The Beginning? Or the End?

"You can go if you want, I'll stand guard."  They wanted to leave, which she didn't particularly blame them.  The sight of their own 'dead' bodies was uncomfortable - made worse by the damp and dark graveyard and the strange feeling slowly over whelming them.  But her commitment to stay only strengthened as things got weirder.

Fog slowly began to billow in around their feet, slowly beginning to obscure their graves as well, and she couldn't quite tell if it was natural or some sort of magic.

It was the sudden, quick, movement of lots of little things all around them, none of which she could actually make out that had her reaching reflexively for her staff.  Gerhart's thoughts were probably correct, whatever was here probably wasn't friendly.  But her stubbornness knew no bounds and she thought aloud nervously.  "What if whatever it is is here for our bodies though?"  If it was she wasn't letting it take them without a fight.




Prepared spells for the day:
Thunderwave, Fog Cloud, Speak with Animals

 

Metina shudders as the air spikes and the fog descends. She nods at the mention of being prepared for the worst, as she says, "sure, but... I'm thinking the worst already happened, being corpses and all. And, I don't know what good that bow will do since her spell just kind of disappeared on the diggers. I don't see how our bows would do much difference." She readies her bow nonetheless, but keeps her eyes towards where the diggers left. She follows the creaking sound and carefully moves closer, hoping at least one of the others would follow behind.

Gerhart tried to follow the figures' movements, but was unable to, "Stand still and let me get a good look at ya, ya spookies," he grumbles to himself, his trident held at the ready. Hearing the different ideas being tossed around, he voiced his own thoughts, "I agree with the cleric, I'd bet they're after our spirits. I doubt graves are open long enough for scavengers to regularly come a knocking." He narrows his eyes, growling, "And I'll be damned if I let any but Shigyath's Heralds take mine."

Blair moves towards the closest specter placing herself in between it and the others. "We should make a three point formation with the archers in the center." Blair readies her mace, and swings for the closest specter.

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Gerhart grips his Trident in both hands, and with a loud cry, charges between Alithia and Shima to spear one of the specters. (Middle of the three on the right.)

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The first specter let's out an ear piercing screech as Gerhart's trident flies between where it's chest would have been. As he rips it from the creature's frame the ghost explodes into a white mist that quickly fades away into the shadows before them. The remaining specters charge down in vengeance of their fallen comrade. Racing forth as two reach to begin pulling escense from gerhart's form. The other two seem to slash their ghostly talons towards Metina and Shima respectively.

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1d20(Attacking Metina) 1d6  1d20 (attacking Shima) 1d6 

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The two specters seem to work together as a white ghostly light seems to peel from Gerhart's form. As they do his body seems to lose some of it's luster as his body becomes transparent just as it did when he touched the medallion previously. This drain brings him down to one knee in a sudden bit of exhaustion.

The other two ghosts' claws strike true as one rakes across Shima's stomach, while the other only manages to clip across Metina's shoulder.

Just as it seemed the ghosts had made their mark in the fight Blair, Shima, and Alithia's attacks ring out. Blair's mace shattering the ghost as she charged into battle. Alithia's shaft disappearing as it sunk into the space where the ghost's heart might have been once. And lastly Shima's attack disappates the ghost with hardly a single swing. Her attack ringing out through the air as the ghost screams in pain. In turn each ghost dissolving as did the first. 

[Effects]
Gerhart: -3 Hp, your current maximum health is reduced by 3.
Metina: -1 Hp
Shima: -3 Hp1d20+2·1d4·1d20+2·1d4·1d20·1d6·1d20·1d6·1d20+5

Though her staff had landed true one of he little monsters had gotten a piece of her too, and as the spirit poofed into oblivion Shima took a moment to regard her wound.  Pain rippled through her stomach causing her to step back and groan a little but no blood could be seen, just the very unsettling fact that her she was pretty sure she looked more transparent then she had been before. 

Her lashing out against the gravedigger had done next to nothing, but her attack on the spirit had landed true.  She couldn't touch things and now.. look how she could see right through her arm.  The pieces were falling more unpleasantly together, but she had no real clue what to do about said information.

Well monsters first, comtemplation later.  Fingers gripping her staff tightly, the urshine glanced around hunting for any more spirits that might be trying to sneak up on them.


Prepared spells for the day:
Thunderwave, Fog Cloud, Speak with Animals