The voice sounds like that of a young man, maybe 17 summers old. He slurred his words, the way a thirsty man does as his tongue swells from lack of water.
The young blonde priestess looks concerned as she realizes someone is trapped below the chapel, someone starving, but she also realizes it might simply be another ghoul. She waits for the old paladin to open the trapdoor to find out, blade and shield ready, prepared for the worst.
As the others file in, the old warrior kneels by the rusted lock, positioning his loaned dagger through the loop. His voice rings soft, the boom of magic no longer tinted in his voice: "Ready thyselves! Mind thee, what lieth behind this panel, 'tis nay but a creature befouled of undeath. Thy best mercy be unto a blade severing its wretched head. If thy stomach thou canst bear, I appreciate thy aid."
With a quick pry, he attempts to break open the trapdoor...
**Athletics: 9 (always the worst rolls for important checks)**
Illmirth backs away from the trap door and begins to hum softly, tickling the weave, coaxing power from it, shaping it to his will. He holds the last note, the power of the spell crackling in the air around his right hand.
***OoC: ready action guiding bolt attack 23 damage 4. Trigger = something undead comes out of the trap door***
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The rusty lock sprung open, there had been very little stopping it from opening of its own volition.
You hear feet scrambling below. The knocking on the door stops. You open the trapdoor and peer into the darkness below, there is a rancid smell of unwashed body and faeces. You see something move out of the corner of your eye, something running away. A young man in rags.
The young blonde priestess attempts to let the divine light from her shield light up the chamber below, ready to sheath her blade and climb down if needed to bring the young man into the light. "Don't be afraid, we are here to help." She says with a warm tone.
Persuasion to calm and befiend the young man: 5 + Guidance: 3 Insight to determine if he is indeed another ghoul: 15
Crisaryn quickly glances from Illmirth to Murdock and then to Lorelei. Each seems to have their own ideas about how to act here. She simply brings her arcane power to the fore of her thoughts then says, "Approach."
(Casting Command at the boy through the trap door.)
He comes back into sight, Who are you? You come down and help me?
By the light of Loreleis shield you see an emaciated young man, perhaps 16 or so he looks. His clothing is in tatters. His skin encrusted with dirt. He is guarding his eyes from the sudden light.
Illmirth pours his full focus on holding the energy his magic created. As seconds go by and the boy didn't just pop out of the hole like a fuzzy little mole doll in a festival game he feels the energy breaking apart . With a sigh, he watches the radiant energy dancing through his fingers fizzle and blink out.
"Damn," he mutters softly. Illmirth hated to waste his arcane energy, but that's the risk that must be taken when one readies a spell. This go around he just waits to see how this situation plays out, Lorelei and Crisaryn seemed to have the situation well in hand.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
"Yes, we will help you if we can."The young blonde priestess says with a reassuring tone, knowing that that help might be ending him if he was already one of the undead. "Who are you boy, and why have you been locked in down here?"
Me, I'm Doru, Donavich is my father. I tried to fight Strahd. We went up to the castle. He killed them all, just me left. Father was scared Strahd would come for me so he hid me here. Your light is too bright, no sun down here, my eyes hurt. Come down and help me,..please. He begs.
Rhianne moves up to where Lorelei was standing and gestured, casting Detect Evil and Good.
She murmurs as her senses enlarge to take in most of the chapel and the crypt below. The chapels desecration weighs heavily on her. She felt the pull of one evil undead in the crypt. Unless there was someone else down there, Doru was now undead.
Are you all alone Doru?
Doru replies Yes lady, can you help? Come down.
Rhianne drew away from the trap door and softly told the others that Doru was an undead.
"Can there be some way to save him?"The young blonde priestess asks quietly. "He seems lucid. It feels wrong to destroy him. We would be Strahd's executioners."
Crisaryn sighs at the inaction. Wasted spells. All the questions. "Lorelei. If any here would know if he can be saved it would be you. He has died though, killing him seems a safe way to relieve him of his condition."
