Lost Mines, Lost Labs, and Lost Hope (RobJFalcon's Campaign)

5 investigation.  Maybe best not trust me to do this alone.

 Dustfinger also snoops on this chest.

Investigation 5

As soon as you enter the room to inspect the chest, a ghostly figure rises up from the floor. “Your presence is offensive to me, your life forfeit. My treasures are mine alone, not yours to plunder!” The voice is whispy, like it has to be forced into your realm.

Dustfinger:

 Dirk:

My keen senses are aware that this chest is most definitely trapped.  

Fjolnir follows the group; peering around the edge of the doorframe as the others stand in it- the clouds of dust and powdered rusty hinge drop as the voice booms out.

  "...ah shite..." 

"Halt shade! We have been tasked with clearing this mine of threats. Speak and convince us you are not one or we will vanquish you like we have so many of the ghouls that roam this halls. We will shatter you like the chattering flying skull. We will dismiss you like the spectator in the other room." Convince us you are benign or have your malignant spirit cleansed."

"You dare threaten Mormesk? Ha ha ha!" His laughter echoes through the room. "If you are truthful about the flameskull and the spectator, you are more capable than you look. Those weapons! You've been to the Spellforge! You HAVE taken care of the spectator... excellent. I am willing to make a deal. Offer me something in exchange for my treasures, something you think would be of worth to me, and I'll allow you to open my chest and peruse my books, and perhaps not kill you."

He gestures to a handful of magically preserved tomes that remain on the shelves.

Dustfinger takes a step towards the ghost, and with great seriousness in his voice, he makes his offer. 

"It's probably been quite some time since you've had a body to enjoy even the basic sensations of life. I will let you possess me for an hour. I have rations you can eat. I have a dolphin you can flog. One hour to feel life again."

"What? No, gross. What's wrong with you?"

"Your loss, pal." Dusty is indignant.

I silently nod, impressed with Dustfinger's suggestion.  

"If there are no serious offers for exchanging of goods?..." Mormesk pauses a moment for any other offers.

 Hey Dust.  If I were a dusty old specter I would totally take your offer.  Eat, poop, piss and **** all over the place. Morman probably just forgot what an orgasm feels like.... or never knew.

  Hey Mermeth, look I'm speaking for myself here but I don't know what is in that chest if anything at all, and I don't read books.  My question is, will you stay out of the new owners way and their mining operation?  If not, you can probably take all your shit and clear out of here because tall talk wont stop us from splattering your ecto like new art deco.

"Enough!"

Roll initiative.

Mormesk: 20

???: 9

Fjolnir: 5
Absinthe: 20
Hymir: 12

21

Initiative.      14

Dusty's butthole clenches.  Initiative 3 

Mormesk, tired of the insults and lack of decent offerings, moves in to attack Dirk at an angle, attempting to swipe through him with a spectral clawed hand. Attack: 12 Damage: 13 but he misses as Dirk deftly dodges the blow. Mormesk then moves South through the wall out of sight. You are left alone in the room.

Dirk and Dustfinger may take an opportunity attack at him as he flies away.

Then Dirk, Dustfinger, Hymir and Az Emberi are up.

23- Mormesk the Wraith
21- Dirk
19- Dustfinger
17- Hymir
14- Az Emberi
11- ???
7- Fjolnir
6- Absinthe

Narrowly avoiding it's strike, and barely graceful I spin around transitioning into deft strikes with a shortsword+1 slash (+1 +1 right?  Look at my rolls to be sure I did it right.) Attack: 20 Damage: 3 followed by a plunging dagger  Attack: 11 Damage: 3 opportunity attack.  ( I forgot to input the damage dice, let me know if that is even necessary.  Those were just my natural bonuses +1)

I move to the south just 10ft north of where Amethyst disappeared, weapons still drawn.  Who do we have to kill to get a little respect around here?  Do dragons count for nothing?  Ready another two weapon strike to any enemy that closes range.

(Opportunity) Dusty takes a swing at the slimer as it turns and, uh, glides away.

26 dam 10  

(Regular Action) Dust then moves around the group up to the north wall, turning to face the south while preparing to cast faerie fire when the wraith shows himself next.

"I'm casting faerie fire when slimer pops into view. Don't cramp the south wall if you don't want to look like the ass end of a firefly."