Thorgr attacks the one Frostine damaged.
Round 2: Jerrica, Sig, Skeletal Champions, Rosa, Frostine, Thorgr, Dagmarr
S3 hp: 3
Stepping around Jerrica to stand beside her, Dagmarr swings at the skeleton with her blade.
The skeleton's armor proves too much for Dagmarr to overcome.
Round 3: Jerrica, Sig, Skeletal Champions, Rosa, Frostine, Thorgr, Dagmarr
S3 hp: 3
Jerrica keeps attacking, thinking that perhaps her persistence would wear the skeleton out at the very least.
Copntinuing to sing as she fights, Sig fails to strike the far tougher than expected skeletons.
The skeletons turn their focus to Thorgr and Sig.
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Round 3: Jerrica, Sig, Skeletal Champions, Rosa, Frostine, Thorgr, Dagmarr
S3 hp: 3
Rosa reloads her weapon.
Frostine fires off a couple more bolts of energy at the skeleton in front of Dagmarr and Jerrica.
Thorgr grunts as he is hit hard by the skeleton and retaliates with a sword swing of his own.
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Between Thorgr and Frostine, the skeletons are finally defeated.
Letting out a breath she didn't even know she was holding, Frostine runs to Thorgr as the last skeleton falls.
"Are you alright love?"
Rosa looks at Jerrica, "I guess we should see what they were guarding huh?"
"I'll be fine," Thorgr answers. "It's nothing too serious."
Jerrica nods, looking around.
At the end of the hallway are two large metal doors. They appear to be made of something other than iron. The door handles are fashioned to look like angel wings. On the right side of the hall is a simple wooden door with a padlock on it.
Rosa takes a look at the doors, "Huh....interesting. Which ones should we try to open first?"
Rosa doesn't sense anything unusual.
Jerrica pulls out the key that they had found earlier and gestures to the wooden door with the padlock. "I think we should try that first."
Frostine nods, "That sounds like a good idea to me."
"I didn't see anything that hinted at something unusual about the doors when I was checking them, if you wanna give it a try Jerrica." Rosa says, vocalizing her findings.
Jerrica unlocks the padlock and pushes open the wooden door.
Inside the room is a bed with a skeleton laying upon it, a pile of dirty dishes and a simple wooden desk with a dusty journal upon it. The skeleton has a silver chain with a medallion around its neck.
Frostine looks around the room, "Huh, I wonder who that was."
Rosa looks around the room.
Rosa doesn't discover anything more interesting than what's already in the room.
"It might be the guy who brought the scroll down here," Jerrica says. She looks over the medallion before going to the journal.
The medallion is a symbol that Jerrica has never seen before. The final entry in the journal reads:
"It's been a few days since they've brought me food...I hear noises in the hallway...my symbol shall protect me from undeath...the door shall not open to anything other than a god's touch...even if they bypass that...the guardian shall deal with them...I am tired and my stomach gnaws upon itself...I have done my duty."
Jerrica relays what she read. "I don't think we'll get through that door. Maybe we should head back."
She shrugs, "Maybe Arista will have some idea what it means. We should take these things and show them to her. Should we bury him or something?" She asks, unsure of what to do with the remains.
"We'll leave that up to Arista as well, I think," Thorgr says. "I'm not keen on finding out if he'll rise from the dead or not. Just lock the door on the way out."
Frostine nods in agreement with her husband, "Yeah, that should be left up to Ms. Arista. Besides, we've already cleared everything out, so getting back to this point won't be difficult if we need to come back. Let's just get out of this place for now. I detest being underground. It's so....dirty." She says, while making a face.
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You make your way out of the crypts, making sure you leave it the same way you found it. As you emerge into the afternoon air, you see four figures approaching the town.
Frostine indicates the figures approaching the town, "Looks like we might have company. Hope they're not lookin' for trouble."