The half elf turns around and points back the other way for people who followed him to let him by so he can scout around the other way as well. He goes down the south hallway until he gets to the next western hallway and follows that to the end to see where that might lead.
Rale nervously awaits news from Bruden. He tries hard to conceal his emotion, still smarting from that rake across the face. He seems a bit shocked as he quiets his mind to achieve greater clarity and to focus on the task at hand. Eager to dispatch this menace and report all that he has seen to Father Prasst.
Tyr waits with Rale and Cobblebarn for Bruden to signal them to move ahead.
I kind of hope the skeletons we fought yesterday are the worst this place has to throw at us. he says softly to the two waiting with him.
I hope you're right, but my guess is that whatever person or entity created those skeletons is the worst this place has to offer. If we're lucky, they're long gone by now.
Yeah, me too.
There is another door down the second western hallway. It appears to be unlocked and untrapped. The moaning/wailing is still coming from the southern hallway.
He was about to open the western door when the moaning hit his ears again. He couldn't just ignore it. The half elf whipped his head around and looked with concern at his companions. He went past them and down the southern hallway, but cautiously to see if it were a trap.
Bruden finds no traps, he comes to yet another door. The moaning is clearly coming from the other side. There's no visible locking mechanism on the door.
Do you really believe that who ever caused this is already gone Master Cobblebarn?
Bruden beckons to the group to get them to come through this door. When they are ready, he will open it.
Bruden puts his shoulder into the door to try to get it open.
Do you really believe that who ever caused this is already gone Master Cobblebarn?
The gnome shrugs. I've seen a lot of bad things in my time to hope for much good luck, but I'm still alive after all these years, so I suppose there's a lot of luck involved with that, huh?
He motions everyone to close in with Bruden.
I'll let you strapping young men figure out how to break this door down, but whatever is on the other side is going to be aware of us when you do. I might be able to give us an advantage for a second or two, though. Remember, this fog is NOT real. Just don't tell that howling thing past the door, ok? Good luck, everyone.
Tyr takes his place behind Rale's armored form and waits for Bruden to get the door open.
[ooc]so we will no that the fog is not really, but won't it still obstruct our vision, and would it be better to make an illusion of say a bunch of soldiers, or a swarm of bugs or something?[/b]
Rale moves quickly next to Bruden after getting his equipment ready to help open the door.
After shoving against the door, Rale thrusts his hand into his spell pouch to prepare to cast if necessary.
"The mournful wailing grows louder with each step toward the door at the end of this musty hallway. There are a host of bones strewn on the floor here, many of which are cracked and broken."
Bruden fiddles with the lock for a bit, then gets it open . He tries to open the door to find it stuck, so he gives it a good shove. At the same time Malzuket fills the hallway with an illusory mist.
The door cracks open a couple inches under Bruden's shove. Enough to admit the crossbow bolt that comes flying out into his face.
It misses him. The sound of a crossbow being reloaded can be heard, and the wailing grows only louder and more frantic.
Rale grasps the stones in his spell pouch, muttering something to himself transforming them into magical ammunition.
Rale hurriedly loads his sling in anticipation for the trouble awaiting them on the other side of the door.
Bruden bangs the door again, flinging it wide open. He follows the sound of the loading crossbow and gets right up in their face with his mace.
Bruden's stout shove pushes it open wider, but still not enough to get through. He can now tell there's a bunch of stuff piled against the other side of the door, barricading it. One more good shove ought to do it. Another bolt is fired out at him.
Malzuket shouts over the din: Who's there? We are villagers of Kassen, seeking the Everflame, and we mean no harm to other honest folk.
Ready your hammer Tyr, looks like we're going in.
"Tricksy lies!"
"Tricksy lies!" comes the wailing voice from within the room, to the accompaniment of the sound of the crossbow being reloaded.
Honestly, cease fire, we're here to assist you!
Rale yells following Malzuket's lead, hoping to at least gain insight on the situation.
Bruden puts another shoulder into the door, irrespective of the voice's wishes. That moaning had to be accounted for.
The door swings open to reveal a small room full of supplies, a disheveled man crouched on the floor clutching a crossbow. His wide wild eyes and unkempt brown hair mark him a madman. "No bones!" he states in apparent shock.
No, no bones. Tyr replies. Now We would really appreciate it if you would put down that crossbow.
Tyr holds his pole hammer ready to attack if the man goes to fire the crossbow again.
He fumbles it on the the ground, and begins backing away. "Rasping grasping bones, they came! Lies, lies, are you a lie?"
Where is your waterskin? I will fill it with fresh water for you. We also have food. Are you hungry? Rale asks sincerely giving him time to answer. What is your name? I am Rale.
"I have foods!" he says pointing to some supplies in the room. "I am Roldare. You're really real Kassen?"
Cautiously, Rale inquires, Where are you from Roldare? Rale is hoping that he can buy the party some time to gain their bearings, survey the room and hopefully gain some more insight about the crypt.
"Kassen..." He creeps cautiously foreward, and pokes Rale in the knee. His eyes go wide when the finger hits a real object. "Can you help Dimira? Can you find her?"
Of course we will help you. Can you tell us anything about this place? It is not in the state that we expected it to be in.
Tyr steps back to be less threatening and let's Rale handle the conversation with the crazy man.
"Since you are no trick of the dead one...ok. The angry bones came, and slashing and rending. Blood, blood, blood there was and screamings. Dimira, dear sister, gone, GONE! The dead one who speaks took her away."
This "dead one who speaks", what does he or she look like?
What does Dimira look like?
Malzuket looks to the others: Who knows how long Roldare has been cooped up here? Perhaps we should escort him back to the entrance and give him some supplies to return to Kassen. He could deliver news of what happened here to the mayor. Of course, we might want to write down a note ourselves so the townsfolk believe him. He seems a bit...distressed at the moment.
I don't believe he would make it to town in his present state. Rale responds, disheartened to Malzuket.
Roldare, what equipment do you have that could help us find Dimira?
Do have any healing potions, extra armor or a cudgel perhaps?
"The dead one is bones in ancient mail. Dimiria is a beautiful girl, she's my sister. I'm not going! If you go to find Dimira you can have this stuff, and my crossbow." He says pointing to the things in the room.
Rale searches the room looking specifically for healing potions or scrolls.
or anything else that may be useful.
After completing a thorough search of the room Rale asks Roldare, Which way did your sister go?
After hearing Roldare's response Rale poses a question to the group, Gentlemen, a consensus?
There are a number of bedrolls here, a pair of bullseye lanterns with 4 flasks of oil, 5 days’ worth of rations, and two potions of cure light wounds that are labeled as “healing.” The crossbow he offered you is clearly masterwork.
"The talking dead one took her! You need the keys and the shields. You also need to swim. I can't remember...." He just trails off in the middle of his sentence, staring off into space.
The Lanterns, oil, and Crossbow maybe useful. That Crossbow is better than mine. Tyr says motioning at the one slung across his back. we should leave the rations and bedrolls. No need for those and we don't want to weigh ourselves down too much.
