Beer and pretzles roleplaying

Heading down into an undead hell

Working our way into the layer cake

After some time contemplating the pool and finishing up my last journal entry we split up the party to pursue two separate objectives. Fliet and Jared headed off to town to talk with the astrologer concerning the unusual goings on in the area and the significance of the undead cults we have been encountering. The rest of us decided to head down a level and try to make out what is down there. Little did we know it was going to be a very eventful day. We crept down the stairs to the next level and we heard some shuffling noises off to the hallway on our left. We had to pull out the torch to brighten the darkness that was complete without it. We crept into the room and zombies began to emerge from the ruble in the room. We quickly sprang into action and cut down the undead creatures quickly. One thing about zombies is they lack the ability to get out of the way of your strikes. Having a Paladin with you while you are smashing the undead is great. The short fight ended and we moved on after Patrin purified the mains of the stinking zombies. Just beyond this room were two doors and we decided to press on. It entered into a cross shaped cathedral chamber. We were just a little way in and I forged ahead thinking if there was trouble I could spur Ginders on to get out of there fast if need be. It was just a short while and the standing statues lining the length of the room opened up and skeletons emerged to fight with us. We began to fight and it was not long before we realized we were getting mobbed as more and more skeletons emerged from the statues. Patrin being the expert in such things ran the length of the room and made his way to the alters in the room. He made some quick decisions and bang the skeletons resolved when he prayed to the appropriate gods. That was a great bit of thinking and we all breathed a sigh of relief. At the end of the hall another set of doors presented themselves to us. We moved through them and entered a burial chamber with a sarcophagus at the other end. Carved into the top was the likeness of a paladin warrior. The door slid open and the remains of the paladin shambled to life. Soon the undead creature began to speak and explained to us that he was the protector of the keep. He began to grill us on our worthiness to clear out the evil in the place and to maintain the seal the keep was erected to protect. It seems that Patrin said the right things and the undead paladin awarded him a magic sword for his oath to protect the seal. To me it seemed as though protecting the seal was in our best interests anyway. He also explained that there were some protective statues hidden in the chapel room that we should get to help us on our quest. We retrieved them and decided we could explore further into to second floor of the under keep. With a new seance of invigoration we moved on what we encountered next was quite unusual. Markings on the floor of the hallways beyond made us consciously pass through them. As we passed over the magic seals fear griped us and we ran. The symbols seemed to be some sort of alarm system and zombies arose from the corridors beyond. We got into a fight but Patrin again with his zombie killing experience put them down in short order. It seems as though the alarms activate only once per individual and some times they went off and other times they did not. We experimented with them and created a pathway through the corridors of symbols to a stairway going down beyond. We could hear voices below and we decided to set a trap of our own for them. We would lure them up and then fight them in an appropriate place upstairs.were we could not get flanked and control the corridors. Nex would be able to zap our opposition from over our shoulders. The plan worked beautifully however he realized that our opposition is tougher than anything we expected. I think we were bolstered by our earlier successes and we sorely missed having Fliet and Jared with us for this fight. I stood shoulder to shoulder with Patrin at my side controlling the hallway as Nex cured the souls of the goblins we fought beyond. We fought on even as things began to look desperate fortunately there resolve broke before ours did and we put them down. The three of us looked at each other in the cold dry air of the keep with only our hard breath to console us. We decided it would be best if we retired to the relative safety of the paladins burial chamber. So that finishes my notes and my head hurts so a bit of rest with Ginders is good. Even he is tired with his tong hanging out and that deep dog musty breath.



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