Feint Whispers Chapter #5: The Excavation

[Krug]

Bhartus nods. "Yes, let's not tarry. Perhaps they were undead from the city of the Necromancers. We should expect more of their ilk. Let's be on our guard, for the Risen dead can move with the shadows and walk with the night."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri follows along, surprised at not needing to fire his crossbow.

"That was quick," he mentions as they continue along.

 

[Mirth]

"I hope this blacksmith is worth it," Tarowyn says as he looks down at the fallen undead and shakes his head before moving on with the others.

 

[jasamcarl]

The trees give way to an open spot in the forest. The ruin of some massive structure occupies the center of the clearing roughly 200 yards across. Stone, earth, and timbers lie in haphazard piles. Whoever laid waste to this keep was incredibly thorough. Bodies, marked with wounds from sword thrusts and still protruding arrows, lie everywhere around the keep and rubbish pile; they appear to have been stripped of their armor following the battle that occured here. The eerie silence of the forest extends into this open space.

Suddenly, a black orb with a 20ft radius, darker than any night rises 20ft from behind the rubbish pile. The pile is some 100 yards from the party.

Bhartus: you recognize the darkness as the product of divine magic (Darkness Spell). Something must lie at the center of the darkness.

Whitney: you recognize the darkness effect as the product of a spell commonly used by wizards of even meagre experience (Darkness spell). Somebody or something must lie at the center of the sphere. The floating is probably the result of magic as well , though you cannot be sure. (Telekinesis)

 

[Krug]

"Be wary," says Bhartus. "Someone is using magic. We have been detected." Bhartus readies his crossbow.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"Be wary," says Bhartus. "Someone is using magic. We have been detected." Bhartus readies his crossbow.

"Aye.. most assuredly.. it's fairly minor magics.. a ball of darkness and perhaps a levitation spell."

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho grumbles... "Aye magic is impressive, but give a me a sword, and I can show you the inside of any pansy mage, outside of our lovely Whitney of course."

Jericho continues to canter back and forth slowly, keeping his arms to bear, "If you have anything crafty up ye sleeves, mage or priest, now is the time."

 

[Mirth]

Tarowyn stays silent as the others ramble on, keeping his eyes on the floating ball and his fingers on his bowstring, arrow nocked.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri tries to hide, but what from he can't tell, he gets an aim on the globe of darkness with his crossbow and waits on the others.

"Maybe I could sneak around and flank 'em," he suggests quietly.

 

[jasamcarl]

The ball of darkness floats 20ft towards the party.