Garen engages the next foe!
Garen and Boris make quick work of the third wight, taking it out before it gets a chance to move!
Once more, the party hears the tell-tale sound of a sarcophagus opening, this time to the south!
Garen will move up to it and then ready to swing Flametongue.
Em keeps up the raging song and heals someone who is hurt.
+4 if you are raging
Boris and Garen blast the last wight, cutting it down!
As the last wight goes down, a moaning begins to issue from the central sarcophagus! Moments later, a ghostly creature that is little more than a dark shape with two flickering pinpoints of light where its eyes should be issues from the coffin!
"That is a wraith. Only magical weapons will effect it."
Garen points Flametongue at the creature and fires off a bolt of fire.
[dice=Religion]1d20 + 4
"That is a wight. Only magical weapons will effect it."
Garen points Flametongue at the creature and fires off a bolt of fire.
[dice=Ranged Touch]1d20 + 9
4d6
Emraeal pulls out a scroll and reads it, keeping the charge in his hand as he moves up to touch the creature.
Garen catches the wraith before it is able to react and blasts it with a fire bolt!
Emraeal reads from a scroll and touches the wispy form, damaging it, but it seems to resist the full effect!
Boris punches at the wispy form, but his bear-like fist passes right through it!
Shozole will full-defence and move away towards the door (given the difficult terrain! "Yes! No! Invincible!" 20 touch with full D and 10ft move.
Seeing her companions go on the defensive, Maffei steps over and attacks with both blades out. "Do not despair!" She says in a whispering voice as she stabs at the wraith.
Both of her magical blades cut through the wispy form!
Emraeal keeps up the raging song for a little longer. He pulls out a wand of lightning bolt but then goes into a defensive stance to wait and see if the tide of battle turns.
plus Con.
The undead tries to touch the shae, but misses!
Garen steps up and swings Flametongue.
Emraeal gets out a wand!
Garen swings and hits the creature with his flaming blade!
The shae swings twice, but only connects once!
plus
The wraith attacks Maffei, but misjudges the wavering form and misses!
Garen keeps swinging at the foul undead.
Garen strikes the creautre once more with his flaming blade, and Maffei follows up with another strike as well.
plus
The wraith attacks the shae once more and once more misses!
Garen then lunges for a final strike.
With a final mighty blow, Garen cuts through the wraith and it dissipates into a wispy cloud!
Searching the room, the party finds within the main sarcophagus on a skeletal knight a mnemonic vestment. Its bony hands still clutch a maximize metamagic rod. On the left hand is a platinum wedding band set with a ruby worth 1,250 gp, and on the right a ring of force shield. The body wears a pair of slippers of spider climbing on its feet.
Emraeal finishes his chant and then leans against the wall, panting and out of breath. He stows his wand. "Phew! We were lucky to have you, Maffei. Thank you. I was ineffective in that ordeal, I am sorry. I will be better prepared."
"Perhaps we should go take a rest before continuing. I am exhausted."
After vanquishing the undead, the party finishes searching the tomb. Going back to the stair not taken, the party finds themselves in Tula's tomb. This huge, elegant domed chamber houses a single marble sarcophagus at its western end. A mosaic of a black dragon decorates the floor. The ceiling is covered by a vibrant fresco of armored soldiers fighting a host of dragons, with a blonde woman of noble mien at the center, rallying the troops with her sword. In circular alcoves to the north and south stand life-sized statues of this woman, standing in a pose of triumph over the head of a defeated dragon.
As you enter, you hear a voice. “And who might this be? A new generation of dragonslayers sent to gather my treasures? I sense this among your thoughts, yet I was going ask a favor that will prove your worth to me, but I sense you have already accomplished it. My husband’s spirit was unquiet in his tomb—he lingers out of guilt for my death. Since you vanquished his shade, will you return to me, his wedding band? If you do this, I shall grant you my blessing to take up arms from this crypt.”
Handing over the ring, Tula instructs the party to take all items within the tomb to aid you on your quest.
Leaving the tomb, the party rests and readies themselves before heading to the monastery. After a bit of a trek, the monastery comes into view.
Eight weather-worn statues in various martial poses flank a tiled patio leading up to the monastery’s gate. The weathered, iron gate is ajar. A guardhouse lies to the north, and three narrow arrow slits face ominously southward from its facade.
"Yes. Honor loot ring, for returning. Will find new gift to become king. Yes. Maybe dragon head? Yes? Do not want married, anyways. Want kingship. Yes. Many eggs. Yes."
"Many thanks. We will honor you greatly by slaying this evil dragon."
Emraeal graciously accepts the sword.
Eight weather-worn statues in various martial poses flank a tiled patio leading up to the monastery’s gate. The weathered, iron gate is ajar. A guardhouse lies to the north, and three narrow arrow slits face ominously southward from its facade.
Garen will check out the guardhouse before anything else.
Emraeal detects magic as the party moves closer and takes his time checking the statues and the gate.
Emraeal finds nothing of particular interest about the statues and the iron gate is slightly ajar, but mundane.
Garen approaches the guardhouse to investigate. As he nears, a reptilian voice calls from one of the arrow slits. “You there! You here with the money? Where is it? Show us! Lord Aeteperax is impatient!”
"Who is asking? Show yourself."
"Yeah right! We ain't stupid!" The voice shouts back. "Your not in a position to negotiate. Do you or do not have the money!"
"Well I suppose we should leave then since you obviously do not want the money." Garen says turning around.
There's a pause and you can here several voices arguing within the building, then the voice says. "Shows us the coin!"
Garen takes out a bag of coins and shakes it a bit so they can hear the money before stowing it again.
"Yes. All our fancy things we wear. We clearly don't have coins. Yeeeees." Shozole attempts his hand at sarcasm to help.
"Really now, let's handle this exchange properly. Come out and deal with us face-to-face."
The party hears some furtive whispering coming from the guardhouse, then the voice says. "Fine, go talk to “Aeteperax’s pet human” in the courtyard. Just follow the tiled path east past the fountain and you’ll see him, but no funny business or we’ll come and shoot you all!”
Garen will follow the directions silently.
Following the directions, the party passes through the ground toward a courtyard. The monastery grounds are exquisitely sculpted. Manicured lawns, well-trimmed trees, and a serene reflecting pool all give the place a peaceful air. As you pass the across the grounds, a singles bell begins pealing.
Moving into the courtyard, a single sycamore tree grows in this idyllic courtyard, and a wooden veranda along the courtyard’s edges provides shade and shelter from the elements. Sitting on a large rock in the northwest corner of this courtyard, is a tired-looking man wearing a red hat with a blue feather. The hat that was worn by Clausyre at the auction. He looks up as you approach. “I had a feeling you’d be the ones coming here. Did the baroness manage it? Have you brought the ransom? Gozreh’s bones, where is it? I pray the beast will be satisfied—my wife’s life depends on it!”
"Does the dragon have her? Where is he?"
"Aye he has her. Basically keeping her and me, in turn, as hostage. The dragon stays in a large cavern north of the monastery....but did you bring the ransom?"