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Dartalis raises his everburning torch. The soft-green magical fire washes over the coffin with an eerie glow.
Just before the coffin is opened, he walks over near Joneth and begins to cast a spell.
"Desthiu imen erestu." After chanting the words, he gently touches the paladin.
He then walks over to Marcus and chants, "Desthiu imen erestu," and gently touches him then backs up out of the range of their sword arcs.
Joneths sword swings in a wide arc, whistling through the cold air and cleaving both candles in two. They fall to the floor as their holders clatter over in the opposite direction. The severed candles roll to a stop ... but the flickering flame on each one continues to burn...flames that have now turned black.
Joneths sword swings in a wide arc, whistling through the cold air and cleaving both candles in two. They fall to the floor as their holders clatter over in the opposite direction. The severed candles roll to a stop ... but the flickering flame on each one continues to burn...flames that have now turned black.
"Not sure how good an idea that was." Marcus says, eyeing the black flames.
Dartalis watches Joneth's muscles bulge and his veins pop out like cords of thick rope while he attempts to open the coffin and fails. He also pulls a scroll of shield from his pack.
He searches his mind for a spell and then begins casting and chanting.
"Arenoth oneth utin!"
Dartalis squeezes Joneth's arm and the magic flows into the paladin's body imparting magical strength to the holy warrior.
"Perhaps that will help you, Sir Joneth."
Raising the scroll of shield to eye level, the wizard begins to read the strange magical language that echoes loudly through the room in unrememberable syllables.
"I will try to help you lift it as well."
Joneth grows even more agitated as the candles continue to burn. He regains his composure when Dartalis' spell infuses him with the strength of giants.
"My thanks, Dartalis. Now I shall break this coffin and drive out the evil within!"
The sarcophagus lid slides to the side and crashes onto the floor with a loud thud. A blast of stale, fetid air hisses out as the lid is removed. Suddenly a loud manic laugh fills the mausoleum as a 6-foot tall skeleton with glistening, black bones, seemingly constructed of blackened
steel, leaps out of the sarcophagus to land amongst you. Small red pinpoints of light burn in its hollowed eye sockets, and in its hand it holds a rusted steel scimitar.
The skeleton tips back it's head and opens it's mouth as it shrieks hideously.
Koryn's morningstar raises above his head as he charges the animated bones.
"Die foul creature, you have no purpose here!"
Attack:11(includes bonus from charging)
Damage:2
The sarcophagus lid slides to the side and crashes onto the floor with a loud thud. A blast of stale, fetid air hisses out as the lid is removed. Suddenly a loud manic laugh fills the mausoleum as a 6-foot tall skeleton with glistening, black bones, seemingly constructed of blackened
steel, leaps out of the sarcophagus to land amongst you. Small red pinpoints of light burn in its hollowed eye sockets, and in its hand it holds a rusted steel scimitar.The skeleton tips back it's head and opens it's mouth as it shrieks hideously.
The sarcophagus lid slides to the side and crashes onto the floor with a loud thud. A blast of stale, fetid air hisses out as the lid is removed. Suddenly a loud manic laugh fills the mausoleum as a 6-foot tall skeleton with glistening, black bones, seemingly constructed of blackened
steel, leaps out of the sarcophagus to land amongst you. Small red pinpoints of light burn in its hollowed eye sockets, and in its hand it holds a rusted steel scimitar.The skeleton tips back it's head and opens it's mouth as it shrieks hideously.
Marcus, using his speed and dexterity, moves against the skeleton, swinging his masterwork cold iron longsword.
"Foul Imitation of Life! Fall before Life's True Power!"
Taking a step back, Koryn speaks a word of Life.*
The skeleton raises its weapon to strike at Joneth, then stops and glares at the new source of irritation. Foul words of power bombard it and bit staggers back. It's red eyes flash once before it's whole body is suffused by an unearthly red light. With a hideous cackle it drops the sword before its bones suddenly loose all cohesion and it drops in pieces back into the sarcophagus.
A misty white cloud of dust puffs up from the bottom of the stone casket and for a second you are sure that you see a grinning horned skull there. Then it is borne away on the breeze.
The skeleton raises its weapon to strike at Joneth, then stops and glares at the new source of irritation. Foul words of power bombard it and bit staggers back. It's red eyes flash once before it's whole body is suffused by an unearthly red light. With a hideous cackle it drops the sword before its bones suddenly loose all cohesion and it drops in pieces back into the sarcophagus.
A misty white cloud of dust puffs up from the bottom of the stone casket and for a second you are sure that you see a grinning horned skull there. Then it is borne away on the breeze.
After the dust clears, Marcus examines his sword. Relieved to find no cracks, he walks over and leans back on the sarcophagus. . .his sword resting across his thighs.
"I hate skeletons," he mutters to himself.
Apart from scattered bones and dust, the sarcophagus is empty.Marcus makes his way around the rest of the tomb, searching for anything else that might be of interest.
Marcus, satisfied with his search, walks from the mausoleum and heads to one of the smaller buildings.
Marcus
Marcus makes his way around the rest of the tomb, searching for anything else that might be of interest.
Marcus kneels down, running his finger-tips over one of the stone slabs that make up the floor. "Over here," he calls, when he finds an iron ring attached to the slab. After a quick search. . .making sure there is nothing strange about the secreted door (), he pulls on the ring, seeing if he can open it.
Marcus makes his way around the rest of the tomb, searching for anything else that might be of interest.
Marcus kneels down, running his finger-tips over one of the stone slabs that make up the floor. "Over here," he calls, when he finds an iron ring attached to the slab. After a quick search. . .making sure there is nothing strange about the secreted door (), he pulls on the ring, seeing if he can open it.
It doesn't want to budge. You think you may need a bit more muscle.
There is a groan of escaping air, pungent in it's foulness. In fact, its so putrid that for a second you both stagger backwards as if physically pushed. You think that the combined contents of the latrines of Bards Gate could only partly generate this stench.
With the slab removed you can now see (through watering eyes!) a circular shaft descending into the darkness below. The smell of death radiates from the pit as it descends down into oblivion.There is a rope pegged into the wall at the top of the pit that descends into the shaft.
The paladin staggers back, overwhelmed by the terrible stench.
"Phew! That smell is a more dangerous barrier than an entire army of skeletons! Do we go down and see what these villains are up to? Or should we investigate the other crypts first?"
"I say close it and let us explore the other crpyts first. I do not want to be trapped between enemies."
Dartalis reels at the stench from the tunnel. Coughing, he covers his nose with his sleeves until he regains some propriety.
"I agree with Koryn," he says with a cough. "We should check the other crypts. Then we will have cleared an area that we can rest in before going down, if needed. But, I am willing to go along with the desires of the group, whatever you choose to do."