Glancing at Isoldus and Dusty quibbling, Kronk chuckles, which becomes a loud, belly-deep guffaw, « Bantam roosters you are both, wasting time puffing up » He grins broadly, steps up to the door and kicks it.
Isoldus patiently waited for Dusty to finish, apparently unbothered by the bard’s goading. The dragonborn’s only movement was the perpetual rasp of his scaled tail against the broken floors beneath. After pausing for a moment to ensure Dusty had concluded, Isoldus’s manicured, clinical voice speaks; “You mistakenly assume this is a matter of pride, Dusty. Only a fool would consider braving potential danger a self-serving task. You are willing to test your assumptions at your own convenience. I recommend you keep watch over the priest.” Then, suddenly, the thunk of Kronk against the door focused Isoldus’s attention on the task at hand. Isoldus’s brow clearly narrowed in disapproval - the most dangerous companions were not the treacherous backstabbers or cowards; they were the idiots. The dragonborn’s voice rasped an incantation as the polished glow on his armor shines (Protection from Evil and Good). Isoldus draws his sword and wields it in a neutral position, offering no small amount of irritated glares in Kronk’s direction.
The door bursts open easily enough, revealing a moldy room, where time and neglect have punched holes through the ceiling. The room contains a few broken roof shingles and puddles of water. in one corner, set into the floor, is a heavy wooden trapdoor shut with a chain and a padlock. The screams can be heard echoing from the room beyond it. Seemingly forgetting about his experience at Isoldus' sword a minute ago, Donald lets out a howl as well, of anguish rather than pain, as he grabs at Kronk's ankles.
"Please, leave him alone, I beg you!"
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Wait, I may have experience with killing the living, but I have no experience killing the live-alikes. I have heard rumours that normal weapons don't even bother them. Anything to get around that?" The question is clearly meant for Isoldus, Cormac, and perhaps Kronk. Anyone who seems to have actual experience in these matters. "I'd rather not open a door that contains a vampire if I don't know how to kill it."
"watch over the priest" Dusty tuts in annoyance as he watches Isoldus prepare.
Dusty lifts up a rose petal, taken from the coffin of Irene and Marcus' father, and crumples it in his hand before blowing one short but loud burst through his harmonica, "Cease the whining man!" he directs to ward the grovelling priest and casts sleep
sleep hit points, 22
He eyes both Isoldus and Kronk with a smile "done!, now shall we?" he gestures through the door with an exaggeratedly inviting bow like a butler would welcome a noble into a grand house.
Cormac moves to ready his rifle, muttering over it in dwarves before he then turns to his mechanical hound and does the same. Upon finishing the hound moves to stand in front of the door. "I am sorry that ya must lose your son but this is the best for both of ya." He says to the sleeping priest before moving to stand a bit back from the others.
Dusty waits for at least Kronk and Isoldus to go through the door before following, but if Cormac and the others make a move to also follow he will wait by the door to be more to the back of the group, smiling amusedly the whole time.
Isoldus's only response to Dusty's spell was a simple rise in his scaled brow. "Well done," he neutrally replied - Isoldus believed in giving credit where it was due. Isoldus raised his sword and brought the pommel against his naturally armored fist, creating a metallic ringing sound to gather the attention of the group. "We cannot risk the creature's escape. I will likely be able to keep it occupied, though in any scenario, I advise Kronk defend the entrance. I will enter first. If any additional preparations need to be made, do so now." After assuring the party's attention was focused on the task at hand, Isoldus drew a torch from his bag and exhaled a small enough mote of flame to ignite the wood before dropping it through one of the ceiling's many holes in an attempt to illuminate the room below. Task complete, Isoldus brought his sword before him, cast a single nod towards the assembled party, and strikes at the padlock. If it opens - and if nothing concerning can be heard or seen, Isoldus enters first.
His question went unanswered. Well, he's about to find out soon enough. A long and thin dagger, one obviously meant for stabbing, rather than slashing, shoots upwards out of his thigh. With his left hand, he snatches it out of the air. "What? There are at least a few benefits for a metallic body. Now, let's hope a good stab through the heart will be enough to kill our blood-thirsty target here."
Not being able to contain a chuckle at the monotone praise received from Isoldus, Dusty watches the proceedings with Hugeo with some degree of amazement, "Nifty! Can't wait to see what else you're hiding there metalman. Anyway we should make this quick, The old loon is only gonna be out for a minute and then he's a problem again, but I'm sure you can deal with him if it comes to it, right?" Dusty pointedly directs this last question at Marcus, "it's been ages since I've watched a fight so I ain't missing out!" He waves toward Irene an Marcus leaving them with the slumped over priest and the coffin containing their father both laid on the floor by their feet.
As he watches Isoldus Struggle with the trapdoor Dusty gives way and makes room for the physically stronger members of the party to help out.