The young blonde priestess lowers her head in defeat. "I'm sorry, it just feels so very wrong to me to kill him for being brave enough to face Strahd, but you are right Crisaryn, it is too late for him, he has to be destroyed now. He is no mere ghoul though, Strahd has turned him into a vampire spawn so be careful." She says quietly, ready to follow the lead of the others now.
I sense no curse but he is undead, there is no coming back from vampirism, only the peace of the grave. She lifts her head and calls out Aiden!
The ghostly cleric stops talking to the elders and flows into the kitchen. His light lit up the small room and all its atrocities. He moves to stand over the trapdoor then speaks into all their heads. Death is the only blessing that will set this poor soul free.
Father Aiden flowed down into the crypt creating a safe space for the party to descend, his pendant of the Morning Lord shone brightly and Doru moved away from the stairs hissing, his canine teeth showing.
Rhianne comes down the stairs into the crypt, pulls out her longsword and casts Toll The Dead on Doru for 8 points of damage. She swings her thurible and the scent of Frankincense slowly pervades the crypt.
Aiden casts Light on the ceiling and like true dawn it illuminates the crypt in all its glory. The skulls of the dead stare back at you, thankfully staying dead. You can see a neat pile of dead rats.
The Paladin does not hesitate. He follows shortly after the allied cleric, moving into position with his longsword raised. This is not a battle, but a mercy. A benediction of an accursed soul, that it may find rest once more. He does not preach or pray. That comes after. He says what needs be said and nothing more. And when his blade bites flesh, he wishes nothing, nigh but a quick end for the poor boy.
**To hit: 15, Damage: 10, Divine Smite: 13 (3d8 on undead) radiant, Longsword Sap gives spawn disadvantage**
Murdock closes with Doru and acts quickly to hit him before he runs away. He hits Doru in the chest, 23 points of damage. Doru screams at him, no words just pain.
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Illmirth insight.
The voice sounds like that of a young man, maybe 17 summers old. He slurred his words, the way a thirsty man does as his tongue swells from lack of water.
You need to know what Murdock is doing about it.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess looks concerned as she realizes someone is trapped below the chapel, someone starving, but she also realizes it might simply be another ghoul. She waits for the old paladin to open the trapdoor to find out, blade and shield ready, prepared for the worst.
Murdock
As the others file in, the old warrior kneels by the rusted lock, positioning his loaned dagger through the loop. His voice rings soft, the boom of magic no longer tinted in his voice: "Ready thyselves! Mind thee, what lieth behind this panel, 'tis nay but a creature befouled of undeath. Thy best mercy be unto a blade severing its wretched head. If thy stomach thou canst bear, I appreciate thy aid."
With a quick pry, he attempts to break open the trapdoor...
**Athletics: 9 (always the worst rolls for important checks)**
Illmirth
Illmirth backs away from the trap door and begins to hum softly, tickling the weave, coaxing power from it, shaping it to his will. He holds the last note, the power of the spell crackling in the air around his right hand.
***OoC: ready action guiding bolt attack 23 damage 4. Trigger = something undead comes out of the trap door***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
The rusty lock sprung open, there had been very little stopping it from opening of its own volition.
You hear feet scrambling below. The knocking on the door stops. You open the trapdoor and peer into the darkness below, there is a rancid smell of unwashed body and faeces. You see something move out of the corner of your eye, something running away. A young man in rags.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess attempts to let the divine light from her shield light up the chamber below, ready to sheath her blade and climb down if needed to bring the young man into the light. "Don't be afraid, we are here to help." She says with a warm tone.
Persuasion to calm and befiend the young man: 5 + Guidance: 3
Insight to determine if he is indeed another ghoul: 15
(Use Heroic inspiration to reroll Persuasion: 10 )
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn quickly glances from Illmirth to Murdock and then to Lorelei. Each seems to have their own ideas about how to act here. She simply brings her arcane power to the fore of her thoughts then says, "Approach."
(Casting Command at the boy through the trap door.)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Insight Lorelei,
Murdock must have felt something wrong. He said it was an undead. Perhaps you should move carefully.
initial persuasion roll fail, heroic inspiration works.
