If it survives to round 2 Iesha will pull out her battle aspergillum and swing at it.
If it is already destroyed she will try once more to force the door and go to aid Talia.
Hearing the door hiss behind her, Talia tries to open and move through it to join her friends, fearing a swipe of her claws or dagger may do nothing to the creature before her.
Round 1 Appendix
Alzano's slashing attack meets the target, but fails to dissuade or even wound it, the blade finding little purchase in the ectoplasm
Aleksandr jabs at the creature as it draws close, wounding it, but it presses forward.
It reaches out for Alzano, but the nimble rogue dodges the clumsy swipe.
round 1 complete
Round 2
Deciding that his weapons are going to be pretty much useless against the thing, Alzano decides to remain where he is and try to draw and avoid the creature's attacks. "That's right, ghostie... try to hit me again!"
Round 2:
Damage done to the door, Peredur comes to the rogue's aid. His longsword describes a great slashing arc that tears through the fabric of the apparition.
Round 2
As Alzano braces himself to dodge another blow, Aleksandr again jabs at the creature, piercing it enough to disrupt its semi-solid form. combined with Peredur's swipe of his blade, which sprays the vile ecotplasm across the floor behind the creature, it loses the will to keep itself together, or perhaps has lost too much mass to keep the soul within trapped--either way, the form fails, and a splatter of ectomplasm collapses to the floor.
Talia flees, perhaps wisely, from the creature through the now open door, however, it swings at her as she tries to escape it's grasp. The creature lands a solid blow to the woman [ ]
The undead thing persists, following Talia into the hallway. this time, it reaches out for the closest target, Iesha, who had turned to help Talia: [ dmg will save ]
End Round 2
Round 3!
Seeing Iesha wounded by the creature, Alzano rushes (against his better instincts) to her aid. He swings at the thing to try to distract it from harming her further.
Iesha will once more channel to harm this creature.
Seeing Iesha took the attack meant for herself, Talia steps up behind Iesha and touches her, healing energy pouring forth.
Healing Hex:
Round 3:
Peredur moves in on the second apparition, but keeping his footing on the slippery floor proves to be too difficult for him to coordinate an attack as he moves.
Alkeksandr turns on the new creature and edges forward, stabbing at it with his spear.
Between Aleksandr and Iesha's efforts, the creature expires--the damage to the ectoplasmic form is too great. It looses all cohesion and form, and splashes across the stone floor.
Silence returns to Harrowstone, at least for the time being.
The half-elf smiles a little nervously. "And would those be th' welcoming committee? It's thinking I am to look at where our dree spirit came from, for such as they might be guarding something of interest."
He moves towards the west door.
"Who else is hurt? Gather around me."
After healing everyone, Iesha turns to Alzano.
"Thank you for the aid. I appreciate it."
HP: 14/14 AC: 14
Conditions: None Duration: (if applicable) x out of x rounds)
Spells: 0th: 4/4; 1st: domain: 1/1; standard: 3/3
[b]Channel Energy] 6/day; 3 remain
Thank you, Iesha. Your aid is most appreciated. Let us continue west, I think, as Peredur seems to be heading that way anyway."
This spacious room smells of mildew and rot. A long desk and chair sit to the south, while a narrow alcove to the northwest contains a closed safe. Thick layers of dust cover everything.
Daylight streams through two filthy windows in the wall behind the desk.
Peredur looks ruefully at the safe before turning his attention to the desk. "Had I but a few tools to hand...."
The desk itself is slowly taking to rot with the onslaught of time. It is empty. The safe appears in rather pristine, if dusty condition--it is finely made and sturdy, and is opened by a key, which is nowhere to be found in the room.
Iesha looks for the key.
Alzano pulls out his collection of thieves' tools and hands them to Peredur. "Here... not sure why I've been carrying these around. Tried to learn to use them once, but never picked up on it. You might find them more useful." Something about plausible deniability, was it? Always depend on others to do your dirty work... heh.
The half-elf takes the tools from Alzano and looks them over. "Thank you kindly! These should do th' trick, with a healthy bit of luck. It's thinking I am that a safe in a place full of miscreants of all stripes will not be so easily opened." He examines the safe for nefarious devices before trying to pick the lock.
