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<blockquote data-quote="Medriev" data-source="post: 4900869" data-attributes="member: 21864"><p><strong>Chapter 24 - The Hungry Dead (Part 2)</strong></p><p></p><p>The passage turned right some way further on and then ended at a set of double doors. Erlmoor went forward to open them and Rendil went with him, drawing a longsword from his back that he wielded with two hands. The pair pushed open the doors and at once, the nauseating stench of death wafted from the darkness beyond the portals. Gendar conjured light to the end of the staff he held and Telkya raised her torch. As the companions peered ahead, they saw that the ceiling of the chamber beyond the doors was barely high enough for Erlmoor to stand upright, and the darkness seemed almost malevolent in its intensity, hardly driven back by the light of staff and torch.</p><p></p><p>Enlishia raised her bow and made her way warily into the room ahead of the others. She crossed the floor, looking left and right and aiming her bow as she did. Niches in the wall to her right held dry bones and the scraps of funeral wrappings but apart from the oppressive darkness, the chamber seemed empty.</p><p>“It is a tomb,” she called back to the others. “And the dead are bones and dust.”</p><p></p><p>The others made their way slowly into the room after the ranger as Enlishia crossed to double doors in the south wall. She reached out for one of the iron ring handles and turned it but as she did, she heard a creak. Looking around, the ranger saw the north western doors slam shut in the face of her companions and other doors to the north east swing open. She heard squeaking as though rats had suddenly awakened and before her, in an alcove cut into a stone structure in the middle of the chamber, appeared a robed figure with flowing red eyes.</p><p>“A wraith,” she cried out as loudly as she could. “Undead lurk in here.”</p><p></p><p>Outside the doors, Lavren dived forward and tried the iron handles but the doors seemed to have locked themselves. Handing his torch to Gendar, he drew a dagger from his belt and inserted it into the log, moving it around until he heard a satisfying click. The elf turned the handles of the doors again and flung them open before rushing into the chamber to aid Enlishia. Rendil followed and then Gendar and Erlmoor came after them, the dragonborn turning left to circle around the other side of the central stonework toward the north eastern doors. Telkya came last into the chamber and as she reached the companions, she threw down her torch, drew her sword, and turned around, searching the room for the undead enemies that Enlishia had seen. Suddenly, a rat with rotten flesh and fierce red eyes leapt from the alcove to her right and plunged its teeth into her leg. She cried out and lashed downward with her sword, striking the stone beside the creature. Other unseen rats squeaked in response to the elf maid’s pain and then, from the alcove across from Enlishia, the wraith came forth.</p><p></p><p>Enlishia ducked as the undead creature lashed out at her with a shadowy, insubstantial arm. She retreated toward the others and began loosing arrows, one after the other. They passed through the creature but each shaft drew a moan of agony from the creature. Lavren turned away from the others and moved to stand just behind Enlishia, shouting a curse and a spell as he came. A bolt of black energy lanced out from his wand and seared past the wraith as it started toward Enlishia again. Rendil rushed to face the wraith, his blade before him, moving past Enlishia and Lavren. He seemed to utter something under his breath and as he slashed his blade out at the wraith, it burst into green flame. The sword clove into the wraith’s side and the creature howled recognising somewhere deep down in what remained of its mind, fell elf magic that it despised. The wraith hissed and abandoned its advance on Enlishia, instead turning on the halfling and his terrible sword.</p><p></p><p>Behind the elves, Gendar leapt back as the rat attacked Telkya but then the battle training he had been given as a young drow reasserted itself. He raised his staff, uttered a spell and loosed a bolt of blue energy toward the rat. The undead creature squealed and leapt to one side, leaving the drow’s magic missile to strike the stone where it had been standing. The drow cursed and Telkya frowned at him before turning her attention back to the rat and its needle-sharp teeth.