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Crisaryns command also works.
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He comes back into sight, Who are you? You come down and help me?
By the light of Loreleis shield you see an emaciated young man, perhaps 16 or so he looks. His clothing is in tatters. His skin encrusted with dirt. He is guarding his eyes from the sudden light.
Illmirth
Illmirth pours his full focus on holding the energy his magic created. As seconds go by and the boy didn't just pop out of the hole like a fuzzy little mole doll in a festival game he feels the energy breaking apart . With a sigh, he watches the radiant energy dancing through his fingers fizzle and blink out.
"Damn," he mutters softly. Illmirth hated to waste his arcane energy, but that's the risk that must be taken when one readies a spell. This go around he just waits to see how this situation plays out, Lorelei and Crisaryn seemed to have the situation well in hand.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Lorelei Dawnwarden
"Yes, we will help you if we can." The young blonde priestess says with a reassuring tone, knowing that that help might be ending him if he was already one of the undead. "Who are you boy, and why have you been locked in down here?"
Me, I'm Doru, Donavich is my father. I tried to fight Strahd. We went up to the castle. He killed them all, just me left. Father was scared Strahd would come for me so he hid me here. Your light is too bright, no sun down here, my eyes hurt. Come down and help me,..please. He begs.
DM
Rhianne moves up to where Lorelei was standing and gestured, casting Detect Evil and Good.
She murmurs as her senses enlarge to take in most of the chapel and the crypt below. The chapels desecration weighs heavily on her. She felt the pull of one evil undead in the crypt. Unless there was someone else down there, Doru was now undead.
Are you all alone Doru?
Doru replies Yes lady, can you help? Come down.
Rhianne drew away from the trap door and softly told the others that Doru was an undead.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
"Can there be some way to save him?" The young blonde priestess asks quietly. "He seems lucid. It feels wrong to destroy him. We would be Strahd's executioners."
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn sighs at the inaction. Wasted spells. All the questions. "Lorelei. If any here would know if he can be saved it would be you. He has died though, killing him seems a safe way to relieve him of his condition."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess lowers her head in defeat. "I'm sorry, it just feels so very wrong to me to kill him for being brave enough to face Strahd, but you are right Crisaryn, it is too late for him, he has to be destroyed now. He is no mere ghoul though, Strahd has turned him into a vampire spawn so be careful." She says quietly, ready to follow the lead of the others now.
Rhianne,
I sense no curse but he is undead, there is no coming back from vampirism, only the peace of the grave. She lifts her head and calls out Aiden!
The ghostly cleric stops talking to the elders and flows into the kitchen. His light lit up the small room and all its atrocities. He moves to stand over the trapdoor then speaks into all their heads. Death is the only blessing that will set this poor soul free.
Father Aiden flowed down into the crypt creating a safe space for the party to descend, his pendant of the Morning Lord shone brightly and Doru moved away from the stairs hissing, his canine teeth showing.
Initiative
Rhianne and Aiden 20
Party 16
Doru 4
DM
Rhianne comes down the stairs into the crypt, pulls out her longsword and casts Toll The Dead on Doru for 8 points of damage. She swings her thurible and the scent of Frankincense slowly pervades the crypt.
Aiden casts Light on the ceiling and like true dawn it illuminates the crypt in all its glory. The skulls of the dead stare back at you, thankfully staying dead. You can see a neat pile of dead rats.
Your turn.
Murdock
The Paladin does not hesitate. He follows shortly after the allied cleric, moving into position with his longsword raised. This is not a battle, but a mercy. A benediction of an accursed soul, that it may find rest once more. He does not preach or pray. That comes after. He says what needs be said and nothing more. And when his blade bites flesh, he wishes nothing, nigh but a quick end for the poor boy.
**To hit: 15, Damage: 10, Divine Smite: 13 (3d8 on undead) radiant, Longsword Sap gives spawn disadvantage**
DM
Murdock closes with Doru and acts quickly to hit him before he runs away. He hits Doru in the chest, 23 points of damage. Doru screams at him, no words just pain.