Jones manages to defy logic and shank a skeleton to death.
"No! I still had...so much to live for..." it says, and collapses.
Darius (23)
Jones (19)
Zin (16)
Sledge (14)
Skeleton (12)
Festrog (8)
The skeleton staggers, but stands strong.
The remaining skeleton contains to take whacks at Darius.
But misses on both occasions.
"Bugger it all."
The Festrog keeps attacking Jones.
But seems far more interested in getting back to his meal. Poor thing's heart really isn't in it.
"You know, they say inside every man is a skeleton just waiting to get out. How many more times do I need to hit you before yours can stop skullking around in there?"
Darius growled louder as his Feral Nature kicks in, one of a cornered Wolf. The crimson streak in his fur seems to grow slightly as Darius' maw comes down
Darius crushes the skeleton's neck with his teeth, and then shakes until the bones all fall to the ground.
"No! I still had so many bones to pick with the living..."
Z moves up and begins to close some of Darius' wounds,
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Jones shish-kebabs the Festrog.
Jones skewers the Festrog, dropping the poor beast with a pair of well aimed thrusts.
Make a third Fort save please.
Darius holds his body up roughly a feral and slightly confused face at Zin's action. His wounds sear as the fire witch's essence burned the lacerations close. He takes a step back assessing the situation, giving Zin a narrowed stare. " Thank you, but why did you heal me knowing I could do so.. myself? You could easily use it to burn more enemies. Is Sledge fine.. he hasnt moved in a while. "
Darius began to heal himself while looting the corpses.
Sledge flexes real hard and manages to bust the enchantment.
The curate has the same stuff as the last one.
The skeletal champions each bear a heavy steel shield, a Breastplate, and a Masterwork Longsword.
F4 is a simple homestead.
In the middle of the room is a whispering way cultist with a terribly large bite taken out of its abdomen, and three crushed skeletons, gently smoldering.
Sledge searches the bodies.
There is another holy symbol Urgathoa (this one made of steel), a sickle, and a spell component pouch.
"Let's keep moving."
" Ofcourse.. We don't want to give them anymore time. "
A large open forge stands in the far corner of this building,surrounded by deep stone basins and next to a huge black anvil atop a bench. Another workbench, laid with metalworking tools, polishing stones, and dried oilcloths, partitions the forge area from the remainder of the room. Two doorways exit through the wall opposite the forge.
There is nothing of interest here.
In the next shop are hundreds of candles lining a shelf, many of them burned down to mere lumps of tallow and wax.
Half-completed candles on iron rods are suspended above kettles, and a spool of thread lies on a nearby table.
Jones, Sledge, and Zin hear the sound of marching feet approaching.
Jones looks for something to hide behind so he can get the drop on whoever's coming.
Sledge hunkers down by the door, ready to attack whoever enters.
Everyone gets the faint sense of being choked, but otherwise nothing happens.
The kettles of tallow begin glowing bright red hot.
Darius frowns, " Its a haunt! Though I'm not sure which kind. We can usual use positive energy... or one of these siphons. I'm Checking the door there might be persons outside or it is all the haunt. " Darius said as he did so.
There is nobody outside. The sound of marching footsteps (which Darius cannot hear) does not seem to be getting closer or farther.
" I thought there was something outside.. otherwise why would you all get near the door? "
Darius will use a haunt siphon when he can then.. as we dont have channels.
"We could just leave, y'know. There doesn't seem to be any treasure here."
Nonetheless, Sledge will check for treasure.
" I'd rather not leave a Haunt that could kill an innocent who may walk inside this place as it is being repopulated. That is called irresponsibility. "
Unless Sledge is interested in candles, nothing of value is here.