Drasven curses as he abandons all attempts to put on his armor.
Moving instead to the front of the door with his great axe in hand. Ready to slash the offending night visitor. Activing his blessings, Drasven calls upon the gods to bless him.
"Open the door and let me at it. I'll block the door as long as I can."
Windom takes a step or two back, looks at Zavar, and blinks a few times. There is a look of expected conflict.
Zavar, we have very unique guests on the doorstep. I believe they will be making their way in any moment. Here, make no hostile actions and you will stay invisible for at least ten minutes, stay safe. Drasven! Your axe would be most appreciated to greet our guests.
Windom grabs (if available) a piece of furniture, hopefully a table, and try to brace the door for a few more moments.
Is my poor knowledge religion roll high enough to identify zombies? They are my specialty, in my back ground they ate my family. Just want to know I need a slashing weapon.
Spell cast is Hide from Undead, 10 min duration.
Cassandra continues sleeping restlessly. In case a perception is required to wake from the sound of combat If not, the restless sleep continues.
Yelling.
Kendra! Kendra! Come to me quickly! Someone get me an axe, sword, something with an edge; my Morningstar is useless against these unquiet dead. Where in the name of the gods is Cassandra!? Cass! Cass!
Drasven stands by his greataxe ready to start reaping.
Drasven hold the door, I need the fireplace handaxe.
|
Skeleton A = 130' south
Skeleton B = 20' north
Kendra immediately wakes up from Windom's call and fetches the handaxe for him. "What in the gods is going on here?!? Who is trying to force open my door?!?
Her flowing red silk nightgown unintentionally reveals her soft pale bosom and long shapely legs as she hastily retrieves the weapon. The adrenaline of danger has temporarily suppressed her modesty.
One of the servants awakens and brings out a lantern. Seeing a quilt folded nicely on the couch he picks it up and wraps it around Kendra's shoulders. He senses the urgency in your eyes and fetches Cassandra without speaking a word and then wakes the two other servants.
"Get everyone behind to safety and someone prepare to open that door before it breaks. I'll hold the line!" Drasven grunts, the dwarf ready for the action as he had already called upon his blessings to take place.
Assuming Cassandra wakes from the servants efforts to awaken her, she will pull a robe over herself, and head down stairs and position herself to open the door.
Take the hatchet and cast hide from undead on Kendra.
Stern face, as to not excite her.
Kendra, we are being attacked by restless dead. I cast a protection spell on you, do not attack them and they will not see you. If they overrun us take off and go to the church. I will keep you safe if you stand by me. Everything will be fine.
Quick inspection of the hatchet and a mock swing to gauge the balance.
Windom nods at the dwarf and throws away the table he was using to help brace the door, he then pulls the doors open and falls back to where Drasven is. With some mirth in his voice.
Excellent dwarf craftsmanship on the fortifications sir, most appreciated.
"It still wasn't enough. I need good stone. Now let's go welcome our visitors and explain why late night visits are frowned upon." Drasven Smirks as he brings up his axe, blades glinting wickedly in the light.
Setting his legs slightly wider Drasven readies a swing.
|
|
As the beaten door swings wide, undead Professor Lorrimor shambles through the entrance as Drasven's greataxe cleaves him and his sunken head precisely in half. His left and right side hang in mid-air for a second before collapsing to the floor. Maggots and worms fresh from the grave slither about on the clean oak floors. His silver pocket watch clinks away and rolls to Zavar's feet.
Kendra screams, FATHER!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!! She begins to faint and collapse beside Windom.
Two more zombies enter one provoking Drasven's backswing ). The zombie's torso is eviscerated from shoulder to pelvis as its large intestine track unravels on top of the undead Professor. A stench of rotten eggs explodes in the room. The last zombie steps over his undead brethren and positions himself in the northwestern corner of the room near a coat rack.
|
|
@nDevere: You run as fast as you can south toward the skeleton. It finally notices you, turns around and charges with his bony claws swiping at your eyes, moaning DIE WITH ME!
A warm sensation begins to form around your brow and crimson droplets stain your leather boots. The other skeleton chases after you as well.
Windom catches Kendra in her faint (if possible) and moves her backwards out of immediate danger behind Drasven. During the move he chuckles to himself at the size of his hatchet compared to the dwarf's giant battle scarred axe. Regardless of size his hatchet is at the ready if the undead closes in on them.
