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"Thank you for your kind offer, but I need neither food nor drink."

She pauses, then begins again. "I have been sent here on a mission by my sisters and brothers at the Green Hill. A tome of great power and evil was taken from us, along with our abbess. Whoever perpetrated this crime knew what they were after; it is certain that they are intent on some foul purpose and need the book to fulfill it. I have come to the House of the Pearl seeking any information you may have as to the book's whereabouts, as well as the fate of our abbess."

Annika turns to look at each of the people in the room.

"What's going on? Where am I?"

You are surrounded by circular walls, a single room some thirty feet in diameter. The structure appears crafted of stone and timber. Other cots spaced around the walls indicate that this area may be an infirmary, or perhaps sleeping quarters for a half dozen humanoids. Small footlockers under each cot seem to suggest the latter. The place seems old and rundown, but it is kept clean by its occupants. The sun slanting through a small open window across the room gives you the impression it is much later in the day. There are wooden stairs on opposite sides of the room to your left and right. One set ascends through the ceiling, the other down through the floor. You see nothing that tells you where those strange sounds are coming from.

Annika slowly begins to ascend the stairs, listening to any clue as to what and where the sounds are.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

The ferocious attacks of the undead have Annika on her heels. Her attack goes wide over the head of one, then she is hard set to defend against a flurry of bony hands. She blocks one, dodges another, another dodge, another block, moving on complete instinct to defend herself.

Then her defense fails. Yellowed talons tear into her abdomen. (4hp damage) Her strength fails her and she crumples. The undead loom above her and all seems lost. Then, as her vision begins to grow gray and cloudy about the edges, the grinning skulls turn, their attention drawn by something else. A rippling glow of light hits them like a physical force, blasting bones asunder. Then all falls into darkness.

Annika awakes sometime later, lying on a cot under a beamed, wooden roof. Some of her wounds appear to have been healed, others expertly bandaged current hp: 8. A strange, rhythmic squeaking and creaking echoes through the building.

Annika gingerly sits up from the cot, taking stock of her surroundings.

Your kick comes up hard and fast, but the skeleton ducks and avoids the strike. Your opponents continue to press in on you and their advantage in numbers begins to take its toll.

You are struck three times. One skeleton jabs its bony claws directly at your face. You turn your head at the last split second, narrowly avoiding losing an eye, though the claw tears across your temple. A second strike rakes down your left forearm as you block another strike, and a third tears your robe and chest. Total of 7 hp damage.

Down to 2 HP

This time, Annika does cry out in pain as the skeleton's bony fingers rake her flesh. She responds with a vicious elbow strike, but misses horribly.

Unarmed strike: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

The skeletons advance on you quickly, swinging clawed hands as they come. You block and move, avoiding most of the assault, but their numbers put them at an advantage. You are raked along the shoulder by an attack (4hp damage, your next in the initiative order)

Down to 9 HP

Annika makes a small noise of pain, but quickly recovers, delivering another spinning kick to one of the attacking skeletons.

Unarmed strike: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

The weather is clear and cool, and you make good time in your travels. You travel south out of the narrow valley where your monastery is located, then head southeast. You have no road to follow, but the grass and brush of the valley do little to impede your progress. Your first night is spent in a copse of trees, with only a small fire to ward off the night's cold. The next day you head into the wood, expecting to reach the shrine by midday. Your footsteps crunch through the dead leaves that lie strewn beneath the boughs. The autumn air is crisp and still. Soon, you hear the sound of running water; the old mill that conceals the shrine of Daena cannot be far off.

Suddenly, the stillness of the wood is broken by a sharp cry. Up ahead, you see a man and a woman, dressed in leathers and armed with staffs. They are surrounded by a half dozen skeletons.

Annika begins to move stealthily towards the group of undead. As soon as she comes within range, she springs, delivering a powerful flying kick to the nearest skeleton.

Stealth:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Unarmed strike: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3