A cold sun greets you as you leave the sanctuary and Gregors behind. It is uncomfortable, but as a group, you've faced privation with stoic persistence. This day is no different.

Ulrich leads the way, followed closely by the remainder of the party in their usual formation. Myrrick follows up at the rear, alert and aware.

Marching order:
Uthecar -- Ulrich
Bruno -- Gilden
Zan -- Kullonar
Myrrick

After about an hour's march, which takes you past the first hour after midday, you come to a great tree that overlooks a flowing river. Its branches are bare. Above you, water rushes down from a steep drop into a wide basin, leaving a fine mist hanging in the air. A wide stream travels in a southeastern direction; along the river are the forgotten detritus of spring; clumps of dead flora, denuded trees...and a sickly scent that leaves your mouth dry like a bad hangover. You halt and take stock of your surroundings.

Welcome to the valley, gentlefolk. Feel free to spend time role playing.

Myrrick scans the area for anything moving unnaturally, or generally out of place. “We’ve a few hours before the sun begins to descend. It might be prudent to spend some time setting up a base camp. Explore the immediate area and prepare for a long cold night.” Despite the dangers they face, Myrrick seems content, and at peace with the situation, even if a bit at unease.

Uthecar looks to the sun and their surroundings.  "Don't you think it's a little too soon to strike for camp Myrrick?" (we're only about 1.15pm in the afternoon from the description) A trail camp won't take us long to establish and there is no guarantee it will be required again if we intend to explore."

Uthecar takes a deeper breath in.  "What would cause that sweet scent?  To me it seems more than the decay of late spring."

OOC:  The sickly scent, does it seem specific to an area, or is it all over and general without a set location?

"We don't have time for that Myrrick, Gregor will leave without us tomorrow at noon. Then we have to trust to our memories to find our way back as we'll be without our guide."

Gildan breathes in the fetid air and frowns at the scenery. The cold isn't bothersome to him but he sees the dead trees and shudders. Whatever is here is meant to be destroyed.

He agrees with Myrrick about camping sooner rather than later but doesn't push the issue when others object.

"This isn't the kind of land you should travel through in the dark."

OOC: You haven't moved far enough to determine whether it is specific to the current environs, or just a general scent that's off putting. You do note that the air seems still here, once you move away from the waterfall.

Myrrick shrugs, "It was only a suggestion, the sun will be down in a few hours. I agree we shouldn't travel much in the dark. If there are undead here, we can't see them without torches, the cold will much of our vision. If you wish to spend the entire time exploring, so be it. I will follow."

Kullonar spends several minutes watching the waterfall, enjoying the mist on his face.
He turns to find the others milling about and walks down to the water's edge. He wonders what sort of fish live in here?

Uthecar will travel for a bit to see if the scent is far reaching or specific to the area they are in.

"You may be right Myyrick, lets find a spot we can come back to when it gets dark."

“Doesn’t have to have a camp set, but we do need a rally point. With at least a means of starting a fire. Shelter can be set quickly
Enough. We can explore as much as you all feel comfortable doing. Come back to the rally point in the worst case.”

"Agreed. Pelor would be proud of your planning ahead."

Ignoring the talk, Kullonor enjoys the feel of sub-arctic ice crystals upon his face. The taste of frostbite is delectable. (Joking...kind of!).

The party convenes and discuss some ideas for their travel in the valley. As you all move a bit deeper and look around, the vale opens wide. It's almost as if you have too many options, and seem a bit frozen in place. Tempers don't really flare, but there's some simmer to your discourse. Uthecar notes that the scent has stayed with you to this point.

WHAT'S YOU GONNA DOOOOOOOO!

There is a mound? We start exploring the mound in front of us.

OOC: Where do we see that there's a mound? Is there a map of the area that I'm missing? I don't see it in the game maps thread.

There is not a mound right in front of you, actually.

You're in a vale (small valley) and mountains surround you. A waterfall greets you at the entrance to the valley. The waterfall feeds a quickly moving stream that heads southeast. You see one landmark for sure: a bridge spans the stream approximately 60' away. It appears to be in good condition.

Perhaps 300 feet off in the distance, you see a rise on this of the river. Is it a mound, or just a hillock that's part of the scenery? Hard to tell.

The walls of the vale are pockmarked and sheer - could crypts line the walls, hidden from view?

The air is a bit fetid. There is very little sound.

Party's actions.

Edit: The map as currently shown, offers very few clues. That's part of the charm - you get to fill in the details as you come across them. I offer a few clues above. Go back even further to the initial post when you first entered the vale. There is plenty for you to work on.

Just give it some thought.
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Prompted by some inner sense (thanks to The Seer), Kullonar wipes the condensation from his face and takes a measured look around the area.
"Bruno...why do you suppose the trees and foliage here are dead or dying? Is it not Spring? Should they not be budding with leaves?  And that smell? If I'm not mistaken it's the sickly, putrid scent of something rotting. Flesh perhaps?"

Kullonar begins to walk toward the bridge; perhaps it will offer some clues.
(Seer: Which way is the wind blowing?)

A couple things: Spring is a misnomer this far up in the heights. It's cold, frigidly so.

There is no wind, thus the seemingly static nature of the smell. As for the bridge, good idea. Kullonar makes his way to the bridge. It's a fairly standard structure, though no roof, but well made and kept. It's rounded, as well, so as you approach and climb atop the middle of the structure you get a bit of a view that wasn't available from ground level. In the distance you can see the hillock with a bit more clarity - it does indeed look like a mound. You also note another across the river, though it is about half the size of the other.

Is anyone else exploring the area around the entrance or the bridge?

Bruno listens to the various exchanges, but since they seem to dance about each other and they do not break out into discord he stays quiet.

In response to Kullonar's question he shrugs, "This place seems to have been cursed to me. Whatever its original holiness some power is seemingly drowning it out and replacing it with... Well, what we see.

"Let us search the area around that bridge before using it."

A closer evaluation of the bridge shows that indeed it is well crafted, with large river stones cemented together with some binding agent. You note no cracks in stone or mortar. The span itself is of treated wooden slates that hold many coats of thick paint. In other circumstances you might it to be a quaint place to picnic...except for that smell.

Uthecar is on edge.  Enough so that his axe is out and he twists it anxiously in his hands like he is waiting for an excuse to use it.  "The smell is certainly wrong.  It seems to me it is more a lure to lead us on.  Be wary.  Could this be illusion?  I am ill versed in what tricks the power of illusion can play on the senses."

Ulrich detects evil and looks all around as he heads for the bridge too.

As the party moves towards the bridge Bruno replies, "I don't know anything about illusions either, Uthecar, but this foul scent and the unseasonal conditions of this area seems like something more profound.

"Of course, that doesn't mean that there aren't illusionary traps on the bridge or elsewhere. A power that might have this influence is not something to underestimate.

"Let's stay together, and keep our eyes open, fellows!"

PM

Kullonar waits for his companions, but replies to them as they approach, "And the smell could just be a dead elk somewhere, although I do not see any carrion vultures or other scavengers. And there are two mounds it seems: one on this side of the river and a smaller one on the other.
"The bridge looks like it is new construction. What do you make of it Uthecar?"

Uthecar does approach the bridge looking at the abutment with interest.  He sees there are no cracks in the mortar the substance used to bind the rock together holding well.  He runs his hand along the painted wooden planks and moves to look under the bridge if possible, replying to Kullonar as he does so.  "I don't think new Kullonar, there are many coats of paint upon this wood, so it appears it has been well looked after by someone for some time."

As you climb the bridge and do your inspection, you note a slowly gathering flock of very large rooks that are alighting in the trees. They seem very interested in your presence and call out to you in loud caws.

Bruno notes the ravens and pauses, "They seem to be speaking to us... It just so happens, my friends, that I may actually do that with The Soul Forger's help.

"Let's see what they wish to discuss, shall we?"

OOC: It's unclear to me where the birds are related to us as we clilmb the bridge. If Bruno wants to use his Speak w/Animals spell (30' range) will he have to cross to the other side or go back from where they have begun to cross?

I guess it's rather academic, because whatever the case Bruno is approaching the ravens and when in range he will cast his spell to understand what they are saying.

Uthecar inspects the bridge as he shadows Bruno in case the spell leaves him vulnerable to attack from the ravens or elsewhere.

Ulrich follows, wary with the sense of evil about. He draws his sword.

Myrrick places a hand on his halberd, “Watch yourselves... those birds are far too large for their type. Bigger even than crows. I’d wager something unnatural is going on. I am unable to speak to them. I haven’t learned that trick yet.”

"Ravens are bigger than crows, some learn to speak common. They are the source of the evil, something else is out there as well."
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"You definitely register something evil is present Ulrich?"

"There is evil about, yes. Very low amount as far as what I feel, but that would be due to distance! Be very wary!"

In reply to Ulrich Aelgrimm (msg # 34):

OOC - edited message 32. The Ravens are evil.

Ulrich determines the rooks are evil. Bruno approaches the trees and casts speak w/ Animals and gets catcalls for his troubles. At this point, they don't seem inclined to do anything but watch and hurl occasional insults your way.

Uthecar's inspection is spot on...it well cared for bridge.

Myrrick's analysis proves spot: the birds are indeed larger than normal.

At this point the party is a bit spread out. The vale is quiet, it is cold.

Party actions, please.

"Shall we look for a way into the barrows? Or just explore the valley outside them?"

"Whilst I would prefer the barrows, we ought to quickly check above ground before we venture under it I think.  Let's keep together so we are united if anything should appear."

OOC:  Reading between the lines there could be a warning there from the DM.

Bruno asks several questions and the birds just offer the crow version of raspberries and fart sounds in response. He returns to the party, "Well, they ought to have been willing to communicate, but... Nothing. They're certainly vile things."

He glances about, "I've wasted as more time in all of this than I ought to have. Something tells me that we're best served going into the barrows and learning whatever spawned or ensorcelled these creatures."

"No matter what we do, we need to do it now. Is there a wizard in our number, or just priests?"
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"Zan, who you may have noted using the wand of magic missile earlier knows something of arcane magic, but we have no one amongst us who specializes in it.

"But as you quite correctly say, let's get moving toward the Barrow. I can't believe that whatever has perverted this place is not doing it from there."

I possess certain arcane abilities," Zan replied. "Along with my wand, of course."

30 minutes has passed. You are still near or at the bridge over the stream. You see two rounded hillocks, or perhaps mounds - you're still not sure and its a bit do distance away.

Party actions, please. I'm assuming standard marching order - let me know if anything changes.

"Will you be casting area of affects spells such as the ball of fire that we need to be wary of before charging our enemies? To get our strategy and tactics better."

Uthecar listens to the conversation, having nothing to add himself.  He is itching to get going and will lead off as soon as the others are ready.  It is pretty obvious his sole ability was the use of the axe.

Kullonar listens too and then makes a decision.
"The mound on this side of the river is closer...so let's head that way and do some investigating. Uthecar, lead the way my friend."

Kullonar hangs back and will gladly keep up the rear guard.

Bruno takes his place in the order keeping his eyes and ears open, so that he hears Ulrich and Zan's exchange as well as whatever might occur around them.

"My skills are not not that advanced just yet, but someday soon."

"I could use some missles to help flush them out. "

Ulrich gets in second place, detecting evil as he goes.

Uthecar and Ulrich lead the way. The Paladin notes a steady, small signal of evil that pervades the 60' range of his ability. You all take stock of distances - Myrrick's best guess is the mound is almost three hundred feet away to its base.

It is a slow march; the dwarfs are good at a distance, but hardly fleet afoot. Still, as inexorable as the tides, you work your way to the base of the mound. (Add another 15 minutes to time spent exploring).

