Evil Invaders

Beneath the dampened soil lies a terror from the past
The rotting corpses of the damned where evil has been cast
A deathly curse surrounding all the ancient graves and tombs
The time has come the time is now: release unearthly doom

Lightning strikes over head, lighting up the hills behind the mausoleum. You trudge through the grave-littered woods to the edge of the plain, the open ground you must cross to the larger necropolis.

The lightning strikes the middle of the field, dirt exploding upwards. In the middle, a hundred yards before you, a swirling form of hate fueled fire and ash rises, a vaguely humanoid creature with no body but animated flame and smoke.

And it sees you.

"Oh hello! We got some flaming company up ahead. Hahahaha." An evil laugh screams past his bloody teeth as the lightning glances off his gory axe, and he makes his way slowly forward, looking like a gruesome apparition from some kind of heavy metal horror video.

Hermod draws his sword and on cue falls in just behind Pike, rhyme of his pace matching the build up in a imaginary sound track. Ready for action.

Strux's eager trot begins to substantially slow down, until Pike and Hermond are in front of him. He then slowly begins to slip out of line, away from the torch.
"Yewmph.. Barbeque tasty, but not when Strux barbeque. Lemme just..walk in the shadows."
He said and vanished in plain sight without another warning.

Viv sees the figure of flame and hate appear in a bolt of lightning, when suddenly the greedy goblin ahead of her simply vanishes into thin air. She growls and continues to move forward, taking her cues from the madman and fellow hellion ahead of her.

Alright, it's a hundred yards ahead of you. If you want to mosey up on it in a vee-formation snapping your fingers and rattling your motorcycle chains, that's wicked. But in the event that some of you might want to exercise some long range firepower, give me a shout out, otherwise, we will clash like a mosh pit.

Ash is not keen to dance with a ball of fire, so he closes the gap by half the distance behind the others, but awaits to see how this is going down.

Pike still advances. He's not one much for throwing axes even though he would in a pinch. He likes to feel, hear and see his axe split a skull in two.

You storm together and collapse like a mob and a much smaller mob - - of one. You enter melee distance.

I'll grant you all the cohesion to act gankingly and you get initiative. Act in whatever order you post, and if you prefer to go after the others, just say so and I'll resolve your actions in an order that is appropriate.

Hidden in the shadows while his comrades were getting within range of the flaming mofo, Strux emerges from behind it - his eyes gleaming with malice.
"For shinies! Your guts my glory!"

[ +- ] Dirty Deeds

• Sneak Attack: Once per turn, you can sneak attack one creature with a finesse or ranged weapon if you have advantage on the attack roll or if one of your allies is within 5 feet of the target. You deal an extra +1d6 damage on a hit. For every three levels you possess, your sneak attack damage increases by +1d6 (+2d6 at 3rd level, +3d6 at 6th, +4d6 at 9th). You can’t use this ability if you have
disadvantage on the roll.

"Ok flame boy. You're going down to the hell you came from."

Pike is slowly swinging the bloody axe, smacking his chest with his other fist, shrieking at the top of his lungs.

Viv roars, as they attack the fireman, but hesitates she own attack to see if her mates' weapons actually damage the thing before launching forward to gore the enemy with her bloody poleaxe.

Ash switches to his crossbow, as the others close on the being of flame and fires from fifty feet out.

Strux appears from the darkness and stabs his rapier deep into the creature, as Ash's crossbow hits it square in the chest.

Hermod and Pike gank it simultaneously, Pike swinging wide through the burning vapours, but Hermod striking square. The enflamed being shrieks once and then disperses like burning leaves blown about by the wind.

Vivv, cautious but ready, holds back as she sees her companions patting sudden burns on their skin from the intense heat.

Combat is over. Ganking accomplished.

Strux, Hermod, and Pike each take 3 damage from intense heat (unless you have an immunity).

"Nyeh! That stings. And it left no shinies behind! Or a thigh for the matter..." said Strux grumpily and proceeded down the path towards the mausoleum.

"Damn it! Ouch!" But the pain of being burned doesn't halt Pike in his quest to become rich beyond anyone's imaginings. "Let's get this show on the road already."

"Damn. That burns. But at least the thing have vanished" Hermod says smoking coming out from his long blond hair. It smells bad.

You continue through the darkness, drawn by the strange lights in the necropolis mausoleum. Around you, father off in the distance, you hear the groans of the dead, clawing and tearing their way from their graves. The few you come across are weak, and fall easily to your blades. Alone they are no threat, but in numbers it would be a grim affair.

You press onward to the mausoleum. Standing proud in the night, again lit by some fel glow, you approach the entrance. A yawning maw. Within, the richest of the duchy have been buried. Their funerary gifts and possessions could be a wealth untold.

The doorway is wide enough for one at a time. Who goes in first?

"Should we draw straws for first in?" Pike asks, only partially joking as he smiles through a bloody shit-eating grin. "We'll be right behind ya."