"After what you just did, he's got about 3 days to live unless we can get rid of all the eggs they laid in him. If anyone can do that then he might pull through with continuous care." Darya says as she crouches over the man. "Anyone have access to that kind of healing?"
Nazz starts to speak before simply lowering her head, not adding anything to the conversation or the current situation.
Catching Nazz' unusual reaction Darya is about to say something when the temple door opens.....seemingly of it's own volition. "Uhhhmm....Bruno, you said the guy who built this eventually went off the deep end, question is, did he corrupt the temple before telling Torag where to shove it?"
oblivious to Nazz' unusual reaction, Irayiel is distracted by the door on the temple opening by itself, pointing to the door he asks "Tell me bigger]that's[bigger] not a little unusual.' Moving over to the door frame he looks in.
Nazz jerks her head towards the door when it opens of its own volition. "... probably the priest's ghost." Nazz says nonchalantly while drawing her greatsword.
Story's a bit sparse on that, Darya... Bruno says. He is now just outside the door (and still astride Esmeralda). Ya need meh in dere?
"After what you just did, he's got about 3 days to live unless we can get rid of all the eggs they laid in him. If anyone can do that then he might pull through with continuous care." Darya says as she crouches over the man. "Anyone have access to that kind of healing?"
"I can cut them out, but otherwise no I can't." Then the temple door opens by itself. "That's not ominous."
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Inside, you see:
Broken stone benches line this narrow room. The air is cold and
stale, and thick layers of dust cover the floor, benches, and a
large altar at the far end of the room.
there is someone in there, seated on one of the benches facing the altar, his back to you. The stocky hooded figure looks like a dwarf covered with an equally thick layer of dust.
Mysterious figure: Have you come to kneel before the dead god Torag?
"I respect the Father of the Forge but I kneel only before Iomadae." Nazz calls out to the figure without hesitation, but also without anger or arrogance.
hearing Nazz say "probably the Priests Ghost" and seeing the stocky hooded figure, Irayiel steps back looking at Bruno, "Unless Torag really is dead, maybe you want to talk to him."
"I kneel for no one."
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Undeterred Nazz continues to speak with the figure. "... would you prefer the most valuable gift of all, Rest?"
Siff ignores Nazz's side long glances as she plunges her wineskin under the water and watches the bubbles float up.
When the door opens if its own accord, she leaves the wineskin and backs up behind Nazz.
She frowns in confusion at the apparition's question, "Torag is dead? Wouldn't that be something everyone has heard of?"
Then , at Nazz's statement, "Yeah, seems you're the dead one, or merely a poor study in the subject"
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Bruno discounts and retrieves his pick from it's place on his saddle. With a heavy wooden shield in the other hand he moseys into the temple on bowed legs. What's this about Torag beein dead! he shouts as he makes his way to the front of the gathered company. One look at the skeletal hand and he shouts, Whoa! Ugly!
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The creature answers Nazz and Siff. Rest? And who would make me rest...you? You would send me to the answerless halls of the god-who-does-not-answer?
At the sound of Bruno's voice the skeleton stands and turns around, glowing blue eyes peering deep into your souls. It's mouth hanging open as though held in a silent scream...
"... Careful. This is a Huecuva. Spiteful souls who seek to undo those that still follow the vows they themselves rebelled against." Nazz calmly calls out to the others.
Bruno points hesitantly at the undead monsters gasping mouth. Uhh, pal, ye got somthin' in yer teeth there.
"So we kill it then?"
a Huecuva, never even heard of that, should have paid better attention in class surprised that the creature has not attacked yet, Iradyiel, nodding his head with Khan, "I think killing it is our best bet, don't really want to leave it behind us,"
Shear Khan will use his own claws against the foul undead.
Drawing her weapon Darya storms into the room making her way past her new allies as she hears the sounds of battle. "Clear a path!"
hearing Darya bark orders, Iradyiel jumps back, turning and saying "Yes Mam!" as he moves out of the way.
Nazz goes to swing at the undead that rushed them but ingrained instincts make her swing go awry as she complies with Darya's order.
Round 1
Siff nods to herself a Nazz's explanation of what they faced, realizing the danger it posed.
Steeling herself she reaches down into the dark depths of her being, that place where the Abyss seemed to live and breathe.
Extending her hand towards the undead apostate of Torag, she uttered a number of syllables that sounded like a combination of Abyssal and Arcane, but tortured, twisted.
The arm outstretched, the skin become taut and blackened, the veins standing out, reddish and swollen. Emerging from her hand, an orb of steaming blackness, emitting a low hissing...
Three such orbs streak from Siff's hand, following her eyes, now gone as black as her hair has turned.
They hit the heucuva tremendous force...
The spell complete, Siff's appearance immediately returns to normal, but for her rapid breathing and pained expression.
Feeling something call to the Abyss so close by the hairs on Nazz' neck stand on end as she shoots Siff a glance. Not a look of condemnation, but of vigilance incase something or someone with wings and a tail had taken her place.
as Iradiel tries to get out of Darya's way he sees Siff casting her spell. that had to hurt, whats the point of a gift if it half kills you to use it... Must admit it is an interesting crowd... No pretenders here,
Bruno takes the hit and laughs. Ur need ta do bee'r than dat! he roars, veins standing out and eyes shining.
He swings his weapon around his head, seeing to taunt the undead into attacking him.
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Shear Kahn literally shreds the monster up. Nazz's greatsword barely misses lopping off it's head because of Darya's orders. Lucky me the monster quips. That's when the magic missles hit, frying the rest of it's body. Ahh, Ahhhhhh! the monster screams through its' gaping mouth as it falls tward the earth. The only reason Bruno misses is because it's already dead! It hits the ground with a thud.
END COMBAT.
The sick green light fades a bit, replaced by the purer light of Darya's Halo.
Bruno huffs. And aye was just gettin warned up...
"... there's still demons up top, dwarf." Nazz quips before crouching down to inspect the re-dead corpse.
"Good work."
Still demons up top? that had not crossed my mind "WOW" is all Iradyiel can say as he watches the undead fall, as Nazz inspects the corps, Iradyiel looks around the temple to see what he can find.
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This shrine was always humble, and little treasure can be found within save for that on the huecuva's body.
A pouch on its belt contains Nazz finds:
-two potions of cure light wounds, and
-on one withered hand it wears a knotted gold ring worth 125 gp.
Iradyiel finds the priest's masterwork warhammer lies dusty on the ground, long forgotten.
Iradyiel picks up the MW warhammer and holding it up, blowing the dust off of it, ask "Hey guys, anyone need a weapon? Or just want to carry this thing, it's a little heavy for me." Then he looks around and asks, not wanting to offend anyone's silly legal sensibilities: "Or are we going to bury it with the priest, I mean if were are going to bury the priest should we bury his weapon with him?"
Bruno instantly recognizes the quality. That'd be afine prize, lad. Very good work, but burying it would serve no-one. He rejected 'is good. Let his hammer do some good on his behalf. Here. I'll take it.
"... potions, and an expensive ring, no one wears anyone gold up here but it might still be a clan or clerical ring," she mumbles to herself while retrieving the items.