(IC) DND 3.5 The Flames of War

Edmund moves forward as the light advances and spotting the creature considers firing immediately, but it is far enough into the darkness that he cannot be sure he'll hit it or that it will not run away even if he hits it.

"Don't attack it!"
He instead uses his voice, throwing a nice catchy ditty that might interest the creature.
"Deep in the mine where the shadows play,
A tommyknocker works night and day.
With a pick and a grin,
You beckon us in,
Whispering secrets where gold veins lay."


Now that he knows this area isn't fully natural he thinks back about stories and legends that might shed some light on this.


 
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Edmund:
You sing a melody of sudden originality that it captivates the Tommy-Knocker, dropping down their dagger and taking a seat they tilt their head to the tune swaying in it's verse. Then comes the sound of a few more weapons being thrown down, somewhere in the darkness your voice has carried and captivated some others. As you think of more verses you recall tales of the cave, an old silver mine comes to mind, said to be haunted by a ghost whose body was crushed in a cave in. The ghost has an icy pick ax it swings to those who disturb his rest near his striking vein.

Party:
Then the sounds of retreating footsteps echo in the gaps of melody, one of them must not have been fixated on Edmund's Voice.
 

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