !"

Evan smiles and relaxes from the tense stance he had been in.

Myra keeps her scowl on until the lion is out of sight, then sags against the door.

"Whew, that was close," she says, and nods at both Harran and Evan. "Glad that worked." She struggles a bit with her disguise, but then shrugs. "Probably not really worth trying to fix it -- let's hurry!" Pointing, she leads the way into the building.

Nods and jogs along wanting to get to the building and off the streets.

TRAP!

A pit opens, and all four of you fall...

(I was NOT suggesting that you were almost to the temple of the sun! I've got more minibosses to throw at you first!

So in the meantime-- anyone got any magic to help slow your fall before you hit bottom?

Roll for it!)

As the pit opened, Myra's reflexes react automatically, and she grabs hold of the nearest person's hand as she kicks off the edge of the pit.

"Ride the wall down!" she yells, and pushes whoever she grabbed toward the nearest wall as she aims herself at the wall on the far side.

OOC: Fellowship, Lore(Traps), Attribute(Agile), and Magic(Lucky): 2 hits
12:16, Today: Myra rolled 17 using 4d6 ((6,2,5,4)).

After the first 20 or 30 feet, the pit walls start to angle, turning into a steep slide. Myra's quick thinking and commands help everyone manage to come to a stop just before they crash into stone spikes.

Of course, the spikes have also been broken off, so no one would have actually gotten impaled, but it would have really hurt.

You're now pretty deep under the city... two torches on the walls show that this is... it looks a bit like an empty wine cellar, actually. Most of the shelves are in splinters, but one is intact... there are no intact bottles, but yeah, this was for holding wine bottles, or things like them (holy water? Nah, probably wine.) Maybe it was for something else before that (torture chamber? other?), but at some point this was a wine cellar.

There are two doors out of this area-- one north, one south...

"Wow, thanks Myra that was quick thinking."

Evan took out his oil lamp and lit it up to help light the way in this underground chamber.
"Hmmmm wine ? Too bad we can't find any."

Myra looks around as the oil lap adds its light to the torches.

"I'm just glad we're all ok. Which direction were we going, again?" She tries to get her bearings, to try to figure out the way to the temple.

She then begins poking around a bit, looking for anything useful or interesting in the dank cellar that they've dropped into.

Lowers the oil lamp to help Myra look below the wine racks and other low places.

You find one intact bottle of wine. Myra notes that runes have been gently scratched into the glass to make it unbreakable... and mmmmmaybe to keep it from accidentally turning to vinegar or whatever, too.

Looks like it's never been opened so far...

"Alright that has got to be worth something, when we get back to civilization. So which way do you think we should go ?"

Myra points in the direction she guesses that they'd been traveling on the streets above.

Nods and heads off in that direction.

"Alright sounds good."

Keeps alert to things holding the lamp higher at this point.

Evan opens the northern door.

The party comes upon a woman, walking slowly and cautiously across this next room from east to west. She wears a long, dark blue dress and matching slippers, and a gold necklace and a sort of gold tiara thing.

She's startled as heck when Evan opens the door, and she quickly tries to size up if these four new arrivals will be hostile or what.

Evan notes where the woman stepped since it looked deliberate.

"Hello Miss." He gives a warm smile.

She's slightly (pleasantly) surprised. "Um... who are you folk...?"

"We just dropped in," Myra can't help but interjected, but then she looks back at Evan to continue the conversation. She looks around this new room with interest.

"Um... So ah... do you know the way out...?"

(Sorry, my fault. It's just a sort of empty hallway, with cobblestone floors and walls and ceiling. There's your door, here in the middle, and another west and east. The woman is facing west, like she just came in here through the east door.)