Peredur is able to get a good feel for the lock and the mechanism through his efforts, but unable to get that last satisfying click of success.
"Perhaps we'll get lucky and find the key somewhere. Should we try the other door, just outside of this one?"
Peredur carefully packs away the tools, looking slightly dispirited. "Aye, that's a good thought."
The next door in the hallway full of many many doors reveals itself to be nothing more than old privvy. There is nothing of interest, and it hardly seems worth checking into further. For obvious reasons.
"As long as it's close, th' north door seems our best choice. It's thinking I am that the small doors are cells, though why they'd be so close to th' entrance is a mystery."
"I suspect the upper level would be for guards and employees; perhaps they're privies and small rooms for other purposes. The actual cells are likely elsewhere. Though there may be other rooms on this floor to investigate further. Talia pauses for a moment, thinking.
"Yes, I think the north door sounds good; we can always return to check out the other doors in this hallway."
The north door opens to a series of silent hallways. Several doors mark entrances to several rooms. All is still beneath a layer of untouched dust.
"I think we should check the rooms here first, then work our way around hitting each in turn. Since we've already been attacked, I'd like to make sure we've cleared out any potential threats behind us, we know the place is necromanticly active. I'd rather not get trapped."
"Aye, to start with th' small rooms would be best."
Each in door in turn reveals a small office like room, with shelves stuffed with leatherbound tomes and stacks of paper, all somewhat well preserved. It would appear that the party has stumbled upon the prison records.
Peredur stares at the bounty of information in the small rooms. "It's a fine conundrum we've found: do we pause for an hour or three and research, or explore first? It's thinking I am that research should wait for a moment, or at least 'til we've set eyes on th' rest of th' area."
"That does sound reasonable, Peredur. Besides, we can take most of this back to town to research at our leisure and without risk of being attacked by undead. I hope."
Iesha gazes wistfully at the stacks of records and information.
"Perhaps afterwards we can donate the stuff to the town."
"I agree; we can stop by for paperwork to look through on our way out. Shall we continue our search? That room on the left, perhaps?"
This stark room contains a low bench against the north wall. On the west wall, beneath three barred windows is an old rotten desk. In the corner to the south, a brass brazier lies on its side, surrounded by several rusty branding irons.
Peredur will try to look out the windows to orient himself with regard to the outside.
Alzano eyes the stacks of records as well. "Probably a bit much to take back town town, huh."
"And nothing in here. Better than a roomful of zombies or something."
Iesha will scan the room for anything interesting.
"Odd. Does anyone else smell burning flesh?"
"Afraid not, Iesha. Can you tell where it might be coming from? Does it seem old or new?"
Alzano senses something is about to go horribly wrong after Iesha's statement. "On second thought, I might prefer a roomful of zombies. Least you know what you're dealing with." He tenses up, preparing for whatever is about to happen.
peredur: - dmg
iesha: - dmg
talia:
aleksandr:
There is a clatter of metal from the corner, and the four brands that had previously been resting on the rgound rise into the air, and streak across the room at Peredur, Iesha, Talia and Aleksandr. Talia ducks, and the brand clatters back to the floor after glancing off the wall. Aleksandr swats the brand headed his way and it falls still.
Iesha shouts in pain as the bran connects with her shoulder. The burn hisses and scorches her clothing, the heat reaching her skin through cloth and armor. It's damage done, the brand falls to the floor.
Peredur attempts to dodge the final brand , but as he turns away, the burning metal sinks into his neck, just below his left ear. Another shout of pain and sickening hiss of seared flesh, and the brand drops, it's sinister work complete, it's mark left. A H in decorative script, seared into his flesh.
The scent of burned flesh now pervades the room, obvious to all.
Iesha says something very rude in Varisian, then says "That hurt. What was that all about? And who all needs healed?"
She will use her third channel for the day.
"It looks like we're going to need a lot of healing here. let's do what we can while we're here today, then see if we can pick up healing potions from the chruch for the future."
She looks at Peredur's injury and default casts a cure light wounds on him.
After checking his injury and her own further she decides to use one more channel energy to try to heal him and anyone else still injured further.