I'd want to be close to the revenant, so place Tomaru in L10 please.
Cast Bless.
Lucian will stand in front of the group and readys the hammer ready to pummel his enemys! He looks at Tomaru and his wondering gaze says... wich fell undead sound that way?
Lym runs after Tomaru.
"Revenant!" she shouts. "If those rats get at the lot of us, you won't be able to enact your revenge! Pay attention!"
To Rhianni, she shouts: "Use the scroll I gave you if you fear you'll be overrun!"
Rhianni hesitates a moment seeing the rats, nasty black squirming vermin, but follows after her friend Lym. "Right, I'll remember that." she replies to Lym.
Praxim moves to L7, readying his rat-dicer, I mean, curve blade.
. Lucian will wait for Lym to start her fireworks and then act.
"Curses!" Lym growls, and she pushes past the others. "Lucian! Get back!"
The Wizard throws a hand forward, and a tiny spark of light flies towards the rats -- then expands into a roaring sphere of devouring flames!
The revenant ignores everything else going on and continues to pound the door.
Round 1
Lym's fireball explodes and incinerates the swarms, leaving behind the burnt remains of many of the rodents and causing the remaining rats to disperse.
Tomaru steps back and lets it spend its impotent fury.
Rhianni watches and asks, "Do you think we could open the door for her, she's having trouble?"
"I only studied this spell once for the day," Lym sighs. "Seems a shame to spend it so soon, but... Hostes semper salutata sum."
"There is... resistance," Lym says, frowning behind her veil. Arcs of bright energy flare around her hands as she extends them towards the door. "Need to... push."
Rhianni sees the magic encompass the door and watches.....
The door opens.
This room looks to have once been some sort of arcane workshop, although little remains but broken glassware, shattered jars of pottery, that contain dust and mold, and several rusty instruments and tools. A row of soggy books sits on the northern end of a workbench along the western wall. At the other end of the workbench, what looks like three iron birdcages sit, each containing a dead diseased rat. To the east, two stained-glass windows loom. The northern window depicts a thin man with gaunt features drinking a foul-looking brew of green fluid, while the southern one shows the same man but in an advanced state of decay, as if he had been dead for several weeks. His arms raised and head thrown back in triumph, his rotting body turns to smoke and spirals into a seven-sided box.
"A laboratory dedicated to undeath," Lym whispers, her voice quietly horrified. "The process of becoming a lich..."
Follow the undead monster.
Lym at least tries to get a look at the books' titles, provided she can do so without tripping any magical traps that she can detect.
Rhianni slows as she goes through the room, "Praxim, is there anything evil in here, other than that ghost we follow?" she asks unsure about the room. She nervously looks around the room as she makes one foot follow the other and go through the revolting place.
Praxim obligingly resumes scanning once the door is open.
The undead continues through the other door, into a hallway.
books. Make a Will save.
Praxim nods grimly at the way ahead.
Rhianni momentarily stops and takes a pace towards the book shelves, staring at the books. She shakes her head, blinking her eyes, "Umm, the books ... they might be very interesting ... I might just ..." she stops.
Lym takes Rhianni's wrist in a grip that is gentle, but subtly communicates that it can become very firm on a moment's notice. "You seem out of sorts," she says. "Perhaps we had best leave those where they are for the nonce."
Do you do anything else in this room?
Following the revenant.
Rhianni shakes her head as her mond clears and she comes to her senses. She seems quite shocked and surprised at Lym holding her wrist, "Please!" she says annoyed as she shakes her wrist free from Lym's restraining hand. "Let us continue" she says sternly, as she follows Tomaru, but she can't help but turn back and give a quizzical look at Lym.
"You seemed... absent," Lym says, shrugging as she follows the others. "I thought to prevent... accidents."
Piles of broken stone, dirt, and a few ruined pickaxes line the edges of this room. The floor in the middle of the room has been torn up to reveal an ancient set of stone spiral stairs, obviously of much older construction than the surrounding basement, winding deep into the bedrock below. A foul stink, like that of rotten meat, wafts up on a cold breeze from the darkness.
Make a Will save.
"Ye gods!" Lym gasps, recoiling, her hands rising...
Cast Light spell on my starknife and follow into the darkness.
Rhianni stops looking back at Lym, "What is it?" she asks with trepidation in her voice, for Lym seemed a strong woman, not prone to sudden bouts of fright.
"I s-saw Aldern," Lym says. "He was digging, maddened. Something about... someone, I do not know who. He broke through into the next room and ghouls seized him. We are in danger!"
Praxim, his hackles raised, steps forward to lay a comforting hand on Lym's arm.
"It's not real. It's a memory."
Lym suddenly jerks and thrashes in the air, as if she were being shaken by a mob. Deep, red claw and bite wounds appear on her flesh.
Ryvin starts to shriek, arms and hands flailing as if to fend off an enemy none of the others can see. Her flesh is torn, and bright red blood falls on the floor.
"Help me! Get them off of me!"
"Desna, give new life to these weary travelers, bring light into this darkness." There is an outporing of butterfliess. The spiral outward fluttering by each of us as they go.
Channel Positive Energy healed.
Praxim, his hand already on her, channels his own energy into her.
Lay on Hands:
Rhianni looks shocked at Lym's thrashing, she runs to Lym's aid, calling on the her clan's protection, a golden glow moves from her to Lym, such that she seems encompassed by the golden aura of protection. She looks around into the air trying to feel the evil that has attacked her. "It's alright Lym, quiet now, we are here to help you fight this evil."
Nothing else happens in this room, but the revenant has gotten a lead on you and disappeared down the staircase leading below.
The stairs end in a limestone cavern. The walls drip with moisture, and swaths of black and dark blue mold grow in spiraling, tangled patterns on the floor, and a rhythmic sound - as of the breathing of some immense creature - echoes through the cave through three tunnels, one to the north and two to the west. Of the two western tunnels, the southernmost one seems to be a relatively new creation.
It's dark down here, but it sounds as if the undead woman has gone down one of the western tunnels.
"Luces pendantes saltantes inflammo" Lym mutters, producing four hovering orbs of light. "Arcanum video."
The Wizard still seems shocked by what happened to her in the previous room, but she is moving and casting, her aspect grimly determined. "Lead the way."
"We have to catch up with that thing. Tomaru casts Longstrider on himself and Light on his starknife. "I don't suppose someone can tell us which way it went?"
Lucian examines the floor under Lym's light, then points down the middle path. "It went that way."
Tomaru goes 'that way'.
Lym follows along, but keeps her senses open for even the least sign of danger, her cantrip to detect magic still active.
Several steps up the path, you hear horrific screams and moans and the sounds of clubbing blows from the darkness further up, though you still can't see the revenant.
You're heading west from the staircase.
Time for a Shield of Faith in addition to the Light on my Star Knife. Keep moving towards the sound, but not rushing.
Praxim, what can you tell is going on asks Rhianni of the holy warrior, as she follows the strong men west.