Round 15 Transcript

At The base of a crumbling stone tower, the pressure shifts from waiting to immediate risk. The ward answers the party's presence with a fresh pulse through the stone and no one can mistake it for safety. The nearest sign of danger is now Skeletons: Undead remnants of the tower's original defenders, now animated by dark magic to endlessly guard their ancient home.. Someone has to answer that change now.

I can feel it too—something's changed in this place since we last came here. The ward isn't just decaying, it's being fed. Those skeletons aren't shambling anymore; they're moving with purpose, coordinated. Merrin, keep that crossbow ready but don't fire unless absolutely necessary. Varrika, signal the others to hold formation and stay quiet. We need to map their patrol routes first before we commit to anything. Halie, I'll try to trace this fresh magic pulse upstairs. If something's directing these undead now, it might be worth knowing where its command center is before we stumble into it. If we're not lucky... well, let's hope Halie's light can handle whatever comes at us.

I approach carefully, my heavy mace in hand. The weight of this place presses down—something foul and hungry living beneath the stone. Merrin, keep your crossbow ready but don't fire without a clear threat. Jeane, can you sense what's feeding this thing? We need to know what we're dealing with before it notices us.