Anybody else?
Bor looks cool; 1 h.p. damage.
Glaring at Rodergo after his admonition, Runzyl rasps back. "If you wanted survivors, maybe you should've joined the fray and taken one, Karrn. If your intent is to criticize warriors whose prowess you envy rather than seizing goals for yourself, well... maybe you should find out if your countryman can interrogate the dead." He spits up a gobbet of blood onto the floor next to the crossbow woman.
After being healed by Rodergo's wand, Runzyl experimentally flexes the previously perforated muscles to satisfactory results.
cure mod wounds wand
cure light wounds
......MAX!!!
Smiling viciously at the Valenar’s last words before he entered the tent for some healing, Rolund walks towards the rogue perforated by the Shadow Marcher’s archery and gets on one knee beside the body. He places his left hand upon the rogue’s chest and closes his eyes to concentrate for a moment. For those still present outside the tent, Rolund’s abberant mark becomes visible through his armor; a miasma of purple-black colors and madness that has spread throughout much of the sinister side of the bone knight’s body. The shadows in the room seem to come alive for a moment and creep toward the body to envelope it. Suddenly the body jerks and its limbs gain a semblance of life.
Rolund stands up and harshly commands, “Arise!” The body slowly stands and faces the bone knight; the eyes burning with bright red hatred.
“Tell me what I want to know.”
“Beware the forces that you toy with Bone Knight,” warns Lightbringer, eyeing the undead thing that Rolund raises up warily, sword in hand, looking as if he might charge in and hack it down at any moment, “lest they turn against you, else further sully your soul.”
The corpse of the rogue glares at Rolund insolently, blood dribbling from its nose.
"The undead? Really, Rolund?" Janosz eyes the zombie dubiously. "I assume you have it under control?"
Rolund, looking paler than usual, ignores the remarks and questions of the others and proceeds to question the zombie.
“How many of your allies still remain alive?”
wand of cure mod on Bor;
Rod looks pensive.
About to speak; then just stares at the proceeding abomination with a cross look on his face; deep in thought.
Aubrey:
knowledge: religion
Disable Device another +3 for traps
Use Magic Device
"Six," slurs the zombie.
Rod continues keeping quiet.
“Which way did they go and where is the ‘Caretaker’?”
The zombie jerks its head at the monorail. "I don't know where the Caretaker is."
Ezreal barely looks up from the ring he examining but mutteres distractedly, "Another six... Hmmm. Ask it about their divine and arcane capabilities and some measure of visual description so that we know who to shut down first."
Perception for looking for travelers
"I'm not talking to that thing. I'll check out the rail wagon while you chat up the restless dead." Janosz walks over to the monorail and looks down the rail line.
I'll go with Janosz.
“We know of Ikar but who are the other five and what can they do?”
This is too easy, Rolund thinks. Even I had trouble with the Karrnathi undead.
Gil/Janosz...
"Gil, can you work the controls for the monorail?"
Lightbringer stands ready with his sword in hand, ready to strike if the zombie steps out of line. “We cannot trust anything that issues from this abomination,” he warns Rolund. “Let it find it’s final rest.”
Runzyl emerges after Rodergo and sees the undead creature and Rolund kneeling before it.
"Hmph," the Valenar huffs. "Now you have no reason to beg me for survivors, Karrnathi." He turns his glance to Lightbringer, who stands poised to end the creature's existence.
"I trust when his usefulness has been served he will be released to join his ancestors in death," he nodded to the warforged.
“We know of Ikar but who are the other five and what can they do?”
This is too easy, Rolund thinks. Even I had trouble with the Karrnathi undead.
"Mightier warriors than you."
Aubrey, Gil and Rodergo:
"The rail is a perfect place for an ambush. We need to be extremely careful here."
"I do think I can run the monorail, but that means splitting up the group and I would hate to miss the fun. However, controlling it might allow us to trigger the ambush prematurely by making the 'rail move while we were not on it..."
“Return to Dolurrh,” Rolund commands the undead. However, the zombie continues to remain. Rolund grips his sword and in a more commanding voice, “Return.”
The zombie sags to its knees, and then pitches on it side, inert.
Lightbringer nods slightly. “Let us move on,” he says, looking about for Rodergo and the others.
Rolund draws his sword, still shedding a pale cold light. “Let us go.”
Gil fades back into view as she walks back toward the others. "Have you found anything of use, Master Farlowe?"
Amulet: Spellcraft 1d20 + 19
Breastplate: Spellcraft 1d20 + 19
Sword: Spellcraft 1d20 + 19
Big Crossbow: Spellcraft 1d20 + 19
Studded Leather: Spellcraft 1d20 + 19
Shaft's Leather Coat: Spellcraft 1d20 + 19
Ring: Spellcraft 1d20 + 19
Spiked Chain: Spellcraft 1d20 + 19
Chain Shirt: Spellcraft 1d20 + 19
Rapier: Spellcraft 1d20 + 19
Eye Lens: Spellcraft 1d20 + 19
Amulet of Natural Armour +1
Breastplate +1
Sword +1
Big Crossbow = Great Crossbow +1 plus sights
Studded Leather +1
Shaft's Leather Coat = Studded Leather +1
Ring of Protection +1
Spiked Chain +1
Chain Shirt +1
Rapier +1
Eye Lens = Eyes of the Eagle
"Gil, can you makes us look like them once we get on the train? The other six guys should be lying in wait for us further down that corridor."
"I think seeing those that fell here on the 'rail would be suspicious. I imagine their orders were to remain here and guard the door. Besides, someone has to stay in the booth and run the 'rail. All that aside, the best I can do is make an image of their group and hide ours nearby."
I'll snag the cloak of resistance, per greeng's breakdown, less anybody else has a better idea;....waiting for feedback for a trifle of time.