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Seeing the lizards begin to go down, and badly injure her friends, Krsyta quickly moved up behind, and to one side, of Elisai before snapping her neck forward so her jaws could reach the lizard. She was angry at this thing that would hurt a part of her horde and wanted it dead!
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Krysta puts down the final lizard with her ferocious bite, ripping the hind quarters clear off the back of the beast. The blood back end flops to the ground before her about the same time as the front portion falls to the ground before Elisai. The battle is over.
Will post when back from work. Elisai is just pausing for dramatic effect so we can hear th last gasp heart wrenching soundtrack before the heroic save.
Seeing Yavenee go down, Ragnhildr swears viciously as she rushes by the woman's side and tries to save her life. She pulls a potion from her pack and forces it down her throat.
Yavenee's body spasms as her heart begins beating again, her eyes flying open as she sits up with a jolt, coughing. After a bit the fog of impending death clears. "Thank you." she says to Ragnhildr gratefully.
"Dunno why you are. I almost got us all killed," she says as she sits down next to Yavenee. The young ulfen is in pretty rough shape and her movements are stiff with pain.
Elisai hesitates for a moment. "I can heal all of us if you like, I'm not as good a healer as our previous healer, but I could still tend to all of our wounds if required."
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Delendir moves towards Yavenee hanging his sword back into his belt. The ranger kneels next to the witch and checks the burns produced by the electrical blasts of the small beasts.
"It takes more than a spark to land a Screaming Hawk" he says while trying to help her stand up. The half-elf looks for something on its backpack "Grace left something" and hands a wand of cure light wounds with 12 charges and a wand of cure light wounds with 40 to Elisai "Will that be of any help?".
"What's the next route Jakadros? Straight east or south now?"
Groaning slightly, Yavenee smiles as her fellow clan member helps her up. Looking at the wands he holds, the witch identifies the life energy flowing through them. "I can manipulate the healing energies within them."
Taking the wands, Yavenee invokes their magic, healing the worst of their wounds.
"Thank You, Miss Yavenee." Sunday says as the Witch heals him, though he does lean away slightly on reflex when she points the wand at him.
While Yavenee is healing the party, Delendir and Krysta investigate the various crates stacked in the corner of the room. Apart from a fair supply of mundane weapons (including two dozen longswords, shortswords, daggers and longbows), one of the crates contains an oilcloth wrapped around six +2 shocking burst arrows.
Pressing onward the path splits in two. Two the north a deep ravine stretches across this cavern, splitting the room in half. Geodes and veins of glittering minerals shimmer along the walls of the chasm, which drops away into the dark. A ten-foot-wide wooden bridge spans the gulf.
To the east a short corridor windows down, sloping into a deeper underground passageway.
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Delendir stores the shocking arrows into his quiver unless someone else is interested.
The ranger then checks the safety of the bridge with the help of Krysta.
"The bridge is certainly safe without doubt" asserts the ranger with total confidence in his arts "We must take this route as the safest one to the inner fortress area unless Jakadross knows a better way"
Unless he is opposed by someone in the party Delendir crosses the bridge the first one to show how sure he is about the safety of the structure "We just need to take care on crossing one at a time"
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Delendir's confidence is tested as he begins to make his way across the bridge. Groaning under his weight the bridge protests loudly with creaking and popping, but it does not give way. Once he makes it to the other side without harm it further reinforces that the bridge is perfectly safe!
Unable to resist looking down as they crossed Sunday stops when a glimmer catches his eye. "Hey, one of your friends is down there. I think they have something." he says while crouching on the bridge.
Delendir looks at the bottom of the pit "Oh, you are right. How did I miss that before?"
"Such a pity Ghina is not here. She could fly down and bring it back" the ranger scratches his beard thoughtful "Does anyone have a rope to go down and have that checked?"
Delendir offers himself to make the descend.
Preparing to climb down since he was not carrying rope, Ragnhildr offers up hers to help lower the ranger into the ravine. Reaching the bottom he discovers the skeleton of an unlucky halfling thief lies at the bottom of the ravine. His pack contains a broken flask, some prospecting tools, and a pouch with two large garnets. The best find however is a trusty +1 mithral short sword that is still sheathed at his side.
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Krysta simply flew across the chasm rather than use the bridge. It made little sense to do otherwise and landed just as Delendir spoke up about something below and not having Ghina to fly down and get it. She rolled her eyes and grumbled as she said, "I take it you want me to go get it Delendir?" With that she lifted off and swooped down to where the apparent body was and called up, "i guess he was right wasn't he?" She was careful about approaching, just in case it seemed like the body wasn't entirely dead. Once satisfied that it wasn't likely to leap up and attack her she came down close enough to retrieve whatever Delendir saw, or the body as a whole.
