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Old Mar 12th, 2024, 03:01 PM
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AllIn response to Tambovsky's question about turning the undead, Lady Danicea looks to her sword, that now lights the room in a soft blue glow. She whispers to him, Tam, there are more than undead behind that door. Lady Danicea grips her sword tighter, so much so Tambovsky hears her fingers crackling with the effort, There is compulsive magic there too. Do you feel it? It calls to me, to us, to Our Saints to close with it. A trap I fear. What lies beyond is no mere troll. The halfling is right and I think we follow Sylana as quickly as we can. Lady Danicea leans close to Owain, touching her forehead to his, You are right Owain, we shall return with Dame Almira and others to aid in the fight against such foes. She reaches out, clasping Tambovsky's shoulder and then hugging both Owain and Tambovsky, pulling them close and steadying her breathing. They can tell she is not afraid so much as shaken by something, what, she doesn't say. She may not even be able to articulate it. She takes comfort and reassurance in them as she regains her senses.
Sylana, not wasting any time, takes another handful of ball bearings and spreads them across the floor. Turley walks beside her, placing a caltrop between every third marble. They finish and move off as Sylana feels a another tendril of thought trying to wrap her in another ploy to steal Tambovsky's helmet.

Omlin is halfway down the next set of stairs when they all move off. The young druid looks greatly relieved to be leaving the area. Phettle and Turley are only too happy to follow her. Phettle is unusually quiet and wary. He stops, staring upwards into the darkness as he lets all the others pass and takes up the rear guard. Turley stays close to Sylana, clearly comforted by her presence and her forceful taking of command.

Sylana and Omlin lead them down two more sets of stairs. On the last set, the air grows warmer and cleaner. They smell rain soaked grass, alder and wood smoke. Halfway down the last stair, they feel a soft breeze against their faces and see a large entry room at least sixty feet wide North to South and much longer going East to West. Looking East and West, the wide room leads away into darkness. North, across from the bottom of the stairs, they see a large gateway, thirty feet wide and at least fifteen feet high. On either side of the gate are four skeletons in rusted chain byrnies and Norman helms. All four skeletons carry long spears. In the center of the gate is another skeleton. A giant skeleton two feet taller than either Tambovsky or Lady Danicea. The giant skeleton wears heavy plate. The polished breast plate reflects their torch lights. Several of the skeletons turn and stare at them. The empty eyes sockets drawing them in, almost forcing them to stare back.

OOC- Everyone SA Wis DC 12 or feel friendly and trusting of the skeletons. So much so you may want to buy them a beer. Also roll for perception and Sylana may roll for detect traps if she wishes. Party Members: Owain, Sylana, Tambovksy, Lady Danicea, Turley Silversteen, Omlin, Phettle, and Turley.
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Tambovsky receives Lady Danicea's embrace, and then looks at Owain dumbfounded after the paladin moves down the hallway.

"When did we become huggers?" he asks with genuine astonishment before turning to Sylana. "If I was a bit of a rogue, I might get behind this hugging thing. Think how close pockets and purses approach you in a hug, eh?"

Tambovsky continues marching through the tunnels with the others, following the lead of Sylana and Omlin, practically ready for anything at this point.

As he comes into the large hall, stared down by the skeletons, he gives a half-second's glance at the gnomes to see if they expected to encounter these figures, or if they were yet another surprise along the way to the meadow of the supine father.

As for himself, Tambovky's fairly sure that the skeletons are benign guardians of this walkway. There's just something about the way they are staring at him that indicates they are good blokes, soldiers of old who deserve a drink and an ear of someone willing to hear their tales. They are skeletons, yes, but Tambovsky is fairly sure he can make out some of his best mates and comrades from his old platoon in their features ... that slant of the forehead, for instance, it's the spitting image of Sgt. Carrigan. Good ol' Carrigan!

And, though he can't believe his own ears as he says it, he belts out: "Ahhhh, look, my Lady, they wanna hug!"


