Mordecai casts his spell enhancing Lothan's sword.
Tyrrol girds himself for battle magically.
Samaritha tries to drag herself away from the wraith, but it flows effortlessly through the floor after her.
Seeing the wraith go after Samaritha, Lothan moves quickly toward her and swings at the undead.
The wraith reaches for Samaritha's throat, but she manages to roll away faster. His long-nailed fingers plunge into the floor.
Lecian reaches into his pouch and pulls out a small wooden object, then focuses on it while speaking some words, casting True Strike.
Lecian casts his spell.
Initiatives, Round 2
Mordecai, 18
Tyrrol, 17
Samaritha, 13
Lothan, 10
Wraith, 9
Lecian, 7
Round 2:
Humming a haunting dirge, Tyrrol charges the Wraith, and takes a swing.
Mordecai activates his wand and steps forward to deliver a touch to Samaritha.
Lothan takes another swing, hoping he can avoid killing the ground this time.
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Kuva stands on his feet at the sounds of the melee, a savage smile upon his face. "Come, earth-ghost, and face a greater death!," the halfling crows. He charges to attack the creature, releasing a mighty howl from his small frame. His momentum, however, brings him straight past the creature, his falchion swinging wide past the incorporeal form.
Kuva misses.
Mordecai rushes to Samaritha's aid.
Tyrrol advances on the wraith and delivers a crushing blow with his mace. Surprise replaces rage on the wraith's face for just a moment, then it's glaring hate again.
Invigorated by Mordecai's spell, Samaritha tries to scramble away from the wraith.
Lothan steps over the half-elf and delivers a cutting blow, but the wraith, made wary by Tyrrol, ducks into the floor. It emerges a few seconds later on the other side of Samaritha and swipes with phantom claws at her again.
.. damage .. Con
Samaritha screams and continues to retreat.
Lecian points at the wraith and fires a beam of positive energy.
Lecian's ray flares against the wraith's side. The apparition turns red and glares at the caster.
Mordecai follows Samaritha's retreat, attempting to interpose himself between her and the angry spirit. He activates his wand, attempting to stave off her decline, as he fears that she will rise and join the creature, if it succeeds in devouring her life.
Round 3:
Following up on the success of his last swing, Tyrrol charges the Wraith when it reappears.
Angry this thing continues to tear into Samaritha, Lothan again tries to "kill" it.
Round three,
Mordecai cures Samaritha.
Tyrrol rocks the wraith with another mighty blow of his flail. The wraith whirls to face him.
Apparently much calmer thanks to Mordecai's aid, Samaritha steps to the side and draws a wand from her sleeve. She points it at the wraith, shreiks, "Gonwera!" and two bolts of force fly at the wraith.
Lothan slices at the wraith from the other side. Like Tyrrol's mace the fighter's sword passes through the wraith without hindrance, but leaves a red trail across its form.
Dm ref :
Lecian moves behind Kuva and places his hand on top of the halfling's head. "Clear your mind, and understand the subtleties of combat even you haven't yet figured out."
Round 4:
Acting as if he barely notices the wraith's hate-filled gaze, Tyrrol lines it up for a another swing with his flail, adjusting for a flank...
Kuva's falchion carves a red slice through the apparition.
At the moment, Samaritha still appears to be the one most in need of bolstering, so Mordecai continues to heal her, determined that *this* mage isn't going to die, like the one's in the tower. It's become a point of pride. Death comes on his terms, or not at all!
Samaritha looks whole, but not well after Mordecai's cure spell.
Tyrrol's mace rips through the wraith, flushing it crimson, and smashes heavily against the floor. It rebounds amidst a flurry of stone chips.
Samaritha sends another pair of magic bolts at the wraith.
"Heck yeah! Way to go fellas! Let's kill this stupid thing again!" Lothan shouts as he swings again.
Lothan swings wide and the wraith dives beneath the floor.
Meanwhile the sky dims as the sun sinks ever farther below the horizon.
"Everyone be ready to strike when it appears." Mordecai cautions, "Surround Samaritha, in case the creature attacks her again..." he adds.
Lecian, your awesome sense motive modifier nets you this:
"Somebody did a number on that creature, and now we are a target for its hatred. I think it's safe to assume it's coming back eventually."
Samaritha asks, "Should we run for it?"
The wraith flits briefly into view in the gloomiest part of the room, then passes into the wall. It appears a few seconds later to the left and slides back into the stone face. It's obviously looking for a weakness to exploit.
"Everyone keep your eyes open and weapons readied. It can come from any wall, or from the very ground beneath our feet, and we may have only a moment to strike it."
To Samaritha, he adds, "I have heard of some undead that are bound to locations, but this is no tomb-bound mummy, so there might be no point to attempting to run from a tireless foe that can swim beneath the ground, unhindered by terrain or darkness, striking us down one by one as we flee."
Mordecai activates his wand of cure light wounds another time as he speaks, and 'holds the charge,' intending to touch the creature if it comes within arm's length of him, and give it a taste of positive energy.
The wraith shows itself, once, twice, then disappears again for a few long moments. Suddenly it pops up between Lothan and Samaritha and reaches for the half-elf mage again.
New intiatives: Lothan gets +2 for geography. Mordecai gets +2 for having a plan.
Samaritha:
Wraith:
Mordecai, sadly, is facing in the exact wrong direction...
'Round 1':
Tyrrol rushes forward, and takes another swing at the wraith!
Lecian predicts perfectly the wraith's next movement, reacting instantly and shooting at it with another beam of positive energy.
As the wraith draws back its hand to slash Samaritha's calf, Lecian's energy beam turns the entire apparition red. It fades to pink, then it's clearly gone.
Mordecai wracks his brain to try and figure out if this is the sort of undead creature that reforms the next night...
He shakes his head, having concluded that it might have been a haunt or something and not undead at all.
"Does anyone require healing before I retire?" he says, absently, the positives energies of that last cure light wounds still glimmering at the tip of his wand, waiting to be discharged.
Samaritha doesn't look in the peak of health, but there's not a wound on her. Her wound goes all the way to her bones.
Extremely worried about Samaritha, Lothan moves over to help her. "You do not look well at all. Here, let me help you sit so you can rest." As he does, "Hey Mordecai, you got anything that might help Samaritha here? I don't see a wound on her but she looks near death anyway."
Samaritha gratefully accepts Lothan's arm and lets herself be lowered to the ground.
"I will not be able to cure what ails her until tomorrow, at the earliest." Mordecai replies to Lothan, before directly addressing Samaritha, "Simply try to get some rest."
"Thanks Mordecai." He tells him as he turns back to Samaritha. "Let me grab you a blanket." He then scrounges up a blanket for her to use. "This ought to do." He helps her get comfy. "Alright now, just do like Mordecai said and get you some rest. And don't you worry about nothing. We'll watch over you." He tells her with a weary smile as he gives her a wink.