Aoufie hands out the bundled talismans to their respective owner. Each bundle is a different size and shape from another, adding an air of mystery about what these "keys" may be.
As Aoufie grabs his bundle, he feels a tingle of magic graze his fingertips. You pull out your bundle and cast away the cloth. In your hands is a masterfully-crafted cittern. Never before have you seen a cittern this expertly made. The wood is polished to the point where it gleams and almost sparkles in what little feeble light emanates from your candle. The sides of the cittern are painted a glossy white in wavy patterns, and you see that the scroll is this cittern resembles the head of a snarling wolf smelt in silver. Your fingers brush lightly over its taught stings, and the instrument hums a pure and powerful tone.
((Add Mac-Fuirmidh Cittern to your inventory))
Kora's bundle is smaller than Aoufie's. She unwraps the blanket to reveal two leather bracers died a deep forest green. Turning them over in her hands, she sees three jagged claw marks scarred into the green leather.
((Add Insignia of Claws to your inventory))
Anthony's bundle contains a simple leather necklace from which hangs a beautiful stone. The color of evening sky, the myriad hues of blue and indigo within the gemstone almost seem to swirl and mix within its mesmerizing depths.
((Add Periapt of Wound Closure to your inventory))
The smallest of them all, Akyan's bundle contains an elaborately designed golden ring set with a dull green stone that resembles a large beetle. As his fingers brush against it, he can feel his psychic defenses draw energy from the mysterious ring.
((Add Ring of Mind Shielding to your inventory))
Jared's package is by far the heaviest of the bunch, and once opened, it reveals a large mace with a many-flanged head. The entire weapon seems to be crafted from one solid piece of iron, and he can feel it humming slightly with power.
((Add Mace of Smiting to your inventory))
Zathon's parcel opens to reveal a black blade. The pommel of the dark weapon is crafted to resemble the head of a black dragon, and the edges of the blade have a greenish tint to them. As he grasps the hilt, he feels a faint glimmer of a conscience brush against his own.
((Add Dragon's Wrath Longsword to your inventory))
Zathon is rather silent, not unusual for him, but the sight of Aoelwyn causes tears to roll down his cheeks. As Anthony enters and the illusion fades he wipes his eyes quickly, taking whatever Aoufie hands him.
"I hope they do brother."
He bristles slightly as he grabs the sword. Great, more things messing with his head.
Anthony slips his gift over his head and stuffs it under his clothes for now. Who gets to decide who deserves to be imprisoned and who not, he wonders. And why not destroy these items if they could be used by those who did? Plenty of time to ponder those things later. "If we can get out of here before that mist gets to us we should try." Gently trying again to break people out of their mourning.
Aoufie lovingly holds onto the Citern and this marks the last gift he will receive from Aunty Grym. That saddens him, but the fog is pressing in, and such thoughts should be reserved when we are safe and sound.
He looks to Anthony "Where should we go it seems the fog is practically here, and I am wondering what truly hides in this fog. I rather not face the fog without magic, so I do not recommend going back to Grymhearth."
Akyan is a bit hesitant to walk through the wall. Even with the magic users of the group being so sure it was safe, something is giving him a bad feeling and since he can't pinpoint it, he's wary of everything. He glances back when Anthony warns of the approaching mists. How had he not noticed that? He grits his teeth. "Best make this fast then." With that, he passes through the wall and into the small room with the chest.
His breath catches when the golden phantom of Aoelwyn appears in front of them. Forcing himself to breath, he listens intently to her last words. So this Azalin person is the one responsible for all of this. The drow clenches his fists, feeling the anger he had been pushing down start to boil. Now he has someone to channel it towards. His eyes flash green as he unconsciously taps into his psychic powers. Rudolph Van Richten. Hopefully he isn't to hard to find. All they have is his name, and it's not like they can safely ask around for him either. They'll have to be strategic and careful about who they ask.
He blinks, and the green glow vanishes from his eyes as Aoefie passes him his parcel. Withdrawing it's contents, he stares at it for a moment as he feels its power. Then he closes his eyes, a small smile touching his lips. She knew him to well. This will stave off some of his paranoia of having his mind breached. Slipping it onto his left hand, he is surprised when it suddenly turns invisible. "Interesting." He thinks, frowning at it. "But will it still be affective within the stone circle?" He looks to the others. "I agree with Aoufie. If we must face this fog tonight then let us do so here. Not only can we access magic, we also will avoid potentially turning Grymhearth into a battlefield."
