Descending the Temple Depths

Before Albert good and well realized what Rook is doing, it's too late to take any sort of precaution. He looks down, next to him and sees Rook mess with the pressure plate and then jump away, leaving him and the captain standing in what is believed to be the danger zone. "Huh?" Is all Albert manages to say before the trap is sprung. He tries to shield his head with his arms and crouches in a sort of fetal position, unsure of what's coming next.

But the sharp pain that Albert was expecting doesn't arrive. In fact, there is no pain at all. He opens is eyes. With his head ducked down and looking at the floor, he notices more of those black tendrils crawling along the floor, originating from the trigger. This can't be good. He follows them as they reach for the dead bones. "Guys... We're going to have company! Watch out over by the door!"

He remembers Raynor's warning from the passage behind them and turns his head. More black tendrils head towards the passageway. "More are coming from behind us. Get the ones by the door, I'll try and fend off the ones behind." He looks over at Asha a few steps away and then at Dirk near the side of the room. "Asha, Dirk, I think the time has come to use those glowing blades." Then he heads back along the 'safe' path to the room's entrance and awaits the oncoming danger with gritted teeth.

Dirk quickly turns around to see the two mossy skeletons. With his machete drawn, he says; "Heh, looks like the dead are gonna try to get revenge on me after years of disturbing their slumber." They're going to be easier to manage if they're separated.

Dirk attempts to distract one of the skeletons away from the other one by taunting it and waving his machete around. "Hey you there! Yeah you! The one with the mushroom coming out your nose-hole! Come over here and let me chop it off!"

As Albert heads to the path they came from, he gets a better view of those tendrils on the ground. They look fainter and more stretched out here. Hmm, probably means the threat is less dangerous or farther away. Just at that moment he hears Dirk's taunt. He turns to look and sees one of the skeletons by the door rush towards Dirk with great speed, the dark tendrils pulsing like black veins across its bones. Oh crap, that thing looks angry! He decides to change tactics and heads towards Dirk, He might still get there in time to help out.

Oh snap! Dirk breathes in deep to hold his breath while dodging the skeleton's attack. I'll wait until it's safe for me to breath before I go in for the attack!

"Things are happening so fast!" Deoring thinks, the grinding sound and the plink of the trap being sprung echoing in his mind as he sees several other skeletons coming to life. "Ahh, what the…?" he wonders.

His head snaps around at the sound of Dirk’s taunting. He watches, wide-eyed, as one of the skeletons rushes at Dirk.

Then he hears "his own" prone skeleton starting to get back up. Without another thought, he turns right back and raises his sword above his head to strike at the skeleton once again.

Deoring’s voice cracks as he tries to shout but it comes out as more of a squeak, "Oh, no, you don’t!"

Roald sees Deoring hacking at the skeleton. ''I'm coming Deoring, hold on!''
He tries to get back on his feet and suppresses a new wave of bitterness coming up from his stomach. ''rgrrlghgrl''

Albert is not fast enough to get to Dirk before the skeleton starts to attack. Luckily, Dirk is able to dodge the first assault, giving Albert some time to get to him. That spore cloud is going to be murder on my lungs. I'll try to stay at a bit of a distance. He rushes forward, using his broomstick like a spear to lodge it into the rib cage of the monster, right in between 2 ribs. If that works, he can use his staff like a lever or a crowbar to break the bones while, hopefully, staying at range. "Get away from him, you fiend!" Albert shouts at the skeleton as he attacks.

Albert prods his broomstick forward, past Dirk's waist as he dodges left. With more luck than skill, the end lodges itself between the ribs of the skeleton. He holds his breath, just in case the fungal cloud is heading his way, and yanks the broom, trying to do as much damage as possible. Hopefully breaking some of those ribs. "There is no room in Raynor's presence for the likes of you!"

Rook is fading back towards the doorway, but he stops at the door. No sign of spikes or a dead fall, but more of those walking corpses. Wonderful. He takes a moment to consider his options, then unwinds the sling from his wrist and loads it with a stone. Looking over who's engaged and who's not, he decides to target for right underneath that glowing mohawk. There's no telling if dead man keep their brains in the same place as live ones, but at least its a target He whirls the stone up to speed and whips it out.

Deoring, frustrated that he can’t seem to do anything to the skeleton with his sword, stops hacking at it. He then tries to stomp on the skeleton, after which he intends to sheath the sword.

"Nice one Albert!" Dirk uses the opportunity to breath a bit, before going in at the skeleton, taking aim at the head.

As he attacks, he yells out; "Take this you foul pile of bones and fungus!"

Deoring stomps on the skeleton to keep it from rising up. The skeleton is knocked back to the floor with a loud thud.

Deoring’s big grin lasts for just a second as he suddenly realizes his boot is now covered in dark gunk.