Once you reach your destination, you take stock of what you see: pallid flowers ring the base of a mound that rises some 20' to it's top. The peak looks bare - there is no scrub or foliage to mar the landscape. There's a sense about it that it's man-made. From where you stand, you don't see much other than what's already been described.
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"Let us go around it and look it over. I'd guess the big mound would be the target, but it is hard to tell. There is evil everywhere!"

Bruno takes in the area, "Yes... To be honest your holy perception of evil only confirms what the rest of us might easily assume."

Pointing to his left, "Let us circle the mound in this direction and see if we can't discover an enterance."

"Sounds good to me. The entrance may be on top too." He follows the direction Bruno pointed out, continuing to detect evil absently.

The party moves along the base of the mound until you guess that you're directly opposite from where you were. Specifically, you're on the southern face of the mound. Not a lot distinguishes this side from the last, but you do note what looks to be a small tunnel partially obscured by flowers and tufts of dead grass.

It could be a fox den, or even a small bear's den; initial inspection from the outside doesn't offer much in the way of clues.

Thus far, you've spent just shy of an hour exploring. It is not quite Two Turns of the Clock in the afternoon, as Frutzii say.

Party actions?

"It looks like some sort of opening...", Bruno says pointing.

He begins moving towrds it, "Let's see if it is anything useful."

Uthecar scans for any scat, broken branches, boot or animal prints around the opening as he moves forward, axe out and ready in case something rushes out.

A couple points: the ever present miasma is still present.

You find the tunnel to be very narrow, about 3' wide, making the shields and larger weapons (such as longswords and Battle axes and halberds) impossible to wield. Missile weapons will not work in such close quarters. Handaxes, daggers, short swords are all in play as stabbing or slashing weapons. Not that I'm preparing for an encounter or anything...

And the narrowness of the tunnel will slow you down.

(is narrowness even a word???!)

In all seriousness, I am interested in seeing how the choices you guys make plays out. Good luck, and may the gods lend aid to your endeavor.

I posted at the same time as Uthecar:

No scat or prints that you can tell. Recall that the mound is man made, though perhaps in the past a local bear or wolves may have occupied the tunnel. As of now, though, you see no signs of any animals.

Uthecar straps his axe to his back, pulling 2 daggers from the bandolier across his chest.  "This is real adventuring," he comments as he ducks his head under the entrance and leads forward.

Magic Missles should still work.

After Uthecar, Bruno and Gilden go, Ulrich crawls in detecting evil as he goes.

Kullonar pauses at the entrance.
"Are we sure this is the best course of action? I could stay outside and wait for you..."

When Kullonar pauses and speaks Bruno is taken aback, "Why would waiting out here alone be better than coming in here with us to investigate?"

This is the first time he has ever seen Kullonar hesitate, "After all that we have been through together, my friend, I find your... Well, I find your hesitation odd."

Myrrick stows his halberd, "Bruno, I think his hesitation is not necessarily hesitation. The tunnel is small, we'll be crawling single file into whatever is down there. Perhaps we check the entrance briefly, maybe there's another way in? I can enter the tunnel last, after examining the rest of the mound, see if there's another way inside."

For the record, Uthecar is already in the tunnel, with Ulrich and Bruno having declared actions to that effect. Time for talk is over for those folks...they are moving slowly down tunnel.

Kullonar mutters something that is quite unlike him, and with a heavy sigh, he moves into the tunnel.

ooc: Okay so, before we move forward, I want you to know that I am DMing as if this is a tournament. So things like me asking if you have light source won't happen anymore. You cannot assume - I will penalize you for shoddy play. By the same token, I will reward you for outstanding play. So it does even out. Final instance of me being nice: do you have a light source, or are you relying on infravision (keeping in mind that the paladin does not have that skill).

OOC - I don't have a light source, I forgot about it :-(  I have a hooded lantern but never lit it.
 I light my lantern.

Uthecar leads the way, followed by Bruno, then Gildan, then Ulrich, who lights his lantern on the go. Kullonar, Zan and Myrrick bring up the rear. The ever present smell is still with you as you enter the mound. It is a slow slog, dark, on hands and knees. Fortunately, its a fairly straight shot. Entering what appears to be a small antechamber, Uthecar stands and looks around.

Suddenly you feel the earth about you crumbling. The noisome smell grows, enough that some of you feel the need to retch, an effect made worse when you see a roiling mass of what looks like giant wasp larvae tumbling from the dirt around you! Of particular note are the angry faces affixed to the top of each of them. It is...disconcerting. From somewhere deeper into the mound, you hear the baying of hounds.

Everyone roll saving throws vs poison (disease).

The creepy critters have a surprise round. I'm headed out the door, expect to be back in an hour or so. I will roll the surprise round when I get back.
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12:13, Today: Ulrich Aelgrimm rolled 9 using 1d20+2.  save vx. poison. I'm immune to disease though. Normally.

Seeing their predicament, Kullonar frees his morningstar, while trying not to retch.

12:18, Today: Kullonar rolled 17 using 1d20+1.  Save vs. Poison (9).

OOC: Storyteller, you've switched Bruno and Gilden in the marching order:

Uthecar
Bruno
Gilden
Ulrich
Zan
Kullonar
Myrrick


12:50, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 10 using 1d20+5.  Save vs. Poison.


Bruno was intending to rely upon his infravision until they reached a point at which brighter light was needed, but then remembers that Ulrich is human. When the earth begins to shake and the weird wasp creatures and sound of baying hounds occurs he feels suddenly overwhelmed by it all.

Daggers ready Uthecar stands to face the new challenge.  He wanted to reach for his axe but considered it a bad idea considering the close surrounds.  He swallowed his bile standing ready until he could determine what sort of threat the worm faces might become.

OOC - I am still detecting evil and they are correct?

As the creatures swarm to attack, Ulrich notes that they are completely and irrevocably evil.

Five of them came from the right side, four more from the left. They spilled into the small entry, making the place even more cramped than it already was. The things smell vile as they gird to attack.

Two each attack Kullonar and Myrrick: Kullonar bites back on his dismay at these foes and parries and dances somehow away from his tormentors.

Myrrick isn't so lucky: the two that attacked him caused him significant damage (8 points of damage total)

Bruno's chain byrnie is enough to keep the larva at bay. Same with Uthecar, who is a walking tank. Gildan also is fortunate, just barely, as is Zan. And Ulrich, who detected the presence of evil, was able to slip away from the terror unscathed.

First round starts now: Roll initiative, please, along with your attacks. And thanks for playing.

OOC:
19:56, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 6 using 1d6+1.  Initiative.

Activate Gift of The Soul Forger -- +1 To Hit and +1 Saves for everyone within range (the only good thing about a cramped battle space)

In dwarven Bruno calls on the Soul Forger for his blessing against these vile foes.

Kullonar bares his teeth against the vile creatures attacking him and lashes out with his morningstar.

22:15, Today: Kullonar rolled 20,8 using 1d20+2,2d4+1.  Morningstar attack.
22:15, Today: Kullonar rolled 5 using 1d6.  Initiative.

Myrrick, unable to use his halberd at all in the cramped quarters, in fact thankful that he hasn't gotten snagged on anything, begins swatting wildly at the larvae attacking him.


22:20, Today: Myrrick rolled 12 using 1d20.  please hit.

OOC: initiative first, then combat rolls. Thanks!

OOC:
12:00, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 2 using 1d20.  Save vs poison. I don't recall but I think you need to roll higher, right? If so, Gildan's poisoned.

Gildan will fire two arrows, both at one of the larvae.

OOC: 12:03, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 5 using 1d6+2.  Damage 2.
12:03, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 8 using 1d6+2.  Damage 1.
12:03, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 23 using 1d20+6.  Bow attack 2.
12:03, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 24 using 1d20+6.  Bow attack 1.

OOC: You don't have enough room to manuever the long bow or a long sword. The space is cramped. I don't seem a dagger on your list. You can try punch the thing
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Uthecar Hornskin II rolled 5 using 1d6.  Initiative.

Uthecar surges forward to meet the fowl worms with human heads, not knowing what the abominations are but deciding they needed to be dead quickly.  With a snarl he pushes into them kicking, punching and slicing in a whirlwind of marginally controlled fury.


06:46, Today: Uthecar Hornskin II rolled 17,5 using 1d20+2,1d20+4.  to hit with 2 daggers.
06:47, Today: Uthecar Hornskin II rolled 8 using 1d4+7.  Damage.

Given his dexterity Uthecar is at -2/-4 to hit when fighting with 2 weapons so those to hit rolls should be 17 and 1.

14:56, Today: Ulrich Aelgrimm rolled 4 using 1d6+1.  initiative.

Round One Commences:

Initiative Order:

Bruno: 6
Kullonar & Uthecar 5
Myrrick, Zan, Ulrich 4
Gildan: 2
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The larva things keep pressing their attack as Bruno calls down the gift of the Soul Forger: +1 to Hit & Saving throws. Kullonar takes a pounding from the two larva things (6 points damage from two strikes). The two Larva things attacking Myrrick are having a field day: another 7 pts Damage to the Ranger, totaling 15 hit points of damage thus far. One of the larva things narrowly misses Bruno. The assailant attacking Uthecar wasn't close. Gildan deftly dodged his attacker. Zan and Ulrich also evade any harm.

Larva have taken their turn so the rest of the party counter attacks: Kullonar bares his tusks in a rictus smile reminiscent of a death's head: With a mighty effort, his morning star crushes the larva thing into mush. The effluvia splatters, creating an unwholesome miasma that, with nowhere to go, lingers.

Uthecar follows Kullonar's example: with his dagger in hand, the dwarven warrior also destroys one of the larva. The smell is nearly enough to overcome you.

Myrrick is wobbling on his feet. Still game though, he tries to give the the critter in front of him a good clout to it's creepy face. Unfortunately, he's off a bit, flailing wide of his mark.

Zan pops off two magic missiles, causing 8 points of damage to the bad guy. He also goes splat!

Ulrich gets a bit off balance in the cramped confines, and he misses badly.

Gildan, realizing he's not going to be effective in these close quarters, hang's back a bit hoping that an opportunity will open up for him to loose an arrow or two.
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Synopsis: Myrrick and Kullonar have sustained wounds. Kullonar, Uthecar and Zan have combined to kill 3 of the larvae things. Myrrick and Gildan are unable to use the weapons they are currently carrying due to space limitations; unfortunatly, neither have daggers in their kit.

I'm not picking on any body, by the way. We've all had those 'doh!' moments. But there is lesson there - first opportunity, you guys need to get weapons that are effective in close quarters.
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As you guys gain some momentum, a ghostly baying cries out. The Hounds are on the hunt!

Grimacing in pain, Kullonar cries out, "By the Cudgel ye shall not win this day!"
He whacks at another of the larvae with his morningstar.
16:03, Today: Kullonar rolled 18,5 using 1d20+2,2d4+1.  Morningstar attack.

Awash in the braying of the hounds and the vile stench of the horrific Bruno thrusts his short sword into the horrificly swarming larva.


18:10, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 19 using 1d20+6.  Short Sword Attack.
18:10, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 12 using 1d6+7. [Damage]

"Blessed be Pelor!

08:04, Today: Ulrich Aelgrimm rolled 4 using 1d8+2.  damage.

08:04, Today: Ulrich Aelgrimm rolled 3 using 1d20+2.  to hit.

Fumbled, he lost his grip on his sword!

Losing his grip on one of his dagger Uthecar doesn't stop to pick it up, he simply pulls another from his bandolier as he continues the slash, stomp and kill.