Anthony nodded at Akyan's comment about not leading the dangers back to Grymhearth, they had enough troubles there as it was. "Not sure how to fight fog, higher ground or somewhere we can retreat from if we need to?" Anthony had very basic defensive training; he was no tactician. One thing he didn't like was the idea of being trapped here in a killing mist that a powerful spell caster hadn't survived, but, "Or maybe we'd just be surrounded out there." He shrugs.
Unless the others would rather move locations, Anthony takes a defensive stance trying to keep close enough to his ... siblings for healing. while standing ready to hit anything that gets too close. "Maybe there's a back way out or something?"
Kora wipes away her tears fiercely, using the back of her hand to do so, but they are coming fast and hot. Her heart breaking over her mother and the consequences on how she died. Giving up her soul like that. Why hadn't she contacted them sooner? Asked them for help? Did she think she had more time? It all made her so angry.
Accepting the gift without a word, she unwraps the bracers and looks them over, caressing the claw marks on the underside. She puts them on and in doing so gives her a feeling that lifts her spirits a touch.
Looking at her siblings, "So these are not only keys, but mist talismans? They might keep the mist at bay?" Without waiting for a response, she heads back out of the waterfall to see the mists for herself. Then holding her forearms out in an X formation, she attempts to test her theory.
Anthony lumbers after her to keep the woman in sight, scrubbing his hair. He hadn't gotten that idea from the message but not much point to stopping Kora from trying.
As Kora emerges from the deluge of plummeting water, thanks to the vision granted by Anthony, she is able to see the mists Anthony warned the group about. You see them slinking across the surface of the pond, its many twisting coils and strands weaving through the air like the heads of one of the infamous hydras you've heard tales about. You see the pond underneath the mists freeze solid, webs of ice spreading out across the surface of the murky water. As of now, the freezing fog is about 150 feet away.
Anthony breaks out the waterfall as well, chill water working its way through all the seams and holes in his armor as it soaks him from head to toe. Blinking water out of his eyes and talking a few steps out, he looks around the rocky vale about them. Squinting through the rain, he sees impenetrable banks of fog engulfing the mountain peaks all about, devouring trees and boulders ravenously. It looks like the mist has you surrounded, but the fog ahead of you almost seems cautious in the way it creeps forward.
Zathon escapes through the curtain of water as well, and as he does, a brilliant arc of lightning rips through the dismal clouds above you, lighting up your surroundings in a stark light. Within the fraction of the second of light the lightning provided, you see innumerable ominous silhouettes of twisted humanoid figures looming in the mist all about you, but they disappear as darkness settles back into the vale.
Aoufie blows out the candle and stores it back into his pack. He disliked having his fur being soaked but he leaves the cave anyway swearing as he is drenched again. "Kora, we don't know what is in the fog. Stay together everyone."
Once outside he sees the engulfing fog. Damn, leaving is not an option anymore. Come on fog what are you hiding.
"Ah- GUys! Get out here! There's- creatures in the mist! If you have a light spell or something now might be the time to use it!" He readies his weapon.
Seeing the shadows amongst the midst shocks Kora a bit. She thinks back to what the farmers were saying in the diner.
Focusing on an area where she saw the most of the creatures, she walks straight out into the pond, her feet feeling the cold floor of the bed as she does. Getting far out enough to be in range, but not to touch the ice, she casts Faerie Fire, hoping that gives them a slight advantage.
Then immediately, turns around to get back to her siblings.
"If that mist is freezing water solid as it moves, maybe not a great idea to get caught in it." But they seemed determined to stand and fight. For all the crap he'd survived, this was kind of a stupid way to die. He looks up a the cliff face to see how climbable it looks since there was no obvious back exit from within the cave.
Aoufie begins playing the beautifully crafted cittern and uses his Mantle of Inspiration granting himself a wonderous ephemeral appearance as 3 notes of music transitions to Kora, Anthony, and Zathon granting them 5 temp hp. There is a subtle aura that surrounds Aofie as he continues to pluck the strings of the cittern. "This should help each of you survive for whatever comes next."
The Mantle of Inspiration looks something like this.
Akyan growls, running after Kora just after Anthony and Zathon do the same. These things might be talismans, but that is no reason to rush into trouble recklessly. He breaks out of the waterfall along with Aoufie. "Aoufie's right--" He starts, but Zathon cut's him off. Creatures in the mist? Well, that makes sense. Gritting his teeth, he also casts Faerie Fire though in a different location from Kora's lights.