 




 


 
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"Speak for yourself, mate; I've always been a hugger. It ain't just pockets and purses that get pressed in close," Owain elbowed Tambovsky with a smirk before his face grew red with a twinge of shame as he remembered it was Lady Danicea they were talking about instead of some teenage crush. Maybe it was just getting away from the chilled corridor and hollow voices behind wards that made him feel younger and dumber. Whatever the case, he tried to keep his mouth closed and eyes open more as they delved deeper.

With the air in the tunnels growing fresher and carrying a promise of the wilderness above, Owain's feet and spirits both felt lighter. That had to mean they were getting close, no? What smells of smoke, wood, and rain besides the woods?

Owain stopped when they came to the wide room with the great gate and its skeletal guard opposite them. He looked to Omlin with a raised eyebrow that asked, "is this normal?" Maybe they needed to recite a password. He didn't draw his sword just yet but, kept his hand ready. Tambovsky seemed to think the skeletons were a friendly sort. "Hugs? Well, they likely are lonely. Looks like they've been down here a while." He raised his chin and called out across the room, "Hail, Guardsmen! We mean no harm, just passing through." Just in case they actually were benign. He watched closely for any sign to the contrary.

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Sylana was thankful that they couldn't hear her sigh of relief when Lady Danicea acquiesced to the suggestion to leave the door. It was double relief as well, that she'd not decided to leave on her own and take to these tunnels as a way to escape. No doubt she'd have ended up like a lot of the dead around here, except, well, more of the non-moving kind. Might be kind of fun to be undead, though I suspect the novelty will wear off quickly. "Grrr! Aaarrggh!" I seem to recall that was the sound at the end of every Buffy episode.she mimicked to herself although the mirth of the moment didn't break through the cold of the corridor and the chill of death that permeated the air.

As the rest of the crew joined her, she pointed a finger at Owain in response to Tambovsky's question. "What he said. When you're at my height, unless you're looking for jewels of another kind, hugging is not recommended. That said, a good blow and a man's helmet will come right off." She looked at Tambovsky and grinned wickedly, casting her eyes back and forth between his eyes and the helmet that covered them. Might be fun to make a game out of stealing that helmet? Wonder how deeply Tambovsky sleeps? She turned away and trotted a few ahead, maintaining her vigilance as she scouted a few feet ahead with Omlin.

A few stairs later and she could smell the fresh air. She barely needed the gnomes' assistance anymore in finding the way, although she didn't bargain on seeing the skeletons. She gave Tambovsky a quizzical look at his response. "Somebody need to poke your eyes out?" she remarked. "Pointy things like spears don't work with hugs either and those things could hug worse than a bear." She wrinkled her nose at the thought of what those old bones would smell like up close. Something was a bit odd about the whole arrangement. What were these skeletons doing down here? Who left them here? And why hadn't anybody else that came through here removed them? I this a trap?] She gazed intently at the skeletons and the doors, then the floor in front of them. Maybe there was some way to stop the skeletons from attacking them. Some switch or lever. She did not relish fighting something that could step on her. "Say, Lady Danicea, can you tell them to go away?"


