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Rd 9

Basilli (unresolved)
Kirk (unresolved)
Jarovich (resolved)
Solaric (resolved)
Pitr (unresolved)
Ricca (resolved)
Zahur (unresolved)
Victoria (unresolved)

Jarovich tries to back away from the guards to cast another spell, which gives them the chance for an attack of opportunity

Since we are getting closer to a decision I post the rolls again

Guard attacking Jarovich1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Damage1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Guard attacking Jarovich1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Damage1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Guard attacking Jarovich1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Damage1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Confirm1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Damage1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Guard attacking Jarovich1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Damage1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

As the nacromancer turns round, most the blows just slash through the air, only one of the guards waits a moment longer and strikes exactly at the right moment, his sword breaks through the ribcage of Jarovich and sinks deeply into his heart, that another strike hits his tigh is already unimportant.

The cloaked man stumbles and falls on his face, for a heartbeat only the sound of the wind is audible, then the zombies at the tower crumble with the magic of their master ebbing away.

Ricca eyes the body incredulously

I can't believe it, that was all? He's dead? No flashes, no lightning, no nothing?

And as if her words were heard by some cruel god on a distant plane, suddenly a blast of crystal shrapnells pierces through the guards and everything close the necromancer's body. His clothes are torn to rags and a strange metallic vest is now visible that looks like it held the shrapnells in small cells. Very slowly Jarovich gets back to his feet

Not over yet! NOT OVER YET!

Battle Mat

Rd 8:

Basilli (unresolved)
Kirk (unresolved)
Jarovich (resolved)
Solaric (unresolved)
Pitr (unresolved)
Zombies (resolved)
Ricca (resolved)
Zahur (unresolved)
Guards (resolved)
Victoria (unresolved)

Jarovich takes a step back, now with his back against the wall of the cottage, he opens his arms wide and shouts

Do you really think my death would change anything?! I'm just one of many and you will never be able to defeat all of us! Now die with me!

He crosses his arms in front of his chest and casts a group of magic missiles aimed at Zahur.

Magic Missile5d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 1, 2, 1, 4) + 5 = 17

Meanwhile the two remaining zombies attack Kirk

Zombie attacking Kirk1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Damage1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Zombie attacking Kirk1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Damage1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

but their arms just flail through the air.

Battle Mat

Ah, armor training, nifty indeed!

Pitr rushes over to Jarovich who's superior grin forms into a grimace of terror as the young fighter brings his bastard sword down on the Count.

Heavily wounded Jarovich is yet not ready to die, spitting out blood he shouts

You really think you can kill me! False life protects me and you will die now for your failure to finish me!

After running some more metres towards you, the Count shouts

Now this is your end horseman! I will grind your bones.

Jarovich smashes his fist into the palm of his other hand and suddenly Zahur begins to convulse.

Casting Boneshatter Fort save DC 18 to half damage and become fatigued instead of exhausted.

Damage10d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 3, 1, 3, 4, 2, 1, 2, 4) = 29

Suddenly you notice a black cloaked figure running down the serpentine from the castle.

It's exactly the same kind of cloak you only know too well-this one looks like a balck version of the Ragman!

As he has passed the first cottages he shouts

Your impertinence ends here! You're just freshly graduated puppies and normally puppies are drowned in Jarovicha, so why break with old habits?!

You recognize the voice, this is not Alon Weatherby anymore, this is Jarovich!