With the help from Ankita, the lid slides off fairly easy. Lying inside is a reasonably fresh corpse wearing playe armor. His breastplate is emblazoned with the symbol of Tyr. Petra lets out a relieved sigh, and seems surprised at the same time.
"Sandre, this is Narl, I'm sure of it. His armor had that dent in the shoulder. He always complained about it, blaming it for losses in the training yard." She turns to Ankita and the others: "We have found evidence of the Mirabar delegation. They were returning Narl's body to us to rest at Summit Hall."
Finally straightened out from his earlier confusion, Shrek ambles up behind the gang peering into the sarcophagus and looks from over their heads. "Dis knight man is friend of yours? Dat not good. Is evi-dense of evil that be in this place." Pondering silently a few more moments before adding, "Maybe there be more delly-gashion here in dungeon?"
"This room is mine. You remain alive because you do not appear to be one of those fool cultists. I am not your enemy but I will not tolerate this chamber being disturbed. Go."
"If this is your chamber, can you explain for our knightly friends here why this chamber has a shrine to their order's founder? Because I think they really need to have that answer before we can leave." Randall doesn't want to think to hard about who would keep a room full of zombies... or why. Memories of being beaten half to death by skeletons still linger in his mind.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
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Olaerys activates his Divine Sense and scans the area, looking for more undead or where that came from. He looks for any other movement or sounds as well.
Perception: 3
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Shrek is a dumb galoot…he can be seen swiveling his entire body in all directions, absolutely confused (and likely quite scared) about where the voice is coming from.
Olaerys activates his Divine Sense and scans the area, looking for more undead or where that came from. He looks for any other movement or sounds as well.
Perception: 13
Olaerys detects the strong presence of an undead creature coming from just in front of the doorway.
Ankita was about to head upstairs, not one to argue with the voice, especially since they weren't involved with the cultists, but as Randall states the case for the knights, she hesitates. Then heads back with Sandre and stands tall. Waiting to see what the answer will be.
"If this is your chamber, can you explain for our knightly friends here why this chamber has a shrine to their order's founder? Because I think they really need to have that answer before we can leave." Randall doesn't want to think to hard about who would keep a room full of zombies... or why. Memories of being beaten half to death by skeletons still linger in his mind.
As Olaerys uses his Divine Sense, a gaunt skeletal humanoid appears from thin air in front of the doorway. It has withered, taut flesh and is wearing a rich deep red colored robe.
"Do not test me, mortal. My patience is thin. If you cannot respect the dead, perhaps I will teach you to respect the undead. Your friends are the only reason I have not already destroyed you. If you are what passes for a Paladin now, my brother would be offended beyond words."
The being looks at Sandre and addresses him. "You wear my brother's sigil. Explain, be quick. Answer poorly and I will banish you to the Abyss."
While doing his best to stand his ground and look undeterred, on the inside Randall is suitably cowed by this zombie wizard who can turn invisible.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"Your brother? This is the sigil of the great Samular Caradoon. I am a paladin of his order, still run by his descendants. Samular had 2 brothers. Amphail and Renwick. All three died hundreds of years ago in the Troll War...."
"I am Renwick Cardoon, brother to Samular, and I assure you I exist. The Troll Wars were so very long ago. I should have died there. I did die there. My brother however, saw to it I did not. I owe him a debt, and I would have him buried here, resting with me where he belongs.
Perhaps you could be of service to me. There is an object in your Keep that I desire. A platinum locket with the symbol of Tyr on it. It is likely with the remains of my brother. I care for not for the foibles of mortals anymore but we're you to do this for me, I would keep this monestary free from these fool cultists for you. I have a magical amulet from the Troll Wars days that bestows the user with fortitude and health. I would give this to you in trade."
"Otherwise, you are free to go but do not disturb me again."
Melchor makes a slight choking sound, and - if possible - goes even paler than usual.
