Either regain control of my body, or try to borrow Korvash's. If I gain access to an arm or two, do my best to recreate the map.
you lose the ability to communicate, again. And your efforts to recreate the map, even for yourself, fail. You vaguely remember that head dissolving into a puddle though. What a waste of perfectly good food. And you are pretty far away from all the corpses, so borrowing any of them will have to wait. Don't worry, someone is sure to become a corpse before long, the way these things go.
"Figure out what the trap is. Ain't safe to have one around without knowing what it is. And Clunkers, you can stop hearts, right?"
Keep an eye out.
You do your best to see around corners, through walls, back the way you came, and ahead into the public areas all at once. your head starts to ache and your eyes cross wit the effort.
"reply: This one theoretically is able to do so, yes."
Have the bees be my eyes in the sky, circling overhead to alert me of any incoming police.
Use robot computing to figure out what that magical trap is about
It could be anything. It's out of sight, and you have no connection to it beyond what Ebony has described to you. It could be a time bomb, or a proximity weapon, just waiting for you to get the idol to a certain range before detonating and killing you all in a horrific orgy of tentacles, eyeballs, and action hero one liners.
your bees are up. it's a little tricky for them to spot particular entities while retaining sufficient coverage. Looks like no one is coming immediately though.
"I can deal with it unless my magic decides to fizzle."
Disarm Mundane Trap on the lock
You cast this, and for a moment, nothing happens. Then the lock falls to pieces. And then the gate falls outward with a loud clang. Behind you, one of the doors opposite the temple does the same. You step out calmly and return the looks of the locals with cool indifference. "The apocalypse is coming. The constables are at the temple now. They will be evacuating the people. Get there now. take your children." Eyes go wide, but no one moves. "What are you waiting for? NOW!" a couple of people start to move about, and it's as if a dam breaks, and suddenly, everyone is running, either inside, or off toward the guards, or elsewhere at a dead run. Apparently apocalypses are big news in this neck of the woods. the street clears of people surprisingly quickly.