Yavenee carefully makes her way across the bridge.
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Once everyone crosses the bridge and has scavenged whatever gear they would like from the body, they continue on to the north. The tunnel splits ahead again. On the right side of the tunnel is likely the "Secret entrance" out of the cavern. Several markings and lines indicate that pushing on a certain section of stone will cause it to slide forward.
While the party is examining the secret exit a noise off to the west catches their attention. Peering into the room ahead they catch sight of the walls of a fairly dry cavern that contain twenty seven-foot-wide, two-foot-high niches, in each of which rests the ancient body of a long-dead humanoid. The skeletons bear ceremonial armor and weapons. Two of the bodies have been pulled from their niche and lie in a jumble on the ground.
Yavenee looks closely at the entombment site, paying close attention to the disturbed pair of bodies.
Sunday peers into the room, curious if any of the corpses would stand after being disturbed as they were.
Delendir steps back in amazement as Krysta flies down the crevice and with a fast move comes back the same way flying "That was amazing Krysta. How is it to feel flying?"
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Noticing his injuries as the group crosses the secret door, Delendir takes some old potions and drinks them. He looks at the first one the group took from Tsuto "Ah miserable thing that half-elf..."
He then drinks one taken from Caizarlu "Strange that one... such a madness back that time"
Letting the backpack be, he then approaches to the skeletons and checks them.
"Don't think it will answer you Daud? If it ever understands. For Erastil's sake, what language is that? " the rangers ponders the case for a second "They are probably niches for the old Black brothers. I would not risk it inside without proper invitation. I say we better take the route to the left"
"The language of the dead and those who deal with them." Sunday responds before adding "What were you babbling about earlier?"
The two forms on the floor shift and begin to move in response to the presence of the party. A voice seems to drift from one of them, though it's difficult to determine which.
The form on the right is a translucent, ghostly figure that rises from the body and fades into view from the damp mist, its face distorted by wrath into a hideous mask.
A spectre looks much as it did in life and can be easily recognized by those who knew the individual or have seen the individual's face in paintings or drawings. Spectres retain a strong sense of identity, and even ancient, insane spectres generally remain coherent. Evil historians and necromancers often try to ally with spectres for the knowledge they held in life and retain in undeath.
The body on the left pushes to its feet, releasing a terrible and horrible odor that is difficult to forget. Many of you faced terrible creatures called ghasts in Foxglove manor, and the distinct odor of this creature quickly reminds of you of what you saw there.
The translucent creature surges forward like a gust of wind and flies into Sunday, surging through his body with one of its hands and claws and ripping something from Sunday's body with a quick jerky motion.
Elisai reacts immediately, assuming that the creature is some sort of undead creature. She flashes once, eyes turning pure white as she unleashes a blast of pure light at the ghostly thing.
Elisai's blast slams into the ghostly creature and tears holes into multiple pieces of its body.
With the sudden movement of the bodies, and a need to get to the room to help quickly, Krysta went straight forward and burrowed right through the wall before her. She got to where she could see in and spotted where the other corpse thing was, drew in a deep breath with her head sticking out of the wall, and sent a vibrating roar out, the sound slamming into the undead thing.
"A spectre..... and undead hate fulled spirit, sunlight harms their kind!" Yavenee calls out to her companions. Uttering a mystic chant, the witch sends a pulse of altered time washing over her companions, accelerating their actions.
The undead thing resists some of the sonic damage from the crystal dragon, but still was visibly damaged in the assault. Apparently not interested in attacking a dragon embedded in rock, the undead creatures moves south and attempts to bite and slash at Sunday. Only one claw of the three attacks hits Sunday
"What the heck is that?!" shouts Delendir alarmed when one of them touches Daud. The half-elf raises his magical sword with both hands, and stepping to the side for letting others engage, he draws down the sword over the translucent one.
"This is no good! We are friends of the Black Arrows, we are not supposed to fight their dead ones!"
Both of Delendir's strike seem to damage the ghostly figure as it reacts negatively to the attack, but it still stands. Or flies. Or whatever dead, translucent figures do.
As Delendir closes in on the figure he attacks, he takes note that a terrible stench has arisen nearby from the direction of the other undead figure who just closed in and attack Daud.
Delendir makes his best to try profit Yavanee's magics with an extra slash of his sword.