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What he said, When you're at my height, unless you're looking for jewels of another kind, hugging is not recommended....
Phettle and Turley quietly snicker at that. Omlin blushes, her cheeks turning a slight cherry red. Lady Danicea turns her head to look at Sylana, then back to Tambovsky and Owain, a clear, questioning look on her face. What other kind of jewels would someone be looking for?
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Owain andTambovsky look down at the gnomes. They can see the gnomes hadn't expected this, but the gnomes are also not surprised. None of them say anything at first. Like him, they just stare at the strange tableau below. Sylana wrinkled her nose, stared at the skeletons and the floor and large gate like door. She noted several of the stone squares of flooring had more shadow than others, indicating a slight depression of some kind. In her experience, that usually meant a trap or something hidden. For a moment, visions of Tambovsky's helm with Danicea's necklace inside filled her eyes. That space was a trap. Definitely don't step there. She counted four more of the depressions and two other places where the floor rose ever so slightly above the others. She could tell those two spots were definitly pressure traps of some sort. None of the skeletons stood anywhere near any of the odd flooring tiles.
She took a few steps down, watching the skeletons staring at her and still not moving. She could smell a subtle scent of camphor mixed with sulfur coming from the bottom of the great door's left side and from one of the dips she noted earlier.
Owain smelled the tint of sulphur and camphor too. The clean air coming in revealed those scents to him. They were slight and to Owain, came from the left side of the great door, carried by gusts of wind blowing from outside. The wind outside blew hard and wet, coming out of the North. Owain didn't need to see or feel it, he could just tell from the breezes coming into the room.
Owain, Sylana, and Omlin stand looking and sensing what is going on around them. All three of them are suspicious of the skeletons and the room. Tambovsky smiles at the skeletons and starts walking towards them. Phettle joins him, You think they have any ale they would share? I mean something just left around from when they were alive. Don't know about you Tambovsky, but all this hiking around in the dank and dark has parched my throat.
One of the spear wielding skeletons turns at the sound of Phettle's voice and beckons to Phettle and Tambovsky, waving the pair over to him. Four more skeletons walk out of the darkness to their right and into the light of their torches. One of them, definitely the leader, wears a fine coat of green velvet and blue felt hat with a wide floppy brim and a quail feather sticking out of the band. He is the jauntiest skeleton any of them have ever seen. His three companions all wear long white robes with red collars and red cuffs. Such gowns are often worn by acolytes and lower clergymen. Come, we will happily share our ale and a bit of baked boar for a tale of your telling, Tambovsky hears the skeleton leader say.
Another skeleton emerges from the other left side of the gate. The same side where the sulfur and camphor smells are flow from. He is tall and still has several strands of ropey dark hair plastered to his white skull by the grease from rotting skin. He too wears a cleric's robes, only his are dark red with gold colored cuffs and hem. He carries a black scepter in the crook of his left arm. He nods as if thinking while looking them over.
Lady Danicea follows Tambovsky and Phettle down to the floor and over to the skeletons. She reaches out to one, almost hugging him before the skeleton drops his spear and takes her in arm and starts waltzing with her. Lady Danicea follows the skeletons lead, laughing like a young girl as she does.
Meanwhile, the lead skeleton hands Phettle and Tambovsky mugs of warm, maple colored ale, Here you go gents. I know it is not Red Wipple, but it will do. One of the spear wielding skeletons joins them, saying, I prefer a Sparrow's flight myself. Always thought that went down smooth. What about you blokes? What ale do you prefer?

Back up on the stairs, Owain, Sylana, Omlin and Turley watch the strange scene unfold. Omlin and Turley look completely perplexed at what is happening. Owain and Sylana both see the Skeleton Priest moving his arms and the scepter the way a puppeteer would hold strings. His arm movements match those of the skeleton dancing with Lady Danicea. Sylana sees them move dangerously close to the depressions in the floor, then move away, then back, then away. Each time they move closer and closer to Lady Danicea stepping in the dip.

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A crooked smile spread across Owain's face as he raised an eyebrow at Lady Danicea's question about "other types of jewels" but kept his mouth shut to save everyone a bit of embarrassment. That smile quickly fell away when he saw her, along with Tambovsky and Phettle, walk ahead to greet the skeletons in an open embrace. This had to be some kind of magic like the snake woman used on him earlier; that wasn't good. He watched as more skeletons entered. Not good.

"It's the priest in the red robes doing this," Owain turned and whispered to his companions. He could see that Sylana already knew. "I'll need to take that one first."

He slid his spear free from its straps on his pack and rested it on his shoulder then, Owain stepped quietly and carefully out into the room. "Actually, we prefer the Blosque brown." He nodded to the one with the green velvet coat and jaunty hat that seemed almost mayoral thinking, you're next friend as he stepped closer to the priest in red. "I don't suppose you'll let them go so we can be about or way?" Close enough now.