Dex save DC 12
Then he glances around taking in everyone's locations and casts Dancing lights. With a wave of his hand, four silver-green orbs of light bloom from the darkness, creating a square around the group. Once the spell takes affect he flexes his hands, ready to summon his psychic blades. He scans the area around them, watching for anything moving in the mists.
Perception: 16
"I agree Anthony, but with the looks of it we may not have much choice."
Kora wades through the pond towards the fog. As the water slowly rises to about her midthigh, she releases wave of naturalistic power towards the mist. 4 figures light up with colorful flames that dance around their bodies. Undeterred, they keep lumbering towards the group.
Akyan swiftly moves along the bank of the pond and once in range of the mist, he calls upon his innate magic and directs it at the approaching bank of fog. You all see three figures within the opaque mist erupt in scintillating flames of kaleidoscopic flames. You all see that these highlighted figures almost seem meld with and swirl around in the fog, a sign that not all the foes you are about to face have solid bodies.
As Kora drags her sopping form out the water, the approaching walls of fog suddenly halt their advance about sixty feet away. Looking around, you all can see that the fog has formed a circle around the group, extending up along the ridge of this little vale. It appears you are surrounded, trapped within an arena made of murderous mist. The seven glowing figures in the mist still burn, and the magical light emanating from them allow you to see occasional glimpses of other creatures obscured in the mist, both solid and gaseous.
For a surreal moment, nothing happens. You stare at the swirling fog across the pond, rain running in rivulets down your bodies. As you look on, you see the mist suddenly plume upwards, spiraling towards the dark heavens. As it does, a furious blast of bitterly cold wind blasts howls the pond in your direction. You have a split second to brace yourself before the wintery gale slams into you, taking your breath away with its sheer coldness Wherever the fell wind caresses water with its cold embrace, the water freezes solid in instant. The pond becomes a sheet of ice, cracking as it suddenly expands. The water on your body freezes as well, caking your body in a thin sheet of frost. Even the waterfall behind you freezes solid, creating a thick column of frozen water that is quite beautiful. Akyan glowing spheres flicker in the fell wind, sputtering weakly before the onslaught.
As the arctic gust roars past you, sorrowful wailing, agonized screeches, fearful whimpering, and the insane whispers of damned souls fill your mind and soul, chilling each of you more than the wind ever could. That moment seems to span the eternities, and you feel yourself begin to fall into the depths of gloom accompanied by the wind. You almost succumb before the raging tempest about you, but as quickly as it appeared, the gale suddenly ceases, leaving you each gasping for air as you shakily stand.
Near the top of the column of mist, you see stark white skull enshrouded in the killer fog peering balefully down upon you. You see faint, black tendrils around the grinning skull that resemble tangled hair that float and sway around it. The mist almost seems like an vast cloak that descends from the figure, shrouding the landscape in doom and despair.
You suddenly hear a faint woman's voice fill the air about you. You can't tell if the voice is in your head or if you're actually hearing it, but the sound of it grates upon your soul. The voice is as dry as a sun-parched desert, as faint as a fleeting thought, as powerful as a raging inferno, and as cold as the darkest abyss. It whispers, "So, that fool Aeolwyn really did collect some mist talismans, and you all were idiotic enough retrieve them just in time for me to take them from you." The figure laughs, the evil laughter ringing through the air and your minds. As it laughs, you hear more wails and screams of pain claw through your souls, leaving you feeling cold and empty.
Once the mirthless laughter dies down, so the sounds of suffering souls. The voice continues, "I'll make a deal with you as you all were gracious enough bring the keys to me. If you surrender the talismans, I'll let you go. Refuse, and I will rend your spirit asunder as your body joins the mist. The choice is yours, and I would choose quickly. The remnants under my sway grow hungry." With that ultimatum, the voice falls silent.
If only someone had suggested running away from stupid instead of toward it. "Well, I'm already dead, so might as well stretch my legs while I can." There's no fear. That's for people who deserve to be alive. Instead, Anthony touches the simple, rough carved wooden symbol around his neck. "See if we can punch a hole through. Don't attack any if they run, yeah?"
Attempting to Turn Undead wis dc 12 any within 30' that he can see, and he does have see invisibility going, though that probably doesn't help here.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
Aoufie hands out the bundled talismans to their respective owner. Each bundle is a different size and shape from another, adding an air of mystery about what these "keys" may be.
