Chapter 2 - Red Larch, continues

In a hushed tone, Balak whispers to the group: Someone with magic, make sure this guy is telling us the truth! If he is, I say we rush the bastard in the next room. I'll bust the doors open and rush in, if you all think 'tis a good idea.

A fine plan, my dear Balak! If you would like me to set up an ambush, similar to the way we dealt with that necromancer in the cave, I can disguise myself as old Baragustas here with a very convincing likeness. Otherwise I'll just stand behind you and demoralize Larrakh with my cutting wit.

"Magic? You don't need magic to tell that." Xella goes over to the man and takes a good look at his face. "Seems like an honest face if I ever saw one."

Balak also tries to determine the man’s motives and intentions.

So no subtlety, then? Just kicking down the door?

Subtlety will not help us against this one. Let’s finish him and go home.

We can keep him alive and question him if you think it would help.

Balak grasps his hammer and shield, and he’s tired, but he steps forward towards the door, ready to rush in.

And sir, there’s only one man in there? That seems like a large cavern. What do you fear from him, exactly?

Well, now that makes more sense. Alright lady ‘n gents, I’ll rush up and bash ’im, and you do your magic thing. You all ready?

Balak cracks his neck, then braces himself at the door.

Ready! Dazzle assures Balak as he backs away from the door.

Oh yes, very ready. Felicia says with the same cruel smile spreading over her face.

I'm ready...lets do this.

Balak waits patiently for Xella and Alyx to indicate their readiness before charging into such a large space against a mage.

When the others signal their readiness, you open the door.

An enormous chamber with a twenty-foot ceiling has been carved out of the rock here. A lighted lantern rests on the floor near the center of the room. An odd array of stone monoliths—some upright standing stones, and others arranged in three-stone arches—stand around the chamber. Six low stone slabs are set against the walls around the perimeter of the room. Each holds humanoid bones, dressed in scraps of tattered cloth and rusted iron.

When you enter, a man in splintmail with a glaive peeks from behind a monolith and begins to cast a spell.

Initiative please.

If you beat Larrakh, go ahead and act.

Alyx casts Firebolt... Doing 1 point of damage.