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As Eadie walks into the courtyard, the wind starts.
Eadie stops. “Lhug, was that you?”
She continues in a serious tone. “Wind can play havoc with ranged weapons, right? Dassah, do you know anything about the carvings that could stop the wind?”
Dry well and corpses … “I’m thinking ambush.”
Eadie puts her alchy's fire away, draws her enchanted falchion and waits to see if Dassah checks the wall carvings. She has a good look around for threats and traps, before checking to see just how dead the corpses are.
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As Lhug moves through the courtyard, he has to throw his back against the wind and protect himself from the swirling sand. His blades demolishes the dead figure on the ground. Just as he is about to repeat the process again, he is able to hear Fleetwood's shout, Look out. The cleric is just able to see that several of the bodies aren't done being dead just yet!
Three of the undead are covered in spoiled rags. They shamble forward with their arms reached out. The fourth undead appears to be different. It is more a mash-up of flesh, jagged bone, and coarse hair. This abomination of humanity reeks of death and decay.
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Hadassah starts her dance and moves towards the zombie, its arms stretched out aimlessly in front of it.
In return, the Zombie tries to slam her.
The zombie nearly grabs her, but the dancer is easily able to dance away from the zombie.
The other two zombies move towards Eadie, thinking her an easy target (they are zombies after all).
However, the fighter easily is able to defend herself from the undead menace.
Lhug dashes across the courtyard, headlong into the meaner looking monster.
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Hmm … I guess they don’t know I hit like a girl.
Without activating the item, Eadie drops her alchy fire, draws her enchanted falchion and slashes at a zombie. If Lore’s burning hands spell doesn’t drop the brain-eater on the right, she will hit that one. If it does she will go for the undamaged one on her left.
Without taking her eyes off the shambling undead, the warrior calls. “Lore or Woody, do you know what that thing is that Lhug’s engaged with? Is there any specific weapon type we should hit it with?”
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Lore repositions herself to volley a fiery flame. . Somehow the zombies are able to avoid the worse of the damage. A few of their rags do catch fire, but they hardly seem to notice.
While one of the zombies stares at its burning rags, it looses it life again when Eadie slices its head off with a Falchion.
Fleetwood meanders to the center of the courtyard, yawns and holds is holly symbol to the sky. But it appears that Milani isn't pleased with the lack of zeal from her cleric as the undead only take a minor amount of damage.
The monster in front of Lhug slams the barbarian.
The decaying monster brings the fight to Lhug in a hurry. It opens up several large cuts and bruises on Lhug.
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Hadassah moves to safety and casts a spell.
As she flickers with magical light, the zombie moves up to attack her.
The other zombie directs its attention to the Fleetwood seeing his holy symbol.
But both zombies are unable to connect with their agile opponents.
Lhug notices that one of the cuts from the monster is already starting to fester, some type of disease was transferred!
Lhug attacks the monster back, cracking him across the shoulders. Bits and parts of the monster that resemble something more of stone and machine parts than flesh and bones start to fall off.
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Lore sends another bolt of flame, but this one is badly of target. The wind seems to hurt her aim considerably.
Eadie moves into position to end the live (again) of the Zombie. It simply ceases to exist under the strength of the fighter.
The Cleric cast a spell...
The golem moves against Lhug, striking with heavy force.
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Hadassah continues her dance and her dance partner just keeps looking at her with a strange distant look on its face. Her blade appears from no where and the zombie falls to the ground, lifeless.
Eadie and Lhug maneuver through the courtyard keeping the flesh golem at bay. The monster can't make a move before the two warriors strike it down. The monster slumps to the ground motionless.
The howl of the wind is the only noise left in the courtyard.
Searching around the area, the Pathfinders find nothing of use.
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Eadie flips up her visor just so she can hold her nose.
“Gand gI fought vey smilt bad gon ve ohtside.”
She notices the Dragon’s wounds and her concern for the stench disappears. A familiar cry rings out through Seeker's Folly.
before the warrior stands ready to help the healers treat Lhug’s infected wounds.