Owain shrugged and 19 to hit for 9 damagethrew the spear as hard as he could at the skeleton playing puppeteer with his friends. Then, Initiative: 16he calmly drew his sword, letting the sound of naked steel do the rest of the talking.

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Sylana grimaced. Then frowned. Then pursed her lips and sucked air through her teeth. Well, this is a bit of a pickle. And not the edible kind. "You don't say," Sylana remarked to Owain's assessment, all seriousness on her face. "But we need to watch the floor, it's littered with depressions. Possible traps. And, can you smell that? Coming from the left of the door. Likely something fire-based. We need to be very careful if we move about." Her voice fell into a whisper as she tried to assess the situation. Can we knock some sense into our companions? Or do we need to knock some sense into the skeletons? Owain's timely intervention broke her quick thoughts. "Well, if you're not invited to the party, crash it." She slipped a dagger from her belt in one smooth motion and then, hoping to distract the skeletons and her enchanted companions, she sang a tuneless ditty in a loud, bellowing voice.

"There was a Lady called Danicea,
she found a secret panacea,
it was a halfling called Sylana,
who threw a dagger better than a banana."


With a flick of her wrist she hurled her dagger at the skeleton priest that Owain had targetted, and then spun around into the shadows of Owain's body and feet, trying to blend it as well as she could from the burning eyes of any skeletons that would try to target her. When in doubt, hide. She well remember some rather uncomfortable hiding positions in her days, and standing in Owain's shadow was positively balmy in comparison.


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What type of ale did Tambovsky prefer?

It seemed he should know this answer, but for some reason all question--and even more so answers--took on a sort of haziness unknown to him before.

Perhaps up to now he had only thought he knew his certainties, and only because nobody had thought to ask him. But now, this skeleton--a kind soul, though weren't skeletons...soul-less?--had thought to ask his opinion.

"Well, as for ale," Tambovsky stood thinking and staring at the skeleton ... now how on the good Saints' earth would a skeleton drink ale. Where would it all go? Down the hatch and out the sides? This perplexed Tambovsky! And then, hearing Lady Danicea's laughter, the thought of a skeleton drinking ale began to amuse Tambovsky as well.

And then something more amusing occurred ... rather than ale pouring through a skeleton, a spear ... and then a dagger came flying forth.

"Bananadagger ale!" Tambovsky shouted, for some odd reason.

And then laughed. Why yes, bananadagger was his favorite ale.

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AllOwain and Sylana nod in sync with each other. They both move onto the main floor, slowly stepping towards the cowled skeleton and his 'jaunty squire. The cowled Skeleton eyes pass over them before turning back to Lady Danicea. The jaunty squire eyes them both, his black eye sockets flickering with an intelligence not seen in any of the other skeletons.
Lady Danicea is totally besotted with her companion, laughing and dancing like a young girl at her first ball. She gestures to Sylana, wanting the halfling to join her in the dance. Sylana looks at her and creeps behind Owain, hiding herself as best she can. She glimpses back at the stairs and sees Turley, just standing there, one foot in the air. He looks like he was posing, not moving at all and then Sylana realized some kind of enchantment held him still. She looked over to Omlin and saw the druid was held as well. She was about to warn Owain, when...

Owain moved close enough to smell the dried like musk of old bones coming off the skeletons. He returned the squire's stare, hefted his spear and hurled it at the Cowled Skeleton. Even before his spear hit, he pulled his blade free and advanced on the foe. Sylana seeing Owain attack, and knowing she had to aid their friends, started singing,
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As Sylana sang, she flicked her dagger at the skeleton and watched the blade waver for a moment as it nicked a rib bone and disappeared. The Cowled skeleton fell over, his bones clattering to the floor in pieces. The Cowl hangs in the air, not moving. Sylana's dagger reappears in her hand!

