The exchange of magics causes Allister to steal a quick look back at the party to make sure they aren't in any danger from the rear. The look cost him dearly as another fist comes crashing in. Allister's arm explodes in pain as the spiked gauntlet connects with his bicep (16 bludgeoning and 6 piercing damage). He's got enough sense in him to avoid the second blow, which crashes hard against the stone hall.
Glimbul sticking to the shadows still pulls out another magical dart and takes aim. When he releases the dart it looks like it would almost hit the armor instead, but manages to sneak between plates. Upon hitting it square in the chest a resounding *POP* noise is heard. For a moment the creature remains motionless before the weight of its own body brings it crashing to the floor.
With Allister looking bloodied and beaten, Boosey holds his spell for as long as he can, washing it's healing through the fighter, gradually healing all his wounds.
After a minute of stunned silence has passed, “Well...” Glimbul pauses while looking at the fallen creature “That went down faster than I expected... So should we see what else may have changed other than the body that was here before?” He looks to the rest of the party members.
Allister breathes heavily and holds a hand up. Over the next seconds his broken arm, bruised face and maimed chest are healed. „Now we can go and see what has changed. But next time we fight one of those someone else will take a beating.“
After some time, when the companions have finished their battle, a new noise runs along the walls, echoing. The new noise, from what sounds to be a older person, reverberates throughout the area for everyone to hear.
"Anyone there? Please, if so, help me! I seem to be stuck in a doorway! Please hurry, I don't know if any more of them... traps will come for me like they did for my party!"
A little sobbing noise could be heard coming from that direction as well, the direction of Papazotl's tomb.
Allister draws his blades again.“You hear that? It coming from the tomb. Unless it’s that shadow elf we really have moved to another tomb.“ Silently he walks to the entrance of the crypt
Allister slides along the wall out of sight from what appears to be two hands and a face poking through the three head-height holes in Papazotl's tomb door. The voice calls out for help, obviously noticing the light from the flametongue sword, but Allister suspects he hasn't actually been seen yet. The voice is in common and the hands appear to be that of a humanoid.
The eladrin's skin deepens toward magenta. "I can abide this place less and less by the minute," she growls. To the others she says, "We have an obligation to help the innocent trapped in this evil labyrinth. Just be wary - the doppleganger could still be alive, and conniving."
Allister cautiously approaches the door. In one swift motion he gets up and raises cutlass, aiming it an inch from the face in the door. „You should be quiet. There‘s all kinds of nasty monsters in this tomb you might attract with your whining.“
Stuttering, the man replies to Allister, "I-I-I'm sorry. I l-lost my team... they were killed and I tried to save them but... I couldn't. I-I tried to get to a better area to-to recollect myself but... as y-you can see I'm stuck."
"I-I know you don't know me sir, neither I for you; but please help me get free. Please... so I may properly mourn my friends..."
"You will have to forgive our caution," Nenne says to the man, in as polite and calming a tone as she can muster in her current state. "We have found this place takes more allies than it gives. What is your name? I am Nenne Amharat, cleric of Kelemvor. And is there anyone or anything in the room with you?"
"A cleric of Kelemvor! I serve Bahamut, s-surely you've heard of him! M-my n-name is Vombec! Vombec Trimephiousmalioscow; o-or just Vombec T..."
"No one is in here but myself! As I told the previous y-young man, I lost my team to some... trap." He sobs a little, "I tried to help them, we-we all tried to help each other but... I was the last one left, I knew th-they wouldn't have wanted m-me to die as well so I ran and... and... here I am. I heard noises of battle until it finally stopped. I-I could only hope someone managed to prevail against it..."
Nenne studies the man carefully before turning to Allister and laying a gentle hand on his sword arm. "This man has been through much," she says, sober. "We've a kindred sorrow. I find no threat in him."
„If you say so.“ Allister lowers the cutlass and sheaths his weapon. „Now, Mister much too long name, how can this fellow with the name of Allister help you? You need a push? A shove?“
Once the door was lifted and opened, Vombec was free, he slumped to the floor and hung his head low. After some breaths, he stood himself up, brushed some crumbs, dust, and other bits off of his wears and gave a proper bow to the group watching silently. His voice still tinged with sadness he continued his introduction.
