Alaric comes to the side of the corpse.

 This thing so much as flinches and it will get a good bashing.

In reply to Blackwell GM (msg # 220):

Dagger (cutting not hacking or stabbing)

Ligeia cuts away the webs revealing the desiccated body of what appears to have been a young  monk. His tall lean body and yellow hair now gaunt and dry, he wears the brown robes typical of monks in this region.

 He possesses a javelin, a dagger, a club and a pack. The pack contains rotten food, 4 bottles of potion, and a strange round glittering stone about the size of an apple.

( my bad also - 76 messiah gold pieces)
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After shooing Alaric away to search for engineering supplies, Ligeia settles down to have a tête-à-tête with the young monk who grew no older. She has a few lines of inquiry she would like to pursue, namely the nature of his potions and his glittering stone and the tale of his unfortunate demise in this tower.


19:27, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 12 using 2d6+5.  Speak with dead monk.

In reply to Ligeia Strand (msg # 224):

As Ligeia attempts to speak with the dead monk there is a breeze through one of the arrow slits in the towers blowing some of the stray webbing about.  It's probably a coincidence.

Suddenly the skeletal remains sit upright attempting to attack Ligeia!


 All roll initiative

 Round 1
 Alaric
 Ligeia

all roll after that.

18:06, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 11 using 2d6+7.  init.

22:00, Today: Jenouise rolled 8 using 2d6+2.  Initiative.

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23:30, Today: Rubus Elann rolled 7 using 2d6.  Initiative.

 Despite his readiness Alaric musters up so much might he misses the dead monk entirely.

<b>Blast the furnace!</b>

Ligeia can't quite muster up the conviction to turn this revenant; she still wants to talk to him, you see.

13:55, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 7 using 2d6+5.  Turn Undead.

Afamrail points her staff at the undead creature and blasts it with a magic arrow...

  Faer Elandi!

  Afamrail's magic blast destroys the skeleton monk head on.. there is a slight puff of pale blue smoke in the aftermath.  Fortunately none of the gear was destroyed.. this time.

"Well...how anti-climatic," she almost pouted, putting her hands on her hips.

 Let's take what we can salvage and move on, there appears to be no further clues here.

Rubus Utters a prayer. Dear Messiah, may the souls who've perished here find peace.

 Nice to see you swinging that staff of yours, Rubus.

 Shall we be going then? Someone should take the gold pieces.

"He was yet one more who fell before he was able to remove the curse," Ligeia announces, aware, before she has even finished speaking, that the others must have already come to the same conclusion.

After scooping the gold coins and the rest, she asks, "So have we found anything with which to fashion a ramp for the wagon to cross the fissure in the bridge?"

OOC Anybody want potions of talk to animals, blur, increase intelligence, and water breathing?

Rubus looks embarrassed until he decides simply to say Thank you.

I will take the san of Intelligence, Ligeia. It might come in handy. Though  I think others could use it.

  Those materials do not seem to be around here, alas!

Agreeably, Ligeia gives the potion of brilliance to Afamrail.

She then gives the potion of blur to Alaric -- "the better to not get hit."

Standing next to the dwarf, she agrees that they haven't found anything suitable for planking the fissure.

"There is nothing to do but pack your bags and hoof it," she declares and then waits for the others to start hoofing it along with her.

Jenouise stood there, rocking back and forth from heel to toe, toe to heel, her hands clasped behind her back. She waited for the others to head off and once they did, she bounced along behind, a smile on her painted lips.

Rubus kneels by the corpse and prays. He stands and is ready, he hopes, to proceed.