Re: The Adventure Continues
As the party looks about the room, with Myrrick and Weasel actively searching the fringes, the carpet of piled furs and rugs begins to tremble and shake. From the middle, a form pulls itself from the center, howling a death's call that freezes the blood. Suddenly, a noisome pall, similar to the ghasts faced earlier, but worse if it can be believed, permeates the room, leaving all of you weakened and sick to your stomachs (no penalties). It is the stench of the grave, the stench of death, the stench of despair.
A sudden, ugly laughter fills the room, a call to arms, a call to feast...perhaps both the same thing?!!!
OOC: the thing is obviously undead, though it is not a ghoul, nor is it a ghast, both of which you've seen before. Power exudes from this beast, a negative, unholy force, and in his hand is a well-wrought, mighty hammer.
pointing at the cluster of characters near the center of the room, he grins and then howls. Then he charges: Initiative: 4
Gentlefolk, please roll for initiative.