Snaggletooth hauls the door open and disappears down the corridor. Shortly afterwards he returns.
"Another room. With little houses and writing on the gate." he reports proudly."
"Sounds interesting," Perigia says. "Anyone else want to join us?"
"Sure, why the Hells not?" Fairwind says wearily.
The arched grille to this vault is of decorative workmanship and features beautifully etched figures of mages sending an assortment of foes to their doom. The style is archaic, but pleasing. A carved inscription encircles the upper arch.
Through the grating you can see that the chamber is dotted with seven individual tombs. They were clearly built with love and attention with specific people in mind. Like the whole catacomb, the emphasis is very much on honouring the noble dead.
"Ya know, that's kinda what I expected. Little houses..." she mutters.
"Not much a fan of architecture here."
The arched grille to this vault is of decorative workmanship and features beautifully etched figures of mages sending an assortment of foes to their doom. The style is archaic, but pleasing. A carved inscription encircles the upper arch.
Through the grating you can see that the chamber is dotted with seven individual tombs. They were clearly built with love and attention with specific people in mind. Like the whole catacomb, the emphasis is very much on honouring the noble dead.
"Can anyone read those b****y things or should we avoid doing that?" Leo asks sounding a mite irritated after taking a look around.
Leo glances over at Perigia."It does kind of indicate they buried mages here, doesn't it?" he asks her.
"No offence but I doubt those fellows behind us are the only defences this place has," Leo points out.
"Sounds interesting," Perigia says. "Anyone else want to join us?"
"Count me in" He stretches and follows after the genasi.
Inscription
"Within this vault lie honoured mages, proud defenders of Saharelgard's might. Enter with heads lowered in humility and awe. Their wisdom shall live forever."
Cronin reads the inscription aloud.
Cronin reads the inscription aloud.
History (1d20+7=20)
"So we keep our heads down to avoid being hit by neck level traps or we keep our eyes peeled for ankle biters?" Leo asks Cronin.
"Why do I get the feeling that if we ignore searching this place we're going to end up heading back here later looking for something we need?" Leo asks nobody in particular.
Snaggletooth follows Cronin like a shadow, imitating his every move as the party move into the vault.
Brujo shivers at the sight of the tombs. Too many times had he helped construct them for Thay's ever growing undead.
As you enter the chamber, bright light flares from the lamps beside the tomb doors. The effect is startling. Altough it will soon pass, Perigia, Caine and Fairwind are blinded for this round.
Brujo, Leo and Cronin, having heeded the warning on the door allow their eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness and are aware that they are not alone. From around the corners of the tombs, zombies are approaching. Once upon a time they were dark creepers. Now they are merely doomed souls, locked in their bodies and the nearly witless slaves of whoever created them.
Even blindness cannot stop Perigia's unerring aim and her attack causes the zombie to freeze, breaking open fresh wounds in the already damaged corpse.
Brujo glances wildly around, waiting for the opportune moment to make his attack.
Even blindness cannot stop Perigia's unerring aim and her attack causes the zombie to freeze, breaking open fresh wounds in the already damaged corpse.
Brujo glances wildly around, waiting for the opportune moment to make his attack.
"There's a zombie over there to my right I'll take care of that one if you can keep an eye on the others for a moment, please Fairwind?" Leo asks the ranger.
Leo lashes out at Zombie 2 and Kelemvor guides his hand.
"Keep an eye!?! You danged idiot! I can't see!"
"Keep an eye!?! You danged idiot! I can't see!"
As with Perigia, being blinded does not noticeably slow Fairwind down and her trusty longsword inflicts further damage on the zombie.
Leo lashes out at Zombie 2 and Kelemvor guides his hand.
"Snaggletooth, back out."
Cronin moves to H18, hoping to get perspective on the other zombies he can hear.
"What the hell is happening?! I'm blind!"
"Just aim for the sounds of shambling," Perigia tells him.
As the companions stagger in the sudden light, Cronin's forethought proves its worth. Snaggletooth backs obediently away. Two more zombies round the corner and lurch into the hapless Commander, a beam of holy light strikes Z1 firmly in the chest. The divine light seems to cause it extra pain.
It's not enough to halt the creature's advance and Zombie 1 engulfs Commander Caine in a hideous parody of a loving embrace. Zombie 3 slams brutally into the helpless warrior.
Zombie 2 is nearly on its knees, but manages to grab Leo in response to his challenge.
A new and most unwelcome sound assaults your ears. Even as the blindness lifts, you see the doors of some of the tombs opening and skeletons emerge wielding rusty longswords. From above you hear a spiteful chuckle and a bolt of necrotic energy flies past Cronin's head.
Fairwind curses, "Bhaal's Bloody Balls! I knew this was a bad idea!"
"We are so screwed," Perigia mutters under her breath.