The skeletal creature hisses, it goes to lash back at Wulcrath's strike but the glow in the eyes flicker and the body shudders erratically. It suddenly lashes out, this way and that before letting out a horrifically deep roar as the bones and sinew that kept it together crumble to nothing...
The darkness eases its grip on the place as the dust settles, it can be seen that as the creature flailed, it broke open a secret revealing glistening gems and coins...
However, as a sense of relief begins to settle in a voice rumbles from all around.
You have made yourselves known, mortals. The shadows now watch unblinking...
Leaving the party in a more bearable dark silence...
“Coward,” Daffafle spits on the ground, glancing into the shadows as Lucky returns to her shoulder, enhancing her vision. “Your champion has fallen. Perhaps your shadows can tell us the fate of Melyne’s daughter? Or does Khaz need to put an axe your rotting face to get answers?”
"Knew ya had it in ye, Wulcrath!" he says cheerfuly, just to change into a more serious almost angry tone as the last pat, stronger than the others lands on the dragonborn's back "But try tae hit yer target sooner, next time."
He then joins Daffafle's side and waits for the shadow's response.
The team’s adrenaline isn’t so quick to fade. They look in the corners, in the hallways of gathered shadow looking to be prepared for anything that sneaks from the shadows… but there’s nothing. It’s a slow acceptance, but it is clear whatever was looming is gone and they are alone…
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Bart’s well-read ways allow him to efficiently check Alysa’s condition as simply unconscious and stable. So much so, she begins to stir as Bart examines…
Wulcrath eyes fall to the ground as Khazans final pat lands, his expression solemn.
"Understood." He says as he Sheathes his Sword and adjusts himself.
"I'll try to be better next time..." Turning away from the group, an self-unsatisfied grimace spreading across his face, before he pushes his emotions down and straightens himself up, standing with the Torch, turning back around, silent as he waits for the others to be ready to exit, watching over the group the best he can in the darkness.
“Guess you’ll have to save your axe,” Daffafle shrugs almost apologetically to Khazan.
Gazing over the group, she nods with a sense of pride. “We’ve been through a lot. Snake skeleton, zombies, bandits,” she grimaces a bit at that one. “But we’ve made it through together. And I just wanted to say...I’m honored to be a part of this group.”
The glint of the gems catching her eye, Daffafle walks over to inspect the uncovered treasure.
“Easy, priestess. You’re still in the land of the living.”
Bart helps her to sit up. On hearing Daffafle, he looks back over his shoulder. “Yeah. I think... I know that there are other warriors who are stronger. But I like doing these crazy things with you people.”
Alysais slow, but gets up with a start. She takes Bart's hand, and says her thanks in Elvish. A gesture of praise to Pelor before she raises her mace aglow providing a warm light, and with it a sense of ease.
Daffaflelooks over the broken into store of treasures to find the following:-
2520cp, 1121sp, 60gp and 1pp resting on the top of the coin pile resting on top of the coin pile in a bowl made of sheer black ceramic. ((41gp 4sp 2cp each!)) In a smaller bowl lies 11 black gems. Daffafle being skilled in gem work would recognise them as Obsidian gems, worth roughly 10gp each! Resting in between the two is a small scroll case.
“Looks like we won’t go hungry for quite some time,” Daffafle notes. “The obsidian could fetch a pretty price as well, though I’m not sure the people in this town have the gold to pay for such stones.” Collecting her share and two of the gems, Daffafle takes a look at the scroll case.
The scroll case is of well-made black leather. A bit dusty, but apart from that kept really well as the scroll easily slides out bound but a strip of leather. A quick roll out and glance of the written sigils reveals to a Spell Scroll for fireball 3rd Level.
Those of you around Khazanwould notice a series of sigils glowing, blinking with a whitish-blue light on his exposed arms, broad chest and round stomach...
Khazan mumbles something under his breath in response to Bart and Daffafle's talk. As he moves toward the pile of coins he notices a blinking glow coming from his arms "What the ..? Moradin's beard that fight must've left me more exhausted than I thought!" he rubs his eyes and kneels down to collect his part of the secret hoard, he takes no gems still wary from before.
"Look, we're all exhausted. Me tattoos aren't glowing. We're just imaginin' things. Its battle fatigue, ye'll get used tae it. Ya should get healed, go to tae priestess."
Muttering something about the something about the stubbornness of dwarves, Daffafle shrugs and sighs. “I’ll be ready for a long bath to be rid of this blood, sweat, and stench of death. And, a good night’s—“ she pauses, recognizing the likelihood of reporting to the Raven Queen in her dreams. “Some sleep at the very least.”
Talking mostly to herself or Lucky at this point, she adds, “I should also pick up a weapon better suited to my new skills...” she glances at her old short swords, of which she is no longer proficient. “Perhaps the blacksmith could fashion me a dagger imbued with some of this obsidian...”
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The skeletal creature hisses, it goes to lash back at Wulcrath's strike but the glow in the eyes flicker and the body shudders erratically. It suddenly lashes out, this way and that before letting out a horrifically deep roar as the bones and sinew that kept it together crumble to nothing...
The darkness eases its grip on the place as the dust settles, it can be seen that as the creature flailed, it broke open a secret revealing glistening gems and coins...
