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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Xaltar" data-source="post: 7887" data-attributes="member: 480">-------------------------------------------Session 6, Part 6:  Playing the Part...-------------------------------------------Spiderfang ran with great speed down the path and managed to intersect the party just as they were coming out of the woods on their way to infiltrate the Tower of Bones.  They didn’t have much time to discuss what had happened, but Spiderfang was able to prove his identity, by whispering to Drexel that he knew of his true tiefling form, (which had only been shared with Tansooth and Ziona), and they all felt a great relief to have him back. The Tower of Bones was a magnificent structure of carved stone that resembled skeleton bones and gargoyles.  Surrounding the tower was the massive gravesite known as the Polyandrium.  The Polyandrium runs nearly 300 feet across and 100 feet wide, with trees lightly covering the area.Before the party reached the tower’s entrance, they suddenly had doubts about being able to successfully bluff their way in with a dwarf, gnome, and air genasi in the party.  They agreed that Borghin and Tarbash, (the gnome that they met in the forest), were going to attempt to find another way to sneak into the building since they were both rogues.The party unanimously voted that Arion was far too barbariac in his mannerisms to pass as a cultist, not to mention his unusual heritage.  So, it was agreed that he would wait in the nearby woods until the party was able to find his equipment and return it to him.Being disguised the best, and having a way of working words much in a way a painter would paint a great portrait, Drexel took the lead.  They walked right up to the tower and barged through the front door.  “I must speak to the master immediately!”  Drexel demanded.“Ryngoth is currently on the roof.  He is not to be interrupted,” answered one of the sentries.“Well, I have news that can not wait!” retorted Drexel with such bearing confidence that the sentry began to stutter.“Then Ggg gggooo saaa seee Rathh Rathwill upstairs.”  The party marched up the stairs and didn’t look back.  When they reached the top of the next landing, they saw a small table and chair occupied by an unarmored man.  He was writing upon a scroll and was flanked by sentries.  This was Rathwill, and when they told him that they demanded to meet with Ryngoth, he was not happy.  Drexel’s silver lined tongue managed to keep the encounter from escalating into a battle, and finally Rathwill reluctantly let them pass, but told them that it was their own funeral.The next floor had two very heavily armored warriors guarding the stairs to the roof.  The larger of the two men held out his hand in a warning position while his ally readied a sword.  “Praise to the dragons!  You are not permitted to enter this level of the Tower of Bones.  State your business here immediately or face punishment.”“Stand down acolyte!  I have just arrived from the city of Myth Drannor with crucial information for Ryngoth.  If you stand in our path then I will have you fed to the dragons!”Drexels response held such conviction that the guards looked at each other in doubt.  Then, much to their surprise, Drexel pushed them aside and walked by.  Most of the party was up the stairs before the guards could react.  By the time they regained their wits, they merely drew their swords and waited to assist the master of the Tower of Bones if the need should arise.As Drexel first reached the roof, he could not tell if it was day or night due to the strange Myth Drannor sky.  Looking around he noticed an armored sentry standing guard in the center of the roof where an insane looking robed cultist stood next to a stone slab.  Upon the slab was a shackled and frightened-looking gnome.  Behind the slab were 8 freshly created zombies.  The demented looking man looked up at the party, his robes were adorned with mystical runes and symbols of dragons and death.  “It would seem that we have company!  While the Lord of the Forsaken Crypt does not mind your interruption, I think he would be better served if we added you to our collection.  Praise the dragon!”Just about that time, Drexel saw Borghin and Tarbash climbing up the side of the tower.  While lobbing a burning flask, Tarbash yelled, “Praise this, you death-loving freak.”Drexel cringed, as did Holden, who was peering around his side.  This didn’t look good, for their cover was completely blown.  Drawing their weapons, the heroes prepared for the worst as Ryngoth ordered his undead minions to attack.------------------------------------------Next Time: Will the party be able to force their way back out of the hostile tower unharmed?-------------------------------------------</blockquote>

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