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Message: <blockquote data-quote="VicsHacienda" data-source="post: 9873230" data-attributes="member: 6965574">Our breath mists as the temperature drops within this sunken chamber. The sound of rattling chains is heard ahead. Osnald brings forth dancing lights. Behind bars we see frost forming on the bars in the form of handprints, as if gripped by an invisible child."Whoever ye are, ye can stay where ye are," I say. "Can ye speak?" "Course I can speak!" growls Fafnir, not seeing the marks. "Want me to check it out?" He advances to the cell. Trevor slips into the room before me. Osnald peeks in.Inside the cell we can see small manacles against the wall. They seem to twitch. The frost gathers into the shape of a kneeling child in the corner, its fingers stained with symbols reminiscent of Nuadan practices."Truth is light. Light is law. Law is mercy," it says.An adult voice is heard. "Repeat."We call Viggo and Osnald to lend their heads. We know little of ghosts and haunts. Viggo believes it to be an impression. "There is no entity here, benevolent or malicious. It's a pattern repeating, of a traumatic event."On the lower wall is writing: Nuada is watching over me. But it is crossed out with another phrase: Nobody is watching me.[ATTACH=full]431469[/ATTACH]Trevor murmurs, "Nuada is watching you. You are seen." He walks out. We all feel a grinding shift in the stone, through the walls.We exit toward the hall, and Fafnir raises his shield. A group of flaming skeletons awaits, bearing black blades. They wear armor of the god Lugh. Beyond, a large incorporeal figure floats, wearing a black iron crown. I decide it would look better with arrows in it, so I send two into it.Trevor slides up to stand next to Fafnir, blocking the door. His whip lashes out at the first flaming skeleton, holding it while his blades go to work against its bone. Bits of it fly, and the whip yanks its head from its shoulders. It falls.Viggo leans around the door and casts starburst, a new cantrip. Radiant light showers around the large cloaked undead.A flaming skeleton dashes through the door toward me. Trevor, ready, catches it with a whipstroke, but it charges ahead, swinging its fiery blades at me. One connects with my chain shirt, scraping a ragged tear across my shoulder that seals immediately from the fire.[ATTACH=full]431470[/ATTACH]The large creature flies into the room to appear next to me. Fafnir swings at it as it passes, connecting Einherjar with its amorphous robes. It reaches at me with black claws, trying to draw life from me. Two skeletons attack the cleric, using some form of sneaky attack.Osnald, using a bed for cover, sends five magic missiles into the big creature.Fafnir gains a second wind and bulls' heads blossom around him, angrily goring around them. A skeleton moves into the radius and gets battered as it moves up to the cleric.I aim point-blank at the billowing black mass and send a single arrow through it, with colossus slayer and favored foe. I gain my own second wind, hoping not to get slashed or drained. I hear Fafnir telling me to get out of there; he thinks I'm too lightly armored, and too dainty for my own good.[ATTACH=full]431471[/ATTACH]Viggo drops another starburst around the skeletons. Trevor brings the Aquiline Heart to wrap around the large specter, followed by the Living Blade and shortsword in blurs of steel and wood. I feel like I need to duck. Black wisps trail from the creature as it is slashed. Ash and dust spray as it dissipates.Skeletons get beaten by bulls as they attack. One blade gets past Fafnir's massive armor. Trevor defends himself. Osnald mocks most viciously in a merry rhyme.I stow the bow and slash wildly at a skeleton with the scimitar, missing terribly. I connect with the shortsword, hoping it looks like I know what I'm doing.Viggo drops a third starburst. Trevor's whip cracks. The scimitar slashes, the shortsword stabs.I seriously need to train with him at some point. Another skeleton drops. Another shatters, gored from behind by an angelic bull.Surrounded by splintered bone, we exit the barracks and into the main hall. We climb the stairs again toward the holy-runed door.<h3>Out of the Barracks, Into the Chapel We Were Trying to Get Into Anyway</h3>Fafnir shoulders aside the door he'd hammered the hinges out of. A rectangular chamber awaits, with five doors leading north, east, and south. Osnald and Trevor get to work listening and looking. Osnald listens at an eastern door cracked slightly open. Religious hymns are heard. He peers in and sees a statue. Viggo smells waste at the southern doors.</blockquote>

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