</p><p></p><p>Before Erlmoor could reach the northern doors, a rat leapt from an alcove to his right and plunged its teeth into his leg. He roared and lashed downward with his blade, cleaving the rat in half as it clung to its leg. The two pieces of the creature’s corpse fell at the dragonborn’s feet and he strode forward to the northern doors. He turned as he reached them and saw before him a rectangular room with half a dozen coffins in it. From four of them had risen half-rotten creatures that might once have been men of Cormyr but now wore old, stained plate armour. Each carried a shield on one arm, held a sword in the other hand and had flesh that was drawn and mouldering. In their eye sockets glowed a fierce green light and slowly, they started toward the paladin, raising their blades as they came.</p><p>“Battle wights,” he called back to the others as he recognised the foul undead and raised his own sword ready to meet them.</p><p></p><p>Telkya heard Erlmoor cry out as she slashed at the rat that scurried around her with her sword. The blade clanged against the stone floor and as the sound died away, the squeaking of more rats filled the chamber. From the alcoves to her left came more of the creatures, scurrying toward she and Gendar. One plunged its teeth into the dark elf’s foot and another bit at his leg. The drow cried out, trying desperately to fend the creatures off with his stave. He threw his torch down behind the creatures and waved his staff at the rats but still they came at him. The rat Telkya fought rushed forward and leapt, sinking its teeth into her arm as she tried to fend it off. She shook the creature free but its teeth had left a painful, angry wound in her sword arm. She slashed down with her blade again but again the rat was too quick for her and the sword struck only stone.</p><p></p><p>Rendil raised his sword again, another battle spell on his lips but then the wraith surged at him, moaning as it came. The halfling’s will broke and he fell back before the furious undead creature, stunned by the terrible sound of its torment. Enlishia staggered back beside the halfling, the pair passing Lavren and leaving him to face the creature alone. Numbly, Rendil saw Enlishia raise her bow and fire arrows to keep the rats at bay. One rat fell with a squeal, an arrow driven through it but the others kept coming and Rendil Halfmoon’s courage faltered again. In front of him, he saw Lavren facing the wraith with a steely determination as the warlock loosed another bolt of black energy from his wand. The blast seared through the creature’s incorporeal form and the wraith howled as though it had suffered pain. Trying to banish his fear, Rendil stepped slowly forward, passing Lavren and moving to protect his new companions. He raised his blade, called a spell to his lips and made ready meet his enemy.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Medriev, post: 4900869, member: 21864"] [b]Chapter 24 - The Hungry Dead (Part 2)[/b] The passage turned right some way further on and then ended at a set of double doors. Erlmoor went forward to open them and Rendil went with him, drawing a longsword from his back that he wielded with two hands. The pair pushed open the doors and at once, the nauseating stench of death wafted from the darkness beyond the portals. Gendar conjured light to the end of the staff he held and Telkya raised her torch. As the companions peered ahead, they saw that the ceiling of the chamber beyond the doors was barely high enough for Erlmoor to stand upright, and the darkness seemed almost malevolent in its intensity, hardly driven back by the light of staff and torch. Enlishia raised her bow and made her way warily into the room ahead of the others. She crossed the floor, looking left and right and aiming her bow as she did. Niches in the wall to her right held dry bones and the scraps of funeral wrappings but apart from the oppressive darkness, the chamber seemed empty. “It is a tomb,” she called back to the others. “And the dead are bones and dust.” The others made their way slowly into the room after the ranger as Enlishia crossed to double doors in the south wall. She reached out for one of the iron ring handles and turned it but as she did, she heard a creak. Looking around, the ranger saw the north western doors slam shut in the face of her companions and other doors to the north east swing open. She heard squeaking as though rats had suddenly awakened and before her, in an alcove cut into a stone structure in the middle of the chamber, appeared a robed figure with flowing red eyes. “A wraith,” she cried out as loudly as she could. “Undead lurk in here.” Outside the doors, Lavren dived forward and tried the iron handles but the doors seemed to have locked themselves. Handing his torch to Gendar, he drew a dagger from his belt and inserted it into the log, moving it around until he heard a satisfying click. The elf turned the handles of the doors again and flung them open before rushing into the chamber to aid Enlishia. Rendil followed and then Gendar and Erlmoor came after them, the dragonborn turning left to circle around the other side of the central stonework toward the north eastern