Talison and Darrin both push on the door, lifting it up from the ground just as the water level begins to rise up another few steps, getting awfully close to the halfway point. Lorawyn, shaking her head to rid herself of the fog from her concussion, pushes past the Skeleton trying to swipe again at her with its weapon, and begins to raise onto her toes as she half-wades, half-swims, the water beginning to make it up to her chin.
The light from Simon’s staff moves around the room, making the shadows shift massively from moment to moment, making even him fairly disoriented. He swings it across the face of the Skeleton in front of him, a muted crack not getting very far as the rushing of water drowns it out. The Skeleton presses forward, forcing itself closer to Simon and bringing its head less than an inch from his, its jaw slowly hissing as it opens full. It swings the sword out, the rest of its body deathly still, and the arm comes crashing in to slice at Simon, but he brings the staff around and knocks the sword into a glancing strike, pushing the staff forward to push the skull back. He grasps his medallion and steps back, holding the shining staff up as almost a ward against the undead.
Nix, backing up near the door, staring at the Skeleton, fumbles around in her pack items shifting and clacking as the Skeleton gets closer. Lorawyn, almost unable to keep her feet on the ground now, lets herself float for a moment. She closes her eyes, breathes deeply through her nose and moves her soul to connect once again with the Feyweave. She can feel it stronger here, somehow. She asks for help, and hand in hand with it she forms a shape in her mind. Rising up slightly out of the water, Lorawyn then shoots down to the bottom with a ‘THOOM’, a huge wave of water emanating from her position and spreading quickly to the far reaches, smashing against the walls and stairs, knocking the Skeletons still in the water over. Leaping up and putting her head above the water again, Lorawyn breathes out her spell, the Feyweave acting according to her command. The water droplets on the walls and stairs quickly crystalise, snap off the stone and fly toward the Skeleton in front of Simon, crashing into its skull and spine with precision. The shards then shatter and scatter about a short ways, scratching its ribs and arms. Simon squints as a few of the shards get close, but thankfully he’d stepped back.
Nix was mostly ignoring the plight of another Skeleton while the one before her was bearing down and getting close, and not just to her but to Talison and Jila, who seemed to be making headway with the door. She had to do something, anything. Where was it? She put it- got it! As Nix grasps the cold shape in her hands, she begins quickly recanting the invocation she memorised this morning from her tome, never skipping a beat, hitting every syllable. She breathes quickly, forcing the words out of her mouth faster and faster, still clear and perfectly enunciated; they had to be for this to work. As she ends the incantation the Skeleton gets within a few feet. She coils her left hand into a ball, then opens it into a circle shape with her fingers closing the loop. Her verbal component finishes, her movements perfected as the Skeleton’s face moves towards hers, inches away, and hisses. “Oh, no you don’t!” she whispers through clenched teeth as she pulls her right hand out of her pack and pushes the small gemstone through the circle her left hand made, and as it passes through it seems to disappear, and out the other end shoots a small ball of compressed air, thundering out from her hand quick as an arrow. It strikes the spine of the Skeleton and thrusts it back several feet, and as it falls to the ground you see its left arm snap cleanly at the forearm. The thunderous sound of her spell briefly overshadowed the roar of the flooding chamber, hiding the sound of the door scraping upwards.
Talison now has his fingers under the door, having lifted it from half an inch to a solid foot above the ground. The door is heavy, however, and he’s not sure how long he can hold it. Jila stands by him, holding the door too. Darrin stands back and admires his role in lifting the door.
Korik, Adrik and Bennet, upon hearing the thunder boom nearby, edge ever forward, slower now as Korik prepares himself for danger, edging more and more into the tightening crevice. But lo, some light at the end, and Korik can see that the chamber ahead some 20 feet is a a large cavern, likely naturally formed, with an opening to the world above formed by a crack in the ground, roughly formed. The chamber holds the roaring sound of the water, likely its source, but he’s still too far back to see properly.
Roll initiative (1d20 + Dexterity bonus). What do you do?
There are four skeletons remaining. Two at the base of the nearby stairwell, one halfway to the middle of the room, and one that Nix blasted. The one in front of Simon, while still standing, is now inert and unmoving.