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Flipping a twist to his mouth as practiced in 1,000 fine drinking establishments, "My, all this attention. A little filth fever never hurt anyone. I normally drink one of these with my "Hair of Dog"," producing an anti plague vial. "Thanks for the patch up regardless, but do one of you have a light?"
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Eadie bows. “You’re too modest, Lhug”
The warrior scratches her chin as she begins the tale.
She brings herself to a halt. “Oh wait, wait, wait. Before we begin, I should introduce the dramatis personae!” Behind her hand as an aside to Dassah “That’s Tien you know.”
“There was a hero on his first quest.” She bows to Woody.
“A maiden fair.” Another bow to Lore.
“A stinky, fire-breathing dragon!” Behind her hand again. “That’s Lhug.”
“A dwarf and an elf that we greatly miss.”
She scratches her head. “There was one more … meh … they’re probably not important … who accepted a Royal decree to confront the lich ling in his lair!”
“The lich had gatekeepers who demanded the party turn back. The dragon could not abide it and made the ultimate sacrifice to save his companions … He traded a whole gallon of ale in return for our safe passage!”
Eadie pauses again and faces the Dragon. “Knowing now what I didn’t know then. I understand that was quite the sacrifice, Lhug. Thank-you.” Before continuing …
“Then things got strange in a wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey way. The company walked on the banks of a vast underground lake, when a large pleasure vessel suddenly appeared filled with middle-aged revellers! Some read, others gambled, dancing could be observed. Periodically the cry of ‘Bingo!’ rose up from amongst them and there was much chatter and partaking of spirits.”
“One lean, authoritative-looking fellow leaning against the rail must have said something outrageous to a pair of his white-haired companions. For they pushed him with such force that he toppled over the barrier to a watery doom!”
“Shortly after that, the dragon and the accomplished warrior woman (who I forgot earlier) got into an argument … over nothing … that turned out to be all the dragon’s fault.” Eadie looks sideways at Lhug sheepishly. “Well … maybe the warrior overreacted a little. Maybe.”
“At this point, the party entered the chamber of the lich. At first everything was silent. Well, apart from the howling of the wind through the tunnels like a banshee looking in the mirror.”
“One of the lich’s shambling minions appeared! With a cry of ‘Look out, slugs!’ the hero of Milani raised his crossbow and sent a seeking bolt over a wall and around three corners to strike the abomination dead!”
“The fair maiden sent out flame from her hands to crispify two more of the sluggish undead zombies. They called out ‘Braainssss!’ as the accomplished warrior and a newly arrived dancing dervish ended their lives on the ends of their respective blades.”
“While all this was happening, the dragon drew his katana and advanced bravely towards a stinky, fallen corpse that he suspected of being the lich king. Once he was joined by the accomplished warrior to show him which end of the blade to use, the dragon gallantly coup de grâced the helpless, stinky lich-corpse, ending its threat to the Kingdom of Osirion … but not before suffering some grievous wounds and contracting some kinda social disease from it.”
Eadie holds out her hands palms up. “And there you have it, Dassah. You’re now all up to date with the story of those heroes so far …”
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Eadie *bobs* to the Dragon.
“We’ve had lots of fun things happen, Dassah. Did you know Lhug makes great coffee? And Lore is the reigning champion of bar games at Filosten’s Frothing Alembic.”
“I'm always interested in hearing about the adventures that have happened to any of us before we got together.”
"Except for the part about me being wrong about something, bravo!"
Eadie frowns “Wellll… I’m not sure you’re right about that, Lhug. Assuming you’re talking about that argument we had before the Sky Tower.”
“ ‘Cos I think that it was mostly my fault and that you weren’t actually wrong.”
Eadie inclines her head to the side. “So I’m sorry, but I think you’re wrong about me saying you were wrong. But that’s all right.”
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The Pathfinders stand around the courtyard, celebrating their success. However the howling wind continues to stir dust around. Eventually even Lhug wants get out of the elements. There are doors to your west, south, and east. MAP for refreshment