I am assuming I am unarmored because I just woke from sleep and I don't sleep with armor on.
Odirin, feel free to redo your action if you don't want to be way out in front of the rest of the party.
The wight charges forward. Odirin's prepared bolt of positive energy sizzles through the air, striking it in the chest. It finishes its charge, bellowing "Your soul will serve me eternally, spellcaster!" As he reaches Odirin, the creature slams into him, and Odirin feels his life force leeching from his body.
Ihro brandishes his kama and moves over to the wight. "Die, undead abomination!"
Gunnar stands up and prays to Torag, "Great forge-master guide the hands of these stalwart dwarves to smite this evil walking the land!"
The wight's battle cry is loud enough to wake the dead (or at least Arvanon). Gunnar prays for Torag to strengthen his companions. Thondain grabs his paired swords and stands.
Odirin grunts deep as the wight drives its hand into him. Clutching the point of impact, the sorcerer feels himself weaken. Not wanting to feel another such blow, Odirin steps backwards, behind Ihro. "Griff was right, don't let it touch you!" he says through clenched teeth. "I'd increase your size and strength, but no sense in making you an easier target..." Instead, he makes the same gesture he did seconds before, attempting to aim a ray around Ihro and into the monster.
Disrupt Undead: (attack bonus - neg level + bless - firing into melee; ranged touch)
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"What the hell was that noise Seeing the Wight Arvanon Jumps to his feet and grabs his bow. "Sorry for over sleeping my friends I didn't realize how tired I was."
Griff's grip on his earthbreaker tightens. Whispering a torag battle prayer he charges the Abomination, His eyes glow Hot red like a forge.
Reeling from the paladin's mighty blow, the wight turns to face him and tries to shove him, his palms crackling with eletric blue energy. "You will pay eternally for that, small one!" His shove misses, rendering him momentarily off balance, but he takes a step around Ihro and recovers before anyone can take advantage.
Thondain took a moment to ascertain that they weren't being flanked by any other undead before cautiously moving into assault range.
Ihro stabs and punches the wight, trying to bring the evil creature down. He focuses on his kukri to make sure it lands.
Gunnar moves toward the group and casts guidance on Griff. "May Torag guide your hand!
Ihro's fist plunges into the wight's rotting chest, and he pulls out a black gemstone that was sitting where the wight's heart should have been. It collapses at his feet like a marionette with cut strings.
Ihro holds up the gem in triumph. "Ha, damned undead. Anybody know what the worth of this is?"
Arvanon walks over to Ihro and grips Ihro's shoulder saying "Well done my friend, a fine blow against a foul enemy." Looking at the others "I'll take watch from here, don't want to miss any more of the action"
As the wight falls, Odirin blinks and laughs softly. "And here I was fretting over bestowing you with magical strength. Obviously, such was not needed!" When his gaze falls upon the strange gem, the sorcerer's eyes twinkle. [b]"In its chest...? Strange. I wonder..." He waves his hand in the air, conjuring up a divination, focusing an arcane eye on the object to check it for magical auras.
Thondain snorted at the smell the inside of the rotting body gave off when exposed to the air. "Well done indeed, brother. Surely it must be valuable, though I think its value lies chiefly among the wrong sort of people to have it. But let's move our camp away from this thing. The stink will bring scavengers." He scanned the surroundings again, more carefully this time, not trusting the thing to have been alone.
Ihro shrugs and pockets the game. "I'll sell it for something when we get the chance. Now let's get some shuteye."
"As just a gem, its worth about 200 gp regardless of it's other uses.
Sleep would be good."
Gunnar lays down to go back to sleep.
"It has some magical properties...but I cannot attest as to what they are. By my eye, you ripped it from the beast, so it's yours to do what you will with it, Ihro."
The party awakens in the morning (a little later than usual due to the night's interruption), sets the campsite in order, and sets off southeast. After a little over an hour of travel, the party reaches the ruined village they saw ahead of them yesterday. It consists of a few small, dilapidated huts and a larger building in the middle. The larger building, being made of stone instead of wood, is in much better shape than the huts. It looks like it may have been a general store or maybe a govermental building of some kind.
Ihro grunts in satisfaction. "Good, looks like we can find some reasonable people there. Maybe I won't have to rip their hearts out anyways."
Odirin points towards the larger, more intact building. "That structure there might have some supplies, if the orcs haven't made off with all of it already."
"Let's have a look." Thondain approached the stone house carefully, doing a circuit around it before trying the door. He pushed it open quickly, squinting as he looked in.
+2 for stonework
"I'll watch our backs brothers, new towns always make me uneasy." Arvanon looks out to the horizon from the outskirts of the town.
Ihro scans the area first, then leads everybody in. "Come on, won't get anything done sitting around."
Thondain pushes open the door. It creaks somewhat loudly as it swings open to reveal a large rectangular room. Carved into the back wall, barely legible given all the dust encrusted over it, is a greeting: "Thank you for visiting Kingdom depot #119. How may we serve you?" Along the right wall are a series of pegs that seem to have once held clothes of some sort (in fact, you can still see shreds of tattered cloth hanging from some of them. Along the left wall are shelves, but they're empty now. In the back right corner is the remains of a counter, torn free of the brackets that held it up on the wall. There is a door in the back left corner, which Thondain would know from his circuit of the building leads outside, and an open stairwell behind the remains of the counter.
"Any empty greeting for an empty place..." Odirin whispers. "Looks like the orcs have well and good purged this place of its supplies. Best to check upstairs, anyway, I would say."
Odirin outstretches his right hand, and his eyes turn a milky white, as if the pupils have vanished. He begins turning in place. Once he has turned so that he is facing the back corner where the counter was, he stops turning and begins staring at a spot underneath one of the brackets that once held up the counter.
Gunnar walks over to the stairwell and peers down.
As Odirin is doing his arcane recon, Gunnar decides to take a more mundane approach. He peers down the stairwell.
Gunnar shrugs his shoulders and turns to the group, "Can't see much from here. We'll have to go down, once Odirin is finished."
Thondain nods and draws his swords, just in case. "Let's see that it isn't booby-trapped."
As best as you can tell from the top, the stairwell does not appear to be trapped.
"Over there, where that counter used to be...I sense something. Notice the stones over there - peculiar. Perhaps they conceal something behind them. If I could get a better look at whatever is giving off this magical energy, I could ascertain their purpose."
Distracted from the stairwell, Thondain went over to the counter to help Odirin find whatever he was looking for. He examined the stones as well, looking for some hidden compartment that might contain what Odirin wanted.
Finding nothing, he moved back and shrugged. "I found nothing unusual, but perhaps if you were to guide us, Odirin, we could locate this magic you speak of."
Thondain observes no traps, so he pulls out the stone that isn't quite flush with the rest of the wall. Doing this reveals a small compartment in which are a vial and two rolled-up pieces of parchment. Pulling them out, he hands them to Odirin. Odirin fixes his still pupil-less eyes on the items.
Arvanon is still outside looking around for anything unusual.
Odirin speaks up: "This potion will create some kind of illusion, and this scroll," he points at one of the two, "will create a protective layer of force for those of us who don't wear armor, but I don't have a clue what this other scroll does."
Thondain nodded gravely. "A valuable find, for all that it is strange to find it left behind. Come, let us explore below."
Ihro follows behind in second.