This fight is more suited for your axe my friend it would be foolish to be convinced otherwise. I am at the ready incase of any surprises.
He readjusts his grip on the fainted Kendra trying to keep her modest if possible.
|
|
@nDevere: Your fist breaks through its ribcage shattering several bones and unbalancing its attacks. The skeleton flails its claws at your head, but it aims too high as you bob and weave under both strikes. However, the trailing skeleton charges your flank and rips the flesh from your back in three distinct vertical lines.
An empty and freshly dug grave is near you. It could be yours if you just lie down and embrace death. Do you continue to fight, run or scream for help like damsel in distress?
@Windom: You successfully catch Kendra before she collapses to the ground. She feels much lighter than you expected, but she has eaten little over the past week. Or you may feel stronger in the heat of battle. Regardless, she hangs lifeless in your arms like a life-sized, beautiful porcelain doll.
Drasven eyes narrows as his first blow cleaves the body of a dear friend with its follow thru bringing down yet another.
Bringing his axe to bear, he brings it down upon he last zombie having moved to dispatch it trusting Windom to guard Kendra.
"My friend Windom, I'm not pleased to see the body of a dear friend walking once more and would like a word with my axe with the one responsible. Give me a moment and I'll join you presently."
I know it's not quite Cassndra's turn yet, but is she present in the front room where the activity is taking place?
Ahh, I missed that last one getting taken out.
Cassandra would like to inspect the fallen body of our former friend to see if there is any indication as to how he came to be unliving and here in his former home.
Drasven turns to another .
"I'll need some help with my armor, I'm pretty sure that there are others needing help. Once I put it on, I'm heading out. I'm sure that there are others needing help."
Windom gentle places Kendra on a fainting chair with a blanket, then assists Drasven with his armor.
I know you are more then able to fight these restless dead, never-the-less be careful. I am going to try and refortify this location. If you get in too deep come get me. The church would be a safer place for any in your need, the clerics should be notified if you find yourself on that side of town. Our friend is in the cemetery tonight alone could you check in on her? May the Lady of Graves guide your axe tonight.
Windom slaps Drasven on his shoulder in a friendly manner when he finishes buckling his straps. He then sets to finding something to secure the entrance way. Zavar assists looking for the tool kit and box of nails Drasven used yesterday. The two of them will nail a table to the door frame and pile heavy items behind it to help it stay secure. After the door is fixed.
We should all stay in this room for the moment, maybe the night. Quickly gather your gear, we should be ready incase more wandering dead call on us.
Windom will cover the professor with a sheet respectfully then gently wake up Kendra making sure see cannot see the entrance way with her dead father. He will softly explain to her what is going on and what we (the group) is planning. He will also inquire if she has any suggestions to help us out.
At sometime during all the prep work he will make a gleeful joke about Cassandra stating she must be a sound sleeper
His armor firmly resting on his shoulders, Drasven nods his thanks to Windom.
"Fare thee well, my friend. I'll first find our friend and send her here. It'll take some work to scour the place though I'll feel better if you make your way to the temple though I see it be a difficult task. It's time to put my axe to work and send as many of these undead back to their deserved rest."
His Axe planted on the ground as he helps them close the door from the outside, no sooner than retrieving his axe he hears the sounds of hammering. With a grin, despite them not being able to see, he salutes the house as he moves now with great purpose...........to clean up the streets.
The graveyard first.
Woe to any others in his way.
Would you like company Drasven?
"As you Please. There's enough Zombies for all of us I suspect." Drasven grunts out as he begins his walk.
"Windom my friend, would you assist me into my armor as well, so that I may accompany Drasven? Tonight is not a night for any of us to be out and about alone. We will return.
Right behind you Drasven."
With Cassandra by his side, Drasven is assured to have another trusty worthy companion as his side. Waiting for her as he guards their temporary home, Drasven leads them once Cassandra pronounces herself ready to the graveyard first.
|
|
I will not lay down with debts unpaid. nDevere strikes at each of the two creatures before stepping out of the flank.
The previously damaged skeleton's skull is separated from its body with a mighty blow and it crumples to the ground.
The other skeleton steps up after nDevere's wild swing and clawing pieces of flesh from both of her arms. You feel slightly dizzy from the loss of blood. Thankfully, your years of monastic training taught you to ignore pain and continue fighting without hindrance.
|
|
Windom gentle places Kendra on a fainting chair with a blanket, then assists Drasven with his armor.