"My name is Vombec, I am a wizard specializing in illusions. Although I prefer just wizard, you may say I am an illusionist." He took in a breath of air and continued. "To tell you my story, I was brought here to explore the tombs of the lich alongside my party members whom were great people like yourselves. We had a mage and cleric as well, with the mage casting a body transforming spell upon us so that we may bypass the front entrance and into a small stream flowing into a tomb. We explored, and against my wishes, split up. After sometime, I heard a commotion, and discovered my companions fighting some... thing; which I believe to be the thing you just destroyed. We fought for some time before.... before... before they passed... I ran and... well, you know the rest..."
Vombec, a frailer old man, hung his head low in shame. Vombec stood at five feet, old as he was, was also on the skinnier side of things; as if after some time ago he stopped eating as much. His skin, showing the wrinkles time does to creatures, had a tannish tint to them. When he looked to the party, his face was bare of any facial hair, however he did have some silvery hair on the sides of his head, showing a bald spot on the top. His eyes shown blue and his sad smile of thanks portrayed white teeth a little crooked.
"Thank you for saving me. You didn't have to and yet you did. If you too are trying to rid this awful disease of a curse, then I will give you my service and gladly walk and fight beside you... only, if you'd let me. However, if I may, what brought the likes of this.... unusual party together?"
“Wow, this secret and deadly tomb has more visitors than a brothel in Luskan.“ Allister scratches the burned remains of his bears. „We are here for the same reason as you, destroying whatever is responsible for the curse. We also lost companions on the way, if you are willing to fight with us we will accept your offer. But maybe you can answer one question. We have been here on this floor for some time but we haven’t seen dou or your companions. Have you walked the tunnel near the crypt to the east?“
"My party consisted of three people. Myself being one, then our mage and cleric. We split up, so whatever crypt to the east you speak of I do not know. I found another room with a sarcophagus, however had to backtrack once I heard my friends in danger. I ran and... came here." He looked to Allister, "If that is the crypt you speak of, then yes. However, I only know of two. The one where my friends... passed in, one filled with vases and... undead; and another one, this one."
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The exchange of magics causes Allister to steal a quick look back at the party to make sure they aren't in any danger from the rear. The look cost him dearly as another fist comes crashing in. Allister's arm explodes in pain as the spiked gauntlet connects with his bicep (16 bludgeoning and 6 piercing damage). He's got enough sense in him to avoid the second blow, which crashes hard against the stone hall.
Glimbul sticking to the shadows still pulls out another magical dart and takes aim. When he releases the dart it looks like it would almost hit the armor instead, but manages to sneak between plates. Upon hitting it square in the chest a resounding *POP* noise is heard. For a moment the creature remains motionless before the weight of its own body brings it crashing to the floor.
With Allister looking bloodied and beaten, Boosey holds his spell for as long as he can, washing it's healing through the fighter, gradually healing all his wounds.
After a minute of stunned silence has passed, “Well...” Glimbul pauses while looking at the fallen creature “That went down faster than I expected... So should we see what else may have changed other than the body that was here before?” He looks to the rest of the party members.
Allister breathes heavily and holds a hand up. Over the next seconds his broken arm, bruised face and maimed chest are healed. „Now we can go and see what has changed. But next time we fight one of those someone else will take a beating.“
After some time, when the companions have finished their battle, a new noise runs along the walls, echoing. The new noise, from what sounds to be a older person, reverberates throughout the area for everyone to hear.
"Anyone there? Please, if so, help me! I seem to be stuck in a doorway! Please hurry, I don't know if any more of them... traps will come for me like they did for my party!"
A little sobbing noise could be heard coming from that direction as well, the direction of Papazotl's tomb.
Made you look.
Allister draws his blades again.“You hear that? It coming from the tomb. Unless it’s that shadow elf we really have moved to another tomb.“ Silently he walks to the entrance of the crypt
Allister slides along the wall out of sight from what appears to be two hands and a face poking through the three head-height holes in Papazotl's tomb door. The voice calls out for help, obviously noticing the light from the flametongue sword, but Allister suspects he hasn't actually been seen yet. The voice is in common and the hands appear to be that of a humanoid.
The eladrin's skin deepens toward magenta. "I can abide this place less and less by the minute," she growls. To the others she says, "We have an obligation to help the innocent trapped in this evil labyrinth. Just be wary - the doppleganger could still be alive, and conniving."
Allister cautiously approaches the door. In one swift motion he gets up and raises cutlass, aiming it an inch from the face in the door. „You should be quiet. There‘s all kinds of nasty monsters in this tomb you might attract with your whining.“
Stuttering, the man replies to Allister, "I-I-I'm sorry. I l-lost my team... they were killed and I tried to save them but... I couldn't. I-I tried to get to a better area to-to recollect myself but... as y-you can see I'm stuck."
"I-I know you don't know me sir, neither I for you; but please help me get free. Please... so I may properly mourn my friends..."
Made you look.
"You will have to forgive our caution," Nenne says to the man, in as polite and calming a tone as she can muster in her current state. "We have found this place takes more allies than it gives. What is your name? I am Nenne Amharat, cleric of Kelemvor. And is there anyone or anything in the room with you?"
"A cleric of Kelemvor! I serve Bahamut, s-surely you've heard of him! M-my n-name is Vombec! Vombec Trimephiousmalioscow; o-or just Vombec T..."
"No one is in here but myself! As I told the previous y-young man, I lost my team to some... trap." He sobs a little, "I tried to help them, we-we all tried to help each other but... I was the last one left, I knew th-they wouldn't have wanted m-me to die as well so I ran and... and... here I am. I heard noises of battle until it finally stopped. I-I could only hope someone managed to prevail against it..."
Made you look.
Nenne studies the man carefully before turning to Allister and laying a gentle hand on his sword arm. "This man has been through much," she says, sober. "We've a kindred sorrow. I find no threat in him."
„If you say so.“ Allister lowers the cutlass and sheaths his weapon. „Now, Mister much too long name, how can this fellow with the name of Allister help you? You need a push? A shove?“
A little joy comes over Vombec, "A-a pull would be much b-better!"
Made you look.
Allister wants to open to doors but they are too heavy. „A little help here?“
Once the door was lifted and opened, Vombec was free, he slumped to the floor and hung his head low. After some breaths, he stood himself up, brushed some crumbs, dust, and other bits off of his wears and gave a proper bow to the group watching silently. His voice still tinged with sadness he continued his introduction.
"My name is Vombec, I am a wizard specializing in illusions. Although I prefer just wizard, you may say I am an illusionist." He took in a breath of air and continued. "To tell you my story, I was brought here to explore the tombs of the lich alongside my party members whom were great people like yourselves. We had a mage and cleric as well, with the mage casting a body transforming spell upon us so that we may bypass the front entrance and into a small stream flowing into a tomb. We explored, and against my wishes, split up. After sometime, I heard a commotion, and discovered my companions fighting some... thing; which I believe to be the thing you just destroyed. We fought for some time before.... before... before they passed... I ran and... well, you know the rest..."
Vombec, a frailer old man, hung his head low in shame. Vombec stood at five feet, old as he was, was also on the skinnier side of things; as if after some time ago he stopped eating as much. His skin, showing the wrinkles time does to creatures, had a tannish tint to them. When he looked to the party, his face was bare of any facial hair, however he did have some silvery hair on the sides of his head, showing a bald spot on the top. His eyes shown blue and his sad smile of thanks portrayed white teeth a little crooked.
"Thank you for saving me. You didn't have to and yet you did. If you too are trying to rid this awful disease of a curse, then I will give you my service and gladly walk and fight beside you... only, if you'd let me. However, if I may, what brought the likes of this.... unusual party together?"
Made you look.
“Wow, this secret and deadly tomb has more visitors than a brothel in Luskan.“ Allister scratches the burned remains of his bears. „We are here for the same reason as you, destroying whatever is responsible for the curse. We also lost companions on the way, if you are willing to fight with us we will accept your offer. But maybe you can answer one question. We have been here on this floor for some time but we haven’t seen dou or your companions. Have you walked the tunnel near the crypt to the east?“
"My party consisted of three people. Myself being one, then our mage and cleric. We split up, so whatever crypt to the east you speak of I do not know. I found another room with a sarcophagus, however had to backtrack once I heard my friends in danger. I ran and... came here." He looked to Allister, "If that is the crypt you speak of, then yes. However, I only know of two. The one where my friends... passed in, one filled with vases and... undead; and another one, this one."
Made you look.