Okay...I'm slightly confused. I thought everyone was upstairs except for Lesh; guess not 
We'll roll with it!
Computer +1 wrote: ↑Sun Dec 18, 2022 1:40 am
Yeah, well, Ol’ Cholms got a hold of Sticks and took him down to the deeps. I think the Faithless was too distraught about the whole thing that they all cleared off. Me crew and Diamonds was having a drink when the whole thing went down.. He pauses for a moment before doing something stupid.
I could tell ya the full tale over a ale if yer interested. Errr my Lady.
Lady Wen smiles, looks down at her feet, then back up at Yarl.
"Sounds like a plan, and I know just the place: The Bold Weasel, just a few streets from here. Close enough to get back in a hurry if we need to. How about 6ish?"
Lady Wen nods and looks around the room at the wounded.
"Ol' Cholms...I always thought that was a rumor. You never know, do you?"
And she walks off, to be replaced by
Trueshot, who is sporting several bandages.
"Alright boss. I guess we did what we set out to do. A little vengeance...costly, but worth it."
Fingers walks over,
"Yeah, so what's the plan now? How we gonna pay for all this healing? After getting burned out and all, do we have a stash of coin somewhere?"
The big man sighs and sucks his teeth.
"Shame about Judas. That fucker owed me 10 gold...guess...well, he'll need it for the ferryman, eh boss?" He sniffs and Yarl can see the seasoned Rat is red-eyed and trying to hold it together.
In the Lower Mausoleum...
The mausoleum is eerily quiet.
Bobb and
Keever offer to stay with
Lesh and the trio stand on the platform just inside the door. The lanterns continue to burn, driving back the darkness of the tomb. For several minutes, the only sounds are the breathing of the guards and the distant dripping of water. Then...softly at first but growing louder...comes a rustling sound somewhere past the rubble in the southern corridor. Lesh is the first to hear it, but soon it is loud enough for Bobb and Keever to make it out as well.

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Appearing around the corner of the rubble are creatures of darkness! Two of them, possibly more, hover for a moment and then move forward, jumping from bier to bier. They are coming for you!
Bobb gasps and Keever literally screams like a frightened child! From behind them,
Ambergris steps up alongside of Lesh and gets a good look at the undead abominations coming at them, hissing and clawing the air, ready to rend flesh and spirit! Sizzling bolts of darkness fly from their fingertips as they charge, missing Ambergris and Lesh, and Bobb too, but Keever takes one directly to the chest! He screams again as he falls down, hugging himself against the pain!
(Initiative and actions!)
Rolls:
Bobb & Keever initiative: [1d20]=6
Wights initiative: [1d20+2]=20+2=22
Grave bolt: [1d20+5]=4+5=9 [1d20+5]=5+5=10
Grave bolt: [1d20+5]=9+5=14 [1d20+5]=16+5=21