Digger starts to reach for Morek to throw hum, then stops himself, looks around, and pulls out the table knife he got upstairs. "Again, learn what 'rest' means, people." He walks up to whatever shadow is handy and sticks the dinnerware into it. Well, he tries too, but he's pretty banged up and can't seem to hit.

OOC:
22:02, Today: Digger rolled 5 using 1d4+2.  knife damage.
22:01, Today: Digger rolled 10 using 1d20+4.  knife attack.

The shade vanishes after Kyra and Sarelor's attacks.  One remains and Morek moves forward to confront it!  It releases a pitiful wail which increases in intensity the closer Morek gets, unable to get away and in obvious torment.





Combat Order
Kyra
Digger
Sarelor
Morek
Monsters

Morek called down more of the sacred fire, finding some difficulty in doing so strongly.

Action: cast Sacred Flame
Result: Dex 13 vs 1 Radiant

13:11, Today: Morek rolled 1 using 1d8.  Sacred Flame, Dex DC 13.

The d8's hate me even more than the d20s do

Digger starts stabbing away at the Shadow.

OOC:
12:02, Today: Digger rolled 13,4 using 1d20+4,1d4+2.  silver knife.
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With a sigh, Sarelor steps around Morek and stabs and slashes at the remaining shadow.

OOC:
22:49, Today: Sarelor rolled 17 using 1d20+5.  attack with shortsword (finesse).
22:50, Today: Sarelor rolled 18 using 1d20+2.  longsword attack.
22:51, Today: Sarelor rolled 2,4 using 1d6,1d6.  shortsword damage, sneak attack bonus damage.
22:51, Today: Sarelor rolled 4 using 1d8.  longsword damage.

So as to not feel left out, Kyra again called fourth her patron’s power, her eyes turning dark  as a bolt flee from her hand.

<OOC: attacks last shadow

Kyra rolled 16 using 1d20+5.  Attack - eldrich blast.
Kyra rolled 7 using 1d10+3.  Damage - eldrich blast .>

And the last shade falls to Morek's fire!

The din of battle fades and all that remains in the ever-constant crying.

OOC: Nice work getting out of that one...I think you all owe Morek dinner.

"Lessons learned, yes? Let us all go and have a nice rest. I can defend us against the undead again in an hour, but I'll have no spells until after a much longer rest."

Kyra, still sore after the attack, breathed deeply. She was wounded and pale....tbe attack from tbe shadow drained her strength as well as her life.

"No complaints there....some rest would be nice. It's just a comfort this will help" she said, holding the sphere that acted as a spell focus

Are you all intending on just taking a short rest here?  You get the feeling that the room is relatively safe at the moment.

In reply to The Narrator (msg # 425):

Here, there, anywhere. Just sooner rather than later.

The party sits down amongst the skeletons and the large statue.  Time uneventfully passes, albeit it's hard to doze off with the crying echoing through the cavern.

Feeling fairly rested, the group is ready to set off and continue the adventure!

Kyra takes the time to rest, centring her mind and hearing the sound of the woman in her mind, speaking calmly of power and suituations. She stands, searching the room for any other treasures before moving on

23:21, Today: Morek rolled 7 using 1d8+2.  Hit Die

"Is everyone feeling well enough to continue?"

In reply to Morek (msg # 429):

Digger nods.

Kyra, wincing at the aches from the shadow attacks, nods. “The shadows did less physical damage and more drained my strength and essence. Though a decent rest will help, this short one has helped replenish my spells”

Nodding, Sarelor says, "I'm as good as I'm going to get, plus I'm still wondering whether we're captured spirits flailing in futility for the amusement of some powerful being."

Then he shrugs, and admits, "that actually doesn't change anything, does it?"

"Nope," Morek replied before turning to Digger. "Are you fit to return to the lead, or would you rather be in the back?"

Morek then takes position in the one Digger doesn't choose.
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Digger shrugs, "I'm good for the lead again."

Looks like south alcove with a door west? Digger heads for it.

Kyra looks at the others, letting them.lead as she follows, the signs of the shadow attack still prominent to see

After a rest to catch some breath and try to recover a bit, the group moves forward.

As you enter the next room, you find a makeshift, underground bedroom.  A large, wood-framed bed with a rotted feather mattress takes up the bulk of the space.  On the near wall sits a wooden wardrobe and at the foot of the bed is an aged footlocker.  Above the bed, hanging from a taut noose, is the corpse of a man in a black suit.  One of his withered, bony hands clutches a crumpled note.

Kyra, entered the room behind the others, but her eyes came towards the others at the sight of the man hanging. She grabbed the note from his hand, looking at Sarelor "Could you please search the room..." She opened the note and read

Morek went to have a look at the wardrobe, leaving the metal footlocker to the more tools-inclined gentlemen.

Sarelor sighs, "could we, at least, looked to see if the corpse wasn't bait for some sort of trap. I'm pretty sure he would have had trouble hanging himself without a platform to kick away from his feet."

Despite any misgivings he might have, he does examine the foot locker hoping to open it and see what's inside.

Kyra takes the note from the corpse's hand and reads aloud:

Note:

My Beloved Children,
I wish I could do what all fathers do and tell you that
monsters aren’t real. But it wouldn’t be true.
Life can create things of exquisite beauty. But it can also
twist them into hideous beings. Selfish. Violent. Grotesque.
Monstrous. It hurts me to say that your mother has turned into
one such monster, inside and out. And I’m afraid the disease
that afflicted her mind has taken hold of me as well.
It sickens me to think what we’ve put you through. There is
no excuse. I only ask of you, though I know I do not have the
right to do so, to try and forgive us. I despise what your
mother has become, but I love and pity her all the same.
Rose, I wish I could see you blossom into a strong, beautiful
woman. Thorn, I wish I could be there for you the way I
couldn't be for Walter. But I can’t. This is what I deserve.
Goodbye

As Morek and Sarelor move forward to search the rest of the room, a foul creature with mottled decaying flesh crawls forth from the wall.  This female-looking creature has sharp claws and teeth and wears a tattered red dress overlain with a black robe.  Her lips and gums have gone black with rot and and her smile shines with sinister madness.  "Come to pay respects to my husband, have you?" she cackles.