I'm not sure if this would overcome the fumble roll Seer, but it seemed plausible, and might be a method of overcoming the 1 in this case.  If not then forget the 2nd to hit roll which was only a 5 anyway and going to miss, but Uthecar also scored a natural 20 on the first dagger to hit role this time.  I'll let you do the additional damage roll, because it's probably only double weapon damage as opposed to double exceptional strength damage as well.

Uthecar Hornskin II rolled 22 to hit (and 5 to hit if the 2nd attack is allowed).  He scores 11 damage (4 from the weapon and 7 for strength bonus)

Myrrick, beyond frustrated at this point, and knowing he can't well stop anyway, swings again at the strange creature in front of him.


09:34, Today: Myrrick rolled 15 using 1d20.  hit.

Round 2

Initiative Order:

Bruno: 6
Kullonar & Uthecar 5
Myrrick, Zan, Ulrich 4
Gildan: 2


Two ghastly hounds, desiccated, skin taut over bones, make their appearance!

Bruno, with alacrity and good aim, notes one of the larvae forms approaching - his sword is mightier than the abomination - larva goes 'splat!'

Larva take their turn: There are five left.

Kullonar's last remaining bogey misses him by a wide margin.
By the same token, Myrrick catches a break on the first of the two larva tormenting him: Miss! Unfortunately, the second larva hits for three damage: he's now down a total of 18 points of damage. He is staggering. Ulrich finds himself in front of one of the abominations: It hits for 3 points of damage...a mere scratch! The last one misses Uthecar by a wide margin.

Kullonar retaliates: A massive blow with his morning star is brutally efficient: 5 points of damage is enough to send the larva back to whatever dark realm it belongs to. Cuthbert's scion grunts in satisfaction!

Uthecar follows Kullonar's effort with a bit of a show: His first hit is right on the mark and deadly. The nearest larva goes splat! Unfortunately, the second attempt slips from his grip and skitters across the packed dirt.

Myrrick, bloody, staggering, covered in gore, launches a powerful punch into the thing's face. It is a game effort that causes 2 points damage. Behind him, however, Zan fires off two more magic missiles: the combined effort is enough to drop the final larva.

During the fray, Ulrich drops his sword! And Gildan is still near the back, his compatriots in front of him, blocking his aim.

The abominations are dead...but two hounds rush forward to attack! Bruno and Uthecar at the front - since this is the same round, the dogs get the attack on their initiative.

Hound one attacks and hits Bruno: 4 points of damage.
Hound two attacks Uthecar and hits for 6 points of damage.
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OOC: For the record: I can't remember a time that the dice roller was so good. Usually it is hit or miss.
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Ulrich retrieves his sword and wipes the gore from the handle that caused it to slip from his grip.

OOC - let me know when to attack.
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You lose one round, then you're back in the fray.

In reply to The Seer (msg # 91):

Bruno revels in his strike against the larva, but notes Myrrick's situation and his first thought is that he needs to get to his comrade; however, as he is beginning to turn and do so he finds himself blindsided by one of the awful howling hounds.

He recovers from the vicious creature's bite, but as he thrusts his blade at the thing he feels as if something is off in his strike...


OOC:


10:23, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 8 using 1d20+6.  Short Sword Attack.

I'm guessing that an 8 is a miss, so I'm not bothering to roll damage.

Ulrich, when he can, will lay hands on Myrrick (his turn).

Ignoring the dagger that springs from his grasp due to his poorly executed thrust, Uthecar pulls another from the bandolier across his chest without taking his eyes off his oncoming opponent.  As the hound closes he stands ready with two blades, moving forward to meet the charge.  "Come to Uthecar puppy," he encourages it with murderous intent.


For when it is Uthecar's turn to attack.

Uthecar Hornskin II rolled 13 to hit (AC5) and 9 to hit (AC9)
Uthecar Hornskin II rolled 9 damage in case AC5 is a hit.  I won't worry about damage on the 2nd attack which looks wide.

"Get away from him, hound from hell!" Kullonar growls, bringing his morningstar down on the back of the hound closest to him.
19:03, Today: Kullonar rolled 15,7 using 1d20+2,2d4+1.  Morningstar attack vs hound.

Myrrick, badly wounded now, staggers back from combat briefly, trying to steady himself.

Round 3:

The party notes the dead larva are still playing a role: the dirt floor is quickly becoming a quagmire of guts! The stench is terrible! Maybe that's what threw Bruno's aim off as he slashed at the hound.

Kullonar moves up now in support of Bruno's flank. He short arms his swing, almost brains the other priest, but manages to get a hit in on the undead pup.

Uthecar follows with a hit of his own, using the dagger to good effect. On his second try, however, he drops his blade.

Myrrick retreats, muttering something about 'Live to fight another day.'

Ulrich unceremoniously drops his sword, then digs in the guts and gore left by the larva to pick it up again.

Zan, smoother than Cool Hand Luke - great movie, btw - fires off two more magic missiles at the dog nearest him - the bones collapse as the evil energy is snuffed from the pup.

Gildan notes Myrrick's attempts at retreat. The way he is staggering, he appears to be in terrible shape. Of course, with the number of allies in the space before him, Gildan doesn't have many options. As good an archer as he is, if he misses...

The final dog standing tries to take a chunk out of Kullonar's flank, but it only snaps at empty air.

You all have survived the third round. Congratulations. Now comes the hard part.
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"I'm coming Myrrick, I'll make it in a bit! Hang on!"
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Round 4

From the depths of the tomb, from whence the dogs came, a primal cry calls out that sends shivers down your collective spines. Swimming in and out of the walls is death incarnate. You all feel suddenly cold at the approach. As the thing comes to a stop, you note a peculiar resemblance to a great bear.

Then all hell breaks loose.

Initiative Order:

Bruno: 6
Kullonar & Uthecar 5
Myrrick, Zan, Ulrich 4
Gildan: 2


A new enemy falls upon the party, announcing himself with a piercing shriek...and comes face to face with Bruno Runethane. The latter stands tall: "Come cursed one, The Soul Forger has sent me to be your final sweet, sweet bee's wax!"(hits for 11 pts of damage).

The enemy is not so fortunate: Miss.

After Bruno, Uthecar slips and slides in the gore on the floor of the barrow. Kullonar pauses a moment to take stock, then he pulls out the Cudgel's holy symbol and tries to turn the monstrosity, only to meet dark laughter at his feeble attempt (rolled a 6 - fail).

Myrrick staggers to the back of the tunnel, followed closely by Ulrich, who lays hands on the ranger.

Zan misses both shots, nearly hits the triumphant Bruno Beeswax with one of the stray arrows...the other gets stuck in the dirt.

The hound snaps at Bruno again, to much less effect: miss.

Gildan nocks an arrow but with so many companions in front of him, he's cautious, especially after seeing Zan's effort.

As the round comes to an end, the wraith melds into the walls around you...
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Uthecar rises to the new challenge as he feels the chill moving up his spine.  He is reminded when going through hell, you have to keep going, which he does as he pushes forward slashing at any foe still standing before him.

OOC:  Gee I watched Cool Hand Luke what seems like a life-time ago and it was a rerun then.  Still remember parts where he was a pretty cool dude.

05:34, Today: Uthecar Hornskin II rolled 5 to hit.

OOC What we have here, . . . is a failure to communicate! as Strother Martin said.

Despite the hellish chill, stench and new ursoid creature's presense, Bruno notes Myrrick's condition and sees the Paladin of Pelor move to assist him.

In hopes that he might help ensure that occurs he takes a deep breath and shouts at the new ursoid foulness and the remaining vile hound he shouts and charges behind the Elemental Shield of Moradin with his short sword thrusting at whichever creature is nearest, "Come cursed one, The Soul Forger has sent me to be your final sweet, sweet bee's wax!"

OOC: Here's a time when the Command spell would be useful... If I can make it to the evil bear that's the target. If not, then I guess the words are wasted, but the evil hound will be the target:

17:11, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 11 using 1d6+7.  Short Sword Damage.

17:11, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 20 using 1d20+6.  Short Sword Attack. *NOT A NATURAL 20, ALAS, BUT AT LEAST IT'S A HIT.

Myrrick readies himself, best he can, for any further attacks. He’s backed against the wall, his friends fighting some new horrible foe and he’s just in the back bleeding. “Hurry. I can’t fight in this condition.”

OOC: Is there space for Gildan to drop his bow, pull his longsword and engage in melee?

Zan will fire off two arrows at the bear.

(OOC: provided he has a clean line of sight)


10:43, Today: Zan rolled 14,4,16,4 using d20+4,1d6,d20+4,1d6.  arrows.

Gildan, in fear of hitting his companions, doesn't step in right away. He does keep an arrow nocked should he see an opportunity to safely take a shot.

Round 5:

Initiative Order:

Bruno: 6
Kullonar & Uthecar 5
Myrrick, Zan, Ulrich 4
Gildan: 2


This is why I love D&D: one good smack and a bunch of folks floundering in the muck.
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Simultaneously, Bruno swings as the wraith darts into the wall. Unfortunately, the tough dwarf misses.

Uthecar looks around; though the wraith is gone, the dog remains close: the dwarf hits once for 9 points damage.

With the wraith out of the picture, Kullonar, in the middle, pushes toward the dog. Drawing near, he swings...and misses.

Zan Fires off two magic missiles that unerringly strike the Wraith. The undead abomination wails in fury.

Ulrich lays hands on Myrrick: suddenly the wraith appears behind the ranger and reaches out. With no warning, Ulrich grabs Myrrick in an embrace and pulls him close: The menace missed!

The dog however, has better luck than its master: Natty 20!. With two targets to choose, it goes for the nearest one: Uthecar is greeted rudely, takes 8 points of damage! The beast howls triumphant!

Last but not least, Gildan has a shot to hit the wraith from the back. The undead hunter draws, aims and looses one arrow! It is a worthy shot, missing both the wraith and Ulrich and Myrrick by but a hand's breadth. The arrow gets stuck in the dirt wall beside them.
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OOC: Just for clarification... The thing that first appeared to be a bear is a wraith?

Or is there an additional opponant beyond the hound and the wraith?

11:06, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 11 using 1d20+6.  Short Sword Attack.

11:07, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 9 using 1d6+7.  Short Sword Damage.

Bruno is pressed and in turn presses his own attack thrusting again at the wraith.

Uthecar continues to strike about with the daggers, jabbing and slicing wherever he can.

14:36, Today: Uthecar Hornskin II rolled 15 (AC3) and 10 (AC8)
14:36, Today: Uthecar Hornskin II rolled 9 and 11 hp damage.

Unable to find enough room to attack, Kullonar backs into one of his companions as he swings, and completely misses his intended target.
08:42, Today: Kullonar rolled 9,9 using 1d20+2,2d4+1.  Morningstar attack.

Ulrich reaches out and lays hands on Myrrick for 8 points!

Zan doesn't mess around this time. He lines up two magic missiles and launches them at the wraith, scoring 7 points of damage.

Myrrick looks to move away from the wraith, this is NOT going well, is all he can manage to think. His halberd useless in these quarters, he makes a mental note to get a short sword or some daggers at the next available opportunity... assuming there is one.

Round 6:

Initiative Order:

Bruno: 6
Kullonar & Uthecar 5
Myrrick, Zan, Ulrich 4
Gildan: 2


A bit of clean up and organization so that you guys have a clearer picture of where you are and where your opponent is.

The Wraith is behind the party: he just attacked Myrrick and based upon Myrrick's response, it sounds like the wraith hit (with all that implies). Bruno is on initiative. Bruno, Kullonar and Uthecar are all toward the front of the area (Kullonar had moved closer to the front after taking some wounds early in melee).

Gildan, Ulrich & Zan are toward the back. This does not preclude those in the front from rushing to the back, but anyone who does will have to make a dexterity check as they wind there way through the other players as well as staying steady through the slippery muck.

