"We can focus on blasting walls down later! We need to go back and retrieve my things!" Lynda says, distraught. "Even if not for the sake of my own belongings, but for the fact that the Sword of Sylaire is one of those things!"
"You should be able to get them to flee if you channel energy through your holy symbol. Well, we both can, but right now, I believe you're powerful enough to destroy them should the need arise. Positive energy should hurt them as well. It's the opposite of how I heal my undead with spells that would damage the living. Cast spells that would heal the living on them, and you should be able to harm them."
Being from the third world, I reserve the right to speak in the third person.
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Mid-day turned to late afternoon as the party stood outside the tower debating what to do. No one was too thrilled with the idea of entering a tower full of wraiths, but they all knew someone would have to go in there if they were going to get the Sword of Sylaire.
"Alright." Lynda says firmly. "Please, recover the sword. If possible, try and regain my equipment. I'd hate to be left weaponless because of my foolish curiosity."
Lynda stays behind with the baby as The others enter the tower. They don't see any wraiths on the stairs. A bit of searching is done on the way up but it doesn't turn up any secret passages. The party arrives in the throne room and can see the wraiths moving around int he room through Lynda's hole.
As Voulton shakes his fist, the shrieks and cries of wraiths can be heard coming from withing the room. Tammytharn is almost certain the shrieks were due to her turning and not Voulton's fist shaking. But you never know. No more wraiths could be seen flying around in the secret room then.
Tammytharn looks in to see two wraiths starring at the hole in awe. The ambient light of the room reveals Lynda's things directly below the hole. Tammytharn can tell that she won't be able to get at the stuff without crawling through the hole first.