Isoldus manages to wrench the trapdoor open, revealing a wooden staircase that descends down into the darkness. Below you can spot what you suspect to be the church's undercroft, carved directly into the wastebone. Rotting wooden pillars strain against the weight of the wooden ceiling, and shafts of light pierce through cracks in the ceiling, slightly illuminating a few patches of the rough-hewn floor. As Isoldus descends, he cannot initially spot anything, but then he spots a hunched form in the corner, lit by a faint beam of light. It turns to you, and you can see the gaunt face of a young man, eyes wild and hair unkempt where patches of it haven't been torn out.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Though not without difficulty, Isoldus kneeled and wedged a claw between the swollen trapdoor and the wooden floors. With a bunching of corded muscle visible beneath polished, red scales, the dragonborn wrenched the trapdoor open. Shield and sword returned to their defensive position, Isoldus cast a nod towards the assembled group. "Ready your weapons for my strike. Eliminating the threat efficiently is imperative."
Upon descending into the room below, Isoldus's yellow gaze flickered around the basement undercroft before anything else - creatures rarely hunted alone in these cursed sands, and besides, launching an assault before the remainder of the group found their way down was an unwise prospect. Longsword and shield held aloft should defense or offense become necessary, Isoldus took two calm steps forwards, tail lashing quietly over the cobwebbed ground beneath.
(If the creature makes no direct threats to the group, Isoldus proposes a coordinated assault.)
Seeing the light of Isoldus' torch, the creature scrambles back and up the wall, seemingly with no effort at all. Slowly, it begins creeping forward, making a low hissing sound, though it doesn't quite attack yet.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Watching this happen as he exits the stairs into the dimly lit room dusty stays back a little Readying a spell if this creature come within 10 ft of himself, whilst the creature is hesitating dusty reaches a hand out toward Isoldus' torch, "here... free up your movement, sword and shield, right?"
If Isoldus gives Dusty the torch he will move himself to himself to keep light on the coming fight.
Winchester steps up next to Dusty and the trap door. His face weirdly devoid of any emotion, he stands with one hand on his holster, clearly waiting for someone to deliver the first strike.
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Isoldus stood calm and firm as the undead approached. With a quick glance behind to be certain the party fully prepared itself for the fight, Isoldus placed his sword and shield in a well-worn position, narrowed his eyes, and spoke in a tone calm and commanding - "You shall not threaten the citizens of these sands anylonger."
With a rapid lunge forwards, Isoldus placed a clawed talon down and swung directly with his sword in a movement clearly practiced and honed beyond the usual soldier. Action - Longsword Attack: 8 Damage: 10 slashing. Protection from Evil and Good remains.
Glancing at Isoldus and Dusty quibbling, Kronk chuckles, which becomes a loud, belly-deep guffaw, « Bantam roosters you are both, wasting time puffing up » He grins broadly, steps up to the door and kicks it.
STR 10
*thud*
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Isoldus patiently waited for Dusty to finish, apparently unbothered by the bard’s goading. The dragonborn’s only movement was the perpetual rasp of his scaled tail against the broken floors beneath. After pausing for a moment to ensure Dusty had concluded, Isoldus’s manicured, clinical voice speaks; “You mistakenly assume this is a matter of pride, Dusty. Only a fool would consider braving potential danger a self-serving task. You are willing to test your assumptions at your own convenience. I recommend you keep watch over the priest.” Then, suddenly, the thunk of Kronk against the door focused Isoldus’s attention on the task at hand. Isoldus’s brow clearly narrowed in disapproval - the most dangerous companions were not the treacherous backstabbers or cowards; they were the idiots. The dragonborn’s voice rasped an incantation as the polished glow on his armor shines (Protection from Evil and Good). Isoldus draws his sword and wields it in a neutral position, offering no small amount of irritated glares in Kronk’s direction.
The door bursts open easily enough, revealing a moldy room, where time and neglect have punched holes through the ceiling. The room contains a few broken roof shingles and puddles of water. in one corner, set into the floor, is a heavy wooden trapdoor shut with a chain and a padlock. The screams can be heard echoing from the room beyond it. Seemingly forgetting about his experience at Isoldus' sword a minute ago, Donald lets out a howl as well, of anguish rather than pain, as he grabs at Kronk's ankles.
"Please, leave him alone, I beg you!"
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Wait, I may have experience with killing the living, but I have no experience killing the live-alikes. I have heard rumours that normal weapons don't even bother them. Anything to get around that?" The question is clearly meant for Isoldus, Cormac, and perhaps Kronk. Anyone who seems to have actual experience in these matters. "I'd rather not open a door that contains a vampire if I don't know how to kill it."
Varielky
"watch over the priest" Dusty tuts in annoyance as he watches Isoldus prepare.
Dusty lifts up a rose petal, taken from the coffin of Irene and Marcus' father, and crumples it in his hand before blowing one short but loud burst through his harmonica, "Cease the whining man!" he directs to ward the grovelling priest and casts sleep
sleep hit points, 22
He eyes both Isoldus and Kronk with a smile "done!, now shall we?" he gestures through the door with an exaggeratedly inviting bow like a butler would welcome a noble into a grand house.
Father Vernon lets out one last cry before slumping over, eyes closed.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Cormac moves to ready his rifle, muttering over it in dwarves before he then turns to his mechanical hound and does the same. Upon finishing the hound moves to stand in front of the door. "I am sorry that ya must lose your son but this is the best for both of ya." He says to the sleeping priest before moving to stand a bit back from the others.
