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[LPF] Crypt of the Everflame (01)

"With two big swords, surround and chop is easier. Doesn't matter much, you and the mage are going to stand back anyways. We will play it by ear."

"Original town folk, naw. They would be dusty, not gooey. How many friends did you enter the crypt with?"

"Just mind tricks."
 

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Tyrien follows Kalgor into the room and peer into the water . . . for a moment, her reflection wavers and becomes gaunt and bloody, a ravening zombie ready to . . . then she blinks and the water is murky once more.

Anaerion and Iosef also enter the room; for them, the pool appears perfectly mundane.
 


OOC: Sorry - forgot to describe the southern exit. This is a portcullis, somewhat rusty but still formidable. There's no visible mechanism for opening it from this side.
 

Tyrien, Half-elven Archeress

Tyrien comments to both Kalgor on the subject of tactics, "I have a greatsword too, though I am better at archery. But, when zombies explode, surrounding them is not a good idea at all I think we learned."

"So far this section of the tombs is pretty constrictive. I have no problem with luring them back to the upper level again. It worked pretty well."

"But you are correct, Kalgor. We should be flexible."

After seeing her zombified reflection, her eyes widen and points down at the pool,
"No kidding, that was weird. For a moment I thought I saw myself dead. But it appears harmless."


She pats herself down to make sure. Satisfied, Tyrien pulls out her dagger and stirs the water a bit and looks carefully to see if anything is visible under the surface. If nothing catches her interest further with the pool, she will return the dagger to her belt sheath.

Tyrien will examine the portcullis carefully as she answers Kalgor's other question, "Well there was Roldare, who I think you mentioned meeting. Then there was his sister Demira."

"There were also Pahmil, Invol, Edmur and Sailu. Good people all of them."


"Especially Invol. The woman always made my favorite venison dishes when she had me over for supper. She used to ground the meat and then fry it in her iron skillet with vegetables and a special sauce. We would spoon it onto fresh baked bread. Yum."


"Though Edmur was more concerned about the town of Haatse and held me in some suspicion. But, I suppose his heart was in the right place and he was bound to let me prove myself given enough time."


"Now, Pahmil was cute, but dreadfully shy. I think he is sweet on me and secretly wanted to steal kisses behind the Greathall last Summer Festival. At least that is what Justin said, if he can be believed."


OOC: Take 20 on perception(+9).

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +6 Perception: +9 (low-light vision)
AC: 18 (14 flat-footed, 14 Touch)
HP: 24 Current: 24
CMB: +4 CMD: 18(14ff) Fort: +3 Reflex: +6 Will: +2
+2 Will vs. Enchantments, +1 With Resistance
Special: Immune to Magical Sleep
Current Conditions in Effect: PBS, Precise Shot, Arcane Strike (+1 Dmg), Resistance, Ioun Stone illumination

Current Weapon in Hand: Longbow
Chakrams: 3/3 Remaining

Bardic Performance:
5/5 Rounds Remaining
Spells Remaining: Cantrips: (Message, Resistance, Mending, Prestidigitation)
1st Level 2/2 (Cure Light Wounds, Timely Inspiration)[/sblock]___________________________________________

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Tyrien e'Adrianne
 

"Other than Roldare, what became of them here?" Iosef skips over the talk of kissing, his face turning slightly pinker with embarrassment.
 

"What are you talking about, appears dead? It looks like water to me." Anaerion says, glancing back at the pool. "Just in case though..." He stares intently at it, and starts trying to see if it some sort of enchantment was on it.

OOC: Detect magic on it. +10 to spellcraft. +2 to conjuration, -5 to Enchantment and necromancy
 
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As Anaerion focuses his senses and his will on the murky pool, he is struck full on by the stench of rotting corpses and the water glows faintly with the purple-yellow-black color of old bruises. He, too, sees his reflection become that of a ravening zombie, turning to tear into his friends and comrades - though this scene holds no fear for him, as he now understands its source.

[sblock=Anaerion]The pool radiates a faint aura of Necromantic magic. It causes those who catch a glimpse of their reflection in it to run from the room in terror.[/sblock]
 


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