doors. Telkya came last into the chamber and as she reached the companions, she threw down her torch, drew her sword, and turned around, searching the room for the undead enemies that Enlishia had seen. Suddenly, a rat with rotten flesh and fierce red eyes leapt from the alcove to her right and plunged its teeth into her leg. She cried out and lashed downward with her sword, striking the stone beside the creature. Other unseen rats squeaked in response to the elf maid’s pain and then, from the alcove across from Enlishia, the wraith came forth. Enlishia ducked as the undead creature lashed out at her with a shadowy, insubstantial arm. She retreated toward the others and began loosing arrows, one after the other. They passed through the creature but each shaft drew a moan of agony from the creature. Lavren turned away from the others and moved to stand just behind Enlishia, shouting a curse and a spell as he came. A bolt of black energy lanced out from his wand and seared past the wraith as it started toward Enlishia again. Rendil rushed to face the wraith, his blade before him, moving past Enlishia and Lavren. He seemed to utter something under his breath and as he slashed his blade out at the wraith, it burst into green flame. The sword clove into the wraith’s side and the creature howled recognising somewhere deep down in what remained of its mind, fell elf magic that it despised. The wraith hissed and abandoned its advance on Enlishia, instead turning on the halfling and his terrible sword. Behind the elves, Gendar leapt back as the rat attacked Telkya but then the battle training he had been given as a young drow reasserted itself. He raised his staff, uttered a spell and loosed a bolt of blue energy toward the rat. The undead creature squealed and leapt to one side, leaving the drow’s magic missile to strike the stone where it had been standing. The drow cursed and Telkya frowned at him before turning her attention back to the rat and its needle-sharp teeth. Before Erlmoor could reach the northern doors, a rat leapt from an alcove to his right and plunged its teeth into his leg. He roared and lashed downward with his blade, cleaving the rat in half as it clung to its leg. The two pieces of the creature’s corpse fell at the dragonborn’s feet and he strode forward to the northern doors. He turned as he reached them and saw before him a rectangular room with half a dozen coffins in it. From four of them had risen half-rotten creatures that might once have been men of Cormyr but now wore old, stained plate armour. Each carried a shield on one arm, held a sword in the other hand and had flesh that was drawn and mouldering. In their eye sockets glowed a fierce green light and slowly, they started toward the paladin, raising their blades as they came. “Battle wights,” he called back to the others as he recognised the foul undead and raised his own sword ready to meet them. Telkya heard Erlmoor cry out as she slashed at the rat that scurried around her with her sword. The blade clanged against the stone floor and as the sound died away, the squeaking of more rats filled the chamber. From the alcoves to her left came more of the creatures, scurrying toward she and Gendar. One plunged its teeth into the dark elf’s foot and another bit at his leg. The drow cried out, trying desperately to fend the creatures off with his stave. He threw his torch down behind the creatures and waved his staff at the rats but still they came at him. The rat Telkya fought rushed forward and leapt, sinking its teeth into her arm as she tried to fend it off. She shook the creature free but its teeth had left a painful, angry wound in her sword arm. She slashed down with her blade again but again the rat was too quick for her and the sword struck only stone. Rendil raised his sword again, another battle spell on his lips but then the wraith surged at him, moaning as it came. The halfling’s will broke and he fell back before the furious undead creature, stunned by the terrible sound of its torment. Enlishia staggered back beside the halfling, the pair passing Lavren and leaving him to face the creature alone. Numbly, Rendil saw Enlishia raise her bow and fire arrows to keep the rats at bay. One rat fell with a squeal, an arrow driven through it but the others kept coming and Rendil Halfmoon’s courage faltered again. In front of him, he saw Lavren facing the wraith with a steely determination as the warlock loosed another bolt of black energy from his wand. The blast seared through the creature’s incorporeal form and the wraith howled as though it had suffered pain. Trying to banish his fear, Rendil stepped slowly forward, passing Lavren and moving to protect his new companions. He raised his blade, called a spell to his lips and made ready meet his enemy. [/QUOTE]
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