What Adventure Awaits?

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: is this a wood floor?

if the answer to the ooc question is yes, Berm will attempt to look for loose boards.

 

[Mark Chance]

The carnies move into the crowded storage room, treading carefully on the hard-packed earthen floor. Shalaye's knowledge of nature cannot identify the acidic spell, but a quick check of a few of the containers reveals an assortment of powdered mixtures of various colors and textures. While deciding what to do next, everyone hears the creeeek! of hinges followed by a thud! coming from the hallway.

 

[jkason]

Kaer Fegavas, human invulnerable rager

Kaer swears under his breath at the sound. He moves to reverse his position so that he can hold his ground against anything coming in from the hallway.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Berm taps gently on Shalaye's shoulder and gestures for her to trade places with kaer and himself for safety.

 

[Herobizkit]

Shalaye nods, a curt smile on the corner of her mouth. As she trades places, she nocks an arrow and holds it ready.

 

[Mark Chance]

The carnies hear the scuff of dragging feet before the thing shuffles into view, moving slowly on bent legs. The man had once been alive, but no longer. He is now a mouldering mockery of the living, dressed in a dirty and tattered shroud that has been pulled back from its slack face.

Its awkward shuffle stops in the doorway. The zombie's dry eyes scan left and right. Although the heroes are plainly visible, it doesn't seem to notice them at all.

OOC: You can start a surprise round if you want. Initiative plus a standard or move action. The zombie is not moving to attack.

 

[Scott DeWar]

watching in silence, Berm puts his hand lightly on the strongman, not wanting to startle him. He makes indications that maybe they should follow it to see where it is going.

 

[jkason]

Kaer Fegavas, human invulnerable rager

Kaer tenses but does not act. He nods slightly and holds his ground, waiting for the zombie to pass.

 

[Herobizkit]

Shalaye grits her teeth, but does nothing else.

 

[Mark Chance]

The carnies hold fast. The zombie shuffles into the room, slides a box from atop a barrel, and starts to turn, carrying the box with it as it steps back toward the hall. In a moment, the monster has moved out of sight.

Moving forward, the carnies peer around the corner of the door jamb. The zombie lugs the box toward the door at the far end of the hall, which now stands open. A second zombie leans against the door, holding a stout crossbar in its hands. Beyond it are stairs leading down. Flickering lights and shadows play on the walls and slanted ceiling.