’We’re sorry to bother you sir, we’ll be on our way at once…’ he says with a short bow. ‘Do you perhaps know anything of a delegation that was captured by the cultists, sir?’ he asks as he heads towards the exit as briskly as his one leg and shaking hands will propel him…
Olaerys is doing his best to hold his resolve as well. He turns to Sandre and Petra, and says to them - "Do you know of this platinum locket of Tyr? Have you seen it before at your keep?"
He turns to the being and says "Renwick, we will help if our purposes are allied here. We know that you could turn us to ash where we stand, we would accept help, odd though it is. Sometimes help comes from unforseen places, unbidden, but it is foolish to turn it down. I for one would like to see this place cleaned of the evil and foolish cultists that inhabit it. We were looking for this delegation from Mirabar. We would ...(he pauses here, having to swallow his words down and force them out of his mouth) welcome ... any help in our task. We will not bother you, but we will not do evil for your bidding."
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"I will not fight your battles for you. I can ensure does not get reinhabited however. Do not mistake my wistfulness for altruism. This knight reminds me of the glory days of the Caradoon line or I would not tolerate you. Return with my locket or do not return."
With that he waves his hand and a door manifests out of thin air and he walks through. The door then disappears.
Ankita stands there while all of this goes down and once the lich has disappeared, realizes her mouth has been agape and closes it. "So.. I don't think the ones that have occupied this monestary will let us leave easily. We still have a job on our hands upstairs before we go try and find this trinket. Shall we?" and once she gets control of her body again, she starts heading up the stairs.
"Yes, thank you,"Randall echoes Ankita's words. "And how large was this delegation? Five? Ten? Twenty? Were they warriors? Or diplomats?"
"It was sizeable. 10 people or so id say, diplomats, plus a whole coterie of guards."
OOC: From post #843 wayyyyyy back on page #43...We've only found 5 of the delegation (four buried in the hills in those shallow graves, and the one in this room). There should be ~5 more somewhere?
Sufficiently creeped out even further, Shrek screws his face up with a determined look, raises his hand as if waiting to be called on, and without being selected to speak announces "Hold up. What if more delly-gashion is here in dungeon? Evil scares Shrek, but friends make Shrek feel safe. Delly-gashion has no friends here. Maybe WE be delly-gashion friends?"
With the help from Ankita, the lid slides off fairly easy. Lying inside is a reasonably fresh corpse wearing playe armor. His breastplate is emblazoned with the symbol of Tyr. Petra lets out a relieved sigh, and seems surprised at the same time.
"Sandre, this is Narl, I'm sure of it. His armor had that dent in the shoulder. He always complained about it, blaming it for losses in the training yard." She turns to Ankita and the others: "We have found evidence of the Mirabar delegation. They were returning Narl's body to us to rest at Summit Hall."
Finally straightened out from his earlier confusion, Shrek ambles up behind the gang peering into the sarcophagus and looks from over their heads. "Dis knight man is friend of yours? Dat not good. Is evi-dense of evil that be in this place." Pondering silently a few more moments before adding, "Maybe there be more delly-gashion here in dungeon?"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
An unfamiliar voice booms from the southern door.
"This room is mine. You remain alive because you do not appear to be one of those fool cultists. I am not your enemy but I will not tolerate this chamber being disturbed. Go."
"If this is your chamber, can you explain for our knightly friends here why this chamber has a shrine to their order's founder? Because I think they really need to have that answer before we can leave." Randall doesn't want to think to hard about who would keep a room full of zombies... or why. Memories of being beaten half to death by skeletons still linger in his mind.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Olaerys activates his Divine Sense and scans the area, looking for more undead or where that came from. He looks for any other movement or sounds as well.
Perception: 3
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Shrek is a dumb galoot…he can be seen swiveling his entire body in all directions, absolutely confused (and likely quite scared) about where the voice is coming from.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Olaerys detects the strong presence of an undead creature coming from just in front of the doorway.
Ankita was about to head upstairs, not one to argue with the voice, especially since they weren't involved with the cultists, but as Randall states the case for the knights, she hesitates. Then heads back with Sandre and stands tall. Waiting to see what the answer will be.