GAme mechanics aside, and forgetting the 3' tunnel that went for 20' to get you here, the space is 7' at it's highest, and shaped like an egg and is between 12' & 15'

So that's 7 players, two dead dogs, and nine larva taking up this space.


And by the way, my apologies last night. I had a post ready, but got a Gateway Timeout Error that deleted my post, then, to add insult to injury, I couldn't get back onto Rpol's site.

Bruno is up.
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Uthecar continues the butchery with his daggers.


10:21, Today: Uthecar Hornskin II rolled 21 and 15 to hit (AC -8 and AC 3) for 8 and 10hp of damage.

A loud scream from the back of the chamber is followed by a triumphant wail, presaging a great doom that hangs over the entire party.

Uthecar replies to the scream with his own mighty battle cry as he begins to get worked up, feeding off the noise.

"Fear not, a Paladin of Pelor is here! Turn vile wraith run before the light of Pelor!" Ulrich crawls back toward battle holding his dagger, knowing he can't possibly turn it!
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Spurred on by Ulrich spirited words, Uthecar casts his daggers aside and pulls forth his axe.  His chests heaves with his breathing like that of a cornered feral animal about to give its last gasp.  He might not be able to swing his axe properly, but he kept the blade slick and he had the strength to force it sideways down the dark creatures throat.

Apologies it looks like I've got carried away after reading the OOC thread.  This looks like Uthecar's 2nd attack before anyone else has done anything.  I'll hold off until you say I should roll again Seer.  Today: Uthecar Hornskin II rolled 20 to hit and 15hp damage.

Ulrich decides he can stab with his magic blade even if he can't swing it right. He slide his dagger back into its scabbard and pulls his sword!

He continues to crawl forward to attack the wraith, knowing he can't turn it!

OOC - let me know when I can stab him!

Bruno's frustration at missing the bear wraith is as palpable as the stench and horror that resounds around them. When it disappears, but then reappears at the other end of the room he realizes that they have an opportunity here that they have not had before in this fight.

The opportunity to retreat from this place and heal wounds seems delayed, however, when Uthecar and Ulrich move forward to attack. At the same time, the distance between the party and the wraith is such that they may well have an unexpected advantage.

As a means to exploit that he moves back and hands flasks to Gildan, Myrrick,  and Zan, "Perhaps some holy water will cleanse that creature's stench!"

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Gildan is still hanging back. His bow is dropped beside him in easy reach so he grab and shoot as soon as possible and his longsword is in his hand.

Bruno passes out vials of potion to those near him, a wise move, tactically sound.

Following that up, however, Uthecar charges straight for the back of the space like a pinball wizard, bouncing off a couple of party members in the process. When he gets to where he was aiming for, he uses a two hand grip with his battle axe and scores a hit on the wraith (Natty 20). It's not pretty, but it is effective, causing enough damage to kill the wraith. A cold, despairing wail is the final note of that dread spirit's unlife.

A sudden silence falls on the party, preternatural and quite spooky...but nothing else jumps out at them. Its strange to think that the combat took mere minutes...it felt hours. Bruno, still near the front, notes a passage that goes deeper into the mound.

Party actions.
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ooc: Well played. I thought for a minute there that you guys were in trouble. As good as the dice rolled with the larva, they didn't do the wraith any favors. I rolled 4x with one hit. But that's how the cookie crumbles. And that's okay: as DM, all I want is some suspense and doubt about the outcome. I got all that in spades...and pretty happy how this combat resolved.  Also, a final thought before we move on: confusion is at the heart of the fog of war. Part of this encounter was to get you ready for the rest of this first chapter of this series of modules. Congrats on a solid victory. There's some trinkets waiting for you! All of you earned it.

Panting heavily and sweating profusely, Kullonar just wants to get out of this unholy hole. But first comes the duty to his companions.
"Who is wounded? We need to clean and treat your wounds for infection. Bruno and I can administer divine healing as well."

Fully enraged Uthecar continues to hack at whatever remains of the wraith until it is merely chunks of meat or completely gone.  He calms down after a minute or so or chopping, like he is coming out of a daze breathing heavy ragged breaths.

OOC: I think everyone has taken some sort of wound, so Seer, does it make sense if Kullonar and I simply heal as we may and you let us know how many spells we've cast or something like that?

When the vile creature is finally sawn away by a berzerking Uthecar Bruno gives his friend a look of concern and nodding in Uthecar's direction says to Kullonar, "You help these fellows and I'll check on him once he has stopped trying to dig a trench in the floor."

Looking around at the party, "It looks like there is a passage over there for us to investigate next."

Once Uthecar has worn himself into hazed state he moves forward, "Stand down, soldier. Well fought! Seems to me that your efforts here merit Moradin's favor."

OOC:

For clarification's sake, wraiths are incorporeal. They don't have a body. They are beings that primarily exist in the Negative Material Plane. Uthedar was able to kill it because he used the edge of his magic axe; the magic it what actually killed the wraith.

FYI.

Damage totals:

Bruno -4
Ulrich -3
Uthecar -14
Kullonar -13
Myrrick -15

Both Zan and Gildan took no damage.

In terms of game time: It's about 215pm. Those nearest the front (Bruno and Kullonar) notice that there is an additional space not noticed during the pitched battle they just fought.

OOC: So... I guess we'll focus the spells on Uthecar, Kullonar and Myrrick.

Does anyone have a Potion of Health they're going to use or are we going to be doing this just with Cure Light Wounds?

If so, I guess 2 spells per person? Which means 3 each of us (me and Kullonar)?

I think we want to be as healthy as possible moving forward.

There were four potions of healing that were distributed among the party. I don't recall how they were distributed, I just know that they were.

Looking back through my notes:

Looks like the tanks got the four potions: Uthecar, Ulrich, Myrrick and Gildan.
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Myrrick, miserably wounded will, drink his potion and happily accept any healing the priests and holy warriors can offer.

"I am going back to the camp soon, or at least leaving this area. Darkness will be here soon and I am not well, after this fight. Not well at all."

"We should all head back to the camp site soon and rest." Ulrich says to the group.

Bruno moves to Uthecar and begins casting a spell clutching his holy symbol  of Moradin in one hand and asking for the Soul Forger's healing in dwarven.

Between spells he speaks,"Gregors gave us 24 hours. How many of them have passed? I think more than 6...

"We know that there is an opening over there... We can take 8 hours to rest and regain used spells and that will be helpful; however, if whatever we are dealing with is some sort of organized undead effort its leadership will know we were here and make ready for our return if not simply follow us out and attack our camp.

"Once we're healed up a bit more, maybe we should push on and see what is through that passage before we decide next steps? Let us see about tending to our wounds and then I shall ask the Soul Forger if he has advice for our next move... I would like to hear your suggestions of what question I might ask Him in my Augury."

OOC: CLW cast twice: 10 of Uthicar's lost HP are healed.

Having cast twice upon the Paladin Bruno moves to where Kullonar stands with Myrrick and casts once again upon his fellow cleric.

OOC: CLW cast once: 3 of Kullonar's lost HP are healed. I'll cast another depending upoon how your casts go, Kullonar.

Once we done what healing we can I will use Moradin's Gift of Foresight, but am holding off formulating the actual question.

ALSO, Seer, may we drop a 2nd level spell to cast a CLW or is the exchange based on level, so 1st level spells may be dropped to take CLWs, 4th for CSWs, etc?
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In reply to Bruno Rhunthane (msg # 136):

OOC - I was only down 3.

"Yes, we should push on I guess, Gregor will only wait a short time."
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In reply to Ulrich Aelgrimm (msg # 137):

OOC: Doh! Sorry, I confused my Us...

I've edited the post and the 2 spells (10 points healed) were cast upon Uthecar.

Myrrick sighed, "Tell me then, were any of you touched by the wrait, did you feel it pulling your life force from you? No... I didn't think so. I warned about rushing into this rabbit hole originally, seeking only a few moments to search for another, more accessible entrance. This halberd is useless here, and more of a hinderance moving. This is why I asked for a moment to seek other entrances to this warren. Now you wish to delve deeper into a dungeon as night fast approaches, when no doubt the undead will be stronger."

Just to clarify: time right now is about 215pm in the afternoon. You'll start losing light in about two hours (if you stay that long). That's just FYI.

In reply to Myrrick (msg # 139):

Bruno pauses, "Aye, Myrrick. The creature tried, but I was lucky and did not feel its touch.

"My point is that we ought to at least ascertain given the short amount of time we have whether or not that passage does lead deeper and whether or not there is more time to be spent in this place."

Turning to Gildan and Zan, "You're both stealthy. Would you please investigate that passage while Kullonar and I finish tending as we may? Stay within voice range so that we may come to your aid if necessary -- the purpose is to simply ascertain what is beyond the opening."

"And me? What am I, A hot Pastrami sandwich?"

Gildan and Zan, and Ulrich if he wishes, make their way deeper into the heart of the mound. The first thing you note: it is even smaller than the main chamber, spanning about 8'x 8'. It is small enough that Ulrich holds the lantern from the entrance, rather than entering - his size is enough that it would become problematic if all three were in there at the same time.

Gildan and Zan start taking inventory: The first thing that stands out is the 'snarling bear' motif that colors the crypt, even given the decay in much of the room. Then, beneath the lantern's light, you start to notice some shimmering.

Treasure:
6 ceremomial long swords of masterwork quality still in good repair. Value: 300g each
Each sword has a matching scabbard bedecked with silver filigree and small bloodstones: value: 55g per scabbard.

6 masterwork ceremonial shields, again with the bear motif: value 150g each
3 drinking horns: mother of pearl & gold filigree: 125g each
8 stoppered crock pots: value?

A wooden harp that's fallen to decay but with 7 chalcedony embedded in the wood: value: 50g per gem.

A large cloak made of bear fur that's managed to remain untouched by time: value?

A gold torq inscribed with runes ostensibly in the Land of Song's local dialect. Value: 250 gold

One pristine large metal shield. Value:?
One pristine Short Spear with a flame inscribed at the base of the haft along with two runes: again, ostensibly in the Land of Song's local dialect: Value?

We can't rob the barrows we agreed I thought?

11:32, Today: Kullonar rolled 2 using 1d8+1.  CLW .
11:32, Today: Kullonar rolled 8 using 1d8+1.  CLW .
11:32, Today: Kullonar rolled 4 using 1d8+1.  CLW .

After dispensing divine healing, Kullonar thanks his brother in faith and waits for the others to bring out the treasures.
He takes a particular interest in one of the drinking horns as a souvenir.

As per his usual, the Half-Orc stands back and lets the others have at the treasures. The way of the Cudgel is not one of extravagance, so he waits.

In reply to Ulrich Aelgrimm (msg # 144):

OOC: I think this is a good question.

Seer, Gregor's warning was that we'll be rewarded for our efforts, so we should not 'rob' the barrows.

What we have experienced suggests that either this is a place that we evil from the beginning and these goods were placed to support the vile power we fought.

OR that this was a good man buried, whose soul was perverted after his burial.

If it's the latter I'd say that we've agreed not to loot this, but if it's the former, I'd say we earned it for clearing out a point of festering evil in the valley.

[Does it seem since the end of the battle that any of the oppressive vileness we sensed, felt, smelt, etc. has been reduced?]

Ulrich detects evil. "I made a promise NOT to rob the dead."
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This is a great philosophical question and one that you're all going to face for the entirety of this series of modules. All I can tell you is to use your best judgement. In this, I am merely a bystander, but I would suggest that all of you stick to your characters mores & values to make your decisions.

One suggestion: head back to the safe area and Gregors. I am certain he'll have an opinion on the matter. Whether or not you listen is up to you.

