Jarval
Explorer
Ged swings again, bringing his sword down through the skeleton's skull. Whatever magic animated it fails, and it collapses in on itself, falling as a tangled pile of bones.
"I think mindless undead like that can only be given very simple commands. If it was told to sweep this room, that's what it would carry on doing forever, come hell or high water." Hestia explains.
"Well, it was disconcerting, that's for sure." Ged says, sheathing his sword and pulling the broom out from the bones. He examines it briefly, then tosses it to one side. "At least we've returned that soul to it's rightful rest. Ugh, that bothered me more than the thing we ran into downstairs."
"It didn't try to attack us, which is always a plus..."
"I think mindless undead like that can only be given very simple commands. If it was told to sweep this room, that's what it would carry on doing forever, come hell or high water." Hestia explains.
"Well, it was disconcerting, that's for sure." Ged says, sheathing his sword and pulling the broom out from the bones. He examines it briefly, then tosses it to one side. "At least we've returned that soul to it's rightful rest. Ugh, that bothered me more than the thing we ran into downstairs."
"It didn't try to attack us, which is always a plus..."