Nimue - Sept 29
An adventurer came in while we were running through the barrow with the skeletons right behind us. Hord, a dwarf fighter, offered to help. But the skeletons swarmed us before he could get to us. Luckily they swung wide, except one who broke Bancroft's shield. We dashed out the door, Anister dropping his shield for Bancroft to pick up. The skeletons didn't chase us outside, which was a relief. We headed back to town to rest up and recovery spells and prayers. Ulsted decided to come back out with us. He's made of sterner stuff than most torch bearers.
Charlotte had a hankering to see the far off barrow with pillars in the northeast, but we decided to check out where we were before to see if the skeletons were still there, and maybe see what's down the hallway. As we got to the barrow, a group of people in purple arcane robes walked by, noses in the air. Elitist, stuck up assholes.
Bancroft and Anister walked into the skeleton room. Skeletons crawled out after Anister hit one with an arrow. Charlotte broke her sling. Magic missile failed me. So it was all Bancroft and Anister. But Turn Undead failed Bancroft, and from experience, they couldn't fight four hardened skeletons, so we all ran again, and again, they stopped chasing us at the entrance to the barrow. We went back to town. The innkeeper is giving us weird looks, because we're back so soon every day.
Ulsted abandoned us, so we hired a fighter, Arforth. He says he talks to the dead. This should be interesting. Anister scared off some stirges. The skeletons didn't cooperate even with Anister shooting at them. So we started searching, in order to get them to crawl out. A pack of giant rats came up, and Anister threw some bones behind them. They chased the bones down the hall. We finished our search without skeletons animating, and Anister found a small bag of coins.
Bancroft, Anister and Charlotte checked the formerly walled up alcove. Alforth was supposed to be guarding, but we were suddenly swarmed by stirges. Some guard he is. One stuck in me . . .