Round 6
Seka takes a 5ft step back from the remaining enemy, and loading a new bullet into her sling, fires at the Unhallowed Zombie.
but the sling bullet goes wide and misses her target.
Ikkit swings his mace at the head of the undead abomination.
Targan will keep swinging, inspired by his sense of survival.
Ikkit and Targan, however Ikkit's blow simply squishes into the Zombie doing little, whereas Targan's Axe slices through the Zombie.
Ikkit stops for a second and catches his breath. "Nice blow," he compliments Targen.
Still panting slightly he moves and begins to rifle through the undead's possessions, "Lets search the bodies of these abominations and then take a look at the bridge they were guarding."
Targan grins at Ikkit. "Nice of you to get them fired up first."
Watching ikkit check the bodies. "Anything interesting?"
Targan is looking around in case we've drawn anymore attention.
"Can't imagine these things would have anything valuable on them."
"Well done, Targan. The Unhallowed one would not go down easy."
Seka examines any wounds suffered by her companion/s during the fight with the zombies and tries to steam any blood flow etc so they may continue on hale.
First she casts Guidance on herself, calling upon Gozreh's favour.
Ikkit you search the bodies finding nothing but nastiness, rot, and guts. Seka meanwhile patches up those hit and prevents people from getting infections and such.
how do we proceed? in through the front door or do we look around the area?
"Lets look around a bit before we charge in there," Ikkit suggests to his companions.
Targan nods in agreement. "Aye, don't want any of these things coming up behind us when we're busy."
Seka nods in agreement with Ikkit and Targan and casting Guidance upon herself keenly looks over the area, old stone bridge and castle ruins searching for signs of trouble, threat, traps, something noteworthy.
" I'll just be here if anyone needs to crack any heads." zheng wheezes
"You alright there boyo?" Targan asks Zheng, "You look a bit battered. Mind you I'm feeling the same way meself."
Seka meanwhile patches up those hit and prevents people from getting infections and such.
"I'll look over here," Ikkit informs his companions.
While searching along the castle walls under a bit of rubble you find a wooden doors, opening them you find stone hewn stairs leading downward. you can only assume that it is an outside entrance to part of the castle cellar.
Seka quietly points out the stone-hewn stairs leading down to the castle cellar to her companions. "A possible way inside."
" ughhhhh maybe? " zheng sounds winded. " I can probably take another hit."
Ikkit nods his head approvingly at Seka's discovery, "Might be best if we hide and rest in the passage that you found. I don't think the undead have found it yet."
"Hiding is always a good idea." Zheng mumbles and begins to stumble in the general direction pointed out by Seka
Watching, and listening to, the still-wheezing fighter, Seka moved back and laid her hand on his shoulder, casting her healing spell in quiet Celestial.
"There is no harm in finding a secure place to rest and spend the night," the druidess replied quietly.
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Zheng's breathing grows more rapid and steady and the wounds begin to close. He looks over to Targan and his wounds.
" Setting up camp would be a good idea. "
Once her healing spell was complete and the fighter was almost completely hale, she watched him for a moment and when no gratitude was levied her way for her service, she simply moved back to the discovered cellar.
With the cellar doors open, Seka stood at the top of the stone hewn stairs and peered down into the darkness, using her darkvision to determine if it was safe enough to move the party inside.
She quietly called over to Targan, "Are you able to see any traps?"
Targan nods. "Good thinking."
Checking for traps.
you peer down a long dark corridor, and odd tingling feeling emanates out as soon as you open the doors, a cold chill ebbs down your spine. you see no traps only a long empty staircase downward. The walls though old are still in tact, old unlit torches line the walls. the stairs themselves have shatter glass and wine bottles over them
Do we set up camp or venture downward?
I think we decided to camp.
In lowered voice, Seka pronounced, "I felt an odd sensation; a cold chill down my spine when I peered into its dark corridor. Let us enter and inspect the cellar on the morrow unless we enter through the front door. Be mindful as there is shattered glass and wine bottles littered on the cellar stairs."
Seka closed the wooden doors of the cellar for now, placed a sturdy branch (or whatever she can find close by) across the boards to secure it shut and then moved back, looking for a good and protected place to set up camp for the night.
" I suppose we'll be keeping an eye on that door during our individual watches." Zheng comments as he spreads out his bedroll.
"Sounds like a plan,"Ikkit agrees. Not feeling tired he adds,"I'll take first watch.
"We will keep a eye on every place we can," the druidess quietly answered the fighter as she prepared the camp.
To the group, she simply and quietly announced, "I will take the watch after Ikkit to give Jokulmorder and Targan a chance to rest now."
She cast her eyes about the area just to be sure there was no threat lurking nearby.
If the camp site appeared safe from threat, Seka would approach Targan.
"Allow me to give you some healing for those wounds before you sleep." She lay her hand upon his arm and began to speak soft Celestial words.
All the Dwarf's gaping wounds healed whole and clean.
"There, you should feel better now."
Before lying dying down to sleep, Seka sat down on the grass near to the others and began to meditate, preparing her spells for the day ahead. When she was done, she found a place on the ground and covered herself with her blanket; leaving her leather armour on and her weapons within reach.
"Ah. Thank you Seka." Targan stretches his formerly wounded body with a happy grunt.
He gives his armor and weapons a check and clean before having his rest.
the terrible night passes with creepy silence, as it get's darker a purple light shines from behind the door fading as the nights passes. The sun comes up eventually ,the area silent still. no birds chirping nor animals making noise.
Zheng gets up early to complete his part of the watch, patting the places on his body where the wounds once were.
" Wow magic healing sure does work like a charm."
Ikkit spends most of his watch in silence, contemplating the creepy purple light, and concludes, Whatever it is it can't be good.
He awakens the next dawn ready to go hoping he lives to see another sunrise. Hefting his light mace he looks to the others, "Let's get on with it then.
Seka woke, stood and stretched. Making some quick ablutions, she folded her blanket and placed it inside her pack and then looked to the other companions, those already awake and those waking and rising beside her. When she spoke, her words were low as to not be overheard if something indeed dwelt inside the cellar.
"The purple light coming from the cellar last night is troublesome. Will we try to enter through the cellar or move around the castle ruin and through the front entrance?"
Targan thinks it over. "I'm for using the cellar. If no ones found it yet it could give the benefit of surprise."
"Agreed, I think the cellar give us an advantage," Ikkkit says as he gathers up his gear. He takes out some hard cheese out of his pack and begins to nibble on it his little whiskers twitching in delight..
Targan checks the door for traps.
Since her companions agreed on entering the cellar, Seka moved to stand beside Targan and looked over the secured cellar door; following Targan's lead and seeing if the door had any traps placed on it since the night before when they had opened the doors without issue.