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Among most groups, Ezekiel would hardly wish to be first in line before a creature such as this, but he knows he's the most likely to be able to fend off its strikes. Affixing it with his hypnotic stare , he steps forward and raises his blade with a smirk. "En garde, you slimy piece of unliving filth!"
The skeleton, slippery entrails moving around within the open ribcage, moves to attack Ezekiel...but, stupid in its undeath, it allows the swashbuckler the opportunity for an early attack as it stumbles into position...
Perhaps distracted, fascinated or appalled by the mobile entrails, Ezekiel misses with his first stab...but has enough time to attack a second time before the creature reaches for him...
...and then, with only Ezekiel to attack, the creature slams against him...
Peeking around the corner, some of the cold goes flying off of Camel and slams into the tongue skeleton.
Fixing the Mohrg with his stare, Sir Alfred hopes the creature still has a sense of humor.
Whatever it is that Sir Alfred Stone attempts to amuse the creature with…falls upon deaf ears.
Meanwhile Ezekiel, perhaps distracted by the blast from Camel, narrowly misses the creature.
Slamming forwards again, the skeletal creature grabs at Ezekiel…it’s tongue, purple and slathering, extends towards the beleaguered man…
Camel will again snake cold over, around, and under to attack the Morhg.
Finding the Mohrg's mind stronger than expected, sir Alfred fixes his stare on the abomination before firing his crossbow.
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Ezekiel, in a blur of elegant stabs and slashes, cuts the undead creature along the entrails...putrescent material oozes through the freshly cut wounds...
...and then freezes in chunks as a blast of cold snakes around the swashbuckler...and onto the animated skeleton...
Sir Alfred Stone's crossbow bolt however, thuds into the wall behind the slavering horror...the horror which is, relentlessly, grabbing after Ezekiel.
With the morgh latching onto Ezekiel, Sir Alfred attempts to evoke the undead creatures sense of endless hopelessness.
Something stops the undead creature... It doubles over and, using the wall to support itself, starts shuddering.
Cold goes streaking over Ezekiel's head before slamming down on the creature from above.
Ezekiel ducks and swerves but is eventually grabbed by the skeleton...but, at the last moment, fends the tongue attack away. As Sir Alfred Stone renders the wretched creature helpless, Camel slams it with a cold attack and then...slipping from the skeleton's grasp, Ezekiel impales the creature's tongue...and it collapses in a pile of bones and viscera...
Stepping over the shattered corpse of the undead, you find little of note in the chamber beyond...the walls are adorned with roughly scratched pictures of murder scenes ad the sarcophagus that your assailant previously occupied atone time is a simple wooden affair. A door leads to the east and, looking through, you see that it opens into a large empty chamber with a corridor leading north... A hissing noise comes from somewhere in the darkness beyond.
Quickly examining the room, sir Alfred reloads his crossbow.
I am growing weary of this game. Why don't we try something a little different. Gather close and stay within 10 feet of me as we move.
Camel will move to within 10' of Alfred while keeping an eye out for traps. This is an Osiriani tomb, after all. he thought to himself.
Moving into the chamber, Sir Alfred's invisibility helps to keep you shrouded from the vision of the 'thing' in the antechamber to the north. Scraping bone against the stone walls of the tomb, a huge humanoid figure stands in your way, mass of bones and skulls tied together with slick ropes of sinew...
The only way through this chamber is past this creature...although it does not appear to be aware of your presence, you would need to move within 5 feet of it to get past...
Camel, you don't detect any traps within this part of the tomb.
Motioning for the group to be silent and follow, Sir Alfred attempts to slip past the Golem.