Story I: The Rift

"Careful!" Pyrrah half shouts as she makes a lunge for Baric instinctively, whether or not she's in range, sword dangling from her other hand.

After blasting the grasping hand Ameera signals Zubie off he shoulder with a wave and gets down on her belly to extend a hand to Baric. "Come on, get out of there before something grabs you by the beard."

Erran stares blankly as Seraph explains his usefulness to the group, and tries to put together the idea of a weapon having a moral code, much less, a noble one.

A look of concern washes over Erran's face as the cracking of the structure pierces the conversation, "Yes, now would be a splendid time to get going," and attempts to make his way over the slanted ground to the platform ahead, taking care and supporting himself with his hands when needed.

Not my beard, you don't!With a final, rough kick, Baric dislodges himself from the blasted undead hand and sends the top of a finger flying. A groan and a creak later the ceiling begins to collapse. Baric jumps off of a bit of the stone slope and grasps the waiting hands of his companions that help him to safety on the the platform as some larger chunks of the ceiling fall on top of the pile of undead and rubble. A shudder causes Baric to slip back for a moment before he's once again pulled onto the platform.

Come on now! How come the talking sword wasn't as dangerous to get as the mute cup?

Leaning a hand on Ameera's shoulder, he leans over, catching his breath.

Good blast there, he pants, and thank you for the save. He stands and gestures to the group. These songs will be ever better. Now to just survive long enough to sing them.

Pyrrah quickly secures the longsword on her pack and follows the rest of the group.

Ameera shifts doward the handle of handle door. "Well, I guess I am stuck opening the door again." She attempts to open the door about 6 inches and look to the other side, then wide enough to move through if it looks clear "we gotta get out of here"

"Trade me spots, if you wouldn't mind, miss. I'm sure I can grant us passage."

Should Ameera oblige, Erran will give the slightly ajar door a swift kick to the side with the handle.

"Finally, someone else willing to take on a door. Please, impress me some more."