Arothir: He just realized that you were there. He apparently had subconciously leaped off the collapsing platform towards you and saved you without realizing it.
Arothir: It drops…
Arothir: and drops…
Arothir: and drops…
Arothir: until it becomes just a speck of light
Alusair: and eventually disappears. Right.
Alusair: “Nice hole you found, mate.”
Shenvallei: does it dissapear?
Alusair: “I, uh.. don’t think we have enough rope.”
Arothir: Van: ...how the hell do you build a bottomless pit?
Arothir: He looks offended
Shenvallei: “Its not bottomless.”
Arothir: Van: Oh?
Alusair: “Care to jump in and prove that?”
Arothir: Listen checks!
Shenvallei: I can prove it an easier way. Detect magic on it.
Shenvallei: ””
Shenvallei: Im guessing it isnt a magic portal.
Alusair: [1d20+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [6,5] = (11)
Arothir: You guess positively.
Arothir: It’s not magic.
Shenvallei: [1d20+2<!- Official Roll ->] => [8,2] = (10)
Arothir: You hear…nothing.
Arothir: a disturbing amount of nothing
Arothir: coming from the hole
Alusair: “Oh, this is lovely.”
Shenvallei: “If we are on faerun…”

• Shenvallei looks scared. *
  Shenvallei: “I pray to all the gods there are no drow.”
  Alusair: Back away from the hole, weapon still drawn
  Shenvallei: “We should continue our search here quickly. I have a bad feeling about whatever is down there.”
  Shenvallei: I back away and head south to the coffin.
  Arothir: you do’
  Arothir: Van follows, looking worried.’
  Arothir: The silence gets louder, as if silence had been playing a bit too loudly and woke his older brother up.
  Arothir: You arrive at the chest…
  Arothir: Something doesn’t quite feel right about this chest either…
  Shenvallei: Is it the same size as the other one?
  Arothir: Atop it is sitting a sword, laid over with a kite shield.
  Arothir: yes, yes it is.
  Alusair: a relief, or an actual sword and board?
  Shenvallei: I look for an inscription.
  Arothir: Behind it, another shelf with two pots and a two-headed axe.
  Arothir: The only inscription is on the shield itself
  Arothir: And it’s mostly faded.
  Arothir: It’s not a relief, ha ha.
  Shenvallei: Blow off the dust, try to read it.
  Arothir: It’s an honest sword, shield combo.
  Alusair: Type of sword?
  Arothir: Any skill with ancient Runes there Shenny? Gimme a Knowledge (History) check, or even arana.
  Arothir: *arcana
  Arothir: Long.
  Arothir: Extended pommel.
  Alusair: what the hell good is that
  Arothir: :P
  Shenvallei: negative in both.
  Arothir: no arcane knowledge eh?
  Shenvallei: But I can see that there are runes right?
  Arothir: yes
  Shenvallei: Can I at least identify the language?
  Arothir: You pick it out as…Runic.
  Arothir: :P
  Shenvallei: Is that the dwarven language?
  Arothir: No, no…
  Alusair: no.. its a runic script you’ve never seen before
  Arothir: These are just…Runes.
  Alusair: the Dwarven runes are Dethekk, if I recall right.
  Shenvallei: Ill take out a quill and piece of parchment and scribe the runes.
  Arothir: You scribe them
  Shenvallei: “Is there evil from this tomb as well?”
  Alusair: “Never a bard around when you need one..”
  
• Alusair inspects the coffin. *
  Arothir: You do, indeed, feel a great presence of evil from the coffin.
  Alusair: “What do you think, Shen? I think theres evil in every sarcophagus in the damn complex.”
  Shenvallei: “Could be another ettin.”
  Arothir: Van: A bard, eh? I know one…shame Krys isn’t here…
  Alusair: “Could be, Shen.. shall we?”
  Shenvallei: Grab a hold of the 2 handed axe and bring it to Van.
  Shenvallei: “A bit heavy for me.”
  Arothir: Van looks at you. “Eh? Sure, I’ll carry it for you..”
  Arothir: He ties it onto his back with a few harness points.
  Shenvallei: Then I will take the sword and shield off the top of the slab.
  Shenvallei: And bring them back and set them down in the hallway.
  Arothir: which hallway?
  Arothir: You have three
  Arothir: :P
  Arothir: The one you’re in?
  Shenvallei: The one we came from by the collapsed wall.
  Alusair: Boss? Shield.. norman style kite?
  Arothir: Yeh.
  Shenvallei: Then Ill head back to the coffin and grab a hold of the slab. Looking At Alusair, Van, and Jesebel, “Ready?”
  Alusair: good
  Alusair: “Whatever.”
  Arothir: Van doesn’t look too pleased with the prospect of opening another coffin.
  Arothir: On his face you see images of horror like when the wight came out of the coffin.
  Shenvallei: Shove it open!
  Arothir: You shove!
  Shenvallei: Standing on the right side.
  Arothir: Str please
  Shenvallei: shoving to the left
  Shenvallei: or more precisely east to west [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [2] = (2)
  Alusair: “Stuck, huh?”
  Shenvallei: “Uunnnnggghhhh. Yes it appears so.”
  Shenvallei: “Care to give me a hand?”
  
