"Harrumph. I wonder how many more of those things have squeezed their way out of the caves? Someone should tell the council, let people know they need to be on their guard."
Val greets you all warmly and responds, "No, that's the first time that's happened that I know of. My father brought it back with him after the first trip but it just suddenly started... acting up, I guess. But we should be safe now that you've taken care of it."
"Oh!" She says with a start as she puts a finger in the air. "I forgot that I scraped something together for you. They're not that powerful but I hope you can make use of these, I had Joram Kyte make them for you today."
She hands you two scrolls of cure light wounds.
The next morning a nervous-looking courier delivers a message to you: an invitation to come visit Torch's "illustrious tavern and card room," Silverdisk Hall. The invitation is from the hall's owner, Garmen Ulreth and includes certificates worth 100 gp for use in gambling and entertainment at his establishment, redeemable anytime during the next week.
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"Thanks Val, you're very kind. I swear we'll find your father. Don't worry about it."
Jorac then goes to sleep, and even though he's exhausted by the day of underground exploration, he has trouble having a restful sleep. He mulls over his master's disappearance, the strange skeletons they found, the skulks, the strangely-acting automatons. Hours go by before he sinks into sleep.
. . 1st—burning hands (Ref DC 15), grease (Ref DC 16), mage armor
. . 0 (at will)—acid splash, detect magic, disrupt undead
The following morning, Jorac is able to tell his companions about Ulreth. "Garman Ulreth, as some of you know well, is a very influential person here. Many people from Torch owe him money, in fact. It's undoubtedly the reason for his fame and influence."
"Well ain't that peachy. Exactly the sort of person I wanted sending me a little note.". Taran snorts. "I think I'd rather get myself a good nights sleep then involve myself with the criminal element."
Mefindio ponders the note for a moment. "Well, them skeletons ain't going anywhere, but Val's father might be needin' us sooner than later, aye?"
The party heads back down to the caves and makes their way to the door behind which lie the kasatha skeletons....
It seems the skeletons have been waiting out near the door for you to come back!
Mefindio ease trigger backward and readies to swings his hook hammer when the skeletons enter. "We should be able to deal with them one or two at a time from this position."
When they open the door, Taran will cast a bless spell to aid his allies.
He then readies his own attack.
Mefindio and Jorac ready for the charge of the skeletons! The first skeleton falls sideways as it moves through the greasy corridor Mefindio's attack still miss though. The one in front that fell tries to stand up shakily.
But it is unable to get up from the ground. Taran then swings and misses.
Chezwezl swings again at the skeleton!
"Hold still, you infernal, wily abomination!"
Mef and Jorac miss their targets!
Libri swings and misses! The skeleton claws back at the android from the ground!
Taran swings himself at the approaching dead.
- uh, I hope it was prone...
Chez and Trigger attack the nearest skeleton!
Jorac and Taran each take down a skeleton!
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As the skeletons move down the proverbial conveyor belt, the first one keeps its footing but Libri and Chezwezl are able to snuff it out. The next one in line falls on his bony butt but still tries to claw at Libri:
"Woohoo! It's like shooting fish in a barrel!" Chezwezl exclaims as he swings at the next skeleton.
Taran patiently waits for the next party of the conveyor belt.
The party is able to clean up the rest of the skeletons making their way down the greased corridor!
At first glance, this cold cavern presents a strange and disconcerting vista-that of a desert valley under a starless night sky. A stretch of sand covers the ground, a vista broken here and there by bits of strange, spiky shells or contorted, dead fronds that look like branches.
"What a strange looking place. Wonder what is was meant for originally? Some kind of zoo"
Libri leads the way along a path through the desert terrain and finds a short tunnel; a crisp glow of light shines from the northern wall of this cavern, although no obvious source of the light is apparent.
Mefindio follows along, astride Trigger. Coming to the tunnel, he peers around.
"Hmph Bit like an illusion. There's a door on the other side here. What a pain!"
Chezwezl squints, peering at the wall. "What!? Where?"
"Right twisted there! Some kind of technical fangled illusion. I don't know, maybe it has something to do with coherent superposition of light spells or some other mumbo jumbo. Do I look like a wizard?" the dwarf grumbles.
The doors open at a touch. The metal room beyond is brightly lit by glowing panels in the ceiling above. To the left and right, complex machines consisting of spiral tubes and nozzles twitch and hum.
"Hey now, watch that bottled lightning coming out of those glowy things! It'll bite you if you're not careful."