As Aoufie grabs his bundle, he feels a tingle of magic graze his fingertips. You pull out your bundle and cast away the cloth. In your hands is a masterfully-crafted cittern. Never before have you seen a cittern this expertly made. The wood is polished to the point where it gleams and almost sparkles in what little feeble light emanates from your candle. The sides of the cittern are painted a glossy white in wavy patterns, and you see that the scroll is this cittern resembles the head of a snarling wolf smelt in silver. Your fingers brush lightly over its taught stings, and the instrument hums a pure and powerful tone.
((Add Mac-Fuirmidh Cittern to your inventory))
Kora's bundle is smaller than Aoufie's. She unwraps the blanket to reveal two leather bracers died a deep forest green. Turning them over in her hands, she sees three jagged claw marks scarred into the green leather.
((Add Insignia of Claws to your inventory))
Anthony's bundle contains a simple leather necklace from which hangs a beautiful stone. The color of evening sky, the myriad hues of blue and indigo within the gemstone almost seem to swirl and mix within its mesmerizing depths.
((Add Periapt of Wound Closure to your inventory))
The smallest of them all, Akyan's bundle contains an elaborately designed golden ring set with a dull green stone that resembles a large beetle. As his fingers brush against it, he can feel his psychic defenses draw energy from the mysterious ring.
((Add Ring of Mind Shielding to your inventory))
Jared's package is by far the heaviest of the bunch, and once opened, it reveals a large mace with a many-flanged head. The entire weapon seems to be crafted from one solid piece of iron, and he can feel it humming slightly with power.
((Add Mace of Smiting to your inventory))
Zathon's parcel opens to reveal a black blade. The pommel of the dark weapon is crafted to resemble the head of a black dragon, and the edges of the blade have a greenish tint to them. As he grasps the hilt, he feels a faint glimmer of a conscience brush against his own.
((Add Dragon's Wrath Longsword to your inventory))
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Zathon is rather silent, not unusual for him, but the sight of Aoelwyn causes tears to roll down his cheeks. As Anthony enters and the illusion fades he wipes his eyes quickly, taking whatever Aoufie hands him.
"I hope they do brother."
He bristles slightly as he grabs the sword. Great, more things messing with his head.
Anthony slips his gift over his head and stuffs it under his clothes for now. Who gets to decide who deserves to be imprisoned and who not, he wonders. And why not destroy these items if they could be used by those who did? Plenty of time to ponder those things later. "If we can get out of here before that mist gets to us we should try." Gently trying again to break people out of their mourning.
Jared takes the mace, feels its balance, and then sticks it into his belt.
"last gift from Mum." he says softly.
Aoufie lovingly holds onto the Citern and this marks the last gift he will receive from Aunty Grym. That saddens him, but the fog is pressing in, and such thoughts should be reserved when we are safe and sound.
He looks to Anthony "Where should we go it seems the fog is practically here, and I am wondering what truly hides in this fog. I rather not face the fog without magic, so I do not recommend going back to Grymhearth."
Akyan is a bit hesitant to walk through the wall. Even with the magic users of the group being so sure it was safe, something is giving him a bad feeling and since he can't pinpoint it, he's wary of everything. He glances back when Anthony warns of the approaching mists. How had he not noticed that? He grits his teeth. "Best make this fast then." With that, he passes through the wall and into the small room with the chest.
His breath catches when the golden phantom of Aoelwyn appears in front of them. Forcing himself to breath, he listens intently to her last words. So this Azalin person is the one responsible for all of this. The drow clenches his fists, feeling the anger he had been pushing down start to boil. Now he has someone to channel it towards. His eyes flash green as he unconsciously taps into his psychic powers. Rudolph Van Richten. Hopefully he isn't to hard to find. All they have is his name, and it's not like they can safely ask around for him either. They'll have to be strategic and careful about who they ask.
He blinks, and the green glow vanishes from his eyes as Aoefie passes him his parcel. Withdrawing it's contents, he stares at it for a moment as he feels its power. Then he closes his eyes, a small smile touching his lips. She knew him to well. This will stave off some of his paranoia of having his mind breached. Slipping it onto his left hand, he is surprised when it suddenly turns invisible. "Interesting." He thinks, frowning at it. "But will it still be affective within the stone circle?" He looks to the others. "I agree with Aoufie. If we must face this fog tonight then let us do so here. Not only can we access magic, we also will avoid potentially turning Grymhearth into a battlefield."