"I'll not stop you from doing what you will, but I'll have no part of it nor will I touch it. I'll carry none of it either."

Uthecar looks over the stuff with little interest.  "I have no interest in any of this."

OOC:  Potentially he's lucky there is no weapon suited to his desires here, but he's not into robbing the dead as they promised.   

In reply to The Seer (msg # 148):

)OOC:
I'm not meaning to ask to make moral decisions for us, so thanks for what you offer. That said, you didn't actually answer part of my question:

That is, from what we can tell does what we find in the barrow decorated as if those who made it have evil morality (i.e., evil alignent)? Or does it appear as if this is simply an ancient burial site that was corrupted at some point like the land above?

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Many of the tombs will have an evil aura. Some will not. I will say this: all the deceased that were brought here to their final rest were either good or neutral in alignment when they were living. So, your question is prescient: yes, many of the sites have been corrupted.

Bruno looks over the the goods and his eyes are really only drawn to the items, still...

He nods, "Yes... We agreed not to 'loot' these places... To my mind anything taken from something that attacks us is fair game. If that 'bear-wraith' was the spirit of the warrior or tribe laid to rest here, it seems to me that his poor soul was perverted by whatever placed or enabled those foul maggots and hounds to be summoned or grown or whatever...

"I would not dishonor those souls further by taking their burial goods, myself."

He looks around at the party, "That said, each of you will have to make your own decision and face the Jarl for your actions.

"By the same token, if Gregors informs us that we are interpreting his words too strictly, then I would not attempt to insert myself into the division of spoils anyone takes out of here."

OOC: next time I memorize Detect Magic!

Are any of you taking some of the loot?

Gildan will grab one of the fine-looking swords and look it over. "This is a fine-looking sword. I bet the right craftsman or a mage could make it even more powerful."

He looks back to the group, "I agree. Taking from the corpses of those who attack us is no ill deed. These were left here to aid us in our quest. I can feel it. I'm taking one."

OOC: The Sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariner's hollo!

And I had done a hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!

You can hang the longsword about my neck if I've invited ill omen.

Ulrich turned his back on Gildan, refusing to even look at him. He hung his head in shame.

And then there was one. Well done on the poem - I liked it...

Gildan: there is no punishment for following your own rede. However, you also get no benefit for the generosity shown by your peers. Same goes to anyone else who grabs some loot.

OOC - not at all, I'm a stick up the ass paladin ;-)

Seeing the rest of his companions leaving the treasures (except for Gildan), Kullonar sighs and returns the drinking horn.
"Shame to leave all of this," he mumbles as he leaves the tomb.

OOC - Take it if you want to. I want one too ;-)

A friendly reminder: You guys got to Gregors' Redoubt about noon. It took you an hour to get to the vale, so about 1pm. It is about 230pm now, following your first explorations and adventure. It will take you an hour to get back to the Redoubt. That gives you 30 more minutes of exploration, or you can play it safe and head back to the Redoubt with the sun still peeking over the mountains.

Let me know what you want to do.

Looking to the sky and judging the sun on the mountains and the journey back Uthecar declares.  "I think it is time we head back to the redoubt.  I have no desire to be stranded out here at night when we do not know the extent of the evil we face, for now at least."

"Lead on, Dwarf friend, and we will follow," Kullonar says to Uthecar.
The Half-Orc priest of St. Cuthbert sniffs the air and doesn't like the taint that is on the breeze.

Uthecar will do so moving back the way they have come.

Ulrich falls in line, pulling his Polar Bear cloak tight around himself against the cold.

Goldman follows, as well, looking over his shoulder all the way back as the terrain allows.

It takes you guys about an hour to get to the redoubt. The trip is easy, with no sign of enemies. Once you get inside, Gregors is there to take your gear and clean it up. He asks how the first day went in the vale.

Bruno wanted to take advantage of the remaining light to investigate the area around the remaining barrow, but it seemed clear he was the only one to bear that opinion and understood the dangers, so he agreed and took his place in the marching order back to the camp without comment or complaint.

Once back they were back he could not help but feel a sense of relief and as he settled in replied to Gregors, "We investigated the first barrow and seem to have cleared out the horrible creatures within. The place was frought and whatever it once was some vile force had perverted it as much as the valley around it.

"I can not help but fear what we will find in the second barrow knowing what we fought in the first."

"Aye, it was grim work. With the aid of Pelor we prevailed though!" Ulrich added to what Bruno had said. They needed Gregors to stay around a little and not abandon them with too little time to investigate.
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When Ulrich speaks Bruno begins to nod his head agreeing, but with a sigh and a gruff laugh, "Quite so... Moradin and, erm, St. Cuthbert made a slight contribution as well, I think."

Kullonar is glad to be outside and thoroughly enjoys the long walk back.
To the young Gregor he offers a smile and asks for some assistance with his armor. He throws another stick or two on the fire and looks for something to eat.

"That mound is the resting place of Folke, once known as the Fist of the Clans. He took the bear as his standard; almost everything he owned had that device on it. He was great man, they say. When you explored, you didn't happen to see a spear with twin runes on the haft and a stylized flame just below it, did you? It's a named weapon: Alfbrand.

"I suspect Jarl Ingvar would reward you with the treasures buried beneath the mound if only Alfbrand was returned to us."

When he is free for conversation Uthecar approaches Gregor.  "You have been told of the demonic horror we faced, but we were up to the task of dispatching them this time.  We have kept our word that the tombs remain as we found them, though the undead that we encountered cared nothing about spoiling the resting place of your ancestors.

Tell me what ends are served when items of power are left for the undead to use against us, yet we are forbidden to pick up anything left down there to destroy them?  Why do you let such powerful tools for good fall into the hands of evil yet you forbid those serving good to use them?"

Bruno's face goes blank as Uthecar replies to the Jarl's nephew, "Quite so, Gregors. We did, indeed, see a spear that might be the one you ask about...

"But we were warned not to take anything from these barrows by you.

"If there are items you seek tell us what they are and we'll look for them...

"But by the same token you had better explain why YOUR looting of these hallowed grounds is somehow purer than what ours would be if we are taking the risks we take in entering them to begin with. You must understand how unjust this seems to some of our ears given what we have seen.

"Make yourself clearer and do so now, if you will."

Gregor silently cleans and oils Kullonar's mail and doesn't answer for more than a minute. Finally, he looked up and said, "It is not easy for our clans to seek help from elsewhere. We are proud. Much like your folk, Master Dwarf. We're a stubborn lot, too, though all agree that compromise was our best hope against the darkness.

"I must apologize, however," he said then. "Fearing for the legacy of our folk, I told you to respect our artifacts. Yet ever has Jarl Ingvar said, 'Leave them in the dirt to be forgotten. Our folk aren't warmongers, it is peace that makes us strong.'

"I understand now what he means. But still, there are two items in the valley that, if you should come across them, we would wish to have them back."

"The first is a spear, called Alfbrand. It is the Spear of Folke, known as the the Fist of the Clans. He was a great warrior and master of the short spear. At the bottom of the haft are twin runes that spell out its name. Below that is a stylized flame, which matches it's ability.

"The second is the Eastern War Horn, one of a set of four. Each call of the horns produces a certain effect. Joining them together amplifies the affect."

As for the rest, well, weapons, coin, armor? Keep as much as you can carry. And again, my apologies. I was a fool."

Quietly he goes back to cleaning Kullonar's armor.
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"We saw them and can get them if you wish." Ulrich says, feeling bad about how he treated Gildan now. He was so self righteous sometimes!
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"I only hope that Alfbrand is still there," Gregors said. "But if you are willing, then yes, please, bring the spear and horn back to me. I will make sure that the Jarl knows of your honor."

After taking care of his animals, then eating and cleaning his weapons, Ulrich settles in for the night. "Don't run off and leave us Gregors, we will be back by nightfall tomorrow. Wake me when it is my watch!" He throws another log on the fire
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"I will not leave. Six days of a sevenday you have left before stores begin to run low."

Dusk falls quickly in the great white north. Gregors attends to all gear that needs tending. He is very attentive, and careful of your gear. It seems he takes pleasure in his tasks.

Later, he makes dinner, a passably decent stew given that it's made mostly with dried rations. Somewhere he managed to find some spring onions and even a couple of carrots the winter hares managed to overlook.

While doubt may still play upon the party's breast, Gregors effort assuages lingering concerns.

Once done with cleanup, he said, "Tell me, if you will: what did you find in the vale?"

Bruno finds himself rather angry with Gregors and his Jarl. He realizes that the young man is, well, a young man. Perhaps he did not quite understand the orders given to him or he let his own feelings about a party of foreigners (non-humans!) and folk from a land his people were raiding not terribly long ago confuse the message he gave them about 'looting' the barrows.

A thought, Or, perhaps, the people of the Land of Song don't understand hypocrisy?, shoots through his mind, but he takes a deep breath. They are all tired and each of them still have some of the wounds gained in the day's litterally horrifying battle. He won't let that side of his mind reveal itself. At least not intentionally, another thought warns.

"Yes, we shall retrieve this spear and look for the horn. We shall also expect that there shall no judgement upon us should we discover items that would otherwise be useful."

Pausing he continues, "Because, to answer your question about what we found in the vale, it is frought with evil. Above ground even the birds have been perverted and seem to be adversarial.

"Within the barrow we entered we faced demonic giant, erm, well, I guess they were wasp larve with evil faces; hell hounds; and, finally, a wraith that given its form was the preverted spirit of Folke or, perhaps, his clan's spirit beast... What faces us in the other barrow or any other location we stumble upon out there is uncertain and something tells me to be no less terrible.

"Tell me, you may know more of these barrows than we, but my presumption is that each one has only one entrance. Am I correct or do they ever have multiple ways to enter or exit?"
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Myrrick remains mostly quiet, wondering about the spear now, and how he might've been able to use it, if it's magical, like his halberd. Anything would be better in those warrens and tombs, than the massive halberd. He gave Gregors a nod, "You ave nothing to apologize for friend. We are outsiders, true enough, I can't imagine my people would be much more generous to begin."

Gregors notes the ranger's haggard look, the sunken eyes. Discretion the better part of valor, he says nothing, asks no questions. Indeed, he begins to wonder if even these doughty folk will survive. After all, even their own champions seemingly failed...quietly he goes back to working on the gear, making it ready for the next day's exploration.

The evening wanes to darkness, the party sets their watches; the redoubt remains secure through the night. The next morning dawns with new hope and new trepidations. Gregors there, whipping up a breakfast of ham and eggs, with watered mead to wash them down.

A night's sleep, followed by the hearty breakfast offers optimism despite the challenges they faced the day before. Even Myrrick shares a bit of banter in the elfin tongue with Zan, though his eyes are still sunken.

As you guys don your gear, Gregors tightens straps and helps you gather such supplies as are needed. Like a small herd, the party gathers together: Bruno, Kullonar and Ulrich offer prayers to their respective patrons, and then you head back to the vale. This day you will have more time to reconnoiter and explore.

OOC: Good morning. It'll take an hour to get to the vale. You'll get there about 7am - the sun has risen, but a damp mist presages a cold day ahead. As always, good luck! PM me with questions or clarifications. Today is a new day!

Ulrich leads the way back to the vale detecting evil every few minutes to make sure they were still secure.

OOC: Sorry to ask this again (because I think you've answered it previously), but upon waking we do not heal HP, do we? I had 2 1st level spells remaining last night, so I would have had 2 Cure Light Wounds to cast. Who still has wounds? (I'm guessing Myrrick may still have someIf nobody, then I'll cast one on myself, otherwise, here is the healing someone will get:

09:49, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 8 using 1d8.

09:49, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 7 using 1d8.


