As the group discussed what to do, they had the luxury of doing so in the room with all the statues. It was a luxury because of the sunlight streaming in through one of the top windows- even though it had been less than a day since they had been outside, it seemed like years and the light was a great pick-me-up.
But now it was vanishing- it was sunset. Their first night trapped in this temple. Spirits were high and they were mostly uninjured, so after checking to make sure the room was totally safe and stationing the Tercio and Conquistador at the two doors to keep watch, they slept.
The next day they were woken up by the smell of bacon as the Supplymaster made breakfast. He was in no danger of running out of supplies this early in the journey, so he had no reason to be stingy. As a result, everyone was more than satisfied with their breakfast, and they decided to get back to business.
After much discussion and a good deal less arguments than the day before, they agreed to enter the 'tree room'. Now that they had found two doors leading to the same room, they figured it must be fairly central and they may as well get it out of the way.
As the first light of the sun hit the door leading into the tree room, the Clergyman (who had taken the watch over from the Tercio) gasped as a small patch of dirt near the door suddenly grew roots and sprouted clover in seconds! He stamped on it quickly, though, and it died.
It was the general consensus that Pinman, the Swordsman, should go into the room for his second trial. With him were thomas.berubeg, the Native Shaman, still muttering about ancient curses and whatnot, Tasslehoff, the Native Scout, helpfully translating all of the Shaman's dire curses, and Niklas, the Supplymaster. He seemed a bit taken aback at the prospect of actually entering combat, but he agreed willingly enough.
Unfortunately, the group wasn't as decisive about the loot. Everyone seemed to want the items found on the giant statue for themselves, especially the crown. As such, the crown stayed in limbo, not belonging to anyone. However, Izipo had managed to win himself a small majority with the copper armbands, and he grinned victoriously as he strapped them on.
The combat group must decide what course of action to take as they went into danger yet again.
Sorry about the delayed mid-post, I had to help my father move today.
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