Anthony nodded at Akyan's comment about not leading the dangers back to Grymhearth, they had enough troubles there as it was. "Not sure how to fight fog, higher ground or somewhere we can retreat from if we need to?" Anthony had very basic defensive training; he was no tactician. One thing he didn't like was the idea of being trapped here in a killing mist that a powerful spell caster hadn't survived, but, "Or maybe we'd just be surrounded out there." He shrugs.
Unless the others would rather move locations, Anthony takes a defensive stance trying to keep close enough to his ... siblings for healing. while standing ready to hit anything that gets too close. "Maybe there's a back way out or something?"
((Perception 12))
Kora wipes away her tears fiercely, using the back of her hand to do so, but they are coming fast and hot. Her heart breaking over her mother and the consequences on how she died. Giving up her soul like that. Why hadn't she contacted them sooner? Asked them for help? Did she think she had more time? It all made her so angry.
Accepting the gift without a word, she unwraps the bracers and looks them over, caressing the claw marks on the underside. She puts them on and in doing so gives her a feeling that lifts her spirits a touch.
Looking at her siblings, "So these are not only keys, but mist talismans? They might keep the mist at bay?" Without waiting for a response, she heads back out of the waterfall to see the mists for herself. Then holding her forearms out in an X formation, she attempts to test her theory.
Anthony lumbers after her to keep the woman in sight, scrubbing his hair. He hadn't gotten that idea from the message but not much point to stopping Kora from trying.
"Kora! You can't just wander off we don't know what's happening." Zathon is right behind her, concern evident in his voice.
As Kora emerges from the deluge of plummeting water, thanks to the vision granted by Anthony, she is able to see the mists Anthony warned the group about. You see them slinking across the surface of the pond, its many twisting coils and strands weaving through the air like the heads of one of the infamous hydras you've heard tales about. You see the pond underneath the mists freeze solid, webs of ice spreading out across the surface of the murky water. As of now, the freezing fog is about 150 feet away.
Anthony breaks out the waterfall as well, chill water working its way through all the seams and holes in his armor as it soaks him from head to toe. Blinking water out of his eyes and talking a few steps out, he looks around the rocky vale about them. Squinting through the rain, he sees impenetrable banks of fog engulfing the mountain peaks all about, devouring trees and boulders ravenously. It looks like the mist has you surrounded, but the fog ahead of you almost seems cautious in the way it creeps forward.
Zathon escapes through the curtain of water as well, and as he does, a brilliant arc of lightning rips through the dismal clouds above you, lighting up your surroundings in a stark light. Within the fraction of the second of light the lightning provided, you see innumerable ominous silhouettes of twisted humanoid figures looming in the mist all about you, but they disappear as darkness settles back into the vale.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Aoufie blows out the candle and stores it back into his pack. He disliked having his fur being soaked but he leaves the cave anyway swearing as he is drenched again. "Kora, we don't know what is in the fog. Stay together everyone."
Once outside he sees the engulfing fog. Damn, leaving is not an option anymore. Come on fog what are you hiding.
"Ah- GUys! Get out here! There's- creatures in the mist! If you have a light spell or something now might be the time to use it!" He readies his weapon.
Seeing the shadows amongst the midst shocks Kora a bit. She thinks back to what the farmers were saying in the diner.
Focusing on an area where she saw the most of the creatures, she walks straight out into the pond, her feet feeling the cold floor of the bed as she does. Getting far out enough to be in range, but not to touch the ice, she casts Faerie Fire, hoping that gives them a slight advantage.
Then immediately, turns around to get back to her siblings.
(DEX save 14 or those beings shall be seen!)
"If that mist is freezing water solid as it moves, maybe not a great idea to get caught in it." But they seemed determined to stand and fight. For all the crap he'd survived, this was kind of a stupid way to die. He looks up a the cliff face to see how climbable it looks since there was no obvious back exit from within the cave.
Aoufie begins playing the beautifully crafted cittern and uses his Mantle of Inspiration granting himself a wonderous ephemeral appearance as 3 notes of music transitions to Kora, Anthony, and Zathon granting them 5 temp hp. There is a subtle aura that surrounds Aofie as he continues to pluck the strings of the cittern. "This should help each of you survive for whatever comes next."
The Mantle of Inspiration looks something like this.
Akyan growls, running after Kora just after Anthony and Zathon do the same. These things might be talismans, but that is no reason to rush into trouble recklessly. He breaks out of the waterfall along with Aoufie. "Aoufie's right--" He starts, but Zathon cut's him off. Creatures in the mist? Well, that makes sense. Gritting his teeth, he also casts Faerie Fire though in a different location from Kora's lights.
