"Serves us right for trying to reason with a dead butler I suppose." Dasim says as he steps in to attack the creature with short spear and fist.
Spear and fist fly striking the specter but it doesn't seem to take as much damage as you would expect from the blows dealt.
Tarandil insults the specter over its failures in life and death.
The spirit winces and turns to Tarandil, "Wait for your turn brat. I'll get to you soon enough!"
It swings at Dasim but is obviously distracted by the insults thrown at him.
Rrath growls at the abomination.
Grrrrrrrr...
He steps forward next to Dasim snd swings his Greataxe.
Dasim feels the icy cold chill of the undying ripple through his body and just manages to maintain a hold on his immortal soul before falling to the ground.
Magmoria enchants her staff as she moves forward and slams it into the undead horror.
Attack:
Damage:
The crab snaps at the specter as the lightning arcs through the air. It plays over the apparition as its movements become jerky. Rrath takes advantage and swings his axe through the apparition, trailing a wispy substance as it clangs off the ground. There is a flash of green light as Magmoira's staff intercepts the specter. As your vision returns the specter is nowhere to be seen.
Tarandil moves up to Dasim and places a hand on his head, chanting some arcane syllables as light glows across Dasim. "Today's not your day to die." He pauses a moment, looking at where the specter was. "At least, I hope not."
Dasim's eyes flutter open as Tarandil's magic takes effect. Shivering with the still remembered cold of the afterworld, the monk slowly gets back to his feet.
"Many thanks." He says to the young bard. "I assume the undead guardian is no more. My old master would say I've learned a valuable lesson in ducking."
Ziyad thoroughly investigates the tale but finds nothing out of the ordinary. The only mystery left is the door the spectre was protecting.
Rrath, steps forward and shoulders the door the spectre was protecting.
Rrath practically blasts the door off its hinges. Beyond the rusted door is another square room, twenty feet by twenty feet, containing a stone coffin. The ceiling is cracked, allowing roots and water into the chamber from multiple points, although little collects here. At the coffin's feet is a rusty iron chest.
You see small puddles at spots at the walls but surmise the ground must be porous enough to let the water drain fast enough to not flood the room. All the moisture must be what caused all the rust on the chest and the door.
Still shivering from his near death experience, Dasim kneels down to take a closer look at the iron chest. He tries to look it over carefully for any signs of traps or other dangers.
You don't find anything unusual about the chest.
"Caution isn't the same as fear, red robe." Dasim responds dryly. He steps back from the chest while flourishing a mocking bow toward Ziyad. "But please...after you, your royal robed magicalness."
Mags files into the room with the others. She examines her surroundings as well before joining the others at the chest.
Perception:
Magmoira doesn't notice anything extra about the room.
Everyone holds their breath as Ziyad directs his magic at the chest expecting the worst. Anticlimacticly, the chest opens with a groan but no other effects.
"Huh. A bit of a let down, that was." Dasim says with a shrug and then looks in the chest.
Inside the chest you see a ruined cloth that could have once been a tabard and the sodden remains of a book.
Investigate:
Magmoria takes a look into the chest once the contents had been removed, and was ready to dismiss it as nothing special when she noticed the discrepancy in the depth.
Tapping around she discovered a loose board and within a small chamber which held a couple of items; A necklace and 2 rings.
"Here, I found something hidden in the bottom of this chest."
She holds out her hand to show the others the treasures she found.
Not a bad haul. Ya mean that ghost was are only fight?
Mags keeps a wary eye on the coffin as Ziyad begins to poke around the thing.
Ziyad thoroughly checks over the stone coffin and deduces that despite the age of the tomb, the lid has yet to be disturbed.
Seeing the extra items Magmoira found, Dasim smiles and nods at the comment from Rrath. "Agreed. It is a nice bit of bounty." He says. "And there'll be no more ghost to bring harm to the village children."
Stepping over to the coffin and Ziyad while pulling a small crowbar and hammer out of his pack. "So wizard...shall we do a bit of grave robbing or let the poor soul rest in peace?"
Rrath steps forward if Dasim requires assistance, and if not, raises his Greataxe to deliver a blow on an enemy in the sarcophagus.
The lid of the stone coffin slides off with a crack add the seals are broken. Inside is a skeleton wearing what used to be armor and holding a rusty sword in its hands. As you are inspecting the corpse, the hands start to shake and rattle. Much to your surprise, the sword lifts itself from the coffin and bobs and turns in the air towards you!
Init:
The sword dances through the air towards Dasim.
Rrath swings at the sword dancing by.
Rrath leaves a sizable chip in the blade but the sword still floats. It bobs and weaves at the new threat in Rrath but is easily deflected.
The lightning arcs from the crab into the sword. It stays aloft but it is trailing sparks now.