Mathias reaches into his pouch removing a flask and applies an oil to his hands as he shifts into position.
More ghosts, I prefer less costly undead.
Marcus takes a five foot step away, draws an oil of magic weapon and pours it on his sword.
Then he readies his weapon.
The second dark form seems to twist his head right around in a clockwise fashion several times, and then decides to float away through the the wall away from the party
The other being however is not so easily fooled and descends upon the half orc in a twisting writhing fashion
Mathias spins as he steps in lashing out with his hand. The attack if made against a human would be aimed roughly for their eyes to disrupt their vision and set them up for the next attack. As that hand crosses completely across the creatures vision Mathias' right hand strikes from seemingly within his body as his spin ends and the built up tension within his body is allowed to uncoil directly through his fist.
(no +1 from magic weapon as it is subtracted in power attack)
Marcus steps back and takes a swing at the shadow.
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Beswaur steps back and takes a shot at the ghostly form.
, if hits
Mathias's fist slams into the incorporeal things upper part, and it seems as if holy energy slams into the thing from his knuckles. The thing seems to catch on fire, as if it were paper being burned by a sacred flame. The hold light racing all over it. Seconds later it is gone, vanishing into the air as if it were never there.
Noiselessly the other dark form appears through the wall, this time in front of Mathias
Mathias steps back as the creature touches him feeling the strength drain from his body. Flash backs to a nightmare he had as child he grits his teeth and forces himself to face this shadowy demon, unleashing a flurry of blows.
In his frustration over the continual misses and his weakened condition, Beswaur drops the bow and uses his wand.
, if hits will save for half.
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Also everyone can try to hit this thing. However nobody did.
Dark Form 2 - AC15, Touch 15, Incorporeal, HP19
Blows rain down on the incorporal form but it twist its way around them like smoke, then launches itself again at Mathias
But seems to pass somewhat harmlessly through him.
Marcus manages to make contact, but just barely.
Mathias, thoroughly frustrated with these slippery devils. He half steps back, setting his feet as the shadowing creature strikes at him allowing it to complete its failed attack and as it reforms itself he strikes out with another one two strike.
part of this attack is a shift five feet to the right hopefully granting Marcus room to flank and Beswaur room to push forward.
Beswaur again attempts to use the wand.
, if hits will save for half.
Now that three persons are raining attacks down on it the shadowy form has nowhere to hide. The blessed weapons and the wand are too much for it and it vanishes in a brief flash of light.
The air feels just a little bit lighter, although the party cannot shake the feeling that they should have managed that a long time ago.
Mathias steps forward and peers down the passage, retrieving his torch and staff.
Perhaps we should lay these to rest before we proceed?
Agreed. Let's gather what we can of the ghosts remains and bury them with all due ceremony,
Beswaur heads back to the burned bedroom.
Mathias will assist as instructed as he is not a religious man.
Marcus finds his torch and searches the floor for anything left behind by the dark shadows. If he finds nothing he goes to the bedroom with the others.
There seems to be nothing left from the shadows. They have evaporated like morning dew in the sun.
There doesn't seem to be any taint in the graveyard out back. Nothing in Beswaur's mind indicates that this would be a bad idea.
Beswaur also suspects that burying the ash with salt, holy or otherwise would be an exceptionally good idea.
It doesn't take long to dig a shallow grave for the ash. The ground is soft, and easy to dig through. Placing the ash in the hole causes it to suddenly transform into a demonic looking fire for a heartbeat before changing back to ash. The first sod chucked back into the hole covers the ash entirely and no more strange visions are forthcoming.
Beswaur also pours a vial of holy water on the ashes while burying them.
When we are done Marcus bows his head over the grave and saysRest in peace. Then he turns back to the orphanage.
There were a couple more rooms upstairs in this cursed place. Let's check those and move on to the main floor.
Mathias nods his agreement with Marcus. As he steps off he adjusts his cloth hand wrappings and sighs.
This is bound to be a long project if we continue to be weakened by these shades. Shall we rest first or push onward?
Alright guys, let's head back in to check it out some more. I think we should do a quick look at the areas we haven't seen. Then if there are not threats, we can carefully investigate top to bottom. Agreed?
A nod, Sounds good, first floor then?
Starting off the party do a quick search of the bottom floor. Beswaur's blessed sight detects Evil coming from the back dining room on the lower floor. From the hall the dining room looks deserted, its long bench tables sit in the gloom on the room, piled only with eons of dust, and a multitude of cobwebs.
There are still three faint auras of evil coming from underneath the tables. Mathias & Beswaur think they hear some form of scuttling sound in the dark, possibly underneath the tables, possibly underneath the floor.
Mathias points down indicating to the rest where he thinks he hears movement. Holding up one finger he places an ear to the wall listening for the noise now hopefully amplified.
As Mathias moves to the wall, he steps on a wooden spoon that splinters with a very loud crack. At this all of the sounds of scuttling stop suddenly. But in the next couple of heartbeats Mathias hears the sound start up again. With his ear to the wall he is pretty certain the sounds are coming from below, and if he had to guess he would say it was from a large multi legged creature, possibly a spider or centipede, but it would have to be pretty big to make that level of noise.
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Hmm... Interesting...
Beswaur moves over to the top of the basement stairs and readies a couple of flasks in his hands.
At this point I think I prefer hearing footsteps.
Mathias joins Beswaur by the stairs ready to go down and explore what he hopes is the last level.
At least anything with footsteps is easier to hit.
Torch in hand and sword on his shoulder Marcus advances down the stairs.
The door at the top of the stairs is stuck, but a swift kick from Mathias makes it burst open. Decending down into the gloom the party climbed down a small twisting staircase. At the bottom was a small dirt floor in a chamber that was scarcely 15ft by 15ft. In this damp cellar mold is growing aggressively. Most of the wooden walls, and the underneath of the previous story's floorboards are covered in piles of black, green, and in patches purple molds. Some of which are looking decidedly hairy.
In one corner of the room sits an old furnace, its high iron doors coated with years of dust and grime.
There are several unidentifiable mounds in the other corners of the room, one of which looks to be the remains of a woodpile, but is now a stack of moldy, hairy logs. The source of the clicking is a pair of lengthy, segmented horrors that writhe and twist, pulsing their venomous mandibles in search of prey. One rests on the logpile in the corner, whilst the other is attached to the roof.