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["A horrid and treacherous creature. We're lucky it kept up its end of the bargain. Such beings are quite difficult to slay if the stories are to be believed. Sir Ebonwall had to use an ensorcelled blade that was said to be its only weakness to vanquish the lich of the Wailing Keep. We lack anything so powerful."]

     Thedrin also let out a breath, not having realized how long he had held it in waiting for the lich to depart. "A horrid and treacherous creature. We're lucky it kept up its end of the bargain. Such beings are quite difficult to slay if the stories are to be believed. Sir Ebonwall had to use an ensorcelled blade that was said to be its only weakness to vanquish the lich of the Wailing Keep. We lack anything so powerful." He said, looking at the now inert circle. "I guess we should go outside and see if any of the zombies escaped the lich's spell."

["It was won in combat with its original owner."]

     "It was won in combat with its original owner." Replied Thedrin with a continuing look at the lich.  "An undead that fell before us." Replied Thedrin with a little extra punctuation. "Now, you've held up the first half of your bargain... The second?" He said, with a motion to the portal as if to urge the creature along.

["Now remember, you made an oath."]

     No other volunteers stepping forward, Thedrin looks back to the lich. "Now remember, you made an oath." He said as he edged forward up to the outer edge of the circle. Never taking his eyes off the lich, he scratched away part of the ring with the tip of his sword.

["An oath?"]

     "An oath?"  Inquired Thedrin with a narrowed gaze. He was unsure how honorable a lich might be and instinctively distrusted the vile creature but... even the most notoriously nefarious houses of Albion were afforded the right to swear a binding oath. He sighed and relented. "I guess we have no choice. As loath as I am to trust this creature, an oath made under parlay is to be respected and honored. No matter who, or what makes it. So then... who wants to do it?" He finished on a somewhat apprehensive note and looked to the others. Even with his mind made up he was deeply unsettled at the idea of freeing the lich.

["Onward and upward then?"]

     The passage continues for quite some time, snaking its way through the earth for what feels like more than a mile before you come to a short ladder leading up to the underside of a closed trapdoor. Alak looks up at the hatch. "Onward and upward then?"

["A bargain? Why would we bargain with you? You're villainous to the core I'm sure. How else did you get trapped in here in the first place?"]

     "A bargain? Why would we bargain with you? You're villainous to the core I'm sure. How else did you get trapped in here in the first place?"

["What are you up to then?"]

     "What are you up to then?" Asked Thedrin, not lowering his guard at all. In all the stories, the heroes had some magic weapon to use against such a fell creature and his old sword, while well made, was surely mundane in origin. Meaning that their heroic band was likely no match for the beast. "Are you the one that controlled the ogre? What do you need with the magic crystals?"

["You're a lich! Just like in the story of sir Ebonwall."]

     Thedrin was struck with the memory. "You're a lich! Just like in the story of sir Ebonwall." He looked at the circle and noted the effect it had on the lich. "And... You're trapped aren't you?"

[This dice roll has been tampered with!]

     Thedrin scrutinized the being and held his sword at the ready. There was something familiar about it that he was trying to remember. He focused his attention on the creature, then its diadem, and finally the circle surrounding it.

[info] Knowledge (Religion) to try and identify the lich. This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 1d20+4 : 14 + 4, total 18

Detect Evil in the lich, it's diadem, and the circle[/info]

["More crystals... well judging by the minion's knowledge and skill, I think the one that dominated that ogre is still at large. I say we look deeper into the mine to find them and maybe some more satisfying answers. If everyone is ready?"]

     "More crystals... well judging by the minion's knowledge and skill, I think the one that dominated that ogre is still at large. I say we look deeper into the mine to find them and maybe some more satisfying answers. If everyone is ready?" Asked Thedrin as he raised his shield and motioned to the further passage.

["Not sure... some kind of enchantment perhaps that ensures their servants hold their tongue? Such things were popular in Albion a long time ago when the noble houses were less civilized and direct assaults by armsmen were more common. I wouldn't be surprised if such barbaric spells were still in use here."]

     "Not sure... some kind of enchantment perhaps that ensures their servants hold their tongue? Such things were popular in Albion a long time ago when the noble houses were less civilized and direct assaults by armsmen were more common. I wouldn't be surprised if such barbaric spells were still in use here."  Said Thedrin with a frown at the charred corpse. "Perhaps there is something in the crates." 
[info] Perception to check the crates and the room in general, taking 20 if possible.[blockquote]Rolled 1d20 : 14, total 14[/blockquote][/info]

["Water!"]

     "Water!" Shouts Thedrin as he draws his wand to try and prevent the man from succumbing to the flame.

Wand of Cure Light Wounds on Cultist[blockquote]Rolled 1d8+1 : 2 + 1, total 3[/blockquote]

["A pity... A member of the clan would have been a better ransom and a more glorious feat."]

     "A pity... A member of the clan would have been a better ransom and a more glorious feat." Said Thedrin, continuing to look at the ring. "Well then, what is your purpose here? Are you the one who raised the dead? Where did the ogre come from? Is your house allied with some ogre tribe? Under the code of chivalry I promise you no harm as long as you answer us truthfully."

["As you can see. You are at our mercy."]

     "As you can see. You are at our mercy."  He stated as he stood. "You bear the crest of his MacArtain. Are you a member of the house or merely sworn to their service?" He said as he held up the ring with a mildly interested look.

[info] Diplomacy[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+10 : 14 + 10, total 24[/blockquote][/info]

["You there, awaken!"]

     Thedrin tended to Cecelia with his wand before turning to the captured mage. He took off his gauntlet and then his soft leather underglove. Crouching in from of the tied up mage he slapped the mage with the underglove. "You there, awaken!"

[info] Wand of Cure Light Wounds on self [blockquote]Rolled 1d8+1 : 6 + 1, total 7[/blockquote]Cecelia[blockquote]Rolled 1d8+1 : 2 + 1, total 3[/blockquote][/info]