While still weary and achey, Bruno moves out actually feeling less daunted than he had the day before. While he knows that what lays before them is horrifying at least he know has a sense of what sort of horror it may be. There is some solice in that.

You keep hitting me with good questions. You recover one HP per hour as long as your resting...no recovery if you are in combat or other strenuous activities. Everyone should be as healthy as the can be after a full night's sleep in the redoubt.

OOC: Whew! ;)

Kullonar keeps his thoughts to himself, letting the others talk.
In the morning, his prayers to St. Cuthbert are for health and safety for he and his companions...and for young Gregor as well.
He approaches the lad before they leave.

"You have done well by us thus far. We will retrieve the items which are sacred to your clan. Our success is your success. Our victory, your victory. Live or die, we will do as your Jarl has asked. After all, what more is there to life than to do what you can for others, yes?"

Suited up and ready, Kullonar leaves with the others.

Uthecar is ready to return to where they had the activities of the day before.

Uthecar is only down 2hp from my calculations so the CLW can go to another. 

Ulrich leads the way straight to the entrance of the barrow.

It is both the longest hour, and the shortest. And then you reach the waterfall, and the stream. The birds are still there, calling from the trees. You're certain that they are insulting you, just as certain that it's better you don't know what is said.

And just like that, you are in the vale.

Off in the distance, you see your goal and a thrill of fear touches each of you. With singular purpose, however, Bruno, shrugs it off and leads the way, making a bee-line toward the entrance. It takes several minutes, but at last you reach the back end of the mound.

Who and how many will enter?

I'll go in too, never know what is in there, I suggest all of us go back in.

"I do not expect that these barrows will have additional enterances, but to Myrrick's point yesterday, let's circle around this one before entering through the doorway we see."


OOC: Seer, from where we are does this barrow seem at all different in anyway from the one we dealt with yesterday? That is, does it seem larger in cirumference or height, etc?
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Using what lore he knows Uthecar is meticulous with investigating the outside of the mound as they look for a second entrance.  Anything that could be a door he inspects.

OOC - Same barrow, we're retrieving the treasure.

Nothing stands out to your notice. Footprints and crushed flowers seem to be from yesterday.

Kullonar enters, even though he is reluctant to leave the outside, and follows his companions back into the tomb of the one called Folke. He immediately looks around for the horn he discarded yesterday...

A clarification: The short spear Alfbrand was/is in the mound. The horn is elsewhere in the valley. FYI.

Actions, lads?

"If we are just going in to grab that spear, it does not seems as if we're all required. I will go to give any support, should that be necessary and Ulrich is a natural undead fighter. Uthecar, why don't you join as well.

"Unless any of the rest of you want to join, why don't you stand ready here in case something has gone even stranger than we expect?"

Dismounting he stops he grabs a sack that from his pony's saddle bags, "Ah, wait, one more thing... Here's some more Holy Water. Pass them around... There are 2 more for each of you within. Going forward I'll take empties each night and see about asking Moradin's blessings, so that we've each got a couple."

Uthecar grabs the two holy water he is offered and stows them away nodding he is ready to proceed.

The away team makes ready to delve back into the mound. An initial look within shows darkness (infravision doesn't work in even murky light). As you push forward, Ulrich lights a torch and holds it up. Once again, you all have to crouch or duck-walk, or even crawl into the chamber.

The stench is a horrible sulfur smell. One wouldn't think it would last this long, but the corruption has lingered. Each of you open your mouth a bit, the hope being that it will minimize the stench...but you don't notice any difference.

Finally, you enter the main chamber and pass through to the tomb. The room is 8x8, a tough squeeze for more than a couple of people. Silence surrounds you.

What would you like to do?

Bruno notes as he is handing out the flaks, "I have Light spells ready, but unless we think they're required once we're in there, I think we should save them for our next stop."

He lights his own lantern and enters the barrow. Once they take stock he says, "It is clear now that Gregors words to us about 'looting' were really focused upon the great items of his people, spear, Alfbrand and the horn...

"Given the wounds he took and the uselessness of his halberd, I think Myrrick should bear Alfbrand until we can turn it over to the Jarl. It will also ensure the hallowed weapons'safety. I will be able to detect magic tomorrow, but for now it seems likely that some of these (the cloak and shield and maybe the torc are magical).

"If any of you wish to bear one of these items, now is the time to take it up and we can finalize possession once we have done our work here in this desolate place."

Ulrich takes the Holy Water and heads in to claim the items, the swords, torc, horns, etc. He gathers the treasure and sacks it up in the offered sack by Bruno. (Bruno is holding the sack open, I'm filling it up.)

Whilst the other two load the bag, Uthecar keeps an uneasy watch standing battle ready.

In reply to Uthecar Hornskin II (msg # 205):




Ulrich puts it in the sack as neatly as possible.

Those who went into the mound come again unscathed despite the sickly sweet smell of death. In hand is a pretty fair haul for some fifteen minutes of work. All the while, the others were nervously waiting; a great sigh of relief went up as Bruno, Uthecar and Ulrich exited none the worse for wear.

The work done, everyone wonders: What's next?

Zan was concerned for his friends and glad to see their return.

Bruno repeats to those outside what he said to Ulrich and Uthecar within after listing for everone what they put into the magical bag and indicates the spear, shield, cloak, torc they did not bag, "I think you should bear the spear, Alfbrand, for now, Myrrick. As an hnored servant of the ArchBaron it is honorable for you to protect it until we return it to the Jarl.

"Otherwise, if one of you wishes to wear or bear one of these, go ahead, though we still do not know if any are magical. I think we can all agree that final division of this stuff should be done once this mission is done, aye?"

As everyone is considering what they may wish to try on or take he continues, "Now that that's done, shall we head for the other barrow and take the way around so that we may determine if there is more than one entrance?"

Whether inside or out, Kullonar will claim one of the drinking horns. He eyes the bearskin cloak and will try it on unless someone else wants it. He also adds the two vials of holy water to his gear.

Uthecar shows little interest in any of the gear but is in agreement with the approach to the next barrow.

In reply to Uthecar Hornskin II (msg # 211):

"My guess is the bearskin cloak is magical too, try it on to see if it fits. I like my Polar Bear cloak!" Ulrich looks at a drinking horn and will take one for now.
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OOC: seems like the Bear Cloak is a hot item. Kullonar's eyeing it up as well. MSG 210

Just Kullonar I think, like I said, I'm happy with my Polar Bear Cloak. A drinking horn maybe for me.

There I go jumping to wrong conclusions again. I'm getting pretty good at it.

In reply to The Seer (msg # 215):

;-) No problem!

Myrrick bows his head in reverence, "Your words honor me friend. If that be the wishes of the group I will bear the short spead Alfbrand until we are able to deliver it to the jarl. Forgive me for my sour mood, I'm not feeling quite like myself and I lashed out. Let us get this work done and back to a town for a drink, sooner than later." he adds with a grin to his dwarven friends.,

OOC: meant get this post out last night; Unfortunately I rolled a 1 on my saving throw and fell asleep instead. :p

Treasure is retrieved with no surprises. Myrrick seems honored to be holding the legendary spear, Alfbrand, and offers his thanks to the rest of the party. It is an auspicious start to the day.

Then, as you take in the surrounds and look across the way at the smaller barrow, you realize that you're going to have to retreat almost back to the entrance to the vale. There is no ford that will get you to other side without backtracking. So, weapons in hand, a lighter mood to the party, you march back to the bridge over the rushing waters, cross it, and head back toward the smaller mound.

Everyone make a wisdom check, please.

In reply to The Seer (msg # 218):

In reply to The Seer (msg # 218):

Bruno scans the area around them as they travel as he still hopes to make use of his Speak to Animals spell thinking that were he able to communicate with one of the ravens (crows?) or another beast they might be able to learn more about who is behind the evil that has enveloped the valley.

He is not interested in wasting time in chasing after a beast in order to try this out as he did yesterday, but if it seems as if any creature comes within range of the party along the path they travel he will attempt it.

OOC:

10:59, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 12 using 1d20+3.  Wisdom Check.

ooc: some high wisdom in this group.

With a bit more time to study the surrounds, the party takes note of a few things: first, there seem to be multiple recesses in the walls of rock on both sides of the valley. Some might be old animal lairs long since abandoned, others might just be recesses in the rock walls.

Also, along with the two larger mounds, you see in the distance a lower mound, not quite 20' high and round. Looks like one half of a ball like what a child might play with. This mound is also on the other side of the river.

Speaking of which, the river itself comes to its end at the furthest point away from the party, all the way in the southeastern part of the vale, where it dumps into a lake. It is then you realize that there's awful lot of space inside the vale to explore.

The vale is still and peaceful, except for the raucous calls of the rooks. They seem set on following you, moving from tree to tree as you go.

Taking in the view Bruno says, "Well... there seems to be an additional mound over there. Looks smaller than the two we first noted.

"I say we investigate the other large barrow and maybe go to that one tomorrow?"

In reply to Bruno Rhunthane (msg # 223):

Ulrich, detecting evil intermittently, leads the way to the second mound and the exploration for an opening.

Uthecar looks to the rooks that seem to be following along.  "Is that natural? he questions.

"Not at all," Kullonar replied. "There's something very unnatural about them, as if they are keeping tabs on us."

"They spy on us for the malevolent force that now runs the vale." Ulrich says to the others as he continues to the mound.

In reply to Ulrich Aelgrimm (msg # 227):

"But...I could be mistaken. Perhaps they are just what they are...birds."
Kullonar says, adjusting the bearskin cloak around his shoulders.

"Remember, I tried communicating with them yesterday? If they were normal the spell would have worked. It didn't -- I got a sense of tone, but not actual words back from them as I should have.

"So, what that tells me is that they are not normal. They are cetainly antagonistic, if seemingly powerless. At best they are going to be an annoyance until we manage to destroy whatever evil power is behing the corruption of this valley...," Bruno trails off with a shrug.

"Let us ignore them and focus on getting that next barrow cleared. I suspect that in the process of doing this we'll learn more about what has gone on here."
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Uthecar looks to the birds.  "They are eyes for something and I do not like being watched.  Whatever is out there will know when to attack us when we are weakest as long as they are around.  We should do something about them I think."

OOC:  Are they within a thrown dagger range?  How many rooks are we talking roughly?

OOC Fireball ;-)

"Why don't we focus upon what we do know: that we've got another barrow to get to, into, and out of before sundown if we don't want to have to ride through this literally gods forsaken valley at night.

"The birds aren't normal and it may well be that their purpose is to be a distraction, and farting around with them now works to their master's ends, does it not?

"So let us focus and do what we can to bring the gods back to this place and return it to the hallowed state it once had."

"Birds can't report much when we're underground." Uthecar agrees and begins to move forward towards the next barrow entrance.

A quick estimate says the flock numbers around 50 birds. FYI.

ooc: I will have a longer post coming tonight or tomorrow.

Myrrick takes a few test swings with the short spear, admiring it's quality. As the group discusses the birds, "Move quickly to the next barrow, yes. The birds cannot spy there. But they can report up until then. If they are spies, whatever is haunting the valley knows where we are, at the least."

Ulrich looks for an opening tunnel.

As Myrrick takes the first test swing, the runes on the haft flash a hot crimson color. Suddenly, the tip of the spear is wreathed in flame. For his part, Myrrick is delighted. The others look on with interest, having seen Myrrick ply his halberd to great effect in Quesqueton. Happily, Myrrick notes that the weapon length is short enough to be more functional than the halberd, which he had left behind with Gregors.

After the stir caused by Myrrick's discovery, the party continues on, making their way back to the bridge over the rushing stream. Once on the other side, they plod on, only halting once they are beneath their goal.

