Exit the room and head outside to the cart. Hopefully the others can patch me up again
You go and sit next to the cart and close your eyes. just for a moment ... just a moment is all.
Observe my surroundings.
The room is a wreck. Nothing living remains. Literally, as neither you nor Solam are alive. Oh, except the unconscious chanter in the corner of the balcony. Everything is very still and eerily quiet. a strange calm has settled over the temple. You hear the sound of alarm bells in the distance. They are, judging by the sound, over a mile away, but within the city.
Hey, it looks like people are trying to blow things up. Stay the hell away from that. Load up the loot, if it's safe.
You are completely unaware of the plot to bomb god. Well, I mean, aside from the fact that you came with this group, and knew they had bombs with them, and were part of the plot to kill a temple. But the current specifics are outside of your awareness. You start hauling loot bags out to the cart.
"Huh. Well."
Break out the fiddle for moral support to get Ebony to hit the damn thing with lightning already, geez. NOTE: MAKE SURE I AM OUTSIDE THE BLAST RADIUS.
You play a soothing, electric melody. You stand well away from all the explodey things. You are suddenly aware of how dark it is tonight. Not, like, unnaturally dark just, like, it's late night and even most of the street lamps are out now.
((Does the universe hate Ebony?
The answer is yes, yes it does.))
Once more, shoot the damn things. Seriously, stationary targets, how could you miss with a +1 in ranged ;-;
You kneel, take careful aim, and slowly pull the trigger.
ting
thwiiiip
KrakakaboomkaboomRrrrrrrrrrrrummmmmmmmbllllllleeee
CrashA pretty big hole is blown in the side of the temple. It must have taken out a structural support, because this causes much of the building to collapse. Korvash is woken out of his sleep and bolts upright, screaming. Everyone else staggers a bit from the blast. The rubble slides out, making a treacherous ramp across the courtyard. Something inside the building is burning.
Fiddler rubs his hands together in glee. "Alright, now let's get that idol. Where do you think they put it?"