D&D 5E (IC) Vault of the Dracolich (Infiltrators)
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Sesto, SnorLoska, Aquaria & Auraia
Sesto and SnorLoska got themselves into position near the Teleportation Circle. Everyone was keen to go, but unsure as to if they would be needed, so they lingered outside the circle, which would immediately send them to Imani's basecamp on the nearby mountain. Sesto's Angels stood in a line between him and the dragon, swords held to their foreheads.
Aquaria and Auraia also got into position, ready to execute a quick plan involving teleportation. It was only Mord, who lingered near the staff.
Sesto and SnorLoska got themselves into position near the Teleportation Circle. Everyone was keen to go, but unsure as to if they would be needed, so they lingered outside the circle, which would immediately send them to Imani's basecamp on the nearby mountain. Sesto's Angels stood in a line between him and the dragon, swords held to their foreheads.
Aquaria and Auraia also got into position, ready to execute a quick plan involving teleportation. It was only Mord, who lingered near the staff.
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
Pyrus, Drako, Torbin, & Zander
Pyrus was ready to telekinetically open the door to the Alter Room, but Zander led the way toward the store-room instead, saying "New Plan! This way."
The store room was still incredibly cold and held many bodies, most of which had been killed twice. Once as live mercenaries and cultists, and again as frozen "chillborn" zombies. The room was in disarray, as many spells and psychic effects had taken place over various battles. The wagon that had been used to infiltrate the Temple was here as well, badly damaged from fire and ice.
There was no time to loot or to reminisce, though, and the small group stumbled down the stairs into the store-room and scrambled over corpses and broken crates and barrels. They came to the portcullis, which was half-open, wedged on a still-cold frozen slab of meat that had once been an undead creature, and before that a man.
Pyrus was ready to telekinetically open the door to the Alter Room, but Zander led the way toward the store-room instead, saying "New Plan! This way."
The store room was still incredibly cold and held many bodies, most of which had been killed twice. Once as live mercenaries and cultists, and again as frozen "chillborn" zombies. The room was in disarray, as many spells and psychic effects had taken place over various battles. The wagon that had been used to infiltrate the Temple was here as well, badly damaged from fire and ice.
There was no time to loot or to reminisce, though, and the small group stumbled down the stairs into the store-room and scrambled over corpses and broken crates and barrels. They came to the portcullis, which was half-open, wedged on a still-cold frozen slab of meat that had once been an undead creature, and before that a man.
gargoyleking
Adventurer
Torbin followed Zander's lead, he drew his sword mainly as deterrence as they ran wholesale for the exit.
gargoyleking
Adventurer
Mord ignored everything else as he finally laid eyes upon the scepter. He knew he wouldn't be allowed to keep it, should he be able to claim it in this moment, but it was his objective in the here and now. Nothing came before this.
Stepping forth he took hold of the object and attempted to wrest it from the grasp of the dracolich.
Stepping forth he took hold of the object and attempted to wrest it from the grasp of the dracolich.
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Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
Ooc: shame about that roll... anyway, the teleportation circle is already opened, if you have it all we need to do is run.
Prickly Pear
Adventurer
Pull harder, SnorLoska growled. You don't want me to come over an help now, do you!!!
Careful, Sesto hissed. Don't wake the dragon!
Careful, Sesto hissed. Don't wake the dragon!
gargoyleking
Adventurer
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