Yedan's Troubleshooters

[Arrowhawk]

Whyre, impressed with Mez's ability to wield such a weapon in such a manner, notches a blunt arrow and falls in behind Mez.

 

[Kaodi]

OOC: What are you guys doing about light?

 

[Arrowhawk]

OOC: What are you guys doing about light?

OOC: Evret: ”while he slips a sunrod into his left.”

 

[Kaodi]

OOC: Man I am bad for that...

Guided by the light of Evret's sunrod, the party descends down the stairs and into the crypt. At the bottom of the stairs the tunnel widens to fifteen feet, with alcoves carved into the walls when older coffins rest. None are quite so rich as the Harad Granthum lies in.

Ahead of you light reveals the outline of another doorway, but all of a sudden there is a keen wailing sound all around you. Four ghostly warriors, all bones, and with decrepit looking arms and armour, materialize around you. They are illuminated as if they were covered in pale blue fire, causing their forms to flicker and waver. They do not seem happy to see you.

OOC: XX G1 XX G2 XX Mo Ba Wh Me Ev XX XX G3 XX G4

 

[Arrowhawk]

			We come in peace?

 

[Kaodi]

OOC: Roll initiative...

 

[Walking Dad]

Morgan Sorrowful

"What are Harad Gratham's sins?" Morgan asks while subtly readying himself for an attack.

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Morgan Sorrowful


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HP: 11/11
AC: 18, Touch 12, Flat Footed 16
Initiative: +2
CMB: +2
CMD: 14
Fort: +4
Ref: +3
Will +5
Speed 20'

Spells prepared (save DC = 13 + spell level):
0 - Detect Magic, Guidance, Light
1 - Magic Stone, Shillelagh

Concentration Check: +6

Club (melee): +2 = +0 (BAB) +2 (Stat) (1d6+2)X2
Scimitar (melee): +2 = +0 (BAB) +2 (Stat) (1d6+2) 18-20/X2

Perception +7

dies at -14

-4 sp
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[ghostcat]

Mez also readies himself for an attack. But otherwise holds off making any hostile moves; waiting to see how the negotiations go.

 

[SelcSilverhand]

Evret gasps in surprise as the forms appear before him and his blood runs cold. It may have been the cold of the tomb or the chill of undeath, but it causes him to shiver. Girding himself for the inevitable attack, he readies his club to swing at the one closest to him. Noticing that the others have not attacked yet, he stays his hand a moment.

OOC: Readying to attack G4 if they attack

 

[Arrowhawk]

As the pale blue light from the ghastly form reaches its peak luminescence, Whyre looks to see if they match the description of the ones that appeared before the towns people.

"Bastiooooooonnnnnnnnn?"​