Dex save DC 12
Then he glances around taking in everyone's locations and casts Dancing lights. With a wave of his hand, four silver-green orbs of light bloom from the darkness, creating a square around the group. Once the spell takes affect he flexes his hands, ready to summon his psychic blades. He scans the area around them, watching for anything moving in the mists.
Perception: 16
"I agree Anthony, but with the looks of it we may not have much choice."
Jared joins the party, looking about but saying little.
Kora wades through the pond towards the fog. As the water slowly rises to about her midthigh, she releases wave of naturalistic power towards the mist. 4 figures light up with colorful flames that dance around their bodies. Undeterred, they keep lumbering towards the group.
Akyan swiftly moves along the bank of the pond and once in range of the mist, he calls upon his innate magic and directs it at the approaching bank of fog. You all see three figures within the opaque mist erupt in scintillating flames of kaleidoscopic flames. You all see that these highlighted figures almost seem meld with and swirl around in the fog, a sign that not all the foes you are about to face have solid bodies.
As Kora drags her sopping form out the water, the approaching walls of fog suddenly halt their advance about sixty feet away. Looking around, you all can see that the fog has formed a circle around the group, extending up along the ridge of this little vale. It appears you are surrounded, trapped within an arena made of murderous mist. The seven glowing figures in the mist still burn, and the magical light emanating from them allow you to see occasional glimpses of other creatures obscured in the mist, both solid and gaseous.
For a surreal moment, nothing happens. You stare at the swirling fog across the pond, rain running in rivulets down your bodies. As you look on, you see the mist suddenly plume upwards, spiraling towards the dark heavens. As it does, a furious blast of bitterly cold wind blasts howls the pond in your direction. You have a split second to brace yourself before the wintery gale slams into you, taking your breath away with its sheer coldness Wherever the fell wind caresses water with its cold embrace, the water freezes solid in instant. The pond becomes a sheet of ice, cracking as it suddenly expands. The water on your body freezes as well, caking your body in a thin sheet of frost. Even the waterfall behind you freezes solid, creating a thick column of frozen water that is quite beautiful. Akyan glowing spheres flicker in the fell wind, sputtering weakly before the onslaught.
As the arctic gust roars past you, sorrowful wailing, agonized screeches, fearful whimpering, and the insane whispers of damned souls fill your mind and soul, chilling each of you more than the wind ever could. That moment seems to span the eternities, and you feel yourself begin to fall into the depths of gloom accompanied by the wind. You almost succumb before the raging tempest about you, but as quickly as it appeared, the gale suddenly ceases, leaving you each gasping for air as you shakily stand.
Near the top of the column of mist, you see stark white skull enshrouded in the killer fog peering balefully down upon you. You see faint, black tendrils around the grinning skull that resemble tangled hair that float and sway around it. The mist almost seems like an vast cloak that descends from the figure, shrouding the landscape in doom and despair.
You suddenly hear a faint woman's voice fill the air about you. You can't tell if the voice is in your head or if you're actually hearing it, but the sound of it grates upon your soul. The voice is as dry as a sun-parched desert, as faint as a fleeting thought, as powerful as a raging inferno, and as cold as the darkest abyss. It whispers, "So, that fool Aeolwyn really did collect some mist talismans, and you all were idiotic enough retrieve them just in time for me to take them from you." The figure laughs, the evil laughter ringing through the air and your minds. As it laughs, you hear more wails and screams of pain claw through your souls, leaving you feeling cold and empty.
Once the mirthless laughter dies down, so the sounds of suffering souls. The voice continues, "I'll make a deal with you as you all were gracious enough bring the keys to me. If you surrender the talismans, I'll let you go. Refuse, and I will rend your spirit asunder as your body joins the mist. The choice is yours, and I would choose quickly. The remnants under my sway grow hungry." With that ultimatum, the voice falls silent.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
If only someone had suggested running away from stupid instead of toward it. "Well, I'm already dead, so might as well stretch my legs while I can." There's no fear. That's for people who deserve to be alive. Instead, Anthony touches the simple, rough carved wooden symbol around his neck. "See if we can punch a hole through. Don't attack any if they run, yeah?"
Attempting to Turn Undead wis dc 12 any within 30' that he can see, and he does have see invisibility going, though that probably doesn't help here.