I know you are more then able to fight these restless dead, never-the-less be careful. I am going to try and refortify this location. If you get in too deep come get me. The church would be a safer place for any in your need, the clerics should be notified if you find yourself on that side of town. Our friend is in the cemetery tonight alone could you check in on her? May the Lady of Graves guide your axe tonight.
Windom slaps Drasven on his shoulder in a friendly manner when he finishes buckling his straps. He then sets to finding something to secure the entrance way. Zavar assists looking for the tool kit and box of nails Drasven used yesterday. The two of them will nail a table to the door frame and pile heavy items behind it to help it stay secure. After the door is fixed.
We should all stay in this room for the moment, maybe the night. Quickly gather your gear, we should be ready incase more wandering dead call on us.
Windom will cover the professor with a sheet respectfully then gently wake up Kendra making sure see cannot see the entrance way with her dead father. He will softly explain to her what is going on and what we (the group) is planning. He will also inquire if she has any suggestions to help us out.
At sometime during all the prep work he will make a gleeful joke about Cassandra stating she must be a sound sleeper
The door is repaired and reinforced. Kendra wakes up an hour later, but she is not responding to any questions or even able to take care of herself physically. The servants are getting very worried and plan to call on the doctor in the morning.
|
|
His armor firmly resting on his shoulders, Drasven nods his thanks to Windom.
"Fare thee well, my friend. I'll first find our friend and send her here. It'll take some work to scour the place though I'll feel better if you make your way to the temple though I see it be a difficult task. It's time to put my axe to work and send as many of these undead back to their deserved rest."His Axe planted on the ground as he helps them close the door from the outside, no sooner than retrieving his axe he hears the sounds of hammering. With a grin, despite them not being able to see, he salutes the house as he moves now with great purpose...........to clean up the streets.
The graveyard first.
Woe to any others in his way.
Windom gears up and takes a seat next to Kendra taking a moment to notice she is semi unresponsive. He has been here before, twice, the professor helped to bring him back to a stable place but it took many weeks. Those were hard times, questioning reality, not trusting anyone, and the haunting dreams that still cripple him to this day. Kendra has a long road to traverse, he would repay the professor by holding her hand through the pain.
Windom gives directions to the house servants; warm blankets, tea, spark a fire, and a bottle of bourbon. He will get her comfortable in front of the fire, and help her sip some bourbon tea. He will talk to her all night, in a comfortable soothing voice, holding her hand waiting for her to squeeze. That he remembered was the first step out of his trance, he let someone know he was listening. He will stay the night with her while he keeps watch for phantoms. When the sun comes up the servants will get a doctor, if the city is safe.
|
|
Its skeletal hand wraps around nDevere's throat and squeezes hard. A tiny crackling followed by gurgling noise is made as you begin choking on your own blood. Join us and be reborn in darkness!
You collapse as your life force fades from existence.
Both of you see a skeleton carrying nDevere's body toward a freshly dug grave.
There are no words needed to explain his action. Seeing nDevere's limp body slung over like a sack over the skeleton's shoulder spurs the dwarf into action.
Charging in like enraged bull, Drasven swings his axe. He only needs one swing and it's needed to make it count.
Calling upon Angradd's powers, Drasven places his palm and channesl the power of his god through it, commanding nDevere's wounds to knit and close, restoring life to his companion.
"Angradd hear they servant's plea, grant thy healing power through this vessel and forge this worthy stalwart anew."
Cassandra channels positive energy to heal.
Drasven gives nDevere a one handed hug careful not to cut her with his axe.
"Мои извинения милочка, мне пришлось иметь дело с несколькими неприветствуемым гостей дома, что настояли на развлекают.
Они взяли мои шутки слишком буквально и на куски сейчас. Я молюсь, чтобы они не восстановить."
My Apologies lassie, I had to deal with a few unwelcomed house guests that insisted on being entertained.
They took my jokes too literally and are in pieces now. I pray that they don't recover.
Feeling Cassandra's warm inviting energy from her enveloping all of them, he gives her a nod and checking on nDevere, he continues
"Let us go hunting, Undead Bones and Flesh will whiter asunder once we are all through with them. By Angradd, let us bring the fight to these blighted ones!!!!" finished he begins to move towards the houses (if there are no other zombies here)
