Dren loads his crossbow, waiting for the opportunity to shoot at an assailant. As Peaches sling bullet cracks against her target, staggering the creature back Dren let's fly at an open target. Hit bolt catches the creature under the chin and sinks deep. Crossbow at Short (80') Range - To hit: [1d20+...

Wishing they had spoken to the creatures first, Dren realises that the time for conversation is now passed and hesitation could mean death for a comrade. He lines up his Crossbow at the closest creature and let's fly. The bolt strikes home, but seems relatively ineffectual. Crossbow at Short (80') R...

Signalling that there is no noise from beyond, Dren brandishes his blade in readiness, then when he sees that the others are prepared, he opens the door carefully, trying to be as quiet as possible and wary of traps.

Nodding to Nightsong, who moves stealthily up to his position to support him, Dren is glad to see the newer members of the party working together. The mercurial Mortiganto and solid, reliable Phyrric and himself will need the help of all their new allies if they are to safely uncover the mysteries o...

" A room back there, full of alcoves and bones there is, but Dren will scout ahead this way and search for traps" says Dren as he draws his blade and heads off cautiously "featureless and short is this corridor, a prime location for danger...." Dren moves ahead, suspecting a poss...

Seeing Nightsong easing back from his combat stance, Dren nods to the elf as he approaches to examine the corpses and retrieve his arrows. ' A thinker this elf, as well as a warrior' Dren muses as the lithe fey searches for clues as he had just done. " Rarely has Dren met your kind Nightsong, f...

Panting with the adrenaline fuelled after effects of combat, Dren tears a scrap of cloth from the zombies and wipes his blade as clean as he is able, whilst swatting at the large black flies now beginning to rest on the stationary creatures. Wondering who these undead once were, Dren looks at the co...

Well, at least Ubrecht has a couple of kick-ass fighters to watch as he continues to be completely ineffective. :D Don't worry .... Dren tends to get himself in too deep very quickly .... My short burst of current success is just an illusion to make him do something stupid, such as getting himself ...

Yanking his gore-splattered blade from the tumbling corpse, Dren realises that he is yet undetected by the remaining undead and as Nightsongs arrow strikes the zombie before him, jolting it further back in his direction, he steps forwards behind the beast, ramming his blade into the creatures back. ...

Dodging back into the darkness in the corner, Dren wretches at the stench of long decayed flesh that rolls like a wave of putrescence out of the yawning space of the doorway. Grasping his blade which is hidden from the light within his cloak, Dren holds his breath in the darkness hoping to remain un...

Dren scurries forward and gets ready at the door .... "Dren will open it, then will strike at their backs once they are past where I can do most damage ... Be ready on three ..... One ..... Two .... Three!"

Dren throws open the door, hiding behind it with his shorts word drawn.

With the words dying in his throat, Dren initially stands perfectly still fearing to trigger some magical alarm that breathes life into these long dead remains. Slowly ... cautiously .... When nothing stirs, Dren edges back out of the room, planning on closing the door and spiking it shut until the ...

With Mortiganto at his back, Dren dodges into the crossbow room alert for danger. "At least Mortiganto and Dren have an extra door between the restless dead and them eh?" Her smirks as he dodges into the room.

Nodding to himself as much as anyone, Dren motions for the others to move up and then draws his blade before opening the door as quietly as possible.

Guesturing to the bricked up door, Dren silently shakes his head and wags his finger dismissively.

He then mimes listening to the first closed door, putting his hand to his ear, before cautiously approaching it and checking for traps, before listening.

No worries boss ..... Glad to have you back.

Sorry folks, was away without internet access. Back in the swing now ....

I'll be abroad again at the end of July for a couple of weeks but should be able to jump on occasionally.

Moving ahead, Dren cautiously scouts ahead down the corridor, past the remains of the undead that they had laid low previously and on into the dim light ahead. Once past the area that the zombies stumbled through, he slows his progress, straining to hear any noise and edging forwards scanning the fl...

Dren nods .... "Dark magic lay ahead when Dren last walked this way. Shambling corpses with witch-eyes beset us, though bright steel and strong faith bested them. On your guard friends" he states as he scouts ahead, searching for traps and listening ... Wary of the undead.

Dren takes 3 coins with a wink "Just to keep the figuring easy for the rest of you, an even 2 each that makes it"