Wow. Crag, ye flea-ridden lump, ye be gittin' enrolled 'n warhorse skoolin' when we be goin' back ta' town! Nice job dere laddie. *scans the area for any threats*
NNhhhhoooooonkkkk, hooonk, hhoooooor!
"Thanx, Dravite."
Now he's getting all bashful.
"Gorsh...."
"Good job. There's got to be more of them, though. Let's check out the farmhouse first."
Hudak despatches the last of them - the female - with his backswing. It gives an inhuman wail as it collapses, shudders and lies still.
"Uh-huh. Sounds like I was right - there's plenty more of them."
Ready an action to shoot any that come into view. Move back 20' towards Crag.
Illes turns about on his horse listening. "Get ready Vethran! I think those were only the welcoming committee