However, as a sense of relief begins to settle in a voice rumbles from all around.
You have made yourselves known, mortals. The shadows now watch unblinking...
Leaving the party in a more bearable dark silence...
“Coward,” Daffafle spits on the ground, glancing into the shadows as Lucky returns to her shoulder, enhancing her vision. “Your champion has fallen. Perhaps your shadows can tell us the fate of Melyne’s daughter? Or does Khaz need to put an axe your rotting face to get answers?”
Bart goes to check on the fallen priestess
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Aazel watches the snake retreat. He continues to watch the room and listen in the darkness for any possible threats.
Perception: 5
Khazan pats vigorously Wulcrath on his back
"Knew ya had it in ye, Wulcrath!" he says cheerfuly, just to change into a more serious almost angry tone as the last pat, stronger than the others lands on the dragonborn's back "But try tae hit yer target sooner, next time."
He then joins Daffafle's side and waits for the shadow's response.
The team’s adrenaline isn’t so quick to fade. They look in the corners, in the hallways of gathered shadow looking to be prepared for anything that sneaks from the shadows… but there’s nothing. It’s a slow acceptance, but it is clear whatever was looming is gone and they are alone…
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Bart’s well-read ways allow him to efficiently check Alysa’s condition as simply unconscious and stable. So much so, she begins to stir as Bart examines…
Wulcrath eyes fall to the ground as Khazans final pat lands, his expression solemn.
"Understood." He says as he Sheathes his Sword and adjusts himself.
"I'll try to be better next time..." Turning away from the group, an self-unsatisfied grimace spreading across his face, before he pushes his emotions down and straightens himself up, standing with the Torch, turning back around, silent as he waits for the others to be ready to exit, watching over the group the best he can in the darkness.
“Guess you’ll have to save your axe,” Daffafle shrugs almost apologetically to Khazan.
Gazing over the group, she nods with a sense of pride. “We’ve been through a lot. Snake skeleton, zombies, bandits,” she grimaces a bit at that one. “But we’ve made it through together. And I just wanted to say...I’m honored to be a part of this group.”
The glint of the gems catching her eye, Daffafle walks over to inspect the uncovered treasure.
“Easy, priestess. You’re still in the land of the living.”
Bart helps her to sit up. On hearing Daffafle, he looks back over his shoulder. “Yeah. I think... I know that there are other warriors who are stronger. But I like doing these crazy things with you people.”
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Alysa is slow, but gets up with a start. She takes Bart's hand, and says her thanks in Elvish. A gesture of praise to Pelor before she raises her mace aglow providing a warm light, and with it a sense of ease.
Daffafle looks over the broken into store of treasures to find the following:-
2520cp, 1121sp, 60gp and 1pp resting on the top of the coin pile resting on top of the coin pile in a bowl made of sheer black ceramic. ((41gp 4sp 2cp each!))
In a smaller bowl lies 11 black gems. Daffafle being skilled in gem work would recognise them as Obsidian gems, worth roughly 10gp each!
Resting in between the two is a small scroll case.
“Looks like we won’t go hungry for quite some time,” Daffafle notes. “The obsidian could fetch a pretty price as well, though I’m not sure the people in this town have the gold to pay for such stones.”
Collecting her share and two of the gems, Daffafle takes a look at the scroll case.
The scroll case is of well-made black leather. A bit dusty, but apart from that kept really well as the scroll easily slides out bound but a strip of leather. A quick roll out and glance of the written sigils reveals to a Spell Scroll for fireball 3rd Level.
Those of you around Khazan would notice a series of sigils glowing, blinking with a whitish-blue light on his exposed arms, broad chest and round stomach...
Khazan mumbles something under his breath in response to Bart and Daffafle's talk.
As he moves toward the pile of coins he notices a blinking glow coming from his arms "What the ..? Moradin's beard that fight must've left me more exhausted than I thought!" he rubs his eyes and kneels down to collect his part of the secret hoard, he takes no gems still wary from before.
Aazel takes his share of the coins and gems and continues to look around the space, particularly around the exits.
“When did you get glowing tattoos?” Daffafle’s eyes widen as she sees Khazan, after pocketing the scroll.
"What kinda question is that? I never had glowin' tattoos. Did ta lightning fried yer jargh brain? Its no time fer jokes Shorty."
“Khaz, they make you look so... pretty?” Bart says in his dry way. At the same time, he’s looking at the tattoos to see what they are.
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“Look for yourself, Khaz,” the halfling replies. “Seems like you’ve been marked by the arcane.”
"Look, we're all exhausted. Me tattoos aren't glowing. We're just imaginin' things. Its battle fatigue, ye'll get used tae it. Ya should get healed, go to tae priestess."
Muttering something about the something about the stubbornness of dwarves, Daffafle shrugs and sighs. “I’ll be ready for a long bath to be rid of this blood, sweat, and stench of death. And, a good night’s—“ she pauses, recognizing the likelihood of reporting to the Raven Queen in her dreams. “Some sleep at the very least.”
Talking mostly to herself or Lucky at this point, she adds, “I should also pick up a weapon better suited to my new skills...” she glances at her old short swords, of which she is no longer proficient. “Perhaps the blacksmith could fashion me a dagger imbued with some of this obsidian...”