Phettle turns to Tambovsky, laughing loud and sounding like a small drum, Aye Tambovsky! I will drink to that. After saying so, he tips his head back and downs the skeleton's offered ale! Licking his lips with a rather smug look, he grins at Tambovsky and Lady Danicea, who is dancing elegantly with the skeleton, which keeps stepping on it's own feet.
Tambovsky finds all this uproariously funny and joins Phettle in a long, loud laugh. Until the skeleton falls over and the Cowl hangs there in the air like a dead man. Something about that and skeletons drinking ale niggle his mind, his sense of self....

As the once cowled skeleton hits the floor, the squire glares at Owain and points at him. The squire's fingernails fly off and strike Owain, hitting him like beestings about the face and neck. The Squire starts backing up and several of the skeletons, including the large ogre size ones, start advancing on Owain. Sylana, hiding behind Owain, sees Lady Danicea stop dancing for a moment, a perplexed look on her face.
Owain notices the skeletons fixating on him as well. He counts one huge armor plated skeleton and two spear wielding skeletons in chain byrnies coming at him. The 'squire' backs away from him, gesturing with his hands as he does. The squire is moving towards the depression in the gate that smells of sulphur. Two other skeletons keep drinking with Phettle and Tambovsky and the last skeleton moves towards the helpless Omlin standing on the stairs.


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Under any other set of circumstances, Owain would be relishing in a few shared laughs and ales between friends. Gods know he'd normally be the first to call for exactly that at the end, or occasional middle, of any given day. But when those drinks are being offered up by mouldering skeletons in dank tunnels that smell of sulpher? Or when the laughs come from some dark enchantment? Or the walking bones start dancing with your spellbound friends? He thought he saw Phettle drinking whatever one of the skeletons gave him!

No. This was not something he could abide. Owain looked for the two other gnomes and saw them frozen by magic. The cloaked skeleton he took for a mage clattered to the ground but his cloak remained floating there as if hung on an invisible peg. A blink later and the well-dressed skeletal squire hit him with some sort of foul needle attack. He would abide none of these.

"Should've stayed in your tombs," the Welshman snarled, "I'll dedicate your bones to Mórrígan and crush them beneath my feet!" Owain gave himself over to the battle rage that lingered just under his skin and bade the Old Gods fill his blood with fire so he might slay all of their enemies. His pupils contracted into pinpricks amongst the whites as his muscles spasmed and cords bulged in his neck. The jaunty one moved away while three others advanced. He was ready.

Another skeleton moved for Omlin and Owain cannot allow that. These gnomes were taking him to see his father, no dead things would take them while he still had a heartbeat. Somebody (Owain) was screaming as he rushed toward the lone skeleton advancing on Omlin upon the stairs. He swung in two great sweeping arcs, 20 to hit for 11 damage + 5 radiant and 24 to hit for 9 more damagecutting an X through the space occupied by old bones intent on doing harm.

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Tambovsky watches Owain launch himself toward the skeleton and shouts: "Oi! Oi! The tumbling begins! 10 copper pieces on my man Owain!"

This would be a bar rumble to remember!

But when Owain attacks, it isn't a pummel or a jab among tavern-mates, it's a full-on attack.

Confused, Tambovsky wonders just what got into Owain who usually ...

And then, as if a fog has cleared from around a meadow, he clearly sees his foolishness, and that of others.

"Phettle, we're fools!" he shouts, bending down to the gnome and sticking his finger past a bushy growth of beard and into his mouth. "Forgive me, new friend, but this is better as flakes on your beard than as acid burrowing through your body!"

If he has time remaining, he will then move over to Lady Danicea, bring his hand ... no, not the right hand ... that hand would be drenched in chunky gnome spittle, not at all appropriate for a grand lady. So he takes his other hand and slaps her across the face." Lady! My lady!" he shouts, trying to rouse her from her charm as he wipes his right hand on his armor before gripping his sword again.


