Crossed Paths, Part III

[Thomas Hobbes]

Octar looks up at the gargoyles. "Perhaps there's a switch or something up there?"

 

[Despaxas]

Tullius sighs. "Well, let's open up the coffin first, deal with whatever is inside it and then try to open the door with brute force."

 

[doghead]

Marcus

Marcus shrugs. Tullius' suggestion is as good as any. Marcus turns and walks over to the coffin. He is moving around it, giving it a preliminary going over when suddenly he stops.

"Someone is keeping an eye on the gargoyles, right?"

 

[Despaxas]

"Sure." Tullius grins. "Want me to shoot them again?" He snickers, raising his hands. "Just kidding guys." Tullius positions himself near the door where he can attack the gargoyles if they happen to animate, drawing his weapons he nods to Marcus. "Go ahead, but be careful there might be more of those undead freaks inside."

 

[Krilith]

"Go ahead, but be careful there might be more of those undead freaks inside."

~Bah, more dead freaks, and I think I can only ask Clangeddin to help me one more time! Dhormium walks up to Marcus, axe drawn and ready to use~
”Marcus, I’ve got your back, you just open that tomb. Let me cast a spell on myself first…My beard twitches, and that can only mean one thing, or no, two really, but considering ate just a while ago…it means we have some fighting to do…”
~Dhormiun focuses and chants a small prayer~
”God Silverbeard, protect me while I spread Your name!”

 

[doghead]

Marcus of the Gypsies

"Sure." Tullius grins. "Want me to shoot them again?" He snickers, raising his hands. "Just kidding guys."

Marcus snorts with laughter. The guy is incorrigible. But at Tullius' offer to stand watch, Marcus nods. "Thanks," he says. "I would feel much better with you watching them and," he turn to Dhormium, "with you at my back."

And with that Marcus sets about checking for (and disarming if necessary) traps before opening the coffin.

 

[Manzanita]

The Crypt of the Black King

At Marcus' first touch, the thick stone lid to the tomb seems to shatter, sending shards of rock flying across the room. Marcus instinctively drops to the floor, but Dhormium and Octar are hit by shrapnel (3 and 2 pts dmg respectively).

Out of the dust springs a tall gaunt figure, wrapped in grey cloth, its face elongated like those of lizard men. It dexterously leaps out of the tomb, and extends its clawlike hands at Marcus.

Initiative:
20- Ehldannis,
15-Brioc, wolf
10-Mummy, Tullius
9-Octar
7-Marcus
1-Dhormium

We've had a slow spell; hope everyone's still here!

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Sh-t!" Octar strikes out instinctively.

 

[Inez Hull]

The living dead! Our doom is upon us!

Ehldannis freezes momentarily in panic, before unexpectedly his magic calls within him and rises almost unbidden to his lips. Watching himself in shocked disassociation he moves into the clear space between Brioc and the creature, pulling the magic pearl from the folds of his robe. He intones his spell in a confidence he doesn't truly posses as images of undead claws wrapping around his throat fill his mind. He completes the spell and a gout of flames surges forth from his outstretched hands, arcing across the creature and the walls to its left.

[Casts Burning Hands, aimed to only hit the enemy]

 

[Krilith]

~Dhormium feels the sting of the shards of stone scratching his flesh but remains where he is as he sees the mummified lizard stand up from its coffin. I’ve got your back Marcus!! God Clangeddin Silverbeard I request your aid in deterring the undead for the last time today, I pray daily in Your name for moments like these! And so Dhormium raises his axe again that day to repell the undead~
”God silverbeard, crush this wandering fool!!”

ooc: turn undead? yesss, turnnnn the undead!!
oh, and manzanita, please note my message on the ooc.