As Olaerys uses his Divine Sense, a gaunt skeletal humanoid appears from thin air in front of the doorway. It has withered, taut flesh and is wearing a rich deep red colored robe.
"Do not test me, mortal. My patience is thin. If you cannot respect the dead, perhaps I will teach you to respect the undead. Your friends are the only reason I have not already destroyed you. If you are what passes for a Paladin now, my brother would be offended beyond words."
The being looks at Sandre and addresses him. "You wear my brother's sigil. Explain, be quick. Answer poorly and I will banish you to the Abyss."
Melchor:
You recognize this humanoid as being undeniably a Lich
While doing his best to stand his ground and look undeterred, on the inside Randall is suitably cowed by this zombie wizard who can turn invisible.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Sandre drops to his knees, confused, and scared.
"Your brother? This is the sigil of the great Samular Caradoon. I am a paladin of his order, still run by his descendants. Samular had 2 brothers. Amphail and Renwick. All three died hundreds of years ago in the Troll War...."
(LOL as he should be)
"I am Renwick Cardoon, brother to Samular, and I assure you I exist. The Troll Wars were so very long ago. I should have died there. I did die there. My brother however, saw to it I did not. I owe him a debt, and I would have him buried here, resting with me where he belongs.
Perhaps you could be of service to me. There is an object in your Keep that I desire. A platinum locket with the symbol of Tyr on it. It is likely with the remains of my brother. I care for not for the foibles of mortals anymore but we're you to do this for me, I would keep this monestary free from these fool cultists for you. I have a magical amulet from the Troll Wars days that bestows the user with fortitude and health. I would give this to you in trade."
"Otherwise, you are free to go but do not disturb me again."
Melchor makes a slight choking sound, and - if possible - goes even paler than usual.
’We’re sorry to bother you sir, we’ll be on our way at once…’ he says with a short bow. ‘Do you perhaps know anything of a delegation that was captured by the cultists, sir?’ he asks as he heads towards the exit as briskly as his one leg and shaking hands will propel him…
"I know not of what you speak. The cultists asked me for help. I said no and warned them to stay away."
Olaerys is doing his best to hold his resolve as well. He turns to Sandre and Petra, and says to them - "Do you know of this platinum locket of Tyr? Have you seen it before at your keep?"
He turns to the being and says "Renwick, we will help if our purposes are allied here. We know that you could turn us to ash where we stand, we would accept help, odd though it is. Sometimes help comes from unforseen places, unbidden, but it is foolish to turn it down. I for one would like to see this place cleaned of the evil and foolish cultists that inhabit it. We were looking for this delegation from Mirabar. We would ... (he pauses here, having to swallow his words down and force them out of his mouth) welcome ... any help in our task. We will not bother you, but we will not do evil for your bidding."
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"I will not fight your battles for you. I can ensure does not get reinhabited however. Do not mistake my wistfulness for altruism. This knight reminds me of the glory days of the Caradoon line or I would not tolerate you. Return with my locket or do not return."
With that he waves his hand and a door manifests out of thin air and he walks through. The door then disappears.
Ankita stands there while all of this goes down and once the lich has disappeared, realizes her mouth has been agape and closes it. "So.. I don't think the ones that have occupied this monestary will let us leave easily. We still have a job on our hands upstairs before we go try and find this trinket. Shall we?" and once she gets control of her body again, she starts heading up the stairs.
OOC: From post #843 wayyyyyy back on page #43...We've only found 5 of the delegation (four buried in the hills in those shallow graves, and the one in this room). There should be ~5 more somewhere?
Sufficiently creeped out even further, Shrek screws his face up with a determined look, raises his hand as if waiting to be called on, and without being selected to speak announces "Hold up. What if more delly-gashion is here in dungeon? Evil scares Shrek, but friends make Shrek feel safe. Delly-gashion has no friends here. Maybe WE be delly-gashion friends?"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?