'one down one to go, moving back to the necromancer, checking the body for anything valuable. "Well boys, I believe we have a sorceress left, shall we continue?"
"Make sure he didn't have any magic. Any of you got a spot of healing? Those zombies were a bunch of hard hitters. I'd hate to go limping into a meeting with the sorceress."
"We could probably all use a bit of extra healing first."
"And check if this bastard has not something worth selling!"
He had bastard sword, full plate mail, heavy steel shield, headband, pouch of beans.
'I wonder if any of this is ... duh!'while Naomi begins rifling through the clerics stuff she realizes she can see if any of it is magical. Stopping for a moment to regain her focus, she hums a little of a favorite opera and casts detect magic.
sword, headband and beans
realizing that three of the items glowed with a magical taint, Naomi examines them a little more carefully.
well at least I can tell their magical' getting up from the corpse Naomi holds up the bag of beans and the head band. "I can tell that these are magical, but I can't tell what." kicking the sword where it fell she says "His bastard sword is magical too, but I can't tell anything about it either."
looking at Uthala and Cyric, "Can either of you wear the armor? I know it won't fit either of Hagrym or Ulfgar, not with out sever modification."
Cyric nods, "I can. Who needs some bandaging?"
=35
I have Ulfgard at 16 and Hagrym at 32.
Naomi looks around to see if anyone needs her to use the wand, "If everyone is healed now shall we move on?"
"I could use a wee bit."
Naomi rolls here eyes at Turvijagal, sheathing the rapier she pulls out the wand, "Now stand still!" humming a little She waves the wand, in four four timing to focus her energy and then she cast the wands spell. Watching as Turv's 'scratch' heals she holds up the wand. "Anyone else?"
She then quickly turns the wand on herself,
"Ok are we ready to go now?"
"Here, let me take a look at that headband and those beans. Odd things for a Dog of Orcus to be carrying around.
"Naomi, use that healing stick one time on me and I'm ready to go didn't that sorcerer!"
Naomi smiles and answers, "Certainly Hagrym" As she moves toward the dwarf she continues keeping time with the wand humming and dancing lightly as she approaches, bringing the wand up on the fourth beat, she points it at Hagrym on the first beat following through and then again on the third beat, smiling as she sees the dwarfs wounds heal.
"Thanks very much. Let's get to it then. The longer we wait, the more dark magic she might be calling up!"
Nodding to Hagryms words, Ulfgard shoulders his weapon and follows the Paladin.
"Thanks, Naomi. I'm ready to carry on."
'These boys are finally showing a little appreciations, we'll get them trained eventually' Naomi nods her head toward Turv as she puts up her wand, drawing the rapier, she follows the dwarves, rogue and Orc maiden keepinga keen eye out. "Well, on we go!"
The bronze doors exiting the chamber are locked.
Turvijagal searches the door for traps.
And then goes to work:
"Well, that was a bit too easy."
"Everyone stand off to one side so nobody's is right in front when it's opened."
"I don't trust doors that don't have traps and open so easily."
"Anyone have something to open the doors with?"
"Like a staff or pole arm?"
"Or does someone want to stand right in front and give them a push?"
not me any knock spells?
They are heavy bronze doors. You will not be able to push them open with a pole arm.
Hagrym moves to the front. "Watch out, and stand back. I'll open up those doors for us." He tries to push them once everyone moves to a safe spot.
'how close are we to the other necromancer' Remembering that the "dog" called out to someone else, Naomi asks, "Didn't the cleric call out to someone else? They must be waiting for us somewhere! I will stay close to cast a spell when Hagyrm opens the door just in case." Shield and rapier in hand Naomi prepares to scream at whoever might me waiting.
Turvijagal will stand off to one side of the doors, with short sword and dagger in hand, as Hagrym opens the doors.
The great bronze doors of this room have remained closed since the great cataclysm that buried the temple. This interior room remains relatively unchanged since that devastation. The black lustrous floor gleams as if freshly polished. Four spiraling columns support the four-faceted ceiling that meets at a central point above the center of the room. An ebony ring encircled by bronze flames dominates the ceiling peak.
A diamond-shaped altar sits in the middle of the chamber floor. A deeply tarnished bronze skull sits on the altar. Three beaten copper bowls holding unholy water turned the color of blood sit around the grim centerpiece. Three elvish warriors dressed in golden plate mail kneel around the evil altar. Their hands grip long swords that have their blades pointed downward with the tips resting lightly on the floor. Standing near the altar, examining the bronze darkskull is a fair skinned woman with curly blonde hair and an innocent expression wholly out of place in this temple of evil. Pacing near her is her two-headed death dog, Sorgho, whom she brought with her into the chamber.
The great bronze doors of this room have remained closed since the great cataclysm that buried the temple.
'This is very curious, no one said anything about elves and such. We don't know what we don't know' Naomi steps forward near but not into the doorway, looking into the room, then making eye contact with the woman."Are you the woman Kavali? Were you the one the necromancer was calling to? We were sent to remove the undead from the sewer system, are you willing to parlay?" looking at the three elves "Does she speak for you three elves or are you separate from her? Our fight is not with the living but with the dead."
"Parlance probably won't happen here!"
"Parlance probably won't happen here!"
Init
Two 'elves' 5' step to attack Hagrym
While a third moves to attack Turv
Since he doesn't have to move, Turvijagal will take two hits at 'his' so-called elf:
And then take a 5 ft step back.