Jorgo listens to the guy he just rescued “Could’ve told me before, you smartguy!” he swaps weapon, grabbing poor, unlucky Votun’s Morningstar to attack the skeleton.
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Sigrun's mighty hammer swing connects and crumbles the skeleton. A gong-like sound comes from it's helm as the massive instrument connects.
The remaining skeletons all shirk in fear from Kirridell's holy pulsations. The bones begin to disconnect and clatter to pieces on the floor.
Suddenly, two more skeletons burst in from the door by Oliver. He squeaks as he looks at them and sees a frosty blue aura surrounding them. Intense cold radiates from the bones.
Jorgo, runs over while quipping at Oliver and strikes with his lost friend's morningstar. His mutagenically enhanced blow crushes into the creature. The shield arm breaks into splinters and the armor crumples, dropping the skeleton.
Oliver is surprised to see the skeletons appear behind them, but based on the actions he is reminded of another interesting tidbit. "Oh positive energy! Good choice Father. Did you know that it affects them due to the connection they share with negative energy being disrupted by the positive? I wonder if it is also why cold does not affect them? Which would actually make them effective shock troops for an enemy in the recent weather changes." As he prattles on, he takes a weak swipe at the one before him with his walking spear, before stumbling back from putting himself off-balance with the swing.
A good cleric (or one who worships a good deity) channels positive energy and can choose to deal damage to undead creatures or to heal living creatures.
Sigrun turns on her heel, the icy fury still driving her as she races towards the glowing skeleton, dashing into the radiating cold to strike.
Moving forward to stand alongside Jorgo, Kirridell reaches out to touch the Half-Orcs' injuries, "May Iomedae reward your honour and smile upon you"
Sigrun's mighty strike proves yet again why she is the strong and silent type. The other skeleton crumples under the weight of the blow.
All is quiet in the lodge now excepting the ragged breathing of adventurers catching their wind after a battle.
Oliver looks around at the shattered remains of so many skeletons, as well as what bandits bodies may still be lying about. "Well, other than the grisly scene, would you say the urge to escape the threat has been removed? If that's the case, there's no reason we couldn't stick around and look for any signs of what's going on and why we were captured. Maybe we can find something indicating this was to ransom the Lady." With that he begins to look the place over, for any paperwork or something of the sort that could offer insight. At the same time he uses his magic to look for any indicators his normal eyes may miss.
Seila pokes her head back in surveying the carnage. "Um, thank you?"
"Is anyone else hurt?", and then, addressing Oliver, "Sir? Your leg? Have you been injured?"
Addressing everyone, "If you feel strong enough to continue, we really need to leave...whilst we may have scared the majority of your kidnappers away, it is only a matter of time before the cold brings them back here...."
As the icy rage leaves her, Sigrun's powerful shoulders slump slightly, displaying her fatigue. "You're welcome," she responds leaning against the handle of her massive hammer, "We should get you all back to safety before more bandits come. Along with whatever is creating the walking dead"
Oliver doesn't blanche at the question, he expects people to ask more than not, "No, there's nothing your healing can do for this particular injury. I was born with a stunted limb. Do we really want to dash off without looking for clues? This old lodge has got to have a treasure trove of stories within these walls."
"Can't we just go?" The timid elf suggested. What if those skeletons were hers? Oh those poor souls she made them from if it's true."
"We're here to get you people back safely not root around a cabin."
Lady Argentea shudders a bit, "Why is this happening? Who are these people? And who are you?"
Oliver nods dejectedly at first, but his eyes alight when the Lady asks her questions "Very good queries.... that could possibly be answered with a brisk exploration....?" His voice rises and he leaves it in the air of it being a question for permission vice a statement.
"I'm no one" Seila says her voice tinged with a hefty dose of healthy fear and paranoia. "And I'm not staying another second where they tied me up in a basement where it's now raining blood and gore. Thank you for the rescue but I think a very big part of that is moving away from the place I was imprisoned."
"Agreed!" Sigrun says making for the exit.
"Um, there are footprints here that don't belogn to anybody."
"Where are the footprints leading to?", Kirridell stays close to Lady Argentea at all times.
If 'Oliver' wants to get himself killed then that really is no business of mine
Stamping his feet to keep the circulation going, Kirridell checks over towards Votun's body.
I don't suppose he'll be needing that cold iron Longsword anymore...
"We should check that out,maybe it would be safer for the Lady to stay with the lame one if he wants to search the cabin."
The enlarging spell wearing off, Jorgo feels weaker, but still galvanized by the mutagen. “Aah! Thank you, father!” says to Kirridell when the priest emanates healing energy.
“Seems ta me searching this place here can be a good idea, but I get your fear of other intruders of the rather… thin variety.” Jorgo nods towards the skeletal remains. “I wanna see if there’s anything outside ready to do nasty business.”
The half-orc gets out of the door he just came in and starts circling the lodge clockwise, looking for signs of perils.
She sighs audibly and looks directly at you, "Whaddya gonna do with me? Can I just...go? Please?"
The immediate area is pretty quiet now that the sounds of battle and death have receded.
"Um, whose that in the woods? Friends?" Seila says timidly.
"No one we know of, we should check it out." Sigrun says heading towards the bridge.
Knowledge Nature
"That creature is an Ice Mephit! A fey creature that can breathe ice and heal faster in freezing weather. They hate fire. If we are going to move we'll need to do it now. Sigrun says as she straps the lucern hammer back across her back and draws the cold iron longsword, fitting her shield on her left arm.
nature
"Oh. Good to know. Does that mean we're running away from it now?"
"When do we head back? I am frozen to my very core and I have no doubt the Lady Argentea and our new friends would rather be somewhere warm?"
Seeing noone in the lodge, Oliver scratches his head on what to do next.