The dwarves take a look: the mound (which I will call the middle mound) is about 20' tall and it looks to be about 40' long. From your vantage, the top looks bare, with only scrub trying tentatively to crawl upwards toward the top - further evidence that the corruption in the vale is real. As the party starts it's initial investigation, you soon discover a narrow tunnel that seems of similar width as the long mound you visited the prior day. The opening is near the middle at the base of the hill.

OOC: Items of note: Myrrick takes a risk leaving the halberd behind. Also of note, Gregors furnishes each character with a normal dagger. Please note, there are still restrictions on the spear, but the penalty is less than it was the prior day.

Party actions, please!
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Ulrich detects evil from the tunnel as he prepares to go in. He gets down on his knees and asks "Who wants to go first? I can if you want me too."

In reply to Ulrich Aelgrimm (msg # 238):

Ulrich crawls into the opening, detecting evil as he goes. Sword in hand, shield stashed out of the way.

As he readies his gear Bruno says, "Let us resume our marching order here, it's worked well so far:

Uthecar
Ulrich
Gilden
Bruno
Zan
Kullonar
Myrrick

"And if we can go doublefile:

Uthecar -- Ulrich
Bruno -- Gilden
Zan -- Kullonar
Gregors --  Myrrick

"Step easy boys!"

Bruno stops Ulrich before he enters the barrow, "Hold, my friend. You'll be able to attack over Uthecar's head as well as heal, if it comes down to it and still be able to use your detection if you're second."

Ulrich pauses to let Uthecar take the lead.

Myrrick readies the spear, and enters the barrow in his assigned place, it was time to actually help these people. Not just get attacked and nearly killed by wraiths. This spear would prove useful. Myrrick focused on the surroundings, making sure nothing was sneaking up on them.

Much like the prior day, the marching order was less about marching and more about crawling. Even the burly dwarves have some difficulty getting their bulk through. A pale, watery light filters into the tomb. You all note that the light dims, then darkens the deeper you get. In the end, you come out into an area even smaller than before. While the breadth of the chamber is some 14' long, the ceiling is only about 4.5 feet tall. It makes for a lot of crouching among the party.

Who has the light source?

I'll light my lantern as we crawl in again.

Bruno will cast Light upon a copper piece and give it to Uthecar, "Use this as you may -- toss it ahead of us on the path or whatever seems like the best."

He will also light his own lantern and attach it to his belt.

As you reach the inner chamber Bruno passes a glowing copper to Uthecar as Ulrich light's his torch. It is silent within, but about you, shadows dance beneath the light's glare.

And...I mean that literally: A small host of shadows descends upon you.

Roll initiative, please!

ooc: As a DM, I don't usually share my rolls. In this case, I rolled a natty 1. Ack!

As always: good luck!

OOC:

15:28, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 5 using 1d6+1.  Initiative.

Bruno will activate the Gift of the Soul Forger -- Bless = +1 To Hit / Saving Throws

16:16, Today: Kullonar rolled 6 using 1d6.  Initiative.
16:22, Today: Kullonar rolled 10 using 1d12.  Shadows turned.
16:21, Today: Kullonar rolled 15 using 1d20.  Turn Undead, Shadows (13).

Brandishing his holy symbol, Kullonar invokes divine power against the shadows.
"Go back to the darkness which spawned thee, foul creatures!"

Uthecar also rolled 1 for initiative.

Slow off the mark Uthecar starts swinging his axe and moves forward.

16:13, Today: Uthecar Hornskin II rolled 18 to hit and 17 damage.   Using 1d20+7,1d8+10.  to hit and damage.
I don't remember can shadows only be hit by magic weapons?  If so there should be an extra +1 to hit and +1 to damage.

08:27, Today: Ulrich Aelgrimm rolled 5 using 1d6.  initiative.

"Turn in the name of Pelor!" Ulrich says as he lets loose of the lantern and presents his holy symbol!

Kullonar strikes the first blow, whipping out the cudgel - his holy symbol - and calling on Cuthbert's divine aid. St. Cuthbert was apparently listening: ten of the shadows cry out simultaneously, an ear splitting sound, and retreat toward the comfort of the darkness in the furthest reaches of the tomb.

Ulrich turns the remaining shadows. As they retreat, the rest of the party take their turns as follows:

Bruno calls forth the divine might of the Soul Forger: Bless +1 to hit and saves.

Zan looses two more magic missiles, scalds one of the remaining shadows for a total of 5 pts damage. The shadow circles back into the darker portion of the barrow and disappears.

With 4' of head room, Gildan is frustrated again despite the wider chamber. Fortunately, this time he has a dagger to use against his foe! Sadly, he misses (rolled to hit: 3).

Myrrick flames on: jabs the point of the spear at a passing shadow, does 11 points of damage, five of which are fire damage. An exultant smile of satisfaction crosses the ranger's face as the shadow offers one last feeble cry before facing its extinction.

Uthecar rages on: also destroys one of the remaining shadows while swinging his axe horizontally.

Two shadows remain; while you don't see them, you also don't get the impression that they're coming for you...at least, to the best of your knowledge, they haven't attacked yet.

Of the thirteen shadows, 11 total were turned. Among that group, two were destroyed and one was wounded. Nice job!
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The stillness of the tomb blankets you. You get no sense of further hostilities from undead servants. They seem to have pulled a trick similar to the wraiths tactics the previous day. You're free to move about and search the chamber.

Myrrick keeps the spear ready, sure the shadows are still near enough. Even if they aren’t currently attacking.”Let us find what we came for and keep moving.”

"Ready to kill them when they come back! They will be back."

Bruno is relieved that they fend off the shadows, but is still unsure.

Accordingly, he scans the room with his lantern in an effort to determine next steps and to make certain that there are no other creatures.

In reply to Bruno Rhunthane (msg # 256):

10:30, Today: Ulrich Aelgrimm rolled 2 using 1d6.  search.

Uthecar scans the room for where the shadows fled to.  "I feel we should destroy those creatures before the god fear leaves them.  Their evil taint is an abomination upon this world."

"Agreed, as I have turned some, I may not approach them or it might break the turn! You should be able to slaughter them while they cower!"

Uthecar nods, the message is clear, slaughter them whilst they are helpless.  "Keep close it is from Pelor and you they flee, but I can provide the blade work to complete your masters bidding.".

As the party plans, the tomb grows silent. You hear nothing, see even less except in the area where you've congregated. Reflected in the glow of lantern and coin are some shiny objects around the center point of the tomb.

You do not see the shadows, despite knowing that they are somehow hidden from view.
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If Bruno does not see a doorway or opening anywhere within his view with the lantern he slowly moves forward into the room with the rest of the party back in marching order looking for trouble.

"Move what you have to to root them out! They must be dealt with."

Kullonar continues to brandish his holy symbol, scanning the room to see if any shadows detach themselves from the darkness to attack.

Uthecar moves towards the shiny objects to see if he can determine what they are and if they have anything to do with the shadows which are his main focus.

PM
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In reply to Bruno Rhunthane (msg # 262):

PM

Bruno's scan of the room with his lanter shows now further doors or doorways, "It looks like we've done what we can here and there is nothing that seems important here.

"Let's get out of here and leave those poor creature to claw at the wall in justifiable fear of St. Cuthbert and our friend, Kullonar"

He begins to leave the room.

"Just a moment, there are these." Uthecar says pointing to the shiny object on the floor.  Can anyone detect evil on these perhaps.  "They look enticing and innocent enough, but caution is probably best."

"I am turning the shadows, I can not concentrate on the shiny things." He starts to back toward the entrance, his blade at the ready and holy symbol still prominent.

Ulrich is successful in turning the other two shadows.

The axes look well made and are well preserved. The Torc is also a fine piece. The rest is scattered, low level coin, copper and silver bits.

"Kill them all and then gather the treasure I guess, root them from the shadows and destroy them. Then we head for the last barrow and then the tombs lining the cliffs until we find what has desecrated and defiled this holy place."

Uthecar will do what he can to destroy the shadows, if he can see/find them.

OOC: I'm maybe too late here...

Bruno shouts, "Hold! We're not here for 'shiny things'. If anyone can detect magic, maybe that's a better guide, but if not, let's get out of here and get on with our search for whatever is truly behind the degredation of this valley.

"At this point a fight avoided is to our advantage!"

In reply to Bruno Rhunthane (msg # 274):

"Undead need to be laid to rest, I will fight them alone if I must!"

Ulrich sets his lantern down on the bier and draws his sword ready to fight!

OOC: Seer, is my Bless still active? Duration is 6 rounds and we had 1 round of combat and 2 since then with the various exchanges, etc?

Does this mean new Iniative?

My assumption is that Bruno has moved from where he was when the fight paused and he shouted from the doorway or in the entranceway.

Unless you cut the blessing off, it is still active. Regarding initiative: for this fight only, I'll allow you guys to stay on your current initiatives.
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Ulrich leads the charge against the shadows. He's able to see two of the shadows, pressed firmly against the ceiling. You have no idea where the rest of them are.
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The axes and the torc are too tempting for Uthecar to give up, the axes in particular are his tools of choice after all.  He will pick them up and stow them away, pulling forth his two holy water flasks as he moves to join Ulrich to battle the shadows he can see.

Are they small enough to be usable one in each hand Seer? 

They are hand axes. Bruknor would be proud. That said, if someone else lays a claim, you'll have to negotiate.
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In reply to The Seer (msg # 278):

OOC: I guess I'm moving forward to attack Shadows that move forward?

And, of course, I screwed up my rolls giving the wrong bonus to my attack I edit here:

22:44, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 10 using 1d6+7.

22:42, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 20 19 using 1d20+7 +6.  Short Sword Attack.

*For fairness sake, if you're going to take the axes, leave the torc for either someone else, or part of the party treasure.
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Led by Ulrich, followed closely by Gildan and Bruno, the party pushes forward into the darkness before them. There is not tell tale sign of the shadows that you can make out. However, two of the undead expose themselves as they try to huddle deeper into the surrounding murk.

Roll up your to hit and damage, folks.

10:29, Today: Ulrich Aelgrimm rolled 10 using 1d8+2.  damage.

10:29, Today: Ulrich Aelgrimm rolled 18 using 1d20+1.  to hit.

"Go to rest in the name of Pelor!"

With the darkness making ranged attacks difficult, Gildan pulls out his longsword and swears to the unknown gods that gave his life meaning and a mission as he hacks at one of the shadows, condemning the abomination to the hell it belongs in.

OOC:
14:32, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 6 using 1d8+1.  Damage.
14:32, Today: Gildan Stalker rolled 14 using 1d20+1.  Attack.

Never as eloquent even in thought Uthecar surges forward to destroy the miserable abominations that reveal themselves.


06:37, Today: Uthecar Hornskin II rolled 7,11 using 1d20+6,1d8+10.  to hit and damage.  What we see there is a natural 1 to hit :o)   

Kullonar maintains his concentration in keeping the shadows at bay, gritting his teeth as his companions foolishly move into the darkness chasing shadows.

Myrrick, upon seeing the shadows move, thrusts the spear Alfbrand at the first he is able. This weapon was a welcome boon.


09:52, Today: Myrrick rolled 9 using 1d6+5.  dmg.

09:52, Today: Myrrick rolled 6 using 1d6+5.  dmg.

09:51, Today: Myrrick rolled 14 using 1d20+5.  hit.

09:51, Today: Myrrick rolled 8 using 1d20+5.  hit.

Ignore marked out rolls. internet lag somehow clicked the button a few times it seems

Nicely done. You were able to kill two more of the shadows. That's four total that were killed.

Actions?

