Immersive Ink

waysoftheearth wrote:
The First Vault
(Gustave and Dieter)

With Ulric's lantern gone and the oil fire all but spent, this room is getting very dark. It is also very cold.

Gustave hurries back up the stair, and into the narrow passage behind Josinane and her companions. It is narrow and crowded here, but at least this passage is lit!

Meanwhile, in the near-dark, Dieter holds the top of the far stair. The vague shapes of the staggering dead can just be made out as they lurch toward him with an inhuman hunger, and he is forced to defend himself.

(Initiative is rolled: 1d6; Dieter=1+1, Foe=4) And the first of them are on him before he knows it! (2d20=8, 6) but fortunately his reactions are honed and he fends off their loathsome claims, and then responds with hewing sword strokes (2d20=7, 14) catching one of them a (2dd=1,6) solid blow for 8 hit points which sends it tumbling over the edge of the stair into the darkness.

There are maybe three of four more of them clawing for him (it's impossible to count them in this dim light).

What now?

sulldawga wrote:
"Do we have any more torches?" asks Dorgan plaintively.

He taps Highbough on the shoulder.

"Can I get in front of you? If that thing comes back, I'm aimin' ta give it a faceful a holy water."

waysoftheearth wrote:

sulldawga wrote:"Do we have any more torches?" asks Dorgan plaintively.

Josiane has a burning torch in each hand. Dorgan can take one (or both) without disturbing her mantra.

doctorx wrote:

waysoftheearth wrote:Passage into the first Vault
(Guntram, Highbough, Dorgan, Josiane)

Josiane attempts to raise the sacred versus to her lips once more (1d6=5) and it all come flooding back to her, and her soliloquy resumes unabated!

Meanwhile, Guntrum grits his teeth and prepares for the worst, but for a blessing the worst is averted. The fiendish apparition fades back into the darkness of the ante-chamber, and for a moment the chill is slightly less.

O.O.C: Praise the White Lady!

Can I ask roughly how many rounds she'll be able to keep the chant up before die rolls start, ways? [img]images/smiley/smiley.png[/img]

waysoftheearth wrote:

doctorx wrote: Can I ask roughly how many rounds she'll be able to keep the chant up before die rolls start, ways? [img]images/smiley/smiley.png[/img]

I'll allow Josiane 1d6 rounds of unchecked chanting (but I won't tell you the result of the roll) [img]images/smiley/wink.png[/img]

mushgnome wrote:
Highbough switches places with Dorgan and moves to assist Gustave from the 2nd rank with his Ire Spear. We must fight through to the other side and regroup the party.

doctorx wrote:
O.O.C: Fair do's,ways. Many thanks! (Prays for continued high rolls...) [img]images/smiley/huh.png[/img]

tonneau wrote:
Gustave bounds up the stairs to the small group gathered in the hallway to see...nothing there. His desire to make a witticism about this is cut short, however, by the chill sensation that something very unpleasant had most certainly been there and perhaps still lurked in the many shadows.

"You called, my dear dwarf...", he whispers, "...but what is this devilry that stalks us now?".

sulldawga wrote:
Dorgan looks grim as he sticks his dagger in his belt and walks back to take one of the torches from Josiane.

His mood is only fractionally improved by the reappearance of The Gustave.

tonneau wrote:"You called, my dear dwarf...", he whispers, "...but what is this devilry that stalks us now?".

"Worse than the zombies, I reckon. The Miss is all that's holdin' it back. Keep an eye on her, willya?"

The dwarf begins to turn back to the darkened corridor but then a thought strikes him and he spins back to face Gustave again.

"Any sign o' the others? If we can push that thing back to the antechamber, we could mebbe take it down... with all of us fightin'."

tonneau wrote:
"I believe our high-spirited comrade Dieter is dispatching the last of the walking corpses - I spied him at least atop the stair, but of the others I know not", replies Gustave to Dorgans query.

"As for keeping an eye on the Lady - this is surely pleasure, not a task" he adds with a cautious grin, "especially among shadows such as these"