I, as quietly as I can untrained in stealth, make my way back to the stairs. Looking down over the rail I see three people. Two males firing crossbows out the front door and a single woman in white robes doing what appears to be a prayer. A white blaze of fire erupts from the front door. Obviously they are fighting things but what.
I snake my way down to the second floor and see what they are fighting. A horde of zombies and skeletons shamble into the door. A slight fear runs through me at the sight. I forgo stealth and just rush to the first floor. As I move, skipping stairs as I go, there is a scream of no and a womanly scream. Just as I hit the bottom stair I can see a zombie who has knocked the priest to the floor and is about to attack again. I react instinctually throwing out a bolt of eldritch death. It hits the zombie square on the chest blowing a hole straight through as it falls dead again.
"Bar the door!"
I yell out to the two more adept fighters and they grunt in response. They don't stop to do what I asked only continue fighting. A deep sigh escapes my lips. The priest breaths deep and utters a prayer, more white fire erupts under a skeleton nearby us. In irritation I fling out my hand and blast one of the fighters enemies.
"BAR. THE. DOOR."
At that order the newly available fighter realizes what I mean and rushes the door. Trying to shut it against the small horde. The priest and I blast and use the white flame to try and help the second fighter. As soon as he is free he helps shut the door. They bar and lock it and for a moment there is a scratching and banging at the door.
The group looks at me. My yellow grungy cloak and leather armor. Light brown hair and striking green eyes that nearly glow in the dark. Its clear they weren't expecting me to be here. The first male the speaks is human. Somewhat dark skin, bald and with a stern face. He is wearing what looks to be a rugged cape over his heavy chain mail armor. His longsword sheathed but still ready.
"Who are you? I... we know you don't live here."
I sigh and run my hand through my hair. The priest woman, an obvious cleric with faint pale skin and pretty elven face, scolds the first male.
"Perhaps it would be less rude to introduce yourself first...in fact.... thank you kind ser... I am... priestess verica."
The man grunts.
"Rathorford."
Big sigh from me again.
"I... im... uh... richard. And I'm here because some kids said there was a monster here and a baby..."
The man narrows his eyes but doesn't say anything.
"Oh... im axe"
My eyes dart to the last male in exactly the same attire as the first. After introductions we gingerly make our way to the third floor again. I show them the broken furniture and they don't seem to believe they came alive.
We open the last door of the main third floor area into a bedroom. As soon as we enter a purple skeletal woman appears.