In reply to The Seer (msg # 287):

Ulrich goes for another until they're all put to rest! Undead MUST be destroyed, Pelor COMMANDS it

08:15, Today: Ulrich Aelgrimm rolled 7 using 1d8+2.  damage.

08:15, Today: Ulrich Aelgrimm rolled 17 using 1d20+1.  to hit.

OOC: Seer, it's unclear to me from your post, but since we were not attacked I'm guessing we've destroyed all the shadows. Am I right?

In case I'm wrong I'll go ahead and post an attack:

09:51, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 10 using 1d6+7.

09:50, Today: Bruno Rhunthane rolled 19 using 1d20+5.  Short Sword Attack.

Bruno looks for other undead and moves with Ulrich to destroy them too. If they have destroyed the remaining shadows, he scans the room once again with his lantern.

No you guys started to attack, and actually killed two more shadows. You're not really sure how many total there are: shadows live in shadow so they are hard to see. Also keep in mind the penalties you will incur if you use larger weapons. Also recall that the shadows are not permanently turned, there's a time limit in terms of the number of rounds that undead will stay turned.
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Ah, I see where I messed up: I went against my typical round by round protocal that keeps me in line. I just wasn't sure what you guys were gonna do, but that's on me. Mea Culpa!!!

So, I'm give you a gimme on this one: Between turning the shadows and attacking en masse (or is that enmasse?) you guys take out the shadows. That'll give me a master reset for the next encounter. All the treasure that was in there has already been taken.

I told you there'd be more mea culpas...

:)

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The shadows vanquished, the party crawls from the space back into the light. It is still early morning; the entire valley awaits your pleasure.

"I suppose we should clear the last barrow now and then investigate further afterwards."

Once they were back outside Bruno nods in agreement with Ulrich, "Aye. Let's get over there and we can decide next moves once we've dealt with whatever we find."

In reply to Bruno Rhunthane (msg # 293):

Ulrich leads the way, detecting evil every now and then just for the strength of the aura. Then begins looking for the entrance.

Once you exit, you realize that you'll have to cross over the bridge again as the other mound is on the other side. It takes you some time to get there (once you arrived it's about 830am).

It's similar to the other mounds, but smaller. The hole to get inside is hidden by curious blue flowers - curious because it is still early spring, but also because none of you recognize the flowers. It takes you awhile to find the entrance; once you do, you notice the tunnel to be more accessible and wider than the others as well.

Ulrich, his beacon going off at regular intervals, suddenly finds that evil has diminished here. Curiouser and Curiouser.

Actions, lads!

"There is no evil here that I can readily detect, just the background evil from the rest of this place. I say let them lie in peace if you will. We can visit and pay our respects, but take nothing?"

"Well... I can't say that this makes me feel much better. I mean, perhaps whomever is buried here was so powerful in life that their spirit continues to protect it... Or maybe it's a trap of some kind?

"Otherwise, I think we've already made clear our intention not to take anything from these barrows unless they have been already desecrated and perverted."

"If no evil resides within, we become the evil if we enter.  If there is no need to disturb the rest of the dead, I say we should let them be as well."  He looks to Ulrich.  "You are sure?"

"The only aura is from the background, so I'm pretty sure."

Bruno gives Uthecar a look and sighs, "The only way we would disturb the dead is if we take an action within that disrespects those who are buried within. We're here to make certain that nobody has done such and will not know for sure until we've gone in.

"Let us make certain that we have no work to do here."

Myrrick nods, Alfbrand ready, the speear felt good in his hand, he would be sad, but honored to return it to the jarl. "We go, we check, we kill undead, we leave. Keep it simple, improvise if needed."

Uthecar nods, though he doesn't look too sure about it.

Ulrick squats down and enters the barrow. Lantern in hand.

The party makes its way into the heart of the tunnel. First impression is a clean, loamy scent such as you find on a working farm. When you get to the center, you find a space that is accessible to the entire party - including weapons. You get the sense that weapons won't be needed here, however.

The first thing you notice is a small plinth, upon which rests a candle that fills the space with a bright light. The next thing you notice is a feeling of peace that you cannot explain. Then, as you all look at one another, you discern an incandescent glow that takes shape behind the candle.

In short order, the glow takes the form of a lovely elven lass with bright eyes and a kind smile. She begins to speak: each of you are welcomed in your native tongue.

"Greetings warriors and travelers. My name is Nimae. Long ages have I been here at the behest of my Lady of the Wood. Mine was an easy lot: the Frutzi are good folk, faithful, and honor me and the Lady whenever they come to the vale. This is her holy shrine. I am but the caretaker.

"But, recently, I've found fewer visitors until finally none came to pay homage. So I surfed the ethereal plane to learn what transpired. Nearly, I fell into despair. A great evil had returned to the vale to conquer. But Milady succored me, and counseled me to take heart for this place was under Her care. She told me of a band of heroes who would come and make right the wrong that had taken over the vale. Now you are here. This place is one of power; none of evil intent can breach the entrance as a mighty enchantment protects it.

"My gift to you: Come at need to rest and recover from your trials, or to retreat for a time from what assails you. You are all welcome here. Have you any needs this morning that I can assist with?
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Gildan smiles at the elven woman and puts away his weapons. "It's about time we had some good news. Nimae, can you tell us anything about this evil? Where has it come from and where is it's source?"

Ulrich sheaths his blade as well and nods his head to what Gildan said.

Bruno also sheaths his sword and bows his head respectfully, "Yes, we thank you for your hospitality. As my friend here says, our purpose is to investigate what has befallen the vale and confront the evil you speak of...

"While we have fought its creatures it is still unclear to us who this ancient evil is."

Some seventy years ago, an epic battle was fought on the Fjords.

Hjalmar, the Grand Jarl at the time, united all the clans and brought their host against a great evil.

The leader of that evil, a self-proclaimed 'Dark Lord,' came down from the lightless north and made war against the barbarian tribes. Calling himself Mogens, which means 'Powerful' in the barbarian tongue, he waged a vicious campaign. It was a bloody war, ruthless, and many a young barbarian fell beneath blade and spear.

Ultimately, Hjalmar's army won the day at great cost, though Mogens fled the field before he could be captured. There's been no sign nor sound of him in the years since - until recently when undead once again began wandering on the steppes and fjords of the Land of Song.

"What about the undead make you think it comes from the same source?  Sadly there is more than one source of evil in this world."

"Perhaps, because she has spoken to the Lady of the Woods, Uthecar?

"If we are the band of heroes the Lady of the Woods told you would come, Nimae, am I wrong to assume that you can guide us against whatever evil it is that has overtaken this vale and threatens the northlands?"

Mostly under his breath but loud enough that everyone can hear, Gildan says, "Of course we're the foretold heroes of legend.

"A fair question," Nimae replied. "My purpose is to be caretaker of this shrine. I renew the protections that allow others succor. Occasionally I would sit in prayer with the faithful. Sometimes I could atone their wrongs. And as my primary purpose I could offer a touch of healing, if needed. But am a spirit of the wold, anchored here as one of Nature's minions. As such, I cannot be your guide."

Bruno resists the frustrated sigh that he would like to give by clearing his throat, "Uh, yes, pardon me...

"Well, Naimae, amongst our challenges is that it is frightful at best to travel through this vale at night, so we do not have the time we might to explore the vale and, hopefully, learn better who this Mogens is or who is agents are that we must confront to stop his horrid influence from further damaging the vale."

He turns and looks around the party, "I suppose we should now travel to the caves or whatever they are that we saw in surrounding the valley?"

Turning back to their host, "Would you let us rest here tonight if we are unable to get our, erm, work here done before the sun falls? "

You are most welcome to stay here. I would warn you though, Mogens is aware of this shrine. He knows my Lady guards this place. That effects me not at all, but too many visits will eventually alert him to your presence. So, if you come here for succor I will help you, but I would suggest only coming here at need.

One thing I can share: there are many tombs, cairns and caves throughout the vale. I have not set out to list each one as the Lady believes - and I concur - that the dead have earned their rest.

With that said, I am certain that Mogens has corrupted many of the dead of the vale and uses them for his own purposes. To right the balance, you must search each carefully and overcome those nefarious spirits that have profaned the tombs.

There are many resting places along the walls of the valley where you might find further hint of Mogens strategy and goals.

"Aye, thank you... You confirm what I suspected about the need to search throughout the vale."

Turning to the party, "Well, comrades, it seems to me that we should be moving along to continue our search. I believe we discussed moving into the caves we saw. We still have much of the day ahead of us, and with our host's generosity we have a spot to retreat to when necessary and aside from that we avoid spending too much time here...

"So, we continue covering as much territory as we can during the day, using this holy place when necessary to recover, and then return before nightfall each day to our camp.

"Unless any of you have further questions, let us get back to work."

Head for the next mound or the first niche, detecting evil occasionally as I go.

Gildan frowns, "How do we explore these tombs without disturbing the dead within? Does the Lady know of any clues we can use to....ahem...flesh out the corrupted souls?" his serious face doesn't crack even the hint of a smile, "Preferably other than simply being attacked."
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Uthecar looks to the entrance like he is done with the conversation and eager to get out into the vale.  Before he moves he speaks to the apparition. "Are there other places like this place out there?  The going will be slow as our base of protection gets further from where we search.  Could you create a new focal point of your power if we found somewhere untouched?"

"Find the tomb of Teodor who still sleeps in peace," she replied to Uthecar.

"Thank you, Lady."

Turning to the party, "Gildan, we will only disturb the dead that have already been 'disturbed' and turned into the undead... And we shall destroy any we find.

"Come, let's get moving, fellows"

So saying he follows Ulrich outside.

Weary from shadow turning, Kullonar listens quietly, leaning against the wall. Once the group decides to depart, he turns to the apparition and says, "Your words have provided enough succor for me this day, my lady. I am off to find Teodor's place of rest. Ah, these tombs make me..." Kullonar just shakes his head.
"Thank you again, my lady."

And with that, he follows his companions back outside.

"Peace be upon you, Cuthbert's scion. Peace be upon all of you."

In reply to The Seer (msg # 323):

Ulrich follows the evil with his detect ability, where is the closest, strongest.

As the party starts out, within 50' from Nimae's mound Ulrich finds that the ambiant evil surrounds you once again.

ooc: I assume the typical marching order is in effect.

Also, let's try to use Private Messaging or the OOC thread so that we don't clog up the main game threads. Thanks!

Bruno takes his place in the marching order behind Ulrich as they follow his divine senses.

Following Ulrich's radar, you exit Nimae's mound and look around. You're standing on the lower slope (down on the map). Where you are, you note what appears to be the portal into another crypt nearby - it seems about 80' away from Nimae's sanctuary. As your eyes trace the layout, you see two others, further away: one about 150' away, the other, on the bank of the lake is about 250' away.

You could also explore up the map, if you so choose.

Again, not to scale, that's why I'm trying to be as clear as possible. Feel free to ask questions.

Nice to be back!

When they site a mound relatively nearby and two more beyond it Bruno says, "Shall we investigate these mounds? It seems to me that we are as likely to discover clues of this Morgans', and perhaps his agents', plans by clearing these.

"I'm also happy to hear other ideas if anyone has one here."

"Being systematical will mean we miss nothing, good or bad."  Uthecar offers.

"We can clear them any way you want to Bruno, Uthecar, my 'radar' misses nothing evil, unless it is masked."

ooc: time to make some decisions, gang. You have three choices before you or you can continue to explore elsewhere. It's still morning, somewhere around 930-10am iirc.

Ulrich heads for the closest 'dot' behind the 'safe' barrow.

Ulrich follows his radar to the area below Nimae's haunt (that's what I'm going to call it from now on). He seems to be just outside of her influence. Looking about, he discerns what appears to be a crypt, or maybe something broader? Some exploration is in order...