Having advanced a little further down the corridor to catch up to Bees and receive his report, Threnody watches as he peeks inside the final door.
"Are you suffering from memory loss too? I've been talking about sensing undead to the east for a while now." Threnody frowns, looking down at Kaster. She brushes him away with the butt of her spear as if shooing away a particularly pesky gnat.
"And what exactly do you imagine that moaning is?" She whispers, keeping her sardonic tone low. "That we slogged through sewers and necromancers, just to stumble into the honeymoon suite of some energetic newlyweds? ... Of course it's damned undead."
Bees moves back to the group to report. "No less than six undead wandering aimlessly in there." Pointing to the third door he encountered. "What's our play?" He asks the group hoping someone has a scroll of fireball or some other magic to make quick work of the animated dead in the next room over.
Though Liatris had appeared a touch disappointed on Kaster's reasoning for suggesting they knock, she soon after just quietly shook her head, dismissing the halfling's words as being born of either naviety or self-delusion. Both of which were dangerous in their own way. Yet, as she looked at him again, there's a glimmer of hope in her eyes... and pity, but MOSTLY hope.
"Though their senses have been diminished by decay, the rest of us aren't like to sneak past easily enough. And as I have not the means to reinforce the door significantly enough as to prevent their them from simply smashing through later if circumstances later grab their attention, it may best to put them down swiftly, taking advantage of the tight quarters to eliminate them in such a way that they would not be able to so easily overrun us." She whispered, then looks to Threnody. "But in this instance, I am more inclined to differ to your wisdom, Miss T."
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Attacked by the spear of Threnody and the glares of Liatris, Kaster grouses and grumbles to himself about "the bigs" and wanders away from the group and towards the door Bees had said the undead were behind. ((Threnody says she caught up to Bees, Bees says he went back to the group... I am guessing they are somewhere not right in front of the door at this point?)) Once outside the door Kaster will peek through the rotted thing and try to get a glance at the creatures within. Their decaying flesh and undead life repulses Kaster and he almost unwittingly casts Flaming Sphere on the other side of the door - inside of the room - such that the zombies or whatever cannot exit the room without passing through the sphere...
"Foul things!" he calls out at them. "Come and get me!"
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Having advanced a little further down the corridor to catch up to Bees and receive his report, Threnody watches as he peeks inside the final door.
"Are you suffering from memory loss too? I've been talking about sensing undead to the east for a while now." Threnody frowns, looking down at Kaster. She brushes him away with the butt of her spear as if shooing away a particularly pesky gnat.
"And what exactly do you imagine that moaning is?" She whispers, keeping her sardonic tone low. "That we slogged through sewers and necromancers, just to stumble into the honeymoon suite of some energetic newlyweds? ... Of course it's damned undead."
Bees moves back to the group to report. "No less than six undead wandering aimlessly in there." Pointing to the third door he encountered. "What's our play?" He asks the group hoping someone has a scroll of fireball or some other magic to make quick work of the animated dead in the next room over.
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Though Liatris had appeared a touch disappointed on Kaster's reasoning for suggesting they knock, she soon after just quietly shook her head, dismissing the halfling's words as being born of either naviety or self-delusion. Both of which were dangerous in their own way. Yet, as she looked at him again, there's a glimmer of hope in her eyes... and pity, but MOSTLY hope.
"Though their senses have been diminished by decay, the rest of us aren't like to sneak past easily enough. And as I have not the means to reinforce the door significantly enough as to prevent their them from simply smashing through later if circumstances later grab their attention, it may best to put them down swiftly, taking advantage of the tight quarters to eliminate them in such a way that they would not be able to so easily overrun us." She whispered, then looks to Threnody. "But in this instance, I am more inclined to differ to your wisdom, Miss T."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Attacked by the spear of Threnody and the glares of Liatris, Kaster grouses and grumbles to himself about "the bigs" and wanders away from the group and towards the door Bees had said the undead were behind. ((Threnody says she caught up to Bees, Bees says he went back to the group... I am guessing they are somewhere not right in front of the door at this point?)) Once outside the door Kaster will peek through the rotted thing and try to get a glance at the creatures within. Their decaying flesh and undead life repulses Kaster and he almost unwittingly casts Flaming Sphere on the other side of the door - inside of the room - such that the zombies or whatever cannot exit the room without passing through the sphere...
"Foul things!" he calls out at them. "Come and get me!"