(So, how are you proceeding?)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Dusty waits for at least Kronk and Isoldus to go through the door before following, but if Cormac and the others make a move to also follow he will wait by the door to be more to the back of the group, smiling amusedly the whole time.
Isoldus's only response to Dusty's spell was a simple rise in his scaled brow. "Well done," he neutrally replied - Isoldus believed in giving credit where it was due. Isoldus raised his sword and brought the pommel against his naturally armored fist, creating a metallic ringing sound to gather the attention of the group. "We cannot risk the creature's escape. I will likely be able to keep it occupied, though in any scenario, I advise Kronk defend the entrance. I will enter first. If any additional preparations need to be made, do so now." After assuring the party's attention was focused on the task at hand, Isoldus drew a torch from his bag and exhaled a small enough mote of flame to ignite the wood before dropping it through one of the ceiling's many holes in an attempt to illuminate the room below. Task complete, Isoldus brought his sword before him, cast a single nod towards the assembled party, and strikes at the padlock. If it opens - and if nothing concerning can be heard or seen, Isoldus enters first.
His question went unanswered. Well, he's about to find out soon enough. A long and thin dagger, one obviously meant for stabbing, rather than slashing, shoots upwards out of his thigh. With his left hand, he snatches it out of the air. "What? There are at least a few benefits for a metallic body. Now, let's hope a good stab through the heart will be enough to kill our blood-thirsty target here."
Varielky
(The holes are in the room’s ceiling, not in the floor between this room and the room below the trapdoor)
The rusted lock snaps easily enough under Isoldus’ blow, but the swollen trapdoor reveals itself to be stuck fast when Isoldus pulls on it.
make a Strength (Athletics) check.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Athletics: 11
Not being able to contain a chuckle at the monotone praise received from Isoldus, Dusty watches the proceedings with Hugeo with some degree of amazement, "Nifty! Can't wait to see what else you're hiding there metalman. Anyway we should make this quick, The old loon is only gonna be out for a minute and then he's a problem again, but I'm sure you can deal with him if it comes to it, right?" Dusty pointedly directs this last question at Marcus, "it's been ages since I've watched a fight so I ain't missing out!" He waves toward Irene an Marcus leaving them with the slumped over priest and the coffin containing their father both laid on the floor by their feet.
As he watches Isoldus Struggle with the trapdoor Dusty gives way and makes room for the physically stronger members of the party to help out.
Isoldus manages to wrench the trapdoor open, revealing a wooden staircase that descends down into the darkness. Below you can spot what you suspect to be the church's undercroft, carved directly into the wastebone. Rotting wooden pillars strain against the weight of the wooden ceiling, and shafts of light pierce through cracks in the ceiling, slightly illuminating a few patches of the rough-hewn floor. As Isoldus descends, he cannot initially spot anything, but then he spots a hunched form in the corner, lit by a faint beam of light. It turns to you, and you can see the gaunt face of a young man, eyes wild and hair unkempt where patches of it haven't been torn out.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Though not without difficulty, Isoldus kneeled and wedged a claw between the swollen trapdoor and the wooden floors. With a bunching of corded muscle visible beneath polished, red scales, the dragonborn wrenched the trapdoor open. Shield and sword returned to their defensive position, Isoldus cast a nod towards the assembled group. "Ready your weapons for my strike. Eliminating the threat efficiently is imperative."
Upon descending into the room below, Isoldus's yellow gaze flickered around the basement undercroft before anything else - creatures rarely hunted alone in these cursed sands, and besides, launching an assault before the remainder of the group found their way down was an unwise prospect. Longsword and shield held aloft should defense or offense become necessary, Isoldus took two calm steps forwards, tail lashing quietly over the cobwebbed ground beneath.
(If the creature makes no direct threats to the group, Isoldus proposes a coordinated assault.)
Seeing the light of Isoldus' torch, the creature scrambles back and up the wall, seemingly with no effort at all. Slowly, it begins creeping forward, making a low hissing sound, though it doesn't quite attack yet.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Watching this happen as he exits the stairs into the dimly lit room dusty stays back a little Readying a spell if this creature come within 10 ft of himself, whilst the creature is hesitating dusty reaches a hand out toward Isoldus' torch, "here... free up your movement, sword and shield, right?"
If Isoldus gives Dusty the torch he will move himself to himself to keep light on the coming fight.
Winchester steps up next to Dusty and the trap door. His face weirdly devoid of any emotion, he stands with one hand on his holster, clearly waiting for someone to deliver the first strike.
Isoldus stood calm and firm as the undead approached. With a quick glance behind to be certain the party fully prepared itself for the fight, Isoldus placed his sword and shield in a well-worn position, narrowed his eyes, and spoke in a tone calm and commanding - "You shall not threaten the citizens of these sands any longer."
With a rapid lunge forwards, Isoldus placed a clawed talon down and swung directly with his sword in a movement clearly practiced and honed beyond the usual soldier.
Action - Longsword Attack: 8 Damage: 10 slashing.
Protection from Evil and Good remains.
Initiative: 16.