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Andolphas swallows hard at Damion's rebuke, and tightens his grip on the scythe. Images race through his mind in quick succession, depicting what would happen to the inquisitor if he were to succumb to one of the Jasidian's darker spells. "Afraid of the dark, are we, Pholtan?" whispers the priest through the chainmail make. "If you think it wise to stand like a beacon for all our foes to see, then by all means, step back into the cave and greet them... it might make a good distraction... but spare the rest of us the suffering born of your foolish zeal..."
Andolphas suddenly realizes that the light spells he and Damion have cast could give the party away to whatever is approaching. He whispers a few words that dim the glow of his holy symbol, and he suggests that the inquisitor do the same. The priest then whispers: "looks like we may need to rely on Harrigan's eyes to tell us what is approaching..."
Andolphas follows Brashen into the narrow passage, puts the chainmail mask on and waits, scythe in hand. "Depending on who or what emerges, I may step out and approach them," whispers the priest. "Perhaps I can fool them into thinking I am one of them? Be prepared to cover me..." He peers around the corner, into the main chamber.
"Hmmm... If indeed the pool is a gate, and given the presence of undead and servants of the God of Discord and Massacre in these mines, then I would agree that it can only lead to places that would tear our souls apart. Steer clear, my friends. And if mortals do not venture through the portal from this side, then it is possible that whatever priests lead the cultists might call up abominations from the Great Beyond by standing upon the platform." Andolphas shivers momentarily as he considers the great spiritual evil that might lurk just beyond the pool. "Let's leave this place as quickly as possible. Brashen suggests we head west, and that's as good a choice as any. Lead on, Brashen..."
Once Andolphas has finished donning his chain shirt, he notices how badly wounded Brashen is, he offers the warrior two of the four flasks that are tucked in his belt pouch. "Take, these, if you would, Brashen. I could channel the divine energy of the lady to heal all of us, but since we may encounter the Spawns of Kyuss before long, I think it would be wiser for me to reserve what powers I have for any encounters we have with them... there is no telling how many we will face..."
"Where to next? Down the passage from which the undead came?" He looks down at the slain tieflings. "I can only guess what new devilry we'll find where there... We've already had our share of surprises in this old mine," grumbles the priest as he glances at Harrigan.
"I need to recover my armour," grumbles the priest. He waits for Harrigan to rejoin the party, then gives thanks to the Ruby Sorceress and Green Lady before uttering another prayer. His companions feel a wave of benevolent energy washing over them, healing some of their wounds.
Andolphas then begins to hustle back to the shaft in order to recover his armour.
"They are fighting undead," says Andolphas to the inquisitor. "I recognize the spell Boland just cast. Damion, see if you can find and help Harrigan -- I'll aid the others!" The priest hustles through the darkness until he stands within fifteen feet of Boland, Brashen and their assailants. He holds his ruby skull high, and calls out: "restless dead, this servant of the Dark-Eyed Lady compels ye, depart this Oerth forever and return to your eternal slumber!" Boland, Brashen and Damion sense a a wave of benevolent energy momentarily pass through them without effect... and then see the bones of the undead start to smoulder and break apart.
"Strange. These two are Hextorians," says Andolphas to Damion as he points out the slain warriors and the the gauntleted fist clutching three barbed arrows on their tabards. "Are the Hextorians after the Kyuss worms, as well? And they evidently weren't killed by my falling armour... it seems we've landed in the middle of a conflict that had erupted prior to our arrival... unless they were killed by Brashen and Harrigan? But let's hurry to the others... I'll retrieve my armour and take a closer look at these two once our companions are out of danger." Andolphas shifts his wooden shield from his back to his right arm, then takes hold of the ruby skull around his neck. "Lady, I pray thee, keep me safe from harm," he whispers as he starts heading towards the sound of battle, his miner's lamp illuminating the way.
Andolphas continues to make his way down the scaffolding nervously, as quickly as caution and the flickering light on his helmet will allow. "I don't like this one bit," he mutters to himself, conscious that his companions are fighting for their lives nearby... and worried that he might arrive too late.
Andolphas continues his cautious descent down the shaft, clinging to the rope for dear life and awkwardly feeling his way along the structure with his feet. It seems the priest must have done little climbing in his childhood, and even less as an adult... the priest is nervous, his progress slow but steady.
Andolphas yells in surprise as the stones tumble down the shaft, but luckily, they either bounce harmlessly off his helmet or miss him altogether. The priest wraps his chain shirt in his miner's poncho, but takes a moment to check that his potions, holy symbols, weapons and backpack are secure. He tosses the bundled armour out of the elevator, then grabs hold of the rope and prepares to climb out. "No time to put the armour on. I hope it survived the fall and didn't fall in some deeper chasm," he mutters to himself.
Andolphas tries to lower the platform as much as possible before the men above manage to jam the pulley mechanism. "Come on, come on," he mutters before whispering a request for the Green Lady to smile upon him... Of course, given that this is not yet a moment of life and death, the priest suspects that this situation likely would not warrant divine or even saintly intervention, but keeps that thought to himself.
Moth and Damion: Spoiler:
Andolphas mutters something and drops his pack on the floor of the lift as Damion gives him a shove. The priest is clearly worried because he did not have the time to put his armour back on. He does as the inquisitor says, and does his best to lower the lift quickly but steadily.
Once Boland releases his end of the rope, Andolphas will haul it up, then tie the bottom end to his backpack, which he will lower back down. With the pack as a makeshift weight, the priest will first check to see what Damion's bolt might have illuminated at the bottom... and then attempt his descent.
Andolphas and Damion, make perception checks. Andolphas frets as he watches Boland and Harrigan make their way down. "I've never been good at this sort of thing, and I'm more heavily encumbered than Boland," he mumbles. "Even if I put my chain shirt in my pack, it would still weigh me down and throw me off balance." The pale priest begins to blush as he looks up at Damion: "if I removed my armour and put it in my pack... would you be able to lower it down to me once I reach the bottom?"
Andolphas shuffles in with the others, but stands stock still shortly after passing the gate. He tries to familiarize himself with his new environment, looking and listening nervously for any potential threats that may be just beyond the reach of the flickering lamp on his helmet. "Boland, that was... subtle...," whispers the priest-turned-miner with unconcealed sarcasm.
Andolphas looks around nervously. Too many of his kin had died in mines like these, and he could not help but wonder if he might be next. The heavy miner's outfit felt awkward. He puts a hand to the ruby-skull pendant that hangs from his necklace and murmurs a prayer to both the Green Lady and the Ruby Sorceress while Harrigan works the lock on the barricaded door.
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