Tarandil begins a barrage of insults at the necromancer.
The man shakes off Tarandil's magic. The ornate stock he is holding glows for a moment before he flicks it at Dasim. Three glowing orbs fly from the tip and strike Dasim as he readies his spear again.
"Well that wasn't nice at all." Dasim says before jabbing his spear into the man's side and then stepping back to let Rrath and the others have a shot at the Lord of Lance Rock.
Tarandil continues his barrage of insults at the necromancer.
Rrath steps into the spot vacated by Dasim, and swings with an overhand chop.
My turn!
As Dasim steps back, the man lashes out with a dagger but Dasim is to fast.
The necromancer squeezes his eyes shut as blood starts dribbling from his ears. He did not even see Rrath step in and almost chop his arm off. He still stands but only just.
Mags stays back to let the others have a clear shot at the necromancer, but she stays alert for any other 'surprises' he might have shambling around the place.
Ziyad's fire finally catches all over the man's body. As the man expires, the flames turn from an orange color to a black flame floating in midair. There is a plaintive wail as the flames seem to fold in on themselves and vanish with a pop. The stick he was waving at Dasim drops to the ground at Rrath's feet.
The symbol in ther globe seems to have faded. Perhaps it was ties to ther necromancer's life. It is, however, still shedding light leading you to believe it is a magic object.
"So ends the Lord of Lance Rock." Dasim says suddenly feeling the pain in his side as the rush of battle begins to wear off. "Does anyone have any idea what that thing is?" He asks with a wary look at the still glowing globe.
You've heard of, and probably have seen, these during your time in Thay. The driftglobe is as simple as it is effective. With enough time with it you could divine the command phrase for it.
"A quick search of the place might be in order, but I wouldn't wish to linger here any longer than necessary. This isn't the most pleasant of places to take a nap."
Tarandil pauses for a moment, considering. "What's our plan to take care of the mound of corpses we found near the entrance?"
"If we are going to search then let's get it done and over with...this place still feels unnatural to me and I want to put it behind me as soon as possible!
Perception:
Searching the rest of the room you find caches of food, drink, bedding, and extra clothes in other niches behind the other draperies. There is a leather satchel heavy with coins along with a velvet sack containing two polished jet gems and an impressive specimen of a pearl.
"Well, not a bad find." Dasim says nodding at the sack, satchel, and other found items. "Even the wizard gets a few new doodads to tinker with." He adds with a grin before wincing and holding his side. "I think that last blow may have cracked a rib." He says trying to breath softly as they make their back way out of the cavern.
Hmph. Easier than I figured.
The adventures trudge out of the cave glad to be away from the rotting corpses. Magmoira leads them out of the wilderness and back to the road. The sun is starting to set as they head to town. Lucky for them the road is uneventful and they make it back to town safely.
After a quick meal and washing up, Dasim simply collapses in bed, sleeping off the wounds and exhaustion of the days dealings with the necromancer and his minions.
Rrath, too, rests heavy once he has several ales and a large meal. When he awakens, he begins to stretch, scratch, and ponder his day.
Magmoria also slides out of the Inn late at night, but she returns to the wilds outside the confines of the town. There the Firbolg girl kneels down on the ground and begins to bring herself into connection with the moon. The air about her begins to sparkle as motes of dust are suddenly reflecting the light of the moon. In a flash, the druid is no longer there. In her place, a huge wolf has appeared. The creature looks about in a bit of surprise before it's lips pull back in what might have been a snarl or perhaps a smile. With a bound, the creature heads out into the wilderness to hunt...
As the sun slowly begins to rise on the sleepy town, Magmoria awakes in a small bramble just outside of town. Her memories of her transformation are clear in her head and she gives a quick prayer to the moon for choosing her as its representative. She gets up and dusts herself off as she heads into the Inn for breakfast.
The day passes by as you go about your business whether that be searching for more rumors or flogging your loot. Mid afternoon though is broken by a tremor. A second later, four small children and the old cart they are playing on slide down into a sink hole that suddenly opens. They disappear from sight, shrieking for help.
A distraught woman runs out of a nearby house and sprints to the edge of the hole, which crumbles away, spilling her in as well. More people run from other other homes. Calls of "A rope! Someone get a rope!" and "Get a ladder!" fill the air.
Dasim wakes refreshed and with only a few slight aches and pains from the previous days exertions. Wandering down from his room to the main common room he grabs a warm mug of tea and a biscuit and then spends most of the rest of the day chatting with other travelers and listening for any possible leads on the man he is searching for. Not hearing anything of particular use he decides to take a stroll around the village and work the kinks out after sitting inside much of the day.
As he leaves the Inn, the rumble of the cave in echoes followed by the cries for help. Jumping into action he hurries to the site of the disaster in time to see Ziyad knotting the rope and dropping it into the hole.
With a nod to the Red Wizard he peers down into the rubble looking for any sign of survivors or additional loose stones and rubble before climbing down the rope himself.
Rrath follows right after Dasim.
You heroically leap into the hole barely using the rope to slow you. At the bottom you find the people that had already fallen, bumped and bruised but otherwise ok.
This wide, irregularly shaped cavern has a floor of smooth bedrock. Damp dirt and stone, with tree roots protruding here and there make up the walls. A five foot wide tunnel leads off to the north, and a stone slab -- a door with a rusty pull ring -- stands to the east. By the stone door, a couple well-used cloaks and a waterskin are on the floor.
Stopping at the edge of the pit, Magmoria's shape blurs and in her place stands a great mountain goat. It quickly hops down the ragged hole and lands beside Ziyad. She bleats and gestures for the villagers to climb upon her back. Once there she nimbly hops out of the hole.
Rrath helps the citizens into the goats back for transport, then approaches Ziyad.
Do we want to explore a little? Need a hand with that door?
Dasim works with the others to make sure all of the villagers make it out of the cave in safely. Once they are all clear he climbs back out to get a ladder and place it into the hole so there is a safer way out in case Ziyad's magic fails before they are finished exploring the mysterious door and tunnel. He then joins the others at the door.
Tarandil helps the villagers out of the pit as they climb up and once everyone is out, climbs down the ladder and joins the party.
As you all rescue the people that fell in the sinkhole, other villagers gather to watch. Among them are some of the village elders. "Get them out quickly! Let us deal with what may be down there otherwise!" Once the children are brought out they start exclaiming, " Enough! You must not return down there! The delivers must not be angered! The stones must not be moved!"
Magmoria shifts back to her natural state as the last of the villagers are brought up. As the elders speak of the 'delivers' and 'stones', Mags looks around with curiosity to see what they are talking about.
Turning from the door to listen to the old villager. Dasim laughs out loud. "Apologies, good sir." He says holding up his hand as he brings his amusement under control. "But over the last few days we've dealt with bandits, goblins, undead spirits and a rather shabby, but very busy necromancer." He says. "All things you lot were unable or unwilling to deal with on your own." His face turns stern and much more serious. "Now you wish us to believe you will handle some stone whatsits cult that has managed to collapse the center of town?!" The monk shakes his head. "No offense old one...but, no...no....I think we should take a look around. At the very least to make sure there aren't other tunnels in danger of collapsing." He then pauses giving the old man a clear, stern look. "Unless there is more you would like us to know?"