 




 


 
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What the...? The dagger appeared again in her hand, somehow magically passing from one point to the next. Sylana looked perplexed. Clearly her little ditty and vaguely awful singing was doing something, because what she was singing was somehow coming into being. A banana. A boomerang. The shape similarity was uncanny and Sylana was all about uncanny. She dodged out from behind Owain's lumbering charge and made her own beeline to a position where she could avoid the battle but wasn't far away from support if she needed it. Then she looked at Tambovsky as he snapped out of his reverie. A finger in a gnome's mouth and a vivacious slap later. Sylana blinked and in that space of time a memory of a disembodied voice reminded her of something. I do like that helmet...

"Tambovsky has a splendid helmet,
which would look dapper on Sylana's pillow of velvet,
but first he slaps the Lady Danicea,
to be sure, she will have Apologies to Lady Danicea, but there are very few words that rhyme with her name and this will give Sylana the giggles.diarrhea."


For a split second she prayed to all the gods she didn't believe in that her words would come into being. Shrugging at the mysteries of the universe, she flipped her dagger until she caught the flat of the blade. "Booma-banana-dagger, do your thing." Not one to know much about magic words that result in, well, magical things, she opted for the obvious approach. Then threw the dagger as soon as Owain had distracted the Squire enough for her to find it's bleak skull-face turned away from her.


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AllOh you muckers! Phettle's angry voice sounds above the din. The gnome looks angry and embarrassed as he comes out of the charm. Phettle shakes his head, spitting and spray the foul brew he had been drinking all over the floor.
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Tambovsky cries out. His whole mouth burns like he had been drinking rat piss mixed with vinegar. Shoving a finger down his mouth, he causes himself to vomit much of the vileness out. The vomit left a better taste in his mouth than the "bone ale," he and Phettle had been drinking. Phettle bashes the skeleton closest to him right in the knee, toppling the thing. Right after, Phettle, Tambovsky's jabs a finger down the gnome's thick throat. Phettle yanks his head away and purposefully barfs all over the fallen skeleton.
Avoiding the splashing vomit, Tambovsky rushes over to Lady Danicea. The paladin now has a half smile on her face, her eyes growing wide in disappointment at Tambovsky and Phettle's 'outrageous' behavior. She is just turning to admonish Tambovsky when he slaps her. Lady Danicea leans back, shock reverberating through her. Tambovsky is about to slap her again when he feels a crusted blade slide across the top of his left hip. The skeleton, who had been dancing with Lady Danicea just slashed him, opening a slim wound. Tambovsky felt the warm trickle of his blood on his leg. The skeleton slashed again and Tambovsky blocked the blow. Tambovsky was about to punch the skeleton when it came apart and burst into blue flame.
Lady Danicea held her sword low in en garde while her other hand was raised over her head and bathing the skeleton in radiant light. She destroyed that one and turned it on another, destroying that one as well.

Owain felt the sting of the Jaunty skeletons magic. Brushing that aside, he moved to attack. Owain, glimpsed Omlin, frozen and spun on his heel, changing direction in a blink of an eye. In one leap he reached the skeleton advancing on Omlin. His first blow chopped the skeleton's sword off, his second took its head. The cracked skull bounced across the floor as the rest of the skeleton turned to face Owain before falling over and turning to a fine yellowed dust.
Phew! Omlin breathed out and dropped to one knee. She looked up at Owain, nodding in thanks to him as she dug through her pouch and pulled out a scroll. These things follow Orcus. Carefull of the skeleton who shot you. He is a what is called a Death Lock. They are undead who when alive, served Orcus as Warlocks. Now, huh, some reward.

