With a few mumbled words of power and violent hand gestures, Tobias sends two bolts of force into one of the zombies.
Izkrael will advance on the nearest zombie in the new group and slice at it.
Egan will finally begin to move and shoot as he's used to doing. He'll move his normal movement then take a shot at one of the Zombies.
As he attempts to hit one of the creatures in its runny yellow eye.
Knowing his bow is not the best weapon against zombies, San drops it next to a convenient tree. He'll spend a standard action to cast magic missile at the closest undead, then use a move action to draw his greatsword.
Seven Eagle feels a fear wash over him as he rcognizes a familiar sight from one of his nightmares, these monsterous undead often cause him to wake up in a cold sweat..."NOT this time"! Seven Eagle yells he then begins to chant an incantation designed to increase the spirits of his companions
May the five pointed star protect you, may the elders grant the knowledge to beat this unatural enemy, back to your graves, they have died once so shall they die again, this time at OUR HANDS!
Seven Eagle's confidence grows as his chanting inters and cresendos.
Initiative Zombie Brawl:
Joleesa: 28 [CHAAAAARGE!]
Izkrael: 24 [sword of death]
Egan: 23 [arrow plunking]
Vilya: 23 [setting up sneaky]
Sanvoros: 22 [magic missile]
Seven Eagle: 22 [buffing]
Ten: 21 [charge/readying turn]
Tobias: 21 [Magic missile]
Zombies: 4 [attacking]
Joleesa and Wheezy rip into a lurching zombie, hacking chunks of maggoty flesh of the rotted undead.
Izkrael slices at the nearest foe and deals a cutting slice that takes one of it's ears off and hacks deep into its neck. The thing's head flops as its rotted tendons snap like overstressed wires.
Egan moves and shoots his bow. He aims for the eye but the rotted undead's brow ridge deflects it somewhat. It ends up skewering it's facial flesh, looking like some grisly tribal piercing. As he shoots Egan looks for anything odd about the zombies. They are all Dragoran in origin, and they sport thin shards of obsidian allong their arms and hands. It's hard to tell, but there might have been warpaint markings on them at one point, but their state of decay makes it hard to discern. They are dressed as plantationmen, and some still carry weapons.
Sanvoros and Tobias both shoot bolts of arcane energy at the shambling rotted creatures, striking home.
Ten charges into the middle of two clumps of zombies, preparing to use his divine power to lay the smackdown.
Seven Eagle chants over the group, preparing them for their test of battle.
A zombie swats at Wheezy's side:
The sharp bits of volcanic rock pierce Wheezy's hide, casing the dino to bellow in pain
Ten barrels into the midst of six zombies. Three swat at him:
AoOs on Ten: 1d20+2=14, 1d6+1=2, 1d20+2=22, 1d6+1=3, 1d20+2=8, 1d6+1=4,
Only one hits, but it is a telling blow
Crit confirm: 1d20+2=22 ..OUCH!
A thin shard of black volcanic glass enters Ten's armpit, striking painfully deep.
The zombie Iz faces snarls and strikes
The zombie's clumy thrust is blocked easily by Iz's riposte.[/i]
The three zombies that attacked Ten moan and grab for him again.
1d20+2=19, 1d6+1=7, 1d20+2=18, 1d6+1=5, 1d20+2=21, 1d6+1=5
Ten Foot growls in pain as the zombies rip greats chunk of flesh out of him, "You will pay for that deadheads," touching his chest birthmark (which doubles as a holy symbol thanks to the birthmark trait) he intones a prayer to Cayden Cailean and makes a turning attempt.
Turning damage/healing (DC-12) (2d6=10)
Some of the bloody wounds on Ten Foot heal over and all the undead within 30' of him are blasted with positive energy, those healed have a distinct taste of beer in their mouths.
Ten touches his birthmark as the zombies crowd around him hungrily. A flash of light arcs out from the large priest, so quickly it almost seemed an illusion. Everyone in the area feels better, and hiccups involuntarily.
The zombie Izkrael had cut flops bonelessly to the jungle floor. The zombie that Tobias has hit with his magic missiles does as well. Of the remaining ten zombies, six turn about and begin to flee the area, their moaning rising in pitch.
Egan positions himself for a shot at one of the non retreating zombies.
San works himself into a low rage. The scent of decay and rot, so common of the undead, triggers something within him, and he charges the zombie directly in front of him, swinging hard with his greatsword.
charge attack & damage (1d20+10=17, 2d6+6=16)
His rage makes his swing a little off-balance (but hopefully still connects) ...
Izkrael will step up to the closest undead who is not fleeing, and lays into it, blade first.
Joleesa feels the envigorating touch of Ten's Blessing flow into her as she renews her attack on the abomination in front of her. Unfortunately, while her swing goes close to the Zombie's neck, it does not connect.
"Wheezy" also feels the power as he returns the hit the Zombie gave him, scoring a small chunk from the Zombie's chest.
Attack Zombie with Masterwork Rapier. (1d20+7+1=10)
"Wheezy" Bite Attack. (1d20+1=20)
Bite Damage. (1d6+1=2)
Initiative Zombie Brawl Rd2 :
Joleesa: 28 [swing and a miss/wheezy chomp E22]
Izkrael: 24 [slicey slicey C19]
Egan: 23 [Bow plinking E22]
Vilya: 23 [pending]
Sanvoros: 22 [Attacking H21]
Seven Eagle: 22 [Inspiring courage]
Ten: 21 [RETRO ME SATANAS!]
Tobias: 21 [pending]
Zombies: 4 [attacking/fleeing]
Joleesa's swing doesn't connect, but she brings her agitated mount to heel after she was struck. Wheezy takes out her frustration by ripping the zombie's left deltoid muscle off its rotting carcass and swallowing it in one gulp.
Iz advances to the nearest zombie not fleeing and twirls his blade in a tight arac. The zombie falls to the jungle floor sans head.
Running out of non-turned targets, Egan sends an arrow winging over to the zombie that Wheezy just took a bite from. He strikes, and the arrow disappears into the rotted belly of the walking corpse. A gout of greenish liquid spurts out and spatters Wheezy's hide.
San goes for a turned zombie, as the nearest target. His greatsword's blow bisects the unlucky undead, the two halves collapsing in a noisome pile of rotted entrails.
Seven Eagle keeps chanting his courageous words.
Initiative Zombie Brawl Rd2 :
Joleesa: 28 [swing and a miss/wheezy chomp E22]
Izkrael: 24 [slicey slicey C19]
Egan: 23 [Bow plinking E22]
Vilya: 23 [attacking]
Sanvoros: 22 [Attacking H21]
Seven Eagle: 22 [Inspiring courage]
Ten: 21 [RETRO ME SATANAS!]
Tobias: 21 [Magic Missile]
Zombies: 4 [attacking/fleeing]
Vilya leaps on the retreating zombie near her
ATK Handaxe: 1d20+2=13, 1d6=4,Sneak attack 1d6=6 Machete: 1d20+2=5,
The slight rogue hits home at the thing's neckbone, snapping the zombie's spine cleanly. The rotten corpse flops down, writhing for a moment, then becoming still.
Tobias lines his next arcane bolts up on the zombie Ten faces. The arcane energy lances out and strikes home.
Four of the zombies shamble farther off into the jungle. Two remain. One takes a swipe at Ten:
The foul creature's obsidian spines strike home.
The other closes on Egan, moaning plaintively:
A glass shard runs across Egan's forearm.
Quickly scanning the area, San sees that Joleesa and Tobias are close enough to aid Ten, so he moves up to attack the zombie attacking Egan.
When it gets to Ten Foots go, he will take a single move action to J25 and then unleash a turn from there, that should get all the zombies apart from j17. It does not get any characters unless any of them close in on the zombie in G23. I do draw an attack of opportunity from the zombie in G23 if he/she/it is still standing when it is my turn.
Turning damage/healing (DC-12) (2d6=12)
Joleesa sees a Zombie preparing to attack Ten and motions "Wheezy" towards him. The saurian needs no further promting and races in to bite menacingly at the foul thing, although in his haste his mouth closes on air. Joleesa sticks with her Rapier, despite Ten's warning, and brings it around to meet the Zombie when she can.
"Wheezy" Bite Attack on Zombie. (1d20=7)
Attack Zombie. (1d20+7+1=19)
Damage from Rapier. (1d6+1=3)
Initiative Zombie Brawl Rd2 :
Joleesa: 28 [swing and a hit/wheezy chomp G23]
Izkrael: 24 [Running to J17 (DMPCed)]
Egan: 23 [Axing J17]
Vilya: 23 [pending (waiting on Shiny comp. access)]
Sanvoros: 22 [Attacking J17]
Seven Eagle: 22 [Inspiring courage]
Ten: 21 [RETRO ME SATANAS!]
Tobias: 21 [pending]
Zombies: 4 [attacking/fleeing]
Joleesa and Wheezy gang up on the zombie attacking Ten. The stinking ambulatory corpse is ripped apart by the fury of their blows.
Izkrael runs to the aid of his comrade Egan.
San hurries over to help Egan. His Greatsword slices the legs out from under the shambling undead. It falls apart writhing on the jungle floor.
Ten races after the retreating zombies. He touches his birthmark once again and the flash of light arcs from him. A warm glow fills his insides like a good stout lager. The remaining zombies all stagger and fall, their bodies rapidly disintegrating as the evil necromantic force that had held them together is banished.
Perception check 1d20+3(wis). (1d20+3=10)
Ten is not going to see much with that roll! Let me guess, giant spiders?
As San wipes the putrescent gore off of his blade on some nearby plantlife, he says to Ten, "Excellant work, Ten. None got away thanks to you. That's what I like to see."
He walks over to retrieve his bow from where he left it, then heads over to Iz and claps him on the back with a big grin. "I can't let you go anywhere, can I? What happened, exactly?"
San:
San has heard of this style of zombification. Due to the speed in which non-treated bodies rot in the jungle, necromancers will often 'augment' the zombies with obsidian, which runs in plentiful veins in the Blue Mountains. The volcanic glass allows the zombies to still be lethal even if most of their flesh rots away.
Joleesa wheels "Wheezy" around, looking for more foes to fight. Seeing noe, she leans over and pats him affectionately, whispering to him in Greenspeak. Once done, she looks to the sky and whistles. Lumien comes soaring down, but flies by her to perch on a branch close by, not on her outstretched arm.
Ten catches something out of the corner of his eye. He turns his head to try and see it and blunders into a large web strung between two trees. The webs aren't thick, but drape around him in a gauzy shroud.
Ten Foot panics and starts thrashing around while shrieking like a cheerleader, wrapping himself tighter in the webs as he does so.