Dane puts his back to Mordesel, making sure that the monk doesn't get overwhelmed or surrounded. Not wishing to wake the dead if it could be helped, Dane whispers, "I'll watch your back, you watch mine, If you get into trouble, step aside and I'll get some strikes in your way."
Sion steps into the room with his blade out and stands between two of the coffins. "I think they awake to our presence. Be ready. We may be able to get them before they can stand up."
A single coffin bursts open, revealing a barnacle-encrusted walking corpse. It looks like a zombie, but is dripping with water and gives off a nauseating stench. With a gurgling growl, it rise from its coffin, wielding a vicious looking greataxe in its dead hands.
Know. Religion
If Durova can reach Sion, he will cast Guidance for plus one to hit. If not, he will cast it on whoever is closing to melee with the undead.
Seeing that the dead are rising even without the shrieker being a trigger, Dane quickly goes to work to cut down the corpse, brutally raising and lowering his weapon as he hacks at the body multiple times. Given that the warnings were that noise raised the undead, Dane does this with unnerving amounts of silence, the only noise being his accelerated breathing, and the rising and falling of the blade.
The draugr is reduced to a pile of pungent goo by Dane's attack.
The round passes otherwise uneventfully.
From the southwest corner of the room, another coffin lids bursts open, its occupant rising to its feet.
Durova liked the way this was going. He uses his ability to cast Guidance on the first warrior to swing at the zombie.
Dane continues his blistering assault, raining blows down on the newest corpse, his silence continuing.
Once again, the undead is easily slain.
After slaying all four of the undead (which arise at different times) you glance around and discover that there is little of interest in the room. The armor they were wearing is next to useless and the coffins themselves are barely intact. With some cleaning, the greataxes could be salvaged (although at present they are encrusted with barnacles.)
"Good thing they arose 1 at a time." Sion ckecks the coffins that seemed empty and then continues on. We must be close to the pendant...
Dane smirks as he shakes the fetid blood from his blade, then follows after Sion in usual fashion.
"Appreciate the warning, lad. You made it easy for us to get through that little ambush. Those undead won't trouble anyone else," Durova says with a knowing smile at the squire.
There is one other door in the room, and that leads to a corridor and ends in another door.
For the first time, you notice that the door is reinforced with iron bands and (more surprisingly) is locked. This point is moot, however, as hanging beside the door on a peg is a heavy iron key.
The inscription reads: “Serve thy master well and be rewarded.”
Well, shall we? Mordesel motions towards the door, letting Sion lead as he has been.
Dsne stares at the door somewhat agape, "Well this just seems way too simple..." Dane waves a cautionary hand to earn everyone else stand back and closes on the key, watching for traps.
Upon hopefully reaching the key, Dane searches directly and it for traps.
Not trusting his senses entirely, Dane steps back and attempts to hook the key ring into the end of his weapon, standing back as far as possible.
If he retrieves the key without incident, Dane tosses the key to Timeon.
Timeon gives Dane a surprised look, but nods obediently and unlocks the door.
Inside is a standard sized chamber with no other doors. In the room is very spartan furnished, including a wooden table and a single chair and a grubby straw bed. Some food supplies are in the corner.
As the door opens, a man is waiting for you. He is wearing the uniform of the Knights of Alerion as well as armour. He looks ready for combat, armed with sword and shield. Around his neck is holy symbol of Mitra, made from silver and sapphire
Timeon lurches forward, calling out "Sir Balin! Thank Mitra thank you are unharmed!"
The knight glances at Timeon, his frown unmoved, and then his companions.
"Timeon! Get away from those fiends!" he cries out, noticing your unholy symbols (well, that and other giveaway clues).
If not...
Init
Durova casts Protection from Good on Sion, making it harder for Sir Belin to land a blow.
Dane's smile turns wide and nearly feral as he sees the moment that he always hopes for; the moment in which he sees a man crushed as the Ireans take everything from them, that moment of hope dashed on the rocks. Dane spurs himself forward and wields his blade in a way atypical for himself, and thrusts it forward towards Timeon's midsection, looking to completely run him through.
Sion casts darkness on himself and steps toward Balin preparing to strike.
Donovan -> Sir Balin -> Mordesel -> Sion -> Dane -> Anton -> Durova
Dane rushes at the knight, but Sir Balin raises his shield expertly and blocks the blow. Durova buffs Sion, who then uses his Darkness ability, cloaking the area in gloom.
Donovan stays at the back of the group and tries to snipe Sir Balin with his cantrip.
Sir Balin lets out a roar of "For Mitra and Talingarde!" and assails Dane.
But the shadows in the room make it difficult for him to target Dane.
Durova sneaks forward and casts guidance on Dane.
Mordesel smiles a wicked smile. He reaches into his pouch, pulling the an obsidian orb from his pocket. As soon as it clears the pouch, everything goes black. Can you light him up like you did Blackerley . . . for Dane? he says as he steps into the room, going around the man to stand behind him.
Dane Cuts poor Timeon down. Sir Balin howls in anguish and attacks him...
Sion focuses on the man for a few seconds trying to determine the type of man this might be then he moves to flank.
Dane grins in response to the howl from Sir Balin. As the knight closes to engage, Dane sees an opportunity and takes it. Pulling Timeon and the Rhomphaia still embedded in the squire into position, Dane turns his back to Sir Balin, turns his head to keep an eye on him, and leverages the large sword against his shoulder, swinging it up and out of Timeon and towards Sir Balin.
"Be grateful that the boy was a fool, Sir Balin! He died quicker for it!" Uttering the taunt, Dane steps back to put the necessary distance between him and Balin and swings his gigantic sword once more.
Mordesel moves into the room, kicking at the man's legs.
Sir Balin roars in rage at Dane, following him as the Iraen warrior withdraws
"You are no Paladin, I am disappointed. I would have like to challenge a paladin."
Anton watches Timeon's surprise on meeting Sir Balin before being felled by Dane. Wasteful... he could have been of use... Ah well, no use crying over spilled blood... To the task at hand. The sickly looking noble begins to exhort his allies against the knight.
Donovan tries to snipe again
Sir Balin only barely manages to duck the incoming ray.
Sir Balin continues his tirade, focusing his rage on Dane.
But Dane easily dodges the attack.
Sion moves towards Sir Balin and calling on his connection to his god slices through Sir Balin's defences.
Sion slices through Sir Balin's armour, drawing a notable amount of blood. The warrior staggers for a moment before steeling himself with gritted teeth.
Dane is surprised by the speed with which Sir Balin keeps up with him, but keeps up the insults trying to focus all of Sir Balin's rage on himself. "Can't say I'm impressed by how you trained the lad though, such utter frailty... it was pathetic! His blood is on your hands as well!"
Dane retreats a bit further, but stays within reach to try and keep the knight focused solely on him.
Durova moves behind Dane, again using Guidance to improve Dane's attack next round.
Mordesel brings an elbow around, attempting to smash the man's face in, immediately bringing his opposite leg around to the man's side.
Donovan attacks again.
A bolt of ice strikes Sir Balin.
Sir Balin remains on his feet, despite Mordesel's barrage of blow. The knight's eyes are focused squarely on Sion, however. Although eager for vengeance, his wound has made him wary. He fights cautiously .
"I have power enough, heretic!"
He roars at Sion.
Durova, still staying out of the fray, moves behind Sion and taps him with his curative wand.
CLW
48 charges left.