Felmor moves to the top of the dais next to the unconscious girl and peers into the open sarcophagus beneath the everburning lantern.
From all the paintings and statues throughout the crypt you immediately recognize the well-preseved body of Kassen. His body is intact, save for the broken links of a chain that lie around his neck—the medallion it once held is missing.
Kassen is dressed in resplendent plate armor with a large well-polished shield over his upper body. His arms are folded over it laying upon the golden hilt of a flamberge-style longsword. As you draw near, motes of fiery light seem to dance upon the surface of the ancient blade.
In your head you hear the voice again, Wield the blade, shield your loved ones!
Int Check 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
It suddenly occurs to you that Priyya spent most of her magic protecting everyone else and is herself without any magical protections right now. Perhaps she could make use of this shield...
The sailor picks up an ancient blade with a golden hilt. As he looks at it in awe, it flashes with light and the entire length of the blade becomes engulfed in golden flames. Lemme know if you take anything else, Eric.
From all around the chamber, you hear the sound of stone sarcophagus lids smashing into the floor and witness as at least a half-dozen skeletal warriors emerge from their slumber: 4 in the corners of the main section of the chamber you are in, and two wearing finely wrought armor from the coffins visible thru the tall archways on the east and west side of the rooms.
You can also hear what sounds like more coming from the north and south ends of the two side chambers.
Priyya marvels at the shield for a moment before slinging it on her arm. She quickly sidesteps BC11. She glares at Asar, as if the blow he landed on Morgaard had been against her. She aims her disfigured palm at him and calls on the power of the Sun Goddess. A wash of energy shoots from her.
Channel Positive Energy:
30' radius burst, Will Save vs DC:15 for 1/2 DAM
HEAL/DAMAGE: 1d6 ⇒ 6 (+1 DAM)
Felmor gives Alis a grateful nod, and now focuses his attention on Asar. He slips off the dias and quickly moves to enagage the undead abomination Move to BE7, His face a mask of determination, mixed with fury, he yells, "'Ey Asar, Kassen wanted me ta give ye sonethin' ta remember 'im by!"
Felmor leaps down the the dais, moving in a bee-line towards Asar.
The skeleton closest to its master takes a swipe at Felmor as he passes...
AoO 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
...but the spell Priyya cast upon him deflects what would have been a sure hit.
With nothing else in his way, Sir Felmor brings the blade crashing down on Asar's head. The blow splits the villain's helmet asunder bathing the enemy commander's skeletal visage in a cascade of golden flames!
Asar cries out from the force of the blow and is nearly forced to his knees by it.
Priyya thanks Sarenrae as the first two blows fall short...
Then she thanks Alis with a relieved sigh when she makes the third blow go awry...
Only to turn into the fourth blow which nearly eviscerates her...
No Sarenrae, please, not yet. I can't fail these people...
You hear a groan from the steps of the dais. Priyya's burst of healing energy seems to have revived Dimira. Looking up a the calamity transpiring just next to her, the young woman gasps and rolls out of the way of the skeleton that slashes at her.
Acrobatics 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Standing up beside Kassen's sarcophagus, she looks down to find Felmor's belaying pin still laying there, coated in the magic oil.
She clutches at a small medallion hanging from her neck, raises her hand and calls out in an imploring voice, "Arshea lend us aid against these oppressors!"
A burst of cool blue energy washes over the room wracking the undead with pain and healing the wounded.
While not as powerful as her first attempt, it is never-the-less an aid to the warrior-priestess' allies. The skeletal warrior flanking Felmor and the two north of Alis all collapse. Asar and his surviving lieutenant seem unfazed.
Felmor knows he is greviously wounded and cannot take another blow like that. Still he feels a sense of accomplishment. Is this what a hero feels like? He thinks to himself, I hope this ends well, but at least i fought the good fight.
Priyya lands a strong blow on the lieutenant as he seeks to reach the doors. Yet even though it stuck him hard, he does not seek to retaliate. Instead he shouts out, "Cover my escape, we must not fail our leader!"