Shirish pulls her longsword as part of a move action and five-foots to D3 and attacks the slave at C2 that threatens the lithe man who is playing with jars in the middle of combat.
Chitleen shouts out his request leaving Cortos battling to restrain himself, unfortunately elves touching him pushes him over the edge and he moves in attacking the dead slave around the corner. Flustered, he misses badly.
The Vudran elf launches his bomb striking the dead man and splashing the others although the one in back manages to avoid most of the effect. Shirish steps forward cleaving through melting skull to bring down one of the dead things. Its companion slams her with a powerful blow The long dangling black..tongue? that hangs from its lower jaw whips out at the Shirish just missing as she dodges in time.
The two remaining creatures move in on the dwarves. The well protected priest easily weathers the assault behind his shield, but the flustered barbarian is hit hard by a flailing limb. The black tendril-like tongue narrowly misses him as he recovers from the blow.
"What in the Nine Hells are these things?" Shirish yells as she deftly dodges a disgusting black tongue.
Daeron takes a step into the doorway whilst drawing his bow, loosening off an arrow at the monster North of Jerrand.
ranged attack:
damage:
He looks at the creatures attacking them, racking to put a name to the beings.
If I do not recall what it is, it may be undead, alas my studies were sorely lacking in this regard.
Daeron's shot bounces off of Jerrand's helm startling the dwarf.
ARGH! What the hell was that Daeron? Stop giving me bad luck! Cortos attacks the creatured that damaged him.
Well, rage-warrior, you can rub off whatever you think is on you with yon dwarf priest. While you are at it ask does he know what we are fighting?
Being out of the main melee, Daeron calls out over the din.
Round 2:
Stepping forward, Chitleen lashes out with his talwar...
Longsword: for
...missing the creature he aimed at.
As he attacks, he tries to discern the creature's nature...
Knowledge (Dungeoneering):
damage
Cortos crushes another foe and Chitleen joins Shirish in her attack on this unknown form of walking dead. He misses, but his attack serves to distract it so she can strike it down with a powerful blow from her blade.
Jerrand's shield thwarts the dead slave's pounding fists and blackened tongue.
Keeping his position, Daeron lets another arrow loose on the remaining undead, trying hard not to hit his allies in the melee.
ranged attack:
damage:
If the undead is not de-undeadified by Daeron's arrow, Cortos will attack him in his next round.
A feathered shaft appears in the dead half-orc's gut a moment before it falls to Cortos' axe.
Cortos drops out of rage, and rests with his back on the column of the room. He's badly hurt, and examines his wound. That was too careless. One of these days, ye gonna die and ye would have bloody deserved it.
Sheathing his talwar temporarily, Chitleen moves to the bodies of the slaves in turn - checking for possessions or anything untoward...
Perception:
"Their origin is beyond my knowledge also... but no matter. Now that the way is clear we should press on." before pausing and looking at Shirish and Cortos "You bleed..." he states simply.
The slaves weren't terribly well dressed when they were living and now their clothes have become rags. They possess nothing else. Their lower jaw has been broken away and the black tentacle-like tongue appears to originate from the roof of their mouth.
Daeron wills the small humanoid shaped glow to edge nearer the fallen undead. Using the light provided, the mage inspects the corpses wondering if the half-orcs are known to the free warrior.
Let me at least see what are the perils of the place if we are to go further, should I better prepare for what is to come.
More pleasant to see your handiwork in color is it not?
After getting his satisfaction, Daeron remains at the rear and keeps his spell effect to avoid any surprises from behind.
Aye Chitleen, I do. Nothin' new under the sun, then...
Jerrand recognizes that these undead moved with the same jerky awkwardness of a typical zombie, however, they were less resilient and much quicker than a typical spell animated corpse. Then there's the wierd black tentacle emerging from the mouth which he can't explain.
The gallery of basalt pillars opens in the center of the 60 foot wide chamber and another opening leads to the west (top of the map).
Perception:
The next chamber resembles the last, but is half as deep. Directly opposite the entrance is another alcove with a statue. This statue resembles a featureless humanoid five feet tall and shaped from obsidian glass. Faint motes of light float in the black glass statue in spiral and disk shapes.
Upon entering the room a glowing hieroglyph appears overhead and the statue speaks in Ancient Osiriani.
Will save:
Chitleen stops just after the entrance to the chamber, eyes fixated on the statue and head held in an angled position.
Eh, I've seen better...
Shirish stands still and gazes at the shiny sparkly thing. "It's... full of stars."
Chitleen and Shirish suddenly stop and stare blankly at the statue barely aware of anything around them. Unfortunately, two more zombies take advantage of the situation and dash from behind the pillars to attack the unprepared adventurers.
Chitleen
Cortos
Daeron
Jerrand
Shirish
Zombies
More foul undead. Expected in a crypt, I suppose. How silly of me.
Rueing the fact he missed to memorize Disrupt Undead, Daeron casts Dancing lights in the form of 4 orbs to spread out into the corridor before readying his bow.
Will Save:
Snapping out of his stupor at the approach of the walking dead, Chitleen steps forward and delivers another vial of burning acid.
Ranged Touch: for -
Sergeant Hulka: Lighten up, Francis.
Shirish Charges undead mook on the left.
Quickly returning from their journey across the universe, Shirish and Chitleen snap into action at the appearance of the black tongued zombies. Shirish charges her former fellow slave hacking off an arm as Chitleen's bomb strikes the column spraying the dead thing with corrosive chemicals.
Daeron's glowing spheres illuminate the chamber revealing strange frescos painted on the walls surrounding the obsidian statue.
For some reason I can't see the map so I'll attack the nearest enemy.
Cortos pushes past Chitleen to attack the smoldering zombie. His axe swing falls short, but he manages to dodge the haphazard swings of the dead man and the darting tongue.
On the other side of the room, the one-armed ex-slave stumbles as it weakly swings with its remaining arm, however the long black tongue dangling from its jaw latches onto Shirish's arm. Its slimy cold touch leaves her feeling draining and weakened as if it is drawing her energy away.
Swiftly Daeron rushes over behind Chitleen, before bending the bow and firing off at the zombie attacking Shirish.
ranged into melee:
damage:
Round 2:
Chitleen hustles around the pillar to flank the creature with Cortos.
Shirish Round 2
Shirish continues to hound the undead before her, having made no attempt to move, she now has access to her full round attack. Unfortunately, though her movements are unpracticed and Shirish's swings are wild.
Jerrand and Chitleen hustles into flanking positions as Shirish manages to shake her chill enough to smash into the dead slave with her shield. The battered corpse finally drops with Daeron's arrow embedded in its eye socket leaving Cortos struggling with the last zombie creature.
Here goes nothin'...
Fickle fortune has turned on Cortos as the undead lunges under the powerful axe swing. Its heavy arm strikes Cortos squarely on the head as its long, cold black tongue laps over the falling dwarf.