Sylana moved quickly out of the way and hopefully the attention of the skeletons. She took a quick look around and saw Owain destroy the skeleton charging Omlin and that the gnome was now free of whatever enchantment had held her. Sylana just caught Omlin's words about warlocks and Orcus and "Lock Deaths," or something like that.
Tambovsky's slap of Lady Danicea sounded out and seemed to wake more of the skeletons. Four more started moving towards Owain and Omlin and a fifth limped towards the still held Turley. As of yet, none of the skeletons showed any notice of her. The skeletons seemed locked on the big folk and gnomes.
She started admiring Tambovsky's helmet again and Lady Danicea, now it up by radiant light looked beautiful, her necklace glimmering in the gloom. Sylana started singing, flipped her dagger and hurled it at the Jaunty Lock skeleton. Her blade twirled end over end through the air, gaining more and more momentum with each twirl. "Jaunty Locks" turned his head towards her. Seeing Sylana, he sneered and gestured. Sylana's blade hit "Jaunty Locks" right in the throat with a loud cracking sound like a breaking plate. His head lolled back and rolled down his back, shattering when it hit the floor.
Her hair on her arms stood on end, stiffening like bristles on a hard brush. She instinctively turned and ducked as a shimmery blanket of sticky strands flew over her and splatted on the floor in front of her. The strands glowed with a resin like substance and stuck to the floor like a spider web.
Several crashing sounds followed as all the skeletons crumbled to the floor or simply turned to yellow dust. The room filled with the yellow dust causing them to blink and cough for several moments. Turley came out of his spell and promptly fell over. Omlin crouched low, shouting, Get down! Down, don't breathe the yellow dust!

OOC-Tambovsky took 8 points of damage from the skeleton. No other party members took damage. All the skeletons are destroyed.Party Members: Owain, Sylana, Tambovksy, Lady Danicea, Turley Silversteen-held, Omlin, Phettle.

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The gnome-threatening skeleton lost its sword arm to Owain's blade along with its head and all the leftover bones clattered to the ground where they disintegrated into a fine yellow dust. It hung in the air as Omlin regained the ability to move freely. Now that she was no longer under imminent threat, the Welshman could turn his focus on the other advancing skeletons he noticed through his peripheral vision.

Omlin was saying something about Orcus, the vile God of the Orcs. These things served Orcus. His rage responded to that name. The skeleton's service to that God would end here.

Owain turned in time to see everyone else had finally shaken loose whatever charm was upon them. Lady Danicea destroyed two as he began his charge and before he knew what happened, the one Omlin had named Death Lock had fallen along with the other skeletons. They died just as the one he'd slain, in a cloud of fine yellow dust that hung lazily in the room clinging to a person's skin and hair. With no more enemies to take, the battle madness flowed out of Owain like brandy from a broken cask. Omlin shouted at everyone to get out of the dust so he did. He dropped to the ground and lay prone for a moment to slow his breathing and brush the yellow film from his skin. No telling what sort of foulness was floating around in all that grave dust.

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She was halfway to the ground when Omlin's warning came. The spidery substance had resulted in a slight loss of balance and it was easier to not attempt to correct it and just go with the flow. She landed somewhat awkwardly, largely because she was trying to get something to cover her mouth with. She hastily dug some material out of one of her pouches, not entirely sure where she'd got it from, but not complaining about having it. As she lay there she was reminded about how Blaud Hill as a place was really, well, frankly screwy. Nothing around here appeared normal. Around every corner there was something that was either a danger or just plain trying to kill you. Like some evil genius was running the place and looking down on them and laughing.

She held her breath instinctively before speaking quickly. "This stuff isn't going to settle, otherwise all this crouching on the ground is going to mean nothing." she exclaimed before taking another quick but careful breath through her makeshift handkerchief. Looking across the floor she spotted her dagger. This time it had not come back. How weird is that? She shook her head and settled into a more comfortable position. "So, we all having a good time. Yes? Lovely. Wouldn't mind, like, crawling out of here, though. Lingering and waiting seems worse than just getting the hell out of here. Just mind the floors, you know. Now that everyone has come to their senses, traps abound. If you're planning to be roasted on the open flame, then step on those stones, otherwise, follow me out of here." She waved a hand in the direction of the dodgy stones and then, still taking slow breaths, did a worm-like crawl towards the door and hopefully freedom. Knowing this place, though, there would be trouble on that door. Just need to remember to check it's safe to open when I get there.


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