Mark takes his time to choose a proper target. He twists his free hand and a shadowy tendril sprouts, lashing at one of the zombies that have entered the room.
Kurt once again swings his maul at the undead creature before him.
Attack:
Damage: re-roll 1's total=14 hp damage
Za'afiel hacks at another of lumbering zombies.
Mark controls his tentacle of darkness and makes it slam again at one of the zombies, hopefully this time with better luck.
Brene takes a step closer to get a better angle, and takes another bow shot at whichever Zombie is most visible.
Shortbow
Arrow at undead in melee with another.
Arcana
The drow will attempt to firebolt the zombie that he attacked before
fire
Kurt crushes the zombies skull with his mighty mace. It twitches a bit, but does not get back up.
As Sumak moves away, the zombie felled by Brene's arrow lunges for his ankles, but misses as the barbarian scampers off to attack another enemy.
Sumak hacks a second zombie into (cheap, off-brand) dog food. It shall not rise again.
Za'afiel and Talindra team up to take down zombie #4. Despite their combined effort, and what appears to be a killing blow, the rotting corpse refuses to fall! A moment later, it is set aflame by Nil'mur'shass' firebolt and burnt to a crisp, leaving naught but a small, sad pile of blackened bones.
The final zombie crawls across the ground, after Sumak, who is seemingly unaware that the first corpse he put down did not stay down.
One of the zombies was wearing an electrum necklace, which Talindra can value at 56gp.
The small antechamber that the zombies emerged from is empty. The door in the eastern wall of the antechamber opens into a rectangular room (5ft wide / 10ft tall). There are four squat stone pedastals, one in each corner of the room. Atop each pedastal rests a black funerary box; moldy, dusty and covered in cobwebs.
Mark looks at the boxes with greedy eyes.
"Do you guys think there's a trap there?" he asks to no one in particular.
"Let Brene check them...she will know for sure!"
The warrior waves his friend forward towards the possible booty!
Sumak falls back to the entrance to the area and lets the others deal with the small rectangular room.
While the rest of the party investigate the adjacent rooms, Sumak returns to the larger chamber where the group fought the four zombies. Sumak hears an irregular dragging sound and feels something touch his boot. You look down and see the last zombie attempting to gnaw though your shoe to the tasty foot meat packaged within. It still has one of Brene's arrows sticking out of its head.
"Gruuuuugh..." it groans, as it slobbers cold grave-slime all over your toes.
Current time: 11:30am
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Za'afiel shakes his head as he walks over to the crawling undead and plunges his blade into the creature's skull.
Brene rushes to where Talindra is reaching into the box... .
"Never reach in or pick something up in an area like this without carefully inspecting the area first. I saw Klinger the Oaf reach into a box in a tomb like you just did, and a scythe blade took off his hand at the wrist. No telling what kind of nasty's are down here".
Brene takes her time to investigate the box and compare it to the others before relaying if it seems safe.
Investigation
"Hmm. Looks fine to me. Maybe they didn't trap this tomb, though that would be unusual".
Just to err on the side of caution she takes one of her spent arrows, and sticks it into one of the other gloves picking it up from the box.
Brene carefully removes one glove from the box and waves it around on the end of an arrow. Nothing happens.
You hear a squelch from outside, as Za'afiel finishes off the final zombie.
Za'afiel drives his blade into the zombie's skull, finally sending the unquiet soul to its eternal rest.
As Za'afiel is wiping the gore from his blade, Sumak wallops the still corpse with his glaive, splattering them both in more grave slime.
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Incredulously, Za'afiel stares at the barbarian and with a sigh asks, "Was that completely necessary? before heading back into the other chamber.
The paladin looks around the chamber for anything of note while waiting for the group to come to consensus about the next course of action.
"What's with these compartments below the funerary boxes? There's a lever in each one. Anyone have any ideas on what horrible thing they might do?"
"Eh... Uh..." Mark hesitates. "I'm... not sure about that..."
He looks around quickly.
"Can any of you check whether these have any kind of magic?" he asks, pointing at the glove Talindra is about to wear.
Brene gives the girl a lifted eyebrow look.
"Humm. You might have something there. Let's make sure the others are save, then perhaps we could try what you just suggested".
Brene moves to the next box, and peers in at the glove. "Anybody know if there is any magic involved here"?
"Hm" he nods. Them he tries one of the gloves as well, and puts his hand on one of the levers.
"At the count of three?"
You hear the sound of grinding stone, as a secret door opens in the eastern wall of the chamber. Beyond the threshold, lies a dark and dusty crypt. The area is almost completely obscured by cobwebs, but brushing them aside reveals the dessicated body of an old man, set upon a stone slab. The remnants of a long, wiry grey beard clinging to his skeletal chin and his bony hands clasp a staff of ancient ash across his ribs. The torso of the cadaver seems to have been clothed in vestments spun from spider webbing.
On the wall overlooking the slab is an idol carved to represent the face of Silvanus/The Green Man, the elder god of nature and balance. The face looks down upon the corpse with an unreadable expression etched upon its stony visage.
There is a wooden door in the southern wall of the crypt, leading to a T shaped passageway with no apparent exit.
Beyond the secret door to the west, you hear guttural grunts and snorting.
Beyond the secret door to the south, you smell the rank scent of decay.
He makes sure that there are lights a dancing around
Kurt moves into the hallway and listens for any sounds coming from further in.
Investigate:
You find two secret doors in the T shaped passage south of the crypt, one leading West, another leading South. Neither door is trapped.
Beyond the secret door to the west, you hear guttural grunts and snorting.
Beyond the secret door to the south, you smell the rank scent of decay.
While the others look for danger, she spends some time studying the idol and stone slab out of historical interest.
You recall studying ancient scripture scratched into tablets hewn of rough bark, mentioning how druids and clerics of the Green Man would make sacrifices and/or offerings to Silvanus, consisting of grapes, ears of grain, milk, meat, wine or pigs, in the hope of gaining the God's attention and favour.
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Mark can't help but remember the cult of Mother Night back in his homeland. They also sacrificed to get Her favour... only the sacrifices themselves were not too keen on it. From what he knows, Silvanus has two sides of the same coin, just like Mother Night, and he wonders which one the old man with the staff belonged to.
"A fascinating finding, for sure."
Brene turns to Sumak with a smile on her face. She is appaising her gloved hand and thinking she might like the look of it.
"Those robes are disgusting and spooky looking... and of course I'd like to wear then... unless someone else wants dibs on them".
Investigation
"Well I don't see anything, but I trust Kurt. So stinky or loud? I think loud first"?
"I vote for loud." Za'afiel says.
Mark rises his hand. "Loud."
The secret door in the western passage opens into a 20ft/20ft square chamber. There are two other exits from the room; one in the south-east corner (facing south), another in the south-west corner (facing west).
In the centre of the room, a group of six small, twisted humanoid creatures are gathered around the smoky embers of a cold campfire. One of the figures is ineffectually poking the coals with a stick, whilst the others hoot and holler derisively. There faces are mostly shrouded by shadow and their own tattered hoods, but you do catch a glimpse of crude, bestial features beneath their filthy rags.
stealth.
”stand back a bit with that lantern… here we go”.
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