Dyspeer's ears lay flat as the crying comes through, and Shai does his best to comfort the wolf as he himself is disquited by the sound.
"He's not hurting kids, is he?" he whispers with a mix of alarm. The barbarian's hands grip harder on the handle of his warhammer as he waits for the others to open the door.
[sblock=OOC]Yeah, Dyspeer's better than Shai half the time. Thank goodness, too, since Shai's about as good at missing as hitting. Luckily he's ... um ... a lovable lug? Or something? [/sblock]
Uulark hefts his morning star and quietly says from the rear of the party, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm ready to bash me a child abuser."
As the door creaks open the crying immediately stops. Buurt and Rogash are taken back by the sight before them.
Hovering over a narrow spiral stairs is not a child, but bat-winged fairy. As she turns to meet their gaze, the hate spills forth from her small black eyes. "You!" she shouts, her shrill voice full of venom. "You killded my beasties!"
She holds up a small white staff that you hadn't noticed until now. She instantly disappears from sight as four more ogre-zombies appear in the center of the room behind you.
Thinking he'll need every advantage in this fight, Rogash sidesteps so that a Zombie is between himself and Rokelsh. Once his has his foe where he wants it, Rogash applies his Waraxe (1d20+11=19) to the zombie in question. (damage (1d10+3=5))