stonegod's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft: Ch. III [IC] (Completed)

"Marot, perhaps you should come back out, and I'll... secure... that second door as well, eh?" Jarrith mumbles quietly so that the warlock can hear but Cyrus cannot.
 

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Marot gives the universal symbol of "hold on, wait a second" to Jarrith.

He walks over to the cupboards where he sensed the magical auras and opens the doors.

Mumbling,"Master wanted me to get a few things for him."

He'll take a quick look in the cupboards, trying to locate the items with the magical auras and pocket them.

OOC: Bluff +15, Diplomacy +12 to smooth out any craziness, if needed.
 


Ashlyn's other sight shows that the other undead, other than the zombie, must
be hidden or gone, for she no longer senses it.
Ashlyn frowns in consternation and then looks over the room again from the doorway, this time more thoroughly as she tries to locate the other undead presence, checking the cupboards and even the floor, walls and ceiling just in case the other presence was incorporeal.

As Ashlyn peers in, Cyrus waves cheerfully, taking the spoon out of the green goo. He blathers a bit while she concentrates.

"Lost, eh? Cyrus can take you where you go."
As she does so she absentmindedly replies to Cyrus, "Thank you, but I think we'll manage ... although if you could direct us to the tombs below, that would be most helpful"
 
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Cyrus begins to respond to Ashlyn as Marot searches the cupboards, when an gangrenous hand reaches out of the pot and grabs Marot! The warlock stiffens as some sort of paralysis overcomes him!

Chaos quickly erupts. Cyrus yells at whatever was in the thick iron pot to stop, but to no avail, the undead ignoring him completely. It emerges a decaying mix of bones and putrid organs that distend itself around the creatures arms and foul tongue. The zombie also takes notice of the warlock and the paladin.

But the party has faced worse. Ashlyn engages the wretched thing of bone and organs, keeping it away from Marot. Others rush in behind her, the only other entrance blocked. The zombie is little more than a nusaince, and Khensu easily shoves into the green goo of the pot where it troubles no one.

The other undead proves to be a little more a problem, especially with the narrow confines of the kitchen. At one point, it grabbed Jarrith after a particulary good hit by the Stalker, but it could not keep him pinned nor paralyzed. After some minor electrical bolts from Avron and assistance from Ladreth after shoving away the pot, it was finally vanquished.

The party takes a breath admist the dank ruin of the kitchen while Cyrus, who had backed himself against the wall utters, "That wasn't the secret ingredient at all. Hmm."

OOC: One folks are down about 10 hp average. Marot is paralyzed for another minute after the combat.
 

Marot the Unresistant to Paralysis

As he regains motion to his limbs, the warlock curses his weakness.

"Dammit! Why do I freeze up at he slightest touch of these foul undead! I am beginning to think that I am indeed allergic to undead and must pursue another line of work..."

Then he continues to pilfer the remaining magical aura objects from the cupboards, mumbling obscenities.
 

The fight over, Ashlyn reaches within herself and once again healing energies wash over the group, including mad Cyrus.

[Turn undead -> Sacred healing (15hp healed to each living creature within the room)]


Ashlyn then turns to Cyrus, "Sorry about the interruption, ... where were we ... oh yes, did you know of a way down to the tombs?"
Ashlyn's tone is somewhat conciliatory, and she seems to completely ignore the fact that they have just decimated a couple of undead right in front of him.

[Diplomacy +10 (and Gather information +10 if appropriate) to improve relations with Cyrus and try to learn where the tombs are located]
[Sense motive +10 to assess Cyrus's motives as they speak]
 

"Dammit! Why do I freeze up at he slightest touch of these foul undead! I am beginning to think that I am indeed allergic to undead and must pursue another line of work..."
"Undead? No, no, my dear Brother... from my eyes it appeared as though you froze in the presence of a bread pudding. Which says much about your culinary palate. I'd hate to see what you'd do when confronted with a strawberry tart or a mushroom and cheese omlette." Jarrith lightly teases Marot with a twinkle in his eye.

"Let us make sure not to bring out any jerky, lest our friend panic and fall faint." Jarrith says to the others.
 

Marot grumbles but manages to find the oversized magical cleaver and a bottle in the back of the cupboard labeled "Hot Sauce" that appears to be magical. The former would likely find use as a scimitar, the other, after a bit of examination, seems to entail fire. [cleaver +1 (treat as a scimitar), and a potion of fire breath]

Cyrus pats himself off once the battle is over, then looks to Ashlyn as she speaks. "Hmm? Oh. Back the way you came, down the stairs. Must have missed them." Looking at the destruction, he chuckles. "This reminds me of the corpse and the axe! See, there was this corpse, all dead and rotting, see? And this axe... a red one... it was sticking out of the corpse, see? It was sticking out so it sort of looked like the corpse had three arms, see? Ah ha! Ha hahahahahaha!"

He seems very pleased with his joke.

OOC: I think I missed describing the spiral stair continues to go down earlier (the one you came down initially). It does.
 
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While the others decide their next move, Avron finishes his interrupted examination of the set-aside room. It appears to be a wine cellar. Several old casks can be seen, but nothing else save cobwebs and the disturbing glass.
 

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