Camlo takes a good look over the bridge, and particularly under it. "Not sure I erm, remember coming this way, althought, I ah, was going quite fast." Camlo says as he does so.
"Oh! Err, it might be best if we crossed the bridge one at a time, and possibly myself last. It looks a little on the, ah, old side." Camlo exclaims as he tugs on one of the anchor ropes.
"Fine. I'll go first, then." Alwyn carefully makes his way across the old wooden structure.
Seeing that the heavily armored Shoanti has crossed without incident, Vethran opts to cross second.
Illes follows after Vethran cautiously jaw clenched as the bridge creaks and groans.
One by one, the party make it across the bridge.
While the others cross the bridge, Elisile waits with her bow drawn, scanning the area for danger, intending to cross near to last.
One by one, the party make it across the bridge.
** spoiler omitted **
Camlo scurries across the bridge, seemingly oblivious to everything other than the bridge as it twists and writhes under him.
perception
That's a waste of a 19.
While waiting for the others to cross, Alwyn spots something down in the chasm. "Something shiny down there", he grumbles, pointing into the darkness. "Does anyone want to check it out? I'd volunteer, but I'm not really dressed for that kind of adventure."
“I see it too,” says Elisile, peering downwards.
“I may be able to climb or fly down there.”
"I'll do it. I'm a good good climber."
Ties a rope around his waste, assuming he thinks the rope is long enough (He's got 100 feet of rope), and Elly's darkvision doesn't betray anything too too untoward.
Hudak clambers down the fifty feet, nimble as a monkey, to the bottom of the chasm. There he finds a small shattered skeleton the size of a child, but from the accoutrements he finds it is more likely a halfling thief who died many years ago from a fall. Although most of the prospecting gear and leathers have rotted beyond use, Hudak finds two red gems and a small silvered short sword.
sweet....
Hudak reaches and takes the stuff.
Climbs back up.
climb
Hands the shortsword to our new halfling friend;
"this might come in handy.....I found the bones of somebody about your size.....sorry.....I uh,.....well he'd been down there a long time...we can get him later I suppose."
Hands the shortsword to our new halfling friend;
"this might come in handy.....I found the bones of somebody about your size.....sorry.....I uh,.....well he'd been down there a long time...we can get him later I suppose."
"Ah, oh, Thank You. I'm ah, sure he was no relation of mine, none out this far that I know, well, ah, except me." Camlo tails off
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Elisile whispers an arcance phrase, and then examines the items Hudak retrieved closely.
Heading north, the passage beging to bend to the east. Another corridor branches northwest, otherwise it continues east and ends at a stone door.
Let's give a listen at the stone door; I'll try to open it if that's the overall plan.
+4=17.
Hudak hears nothing in particular.
Oh; that was my roll to open the door once somebody better equipped to do the listening gave it a try. Sorry; I was unclear.
Alwyn presses his ear to the stone. It is hard to be sure, but from the muffled sound and the breeze around the door, he suspects this may lead outside.
"Sounds like this goes outside. Let's look at the other corridor first."
Heading back to the intersection, the party head north-west. The corridor ends after about ten feet in a fairly dry cavern. Its walls are carved into twenty seven-foot long, two-foot high niches. In each is a humanoid skeleton in repose, wrapped in rotting winding cloth. One of the bodies has been pulled from its niche and lies in a tangled jumble on the ground.
Alwyn stoops to place the skeleton back in its niche. As he does so, a cold breeze sweeps through the room and a mad whispering, almost subliminal and certainly impossible to parse into individual words, begins to buzz in the ears of those present. While the physical skeleton stays in place, skeletal arms of black mist reach up from the heap of bones to claw at Alwyn's very soul.
Initiative
I'll take A3.
Init:
Seeing the spectral arms reach up to grab Alwyn, Elisile gestures with her (currently warty, green) hand, sending a telekinetic force to lash at the arms, whilst reaching into her pack with her other hand.
Elisile quickly summons a blast of magical energy to assail the rising undead. It seems to hit, but has little impact.
Vethran cuts loose with a rippling bolt of force that rips through the air and strikes the creature, despite its lack of solid form. He then draws a wand from his belt and holds it out for any able-bodied party members to take from him.
Vethran's magic pulse of silver energy thumps the undead as it rises fromits wrappings - a thing of black mist and malevolence vaguely shaped like a human skeleton.