• Alusair goes to help Shen with the lid. *
  Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [1] = (1)
  Alusair: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [16] = (16)
  Shenvallei: “Ow. Hit my hand.”
  Arothir: You shove the lid off together…well, it’s mostly Alusair…there is a long grating sound as the stone drags…
  
• Shenvallei sucks his thumb. *
  Arothir: Then….a brief howling of wind from the tomb…then all is silent.
  Alusair: Back off
  Shenvallei: Same.
  Arothir: You back up, eyes on the tomb…
  Alusair: uh..
  Alusair: No.. not really
  Alusair: Eyes everywhere
  Alusair: :P
  Arothir: Ah
  Shenvallei: My eyes are on the tomb.
  Arothir: In that case, you see three elves standing behind you in the darkness.
  Arothir: Smiling
  Alusair: We opened a tomb. There was a whoosh. I’m expecting incorporeal
  Arothir: Well, when I say elves…
  Alusair: Eeerrr..
  Alusair: Define elves.
  Alusair: black
  Alusair: thanks
  Arothir: yeah.
  Alusair: Right
  Alusair: Any in robes?
  Arothir: Not that you can tell
  Alusair: Good!
  Alusair: Makes it simpler!
  Alusair: One on the left, charge
  Arothir: it does
  Arothir: There are three of them…two with tower shields and swords, standing in the front…one in the back with a large pike.
  Alusair: ...
  Alusair: Go to hell
  Alusair: :)
  Arothir: naww
  Arothir: :P
  Alusair: I know, me first
  Arothir: You charge?
  Alusair: not with that realizatino
  Alusair: realization
  Arothir: :)
  Shenvallei: Im still staring at the tomb, anything?
  Arothir: Nope
  Arothir: the howling has even stopped
  Arothir: Van’s staring at it as well
  Shenvallei: Approach it.
  Arothir: You do…there is nothing but an old stick inside.
  Shenvallei: Grab it.
  Alusair: “AM I THE ONLY ONE OF YOU SODDING BERKS WITHOUT A SERIOUS CASE OF PIKING TUNNEL VISION?!?”
  Alusair: Alex
  Arothir: ...curious choice of words.
  Arothir: yes?
  Arothir: Piking…
  Shenvallei: “What are you talking about Al, look what I fou…”
  Alusair: Shoot off something rapidly in Drow
  Arothir: Jess turns around and screams
  Shenvallei: I turn and look. Are they indeed drow?
  Arothir: Yes, there are
  Arothir: of this same description
  Alusair: “Right. They’re either undead or a bunch of mind-sucked thralls. Either way, negotiation is a waste of time.”
  Arothir: What do you do?
  Shenvallei: Honestly Shen is scared out of his mind. He’s been told horror stories of the drow in his home village.
  
• Shenvallei stands wide-eyed. *
  Alusair: “Van?”
  Arothir: Van looks nervously over with you with what is surely only one eyeball
  Alusair: “You at least got my back, here?”
  Arothir: Van: ...yeah, of course…the hell kind of question is that?
  Alusair: “Because everyone else seems to have gone into shock.”
  Shenvallei: “We have to…”
  Alusair: Width of the corridor they’re in?
  Arothir: He grips the haft of his halberd
  Shenvallei: Taking a combat action – [1d20+4<!- Official Roll ->] => [19,4] = (23) initiative.
  Arothir: They’re capable of being gone around.
  Arothir: Right.
  Arothir: inits, then
  Alusair: [1d20+2<!- Official Roll ->] => [13,2] = (15)
  Arothir: Shen?
  Shenvallei: Scorching ray the shieldbearer on the right.
  Shenvallei: [1d20+6<!- Official Roll ->] => [4,6] = (10)
  Arothir: A ray of flame lances out, scorching a nearby pillar
  Arothir: Van leaps into action, literally
  Arothir: He swings for the first drow, flying right past it, even though it looked like for sure he hit, then, as he is behind the drow, you hear a panicked yelp and a clang.
  Shenvallei: Where is the yelp from?
  Arothir: Behind the Drow
  Arothir: it sounds like Van
  Arothir: Alusair
  Arothir: Sorry
  Alusair: Right… did they even react to Van?
  Arothir: Nope.
  Arothir: Not even a flinch
  Alusair: ”...Cute.”
  Alusair: Pick up a rock and toss it at them
  Alusair: Straight at one of those nifty shields o’ theirs
  Alusair: [1d20+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [11,5] = (16)
  Arothir: You do so
  Arothir: And it sails right through
  Arothir: A second later
  Alusair: “Right.”
  Arothir: You hear a “ping”
  Alusair: “Sorry Van.”
  Arothir: as though it strikes armor
  Arothir: And swearing
  Alusair: Van?
  Arothir: “QUIT BEING SORRY AND GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE”
  Arothir: Yep.
  Alusair: Go and investigate
  Arothir: He’s hanging at the end of his halberd
  Arothir: which is precariously hanging from the blade
  Arothir: He’s up against the wall in the pit
  Alusair: Try to pull him up
  Arothir: Str check?
  Shenvallei: I turn and look at the tomb.
  Arothir: You look at the tomb
  Arothir: It’s empty
  Arothir: Listen checks?
  Alusair: [1d20+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [7,5] = (12)
  Alusair: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [12] = (12)
  Shenvallei: [1d20+2<!- Official Roll ->] => [7,2] = (9)
  Arothir: You haul Van up
  Arothir: He seems a bit shaken
  Arothir: You both hear…laughter…evil…maniacal laughter…
  Arothir: It echos…and reverberates…
  Arothir: It seems to come from…the floor…the pit…the tomb…
  Arothir: The very fiber of everything inorganic…
  Alusair: Dust Van off briefly, check on Jess.
  Arothir: Jess’s burnt hair, even
  Arothir: Jess is…looking rather…upset about her hair
  Arothir: and as thus unfazed by the laughter
  Shenvallei: “Jesebel may I see the light stick?”
  Arothir: She tosses it at you
  Alusair: Investigate the longsword and shield on the ground
  Alusair: particularly the shield
  Alusair: What kind’ve shape is it in?
  Arothir: It’s not doing too bad for itself
  Arothir: It seems…well loved.
  Shenvallei: I take it. And I take as much time as I need to thoroughly spot anyone hiding.
  Shenvallei: Using the light stick to light dark areas.
  Arothir: You take 20 on a search check!
  Arothir: You search for…an hour…
  Arothir: and find nobody hiding.
  Shenvallei: “Odd. Maybe it was some kind of illusion trap but I doubt it.”
  Arothir: Van: Seemed pretty real to me at the time…
  Shenvallei: Are the illusions still there?
  Arothir: No, they’ve dissapated
  Alusair: “I suspect whatever was in that coffin will be meeting us again before we’re gone.”
  Shenvallei: “Has the evil presense left?”
  Alusair: “How the sod should I know, unless I spend five minutes looking at every damned inch of the room?”
  Alusair: “This whole PLACE radiates with evil – I’d have to be looking in depth at every part of the room.”
  Alusair: “The only reason they stand out before we let them out is that the coffins are obvious hiding places and I know to spend a lot of time looking.”
  Shenvallei: “Time to go.”
  
• Alusair grabs the sword and board. *
  Shenvallei: I head thru the passageway back to the main hall.
  Arothir: you do so
  Shenvallei: Back to the exit.
  Alusair: Follow, half expecting the rope to be gone
  Arothir: You get back to the exit
  Shenvallei: I sit and rest/memorize.
  Arothir: and indeed, the rope IS gone
  Alusair: “Well. I didn’t want to leave anyway.”
  Arothir: Van: ...you guys want to get outside? I can probably help with that.
  Alusair: “Not just yet.”
  Alusair: “Van, can you keep watch?”
  Arothir: He nods
  Shenvallei: new spell list incomming
  Alusair: Sit back in the corner and pray.
  Alusair: Ditto
  Alusair: done.
  Shenvallei: I total up what we have collected so far.
  Shenvallei: 100 gold coins.
  Shenvallei: 1000 copper coins
  Shenvallei: A longsword.
  Shenvallei: A shield.
  Shenvallei: A battleaxe.
  Shenvallei: A dagger.
  Arothir: Yeah, somethin’ like that
  Shenvallei: A punching dagger (katar perhaps).
  Shenvallei: And a strange stick.
  Shenvallei: Did I miss anything?
  Arothir: It’s not quite a punching dagger, but yeah
  
• Alusair leaves the longsword to lay with the rest of the treasure.. although off to the side with her cloak. *
  Alusair: Sling the shield on my back.. I’m getting hit too much for my liking.
  
• Shenvallei nods. **
  Shenvallei: (this might be a good stopping point actually. I have to get up at 7.)
  Kiergath: K.
  Shenvallei: (Ill be home tommorrow around 4 if you are both up for it we can continue then)
  Kiergath: I’ll be here.
  Arothir: (Alright. See you, Nick)
  Shenvallei: Excellent. Again good times guys. Happy Birthday again Morgan. 23rd?
  Kiergath: 22.
  Shenvallei: dammit
  Shenvallei: cya
  Arothir: Cya
  Shenvallei: Disconnecting from server…
  Shenvallei (exit): 02:47
  Arothir: Saving this session now.
  

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