From the journal of Perion de la Foret:
I want revenge.
Screw an hesitation I had about killing the small fry & the idiot. Screw any thoughts of “it’s four of us against dozens or hundreds of them.” They killed one of mine. And now I am going to get revenge.
After dispatching the small group of tieflings in the ziggurat above, the whole party was beginning to wear down, in a defensible position, but we nonetheless decided to press on. We climbed the stairs in the center of the tiny pyramid, into the disturbingly macabre crypts of the temple. The dead, whose bodies were made part of the mortar, were as angry with the tieflings as I; but Arandur and Kildrak together coaxed them into giving them out blessings, as we walked further down the path….
Into a planned, fortified, trap. Our enemies know they are fighing for their lives on their own turf, and they are out for just as much blood as we are. This trap took place in a poorly lit alleyway, with more of those rogues who can hidefrom sight, and six golden, horned statues which launched bolts of raw magic at whoever was in their way. The statues rarely hurt so much as annoyed, but in our damaged state they were enough to command our positions. But no-one was in any mood for a drawn out battle, and the fight was soon won and everyone recovered; though Aradnur had spent his strength for the day.
We debated the best place to rest, where we could be sure nothing would slip past without our notice but we would not be sitting ducks, and decided to slip past once we have disabled these traps and learned how they worked. After a brief foray at smashing them to bits proved fruitless, one of us realized that, in leiu of someone who understood traps disabling the device, a single spell powered all the statues, and with some concentration and sufficient arcane knowledge, we could unweave the spell.
Our new companion, a druid named Eridan, seemed disinterested in fiddling with them, leaving me as the only real source of arcane knowledge. Our vengeful Deva, ever brave, and our dwarf, ever dangerous, both seemed to want to assist; I had to pull rank on the former and shoo him away; while I appreciate bravery, this was a time for caution. He is my sword, if this turned into one more ambush, I would need my sword sharp and ready; he was by far the most exhausted of the group, and I will NOT see another of my companions dead today. The stout and solid Kildrak, though, was far from tired, and frankly able to take the damage from the statue better than I would; so I allowed him to stand by me, letting him swing away with his hammer though I knew my magics would do a faster job.
After this was proven right, we salvaged what of the statues was gold or intricate, and left the temple for our new companion to create a campsite were we could rest until we are ready to finish the assault.