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"The brown mold. It thrives on heat, so the frost might kill it. Hopefully, the treasure in there's worth it."
Darren pulls out the alchemist's frost and offers it up. "Would someone with better aim like to throw it? My luck lately, it'll hit the doorjamb, bounce back, and break at our feet."
Darren shakes the daze off after a few seconds. "Ugh. Sorry, y'all." He looks at the skeleton neatly cut in half. "Who did this? Good job!"
Surveying the blocked passages, Darren states the obvious: "I guess we'll have to use the elevator."
"Sounds good. Ma'am, we'll let you pack, and we'll come back to escort you to the city on our way out."
"Oh yeah. There's that tunnel the tengu came in through."
Darren looks Esme up and down, and determines that she's either no threat or too great a threat for weapons to make much difference. He unstraps his shield and removes his helmet, and looks at the bottles she indicated. He figures that she couldn't have poisoned all of them, and she couldn't have known which ones her guests would select, so he figures they must be safe. He picks out a red wine and pours a glass before taking a seat some distance from Esme. "Thank you, ma'am. You said that Tripe was helping you? What was he helping you with? Er, if it's not too personal?"
"I'll take the enlarge person potion, if no one else wants it." Looking at the board, Darren asks, "Will it support my weight? This armor is pretty heavy..." If Filios is confident, Darren will cross. Otherwise, he'll wait in the lab and let the less-heavily equipped party members scout ahead, assuming there's only a room or two beyond.
"Tripe dealt with the undead, didn't he? Could that woman have been a ghost of some sort? Not that she seemed particularly malicious... and we probably couldn't kill her even if we wanted to..."
Darren follows Solomon's lead and sheathes his sword. He returns to the door and retrieves his mace, sheathing it as well. He then scans the room, looking for other entrances through which reinforcements may arrive, as he listens to the party talk to the disembodied voice.
Darren takes a swing at Tripe, but not trying to hit him, as much as distract him from Filios's dual attacks.
Darren takes another swing at the insane necromancer.
Darren growls in frustration when he couldn't move the table. He waits longer, hoping space will open close to Tripe. When Petvar drops the zombie, Darren steps into the breach.
Feeling the entangling goop weaken enough to move, Darren picks up his sword and waits for an opportune moment to join the fray.
Realizing that the entangling goo is weakening on its own, Darren drops his sword and draws a javelin. He flings the javelin at the enlarged necromancer.
Again, Darren reaches past the corner with a swing of his longsword, intended to disrupt the skeleton's defense, rather than injure him.
If the zombie in L8 is still standing:
Darren drops his morningstar and draws his longsword. He calls out, "Petvar, take the far zombie! We'll get this one!" He then swings at the zombie in L8 with his sword, attempting to throw off his defense against Filios's next attack.
to add 2 to Filios's next attack against the zombie in L8. If Filios drops the zombie in L8 during round 1: Darren drops his morningstar and draws his longsword. He begins slicing at the goop holding him in place.
Darren shakes off the chill of the frost bomb, and he barely notices the goop cementing his feet to the floor as he swings his heavy mace at the skeleton that so thoughtfully closed to the immobile fighter.
"I was wondering what happened to that necromancer. With any luck, he'll assume his wall illusion worked and won't expect us to be coming back." Darren turns around and leads the way back through the winding hall to the lab. He then stands ready with his heavy mace drawn.
Remembering the unexplorable crypt, Darren asks for one of the vials. "Alchemist's Frost? Maybe this will kill that brown mold."
Darren leans up against the wall, looking over the piles of bones, disappointed that he didn't hit more often. He pushes his self doubt aside, however, and sets his mind to the task at hand.
Darren steps up to one of the archers and takes a powerful swing.
Well Done Darren, step up to flank if possible!
After the healing, and seeing that some of the skeletons have turned their attention from Darren, he lowers his guard to try to improve his attacking accuracy.
Darren hopes he can continue to draw their attacks. He takes another guarded swing at the remaining sword-wielding skeleton.
Darren begins fighting more defensively, recognizing that the skeletons tend to focus on one target at a time. He continues to target the sword-wielding skeleton with his own attack.
Darren drops his longsword and draws his mace. He swings again at the sword-wielding skeleton.
Darren closes on the furthest skeletons, hoping to draw their fire until the rest of the party takes out the nearest skeleton and can join him.
"Well, bugger." Darren returns to the middle of the room to keep an eye on as many entrances as he can, while Filios checks on the secret door.
Darren stands still in the middle of the room, keeping an eye on the zombie. When Petvar is ready, he'll help destroy the zombie. He looks down at the notes to see if he can make out (or understand) any of the writing.
"Fire will just make the brown mold stronger. It lives off the heat."
Darren finishes strapping on his armor, and picks up his shield. "That's a feather token, too? I'm still thinking there should be another feather somewhere behind the 2nd door." "Oh, and let's go through those reflection rooms on our way to the lower level, just for good measure."
"Maybe we should go pick up a couple of those everburning torches, so that those of us who can't see in the dark can do a better job during our watch."
Darren looks intently at the inscription, deep in thought. "Yeah, but how would the three doors become one? Unless it's that they all go to the same place. But they already do, since it looks like all these halls are behind the same three doors. If this is as old as Solomon says, maybe the prophecy already came and passed? Or it refers to something on the lower floor. Hmmm... you guys just found a feather? We got that quill pen from the statue on the other side - another feather. Maybe there's a third one we missed?"
Darren wears a look of disgust. "Is that a Pharasman thing, or a Runelord thing? Is it alive?" He shakes his head, and climbs through the wound, trying not to touch the edges.
"I'm good to continue today." Darren leads the way in the direction selected, after Filios disables the trap.
"I can take any watch as well."
"Yeah, I guess we've made some good progress today."
Darren continues to attack the zombie.
Darren rushes into the room, flailing aimlessly at the zombie with his longsword in the dark.
If one remains, Darren finds an opening to crowd him, taking the AOO, and swings his mace.
Darren waits until Solomon illuminates the enemy, then he closes down on them, dropping his long sword and drawing his mace, since they're skeletons.
Darren attacks the hand that Solomon is facing.
Darren swings again at the hand.
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