As Borondon approaches the stone boxes, an unearthly shriek echoes through the room.
Initiatives Rd 1:
Svetla: 24
Navorn: 23
Divel: 22
Ingrahild: 19
Merzhan: 19
Borondon: 19
Sondergang: 17
Shrieking thing: 6
The shriek seems to have come from the ceiling of the room.
As the party looks up at the ceiling three nightmarish forms are revealed. What looks to be a trio of bat-winged severed heads hang upsidedown from the rough ceiling. They unlatch several small tentacles and drop towards the party
Divel shakes his head and his elven mind does not succumb.
Then he takes a pot shot at one of the falling nightmarish heads. before stepping five foot to one side to give others more room.
The piercing shriek leaves Svetla unfazed. Deliberately, she steps fowards the winged tentacled heads and swings her weapon.
Fort Save 12.
Ingra's brow frowns in a steely resolve, "Foul beasts your taint shall not stain these honored halls any longer, companions, take comfort knowing these entities will soon be destroyed!"
Daughter of Tharkad-Kul
All allies in a 20ft radius of the "daughter" including the daughter herself gains a +1 bonus to their saves vs fear and death effects; while in the Halls of Tharkad-Kul.
"A mother's gentle word is often enough to sooth her children"
Yay my trait comes into play!
Svetla swings and splats one of the winged horrors flat against the wall. Borondon's javelin spears the second clean through, dropping it from the sky. The third is hit by Divel's arrow. It screeches, but doesn't drop, it flaps about the ceiling, unwilling to drop further. Ingra's aura seems to glow as she gathers positive energy about herself to cheer her comrades.
Navorn steps into the room but is unable to reach the last beast.
The burst of fire sizzles against the ceiling, just missing the flapping horror.
"Abomination..." roars the priest hurling a glowing green globe of acid towards the creature and hitting it square on the mouth, "...begone and befoul these halls no more"
The globe hits the flapping creature square in its carnival-horror face. It shreiks, dropping to the ground and dissolving into a noisome mess.
The room is quiet again
Navorn will move toward the middle and scan for danger
Navorn moves slowly, stray bits of broken crockery crunching under his feet. The room looks fairly empty. He notices a few drilled holes in the far western wall in a pattern thet could indicate that there was wood shelving set into it at some point. There are the three closed stone containers. They have Dwarvish runes inscribed on their lids.
Borondon does over to the containers and examines the runes on the lids.
Dwarvish Runes:
Sondergang looks at the heads lying on the floor...
"Vermin of some kind ...no matter, they die like anything else".
He surveys the room.
Storage...probably not much of interest here....check the bins and we'll move on
Borondon flips open one of the lids.
The two bins are flipped over to reveal several cloth bags. One has rotted, and spills some sort of spice. The smell is nice, but the spices have been sitting about for 800 years, and are well dessicated. One bin remains
"Like it said, dry goods."
After hastily searching the first one Borondon opens the third bin, just to be sure.
The third bin seems full of rotted spice sacks as well.
"Thought as much" grunts the cleric "Divel..if you please, the next door"
Divel continues on down the corridor checking for danger as he goes.
Then when he reaches the next door he goes to work on it quickly in case another cube jumps him again.
Divel doesn't find any traps on the door. He manages to unlock the portal fairly easily.
"Sondergang, your wish..." he waves at the unlocked door as he steps back into the party.
Merzhan opens the door with his arcane force and reveals a room with several more stone containers in it like the last one.
"It looks like we have hit this areas storage rooms...still there might be something of use hereabouts....stay alert for anything trying to ambush us ..lets not get complacent"
"I suppose we should check the boxes anyways." Borondon flips open the lid of the nearest box
As Borondon flips up the stone lid, a grayish humanoid form rears up and attacks him with a flurry of claws and teeth
Claw: 1d20+3=6, Claw: 1d20+3=23, Bite: 1d20+5=9
Crit confirm claw 2: 1d20+3=11
One of the gray creatures filthy claws scores Borondon's arm
A wave of noisome stench rolls out of the stone container. The other two container lids flip up as Borondon is attacked, revealaing two other gray-skinned humanoids.
EDIT:
Borondon feels his muscles seize up
Initiatives:
Svetla: 18
Navorn: 17
Divel: 16
Ingrahild: 13
Merzhan: 13
Borondon: 13
Sondergang: 11
Gray-skinned uglies: 9
Divel shoots one of the two not engaging Borondon and then steps to one side for the others to act.
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Merzhan unleashes a sizzling bolt at the creature thet attacked Borondon. 1d20+2=19, 1d6+1=7
"Ingra, get him out of there! I will cover your retreat!"
Svetla comes rushing into the room with Xorn Claw drawn, having stowed the warhammer as the party made it's way to the next room. Svetla attacks one of the creatures.
Borondon drops to the floor, unable to move.
"Arrrrgh...!"
Initiatives:
Svetla: 18 [holding till 10]
Navorn: 17 [Inspire courage?]
Divel: 16 [arrow snick]
Ingrahild: 13 [Shielding Borondon]
Merzhan: 13 [Sizzle bolt]
Borondon: 13 [I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you ..]
Sondergang: 11 [pending]
Gray-skinned uglies: 9 [Claw/claw/bite]
Navorn strikes up his inspiring lyrics
Divel's arrow punches into the throat of one of the gray-skinned creatures, eliciting a screech from it.
Ingrahild darts forward and shields Borondon, dragging his prone form back as fast as she can.
Merzhan's firey bolt strikes Borondon's assailant, causing it to wail fearfully.
Sondergang lets out a roar...he lifts high the holy symbol he aqquired earlier and calls upon Torag to rid the halls of these creatures.
enhanced turning(holy symbol)2d6=9+DC 11 will save for half damage and resist being turned
Sondergang raises his holy symbol high. A pulse of energy waves out from his burly form. All three gray-skinned freaks wail and turn, running to the back of the room
The three undead cower at the far side of the room, unwilling to face the shining symbol in Sondergang's hands
Sondergang feels the power of his god flowing through him.
"Strike them down my friends...lay these pitiful curs to rest."
"Uhhhn...."