I had a lot of fun playing the main encounter with you guys. Three weeks off coupled with a lot of listening to 4e campaigns via podcast left me a little disoriented in regards to mechanics but you guys did a great job.
Ok, so the session begins with Oban cautiously opening the creaky hatch to the roof to discover a small balding man huddled over some bone piles deep in concentration. He doesn’t notice Oban nor does he notice Kefra and Zarain sneak up through the hatch to position themselves on the tower roof.
The spell complete, the bone piles rise to form skeletons. The man’s head also rises and he recognizes Oban. He tries to convince the others to help bind Oban but Kefra replies with a charge and bravely (?) faces the three skeletons. Zarain charges left and immediately obliterates one minion. Beryn warns the group that he has successfully woken up ALL the skeletons in the tower and that they are coming for them. Oban charges around Zarain and the fallen skeleton to go for Beryn, for that is the man – a little man of little repute that acted as secretary / administrator in Harrowport.
Kefra falls but is revived by Oban after Beryn is knocked unconscious and the final skeleton is laid low.
While Zarain and Oban stay with Beryn, Kefra explores below and discovers Beryn spoke truly – evidence of bone piles along the various floors show they were on their way up. She also discovers the shard in the basement.
Finally, Ardan rejoins the group having injured himself in a reckless (but successful!) attempt to distract the skeletons back when the group was trying to get in.
When Kefra reveals the shard to the group a burst of magical energy emits from the shard and the party’s hit points are restored (equivalent to a long rest) and they get to level up! Now our newly minted level 2 players are on top of the tower with an unconscious Beryn, a limping but otherwise ok Ardan and the entire plains in their view as the skies darken for night.
Kefra pets the cat in her lap. “I don’t know what came over me, Cinder, charging at him like a loopy. I had meant to do it while he was preoccupied with his chanting, before those poxy skeletons clattered their bones together and rose up afore us. Well, I think I learned a lesson there. Best stick to the shadows.”
Kefra looks up to the sky and says. “Selune bless Zarain for stopping the one from killing me after I fell and bless Oban for his gift of healing.”
She rummages in her backpack and pulls out a small, flat, concave stone about the size of her palm and sets it on the stone floor. She pours some water into it and whispers, “Dear Moonmaiden, watch over us all tonight and guide us back safely in the morning.” She touches her fingers to her chest, her lips, and then her forehead where they linger for a moment.