"We are here! Let's go!" Florr musters the last of her strength to keep getting to the Manor.
[dice=Perception to notice anything else outside the Manor]1d20+2
[dice=Perception disadvantage cuz I'm super tired]1d20+2
You don't notice anything of note other than what was mentioned.
Rurik draws his pick from the hanger ring on his belt.
"Hrm...who do you suppose that is."
He motions to the smoke meandering out of the chimney.
"At least it'll be warm in there. Heh!"
He uses the butt of his leathered palm to wipe the snow from his eyebrows and adjusts his armor straps.
"So, do we try to peek through the windows, or do we knock?"
"We are here! Let's go!" Florr musters the last of her strength to keep getting to the Manor.
[dice=Perception to notice anything else outside the Manor]1d20+2
[dice=Perception disadvantage cuz I'm super tired]1d20+2
Super tired, Florr heads into the mansion. She looks for a place that is somewhat quiet to take a rest. She'll say hello to anyone she sees in the mansion.
"Rurik, are you resting? Can you wake me in 8 hours if I'm not awake and you are. Thank you! Erazire, make yourself at home."
When Florr opens the mansion door she is greeted by a very tall pale man with a muscular build. A thick scarf covers the lower half of his face. He is wearing thick black robes and his hood is pulled over his long silver hair. He seems taken aback, but looks her up and down, then looks at her companions. He looks up at the falling snow, sighs through his nose, and motions for them to come inside.
Inside there is a fairly large sword propped against the wall and charcoal drawings scattered around the floor.
"Florr watch out!"
Rurik sprints to the porch.
"Hi!"She offers a hand to shake on greeting."My name is Florr Hemera and I was a part of the adventuring group that cleared out this mansion. My friends and I are seeking shelter from the storm. We were in the nearby woods rescuing a friend. Do you mind if we rest here? Who are you and why are you here? Are you helping with the restoration here?"
Rurik sprints to the porch.
The man holds up open palms in front of his shoulders and shakes his head.
No fight
When he speaks his words seen to come from inside your head, like in a dream.
"Hi!"She offers a hand to shake on greeting."My name is Florr Hemera and I was a part of the adventuring group that cleared out this mansion. My friends and I are seeking shelter from the storm. We were in the nearby woods rescuing a friend. Do you mind if we rest here? Who are you and why are you here? Are you helping with the restoration here?"
He gives an irratated nod and waves her in. He hands her a rolled up piece of parchment then sits starting into the fire. He holds a finger up to his face as if asking for quiet and begins placing the scattered drawings into the flames one by one. He seems entranced.
Erazire follows Rurik, axe drawn. Seeing the man gesture that he means no harm, Erazire hesitates, waiting to hear from Florr or Rurik. "Sssay the word," he hisses.
Florr sits next to him by the fire. She is lulled into a silent stupor for a while, so tired. But she watches the man put things into the fire. She whispers, "Why are you doing that?"
"Why are you doing that?"
He pauses and looks up at the ceiling and sighs again loudly not trying in the least to hide his exasperation. He points at a book sitting next to him.
I hunt.
"Hi!"She offers a hand to shake on greeting."My name is Florr Hemera and I was a part of the adventuring group that cleared out this mansion. My friends and I are seeking shelter from the storm. We were in the nearby woods rescuing a friend. Do you mind if we rest here? Who are you and why are you here? Are you helping with the restoration here?"He gives an irratated nod and waves her in. He hands her a rolled up piece of parchment then sits starting into the fire. He holds a finger up to his face as if asking for quiet and begins placing the scattered drawings into the flames one by one. He seems entranced.
"he's casting a spell, bewitched my mind.. voices! He looks at the book. Demons?"
His body becomes ridgid and you see a large black tentacle slip out from his pack and around his throat.
Florr bolts upright. "Wha-wait-heynostop!!" she yells.
"I should not have hesssitated!"
The tentacle coming out of Ruriks backpack coils tighter around his neck. There's an audible gurgling sound.
The sounds of windows breaking to the north is obvious.
Vadym picks up his sword and moves behind Rurik. He swings the sword with both hands aiming at the tentacle. A white flash erupts from the sword as he swings.
Vadym picks up his sword and moves behind Rurik. He swings the sword with both hands aiming at the tentacle. A white flash erupts from the sword as he swings.
[dice=to hit]1d20+7
[Dice=damage if hit+ radiant strike]1d10+3 + 2d8
[Dice=extra d8 damage if it counts as a fiend]1d8
The tentacle is severed and ruptures with radiant energy before turning to ashes, a book tumbles out of Rurik's backpack as the stump of the appendages withdraws inside the book's pages.
"Ah! That book!" Florr quickly unclasps her cloak and throws it over the book. She then walks over and stomps on it, trying to hold it shut under the cloak.
"Watch your fingersss." Erazire raises his arms above his head and brings the axe down onto the book.
The is book cut neatly in half (as is the cloak) you hear a hissing noise and inky liquid leaks though the cloak.
You hear crunching.
Rurik looks to Vadym and down to the mess on the floor and sprints to the sound of the broken glass.
He lowers his stance and looks over his shield "The dead! They walk!"
You see a flurry in front of Ruriks shield with sounds of hissing and scraping from the other side.
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Something breaks on Ruriks shield and flies off towards his face, gashing him deep across the brow, blood pours into his eye.
Between Rurik's ankles crawls 3 skeletal claws. They scramble through the foyer and towards the rest of the party.
Vadym begins running towards Rurik, stopping to face the 3rd skeleton through the door. While running he flicks his wrist at the skeletons behind him and two translucent shimmering blades fly from his hand. The blades then explode into a fury of ice shards.
The blades explode - All within 5ft DC 13 dex save or take:
He faces the third skeleton and holds his blade in a ready stance. He glares into his vacant eye sockets. Vadym's eyes grow hot with anger, seemingly literally as they turn a bright orange.
Vadym begins running towards Rurik, stopping to face the 3rd skeleton through the door. While running he flicks his wrist at the skeletons behind him and two translucent shimmering blades fly from his hand. The blades then explode into a fury of ice shards.
** spoiler omitted **He faces the third skeleton and holds his blade in a ready stance. He glares into his vacant eye sockets. Vadym's eyes grow hot with anger, seemingly literally as they turn a bright orange.
The claw is imaples and becomes stiff with rigamortis and frost.
They avoid the explosion.
Florr steps up close to the remaining two claws. She closes her eyes briefly and focuses her strength and energy, then opens them and channels her spell.
She then glances towards the book to make sure she doesn't see any movement or hear any noises.
The skeletal hands shatter.
The book pieces, the cloak and inky fluid fly into the western wall. The stew swings and sloshes onto the floor in the fireplace with a loud sizzle.
You're pushed backwards.
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Vadym winces as he is pushed by the thunderwave. He holds a hand up as the energy pushes him across the floor. Ripples of energy seem to be sucked into his palm. He then grips his sword again and it glows faintly.
Range: Self
Components: S
Duration: 1 round
The spell captures some of the incoming energy, lessening its effect on you and storing it for your next melee attack. You have resistance to the triggering damage type until the start of your next turn. Also, the first time you hit with a melee attack on your next turn, the target takes an extra 1d6 damage of the triggering type, and the spell ends.
Erazire moves closer to the door, ready to attack the skeletons as they come in.
Rurik grimaces over his shoulder towards the party and Erazire in particular.
"Ready? I'll slow em down the best I can."
Rurik spins his pick backwards in his hand to use the back of the head.
The skeletons ribcage shatters and sends the rest of the limbs tumbling to the ground unmoving.
Rurik pivots out of the door ready.
The skeletons push and shove through the doorway biting and clawing looking for flesh.
One claw connects
Skeleton 6 provokes an attack of opportunity from Erazire as it bolts towards Vadym.
Skeleton 3 provokes and attack of opportunity from Rurik as it bolts towards Florr.
[dice=Opportunity on Skeleton 6] d20+5
[dice=dmg] d12+3
Your mighty axe makes short work of the animated corpse, plowing through the ribcage and leaving the remainder still.
Vadym runs around the skeleton crashing to the floor from Erazire's blow. He stands toe to toe with skeleton 1 and swings his sword downward towards its clavicle with two hands.
15 total damage (3 thunder)
He then swings upward at skeleton 9
Finally a blade of ice manifests itself in his hand and he hurls it at skeleton 10.
The blade explodes
Vadym runs around the skeleton crashing to the floor from Erazire's blow. He stands toe to toe with skeleton 1 and swings his sword downward towards its clavicle with two hands.
...........Finally a blade of ice manifests itself in his hand and he hurls it at skeleton 10.
The blade explodes
You cleave the skeleton in twain.
The second skeleton you attack loses his jawbone and a chunk of skull but still fights on.
Your ice knife misses skeleton 10 sticking in the door jamb exploding shortly after.
Skeleton 7, 11 and 10 are blasted full force with a cold concussion falling to the floor, the others are able to avoid it.
"What'sss that?!?" Erazire points at the figure emerging from the north wall.
Vadym will glance toward where Erazire is pointing but keep the majority of his focus on the enemies directly in front of him.
Vadym will glance toward where Erazire is pointing but keep the majority of his focus on the enemies directly in front of him.
You catch a glimpse of a smokey, vaporous mass. It flickers and fades but doesn't quite move the way a smoke or vapor should.
Vadym will glance toward where Erazire is pointing but keep the majority of his focus on the enemies directly in front of him.
You catch a glimpse of a smokey, vaporous mass. It flickers and fades but doesn't quite move the way a smoke or vapor should as it slowly flows out from the wall.
Florr sees the skeleton rushing towards her and musters her wits, focusing on its lumbering gait.
As soon as the skeleton is next to her, she reaches out a hand and grabs the bony wrist. Short bursts of electricity crackle on her fingertips, waiting to be released.
The crackling lightning zooms through the skeleton's bony body, sizzling up and down its bones.
Florr sees the skeleton rushing towards her and musters her wits, focusing on its lumbering gait.
As soon as the skeleton is next to her, she reaches out a hand and grabs the bony wrist. Short bursts of electricity crackle on her fingertips, waiting to be released.
[DICE=Melee spell attack for shocking grasp] 1d20 +4
[DICE=Advantage due to quickened true strike] 1d20 +4
The crackling lightning zooms through the skeleton's bony body, sizzling up and down its bones.
[DICE=Lightning damage] 1d8
The skeleton arcs electricity and burn marks appear across it's surface as it stares at you with empty eye sockets.
You recognize it. You buried it.
Erazire turns to sink his ax into the skull of the skeleton next to him (9).
Erazire turns to sink his ax into the skull of the skeleton next to him (9).
[dice=hit] d20+5
[dice=dmg] d12+3
The skeleton's skull bursts like cold glass under boiling water.