The skull seems enchanted with some minor illusory magic.
OK - so it looks like a nice paperweight ;-)
OK - so it looks like a nice paperweight ;-)
"As much as I got a score to settle with that woman, are we sure I won't be getting torn to shreds as in last time?"
"As much as I got a score to settle with that woman, are we sure I won't be getting torn to shreds as in last time?"
"I'd like to think we're a bit stronger and well-fed than we were last time. Hopefully we have a measure of what we face this time. Still...I won't say I'm not a little scared," Rellios finishes sheepishly.
"As much as I got a score to settle with that woman, are we sure I won't be getting torn to shreds as in last time?"
I reply to my fellow dwarf, "I can be givin' you a bit o' a boost iffin ye be wantin'. A simple spell and ye can be attackin' that misfortunate soul from beyond 'er reach. And iffin the priest be doin' the same fer 'imself then the two o' ye can be tearin' 'er apart in short order. I'll even draw 'er out fer ye. "
After getting some food and rest, Hru tries out the great blade, in a series of unsettling devotions to Gorum, laughing like a madman the whole time. Hru then sheaths the mighty weapon and goes over to Klyndak, and bowing before him says "Sir Klyndak I am forever indebted to you and all your kin, you have to but say the word, and I will make it so. gold cannot repay the kindness you have shown, may Gorum's strength be with you all your days." then turning bows to Rellios and Clareg, "and without you, it would not have been possible to regain Gorum's favor...I would call you all my brothers...only one so called seems to find himself separated from life awaiting Gorum's judgement...HOO hOO!"
Rellios gives Hru an amused look. "Well, thanks for your healing powers and the honors you've bestowed. But let me just say sometimes you're one crazy sonnva' b~~~%, Hru. Doesn't bother me, just saying."
"Now that big'n'ugly's got 'iz sword back, can we get back to a 'ackin' and a slashin' nasties?"
After getting some food and rest, Hru tries out the great blade, in a series of unsettling devotions to Gorum, laughing like a madman the whole time. Hru then sheaths the mighty weapon and goes over to Klyndak, and bowing before him says "Sir Klyndak I am forever indebted to you and all your kin, you have to but say the word, and I will make it so. gold cannot repay the kindness you have shown, may Gorum's strength be with you all your days." then turning bows to Rellios and Clareg, "and without you, it would not have been possible to regain Gorum's favor...I would call you all my brothers...only one so called seems to find himself separated from life awaiting Gorum's judgement...HOO hOO!"
As soon as Hru expresses his pleasure, the room warms and glows. All present hear a voice:
"I sought to forge a mighty hammer,
All to please a dwarven lord,
But now my quest has been fulfilled,
with the gift of this greatsword."
A sudden snap and a coolness fills the air as the embers that have burnt nonstop for a week suddenly die.
(I hope somebody remembers that from the old Bugs Bunny cartoons.)
Klyndak inches closer to the well but the wailing woman remains just below the lip until he gets close enough to see. She then lashes out with her talon like fingers slashing one of his legs but missing the other badly.
Hru draws his sword and calling forth the power of Gorum channels a burst of positve energy into the room. "Gorum, take this one unto you!"
As Hru summons the power of Gorum, the wailing woman shrieks in fear and attempts to slip back into the well. But, of course, Rellios, Clareg, and Klyndak may have their actions first.
As Hru summons the power of Gorum, the wailing woman shrieks in fear and attempts to slip back into the well. But, of course, Rellios, Clareg, and Klyndak may have their actions first.
Rellios jumps in with the magical shortspear to take a crack at her. Short Spear (1d20+2+2+1+2=10) Damage (1d6+3=4)
I waste no time trying to attack the woman this close to the well but follow my plan and run back towards the elevator shaft.
"Be makin' 'er follow us," I yell at Rellios, wondering why they all decided to creep along behind me.
Hru mumbles a chant to Gorum beseeching him to empower his blade againts this foe.
Hru mumbles a chant to Gorum beseeching him to empower his blade againts this foe.
The wailing woman has slipped back below the surface of the water, shaking with rage and fear. The warm spring water cools as it comes in contact with her dead flesh again.
Rellios will stay back and see if he can get some shots in with the magic shortspear. Let me know if you need a roll or two.
"Somebody with quicker reflexes than me want ta be tryin' it this time?"
"Somebody with quicker reflexes than me want ta be tryin' it this time?"
Barring any other suggestions, Rellios will do his best to taunt the cold hag into chasing him.
The wailing woman launches herself from the well and claws for the elf screaming "Dark elf. Dark elves behind it all!"
She chases Rellios all the way to the iron cage.
I hold back from attacking to see how well the two enlarged warriors do against the undead dwarf. If they appear to be having too much difficulty, then I will take further actions in a few seconds.
Clareg strikes twice with his waraxe against the prone hag from beyond her reach. Both attacks hit.
Hru's body seems to bulge and stretch like an inflating balloon, for a moment making it seem like the fabric of reality is warping, then he's ogre sized again, and it looks as if he's fighting to keep a somewhat level head against a tide of raging emotion. He strikes with the precise air of holding something back, face drawn in a grimace.
Hru's body seems to bulge and stretch like an inflating balloon, for a moment making it seem like the fabric of reality is warping, then he's ogre sized again, and it looks as if he's fighting to keep a somewhat level head against a tide of raging emotion. He strikes with the precise air of holding something back, face drawn in a grimace.
The wailing woman begins to shriek in such anger and grief that even the bravest warrior's would cower.
Rellios takes his shots, and apparently can't hit her as he backtracks away. Fortunately, he's so flustered that he doesn't seem to be distracted by her wailing.
Spear (1d20+5=8) Damage (1d6+3=7)
Spear (1d20+5=6)
Will (1d20+1=18)