Immersive Ink

mushgnome wrote:
"Good shot Josiane!" says Highbough. He follows Ulric for the exit, Ire Spear at the ready!

doctorx wrote:
"And nobly done on your part, Lord Highbough," Josiane responds, all reproof of his former actions banished by the heroism the ancient elf has just displayed; "We stand in your debt, I think."

"Now in the Saint's name let us quit this unholy place!"

If none of the fighters is in a position to take the lead she will move to the front of the column, shield on arm and sword drawn, marching in front of Ulric.

How are we doing for light? She has a torch remaining, but would sooner not take the time to dig it out and light it just now with ravening Undead on our tail...

tonneau wrote:
"Ah...right you are then" sighs Gustave, pulling himself to his feet with clear reluctance, "the show must go on eh?"

As the party moves off he does a double-take on Highbough, glancing back at the closed door and again at the ancient elf...but he was...

waysoftheearth wrote:
By the glaring blue-white light of the scepter, and the lesser glow of Ulric and Highbough's lantern, Guntrum and Dorgan check on Olaf.

He looks in a bad way, pale and shrunken. Dorgan pulls the stopper from his hip flask and raises it to Olaf's lips.

"Get somma this into ya, lad," he mutters as he helps Olaf take the spirit. He is too feeble to swallow at first, but with a little coaxing he manages to chug enough of the drink to cough and splutter, and within a minute or so he is revived to consciousness... he gingerly picks himself up, and stands; with all the confidence of a new-born giraffe.

(Olaf is up to 1 hit point).

waysoftheearth wrote:
Desmond takes the scepter.

"Give it to me!" complains Mondes, slapping the back of Desmond's head.

ehiker133 wrote:
"Shove OFF, noggin! You have the same arms as me. Idiot." Desmond shakes his head. "If I could figure out how to give you an elbow to the face, I surely would!"

eris wrote:
Olaf staggers to his feet, groaning, "What happened to me? What *were* those things?"

"Ur, thanks." he adds to this helping him up, "Did everybody survive?"

waysoftheearth wrote:
The company hurry as best they are able from the chill second vault, led by Josiane and then Ulric and followed up by the grim faced Dieter, who has accounted for all souls save Pelenwin and Wibert.

At this pace, it takes half a minute or less to stagger once more into the cold, dark of the first vault...

(1d6)

And from the top of the far stair the place seems as cold and dead as it ever were.

What now?

doctorx wrote:
Josiane looks and listens carefully for any sign of danger, increasingly taking note of the rise and fall of temperature in this fearful place. Does the vault seem any colder than when she last set foot in here?

She casts her eyes downwards, wary of any shambling shapes moving at the foot of the stair lest the fallen dead be of a mind to rise yet again, then upwards to scan the roof on the off-chance anything fell be hanging bat-like from the ceiling.

If she is satisfied there is no immediate danger she waves the company forward.

"Dieter; any sound of pursuit?" she whispers.

coffee wrote:
Dieter listens for any sound of pursuit (or anything else, really).