"Why...won't...you...die!" Turthain continues to harry the orc with his longsword, and again draws blood as he slips his blade in past his foe's defenses.
Attack: 18
Damage: 3
And if I manage to get my legal fees back, which I should know on the 20th (though I guess collecting them will be a whole different battle), I'll be bringing the whiskey!
Dannis rests his hand the hilt of his sheathed blade. Perhaps it was a nervous gesture."Might I suggest that before we delve too deep into this places depths, we retire to the professors and see if we can dig up anything else of use?"
Brae nods and continues to sip his brandy, a look of concern playing across his face. "Well, this Thelugadam certainly sounds like a potential threat. If he can bring together the tribes of orcs, kobolds and other miscreants in the region, the city could be facing a horde the likes of which...
"Whether once prisoners or not, these souls must be freed from this place, and be laid to rest. This place appears to be a hotbed of otherworldly activity...after what we've seen, I have little doubt that a necromancer will be found here."
Brae sips at his brandy, quietly appreciating the fine distillation, as he listens to the Patriarch. "We certainly appreciate you bringing this rumor to our attention, Your Holiness. We will certainly pass it on to our superiors, as even a rumored threat against the city is not to be taken...
"Greetings, Patriarch," says Brae, smiling. "You look well, sir. And I believe we have some good news for you. We have successfully neutralized the threat that we discussed when last we spoke."
"Gather 'round, brothers, and let us lay this soul properly to rest" says Braevil. He sets his shield upon the ground nearby, as he removes the holy symbol of Meda from around his neck, and takes a vial of holy water from his pouch.
Brae waits for the others to gather around, and after a moment...
The cleric considers the half-orc's words. "It seems that it was Sarenrae's will that I come here. There is much work to be done, if we are to lay the souls within this place to rest."
Kobryn quickly moves forward toward the nearest foes, leading with his greatsword. Unfortunately, the dwarf slips as he nears the enemy, throwing off his aim.
Move to W29, attack guard 0. 2-point PA: +11, 2d6+14
Attack: 12 (Natural One)