You march into town, unprepared and without stealth...
Which building do you enter?
"Jones, could I trouble you for some Acute Senses?"
Darius sighs, still less talkative from his ordeal, he looks around. " For a pack of Jezeldans to come through here.. it is much too quiet. "
"Perhaps we are walking into a trap."
" A trap is no trap if you realize it exists, the enemy on either side realize we are here. "
Sledge drinks acute senses, loads the enlarge extract into his wrist-sheath, and pauses for a super-listen.
"Woah... Darius, I think I can hear your blood flowing. Crazy."
As you approach the town, the Prince's Wolves break off from you.
"We're going to do a little investigating of our own. Maybe see if we can fortify a place in case we need to spend the night."
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On the southern outskirts of town stands a moderately sizedbuilding with a stone foundation and wooden frame, its pine-shingled roof topped with a captain’s tower. A row of broken, dust-covered windows faces the street, the remaining glass yellowed with age.
Upon approaching the building you are greeted by a woman wearing black robes and wielding a scythe, and two grossly misshapen creatures that look like a ghoul, a troll, and some kind of canine entered into an unholy union.
The woman gives you a thin lipped smile.
"Finally. I was beginning to think this patrol detail would never turn anything up."
"You four picked the wrong place to go sight-seeing."
Jones (25)
Zin (25)
Sledge (16)
Darius (15)
Curate (14)
Thingy (11)
Thingy (5)
Jones drinks Shield and moves toward the woman.
They are undead creatures not unlike ghasts in some senses. They run slowly on two legs, but quite swiftly on four.
They are covered in diseased pustules which burst of they are hit with a slashing or piercing natural attack, light weapon, or one-handed weapon and spray the attacker with a sickening fluid that carries Filth Fever.
Their bite allows them to feed on the flesh of enemies, giving them temporary HP and possibly tripping the foe.
Darius readies action to Whip one.
Sledge sprints up to the woman and delivers a blindingly fast punch.
The Curate, between Sledge's punches and Zin's quick fireball, is left smoking n the ground.
Both of the Festrogs roar in pain, and charge at Sledge.
The Festrogs charge in to flank, and the first knocks Sledge to the ground, where both can begin ripping at his flesh, their burns healing slightly.
Sledge slams the Festrog that charged him.
Jones draws his shortbow and fires an Undead Bane arrow at one of the Festrogs.
Both of the Festrogs explode into gore.
Jones searches the Curate.
Whispering Way Curate Loot:
-+1 Breastplate
-+1 Scythe
-Pearl of Power I
-450 gp in Onyxes
-Silver dust (25 gp)
-Silver holy symbol of Urgathoa
-Spell component pouch
Sledge searches the room for any secrets.
There appears to be nothing of particular interest in this place, though it once appeared to be a tavern, all the alcohol has long since turned to vinegar, and the furniture is rotted through and collapses into sawdust at a touch.
"Let's keep moving."
Darius shrugs slightly annoyed. " The Whispering Way are here now where are the Jezeldans.. I guess its time to hunt "
You startle another person in robes (a man this time), and two skeletons as you enter, interrupting their scavenging of the place, which appears to be a butcher shop from all the bloody hooks, animal bones, and rusty knives and saws laying around.
Another Festrog is oblivious to you as it feeds on a human female's corpse.
This Curate does not deign to address you, merely readying his weapon.
Darius (23)
Skeleton (20)
Jones (19)
Zin (16)
Curate (16)
Sledge (14)
Skeleton (12)
Festrog (8)
Darius move forward Grimoire lancing forth and whipping the Curate across the face!
Darius whip rips into the Curate, eliciting a whimper of pain!
The skeleton moves in, gripping its longsword and swinging it with surprising speed and force, and no little skill while covering itself with its shield.
"You have made a grave mistake, mortal.
Jones flanks the skeleton attacking Darius and impales it.
Jones skewers the skeleton...what good that does him. It seems pretty well damaged despite the inefficient bone crushing weapon.
"Grave mistake... ? Really? Are you just a pathetic wisecracking children's tale villain now?"
"Come over here and I'll show you."
"Damn it Jones, where am I going to place a fireball now that you've gone there?"
Z sighs and brushes her arms, "Time for a new trick." she says as her fires congeal around her hands before she raises a hand into the air and snaps her fingers, suddenly spreading the flames to each of her allies own arms as well.
"I, Zin'Retatarianna Mor, The Witch of Flames, commands the cursed fire that harrows me to aid my allies!"
"Hold still." the Curate calls to Sledge.
Sledge stiffens and finds himself unable to move.
The second skeleton steps in and repeats what the first did.
The skeleton slashes once, FOR MASSIVE DAMAGE, and then comes back for a vicious follow-up slice.
"Was that hit hard enough to rattle your bones? I sure hope so."
It slowly turns its head to look at the paralyzed Sledge and chatters its teeth at him.
The Curate whistles, and the Festrog looks up from its meal. It cocks its head and runs to the nearest enemy: Jones.
But misses its bite on the nimble Investigator.
Darius growls at the Skeleton behind him, " You wont be talking big when you and your FRIEND are used for my bread! Don't think I'm ignoring you either Necromancer! "
Darius sends Grimoire out to Lash at the Curate Twice more before its Glow fades and instead grows on Darius' vicious bite as he assaults the skeleton between him and Jones. This sensation somehow familiar.
The Curate drops to the floor, screaming in pain, but the Skeleton's armor deflects the Bite and Claw of Darius.
"Nice try."
It turns around to fight the man who poked him so hard.
"I should snap that rapier like a toothpick when I've killed you."
The skeleton manages to slam Jones once.
"You're boned, kid."
The skeleton's mastery of puns gets to Jones, throwing him off his game.
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"Your asinine wordplay isn't humerus in the slightest."
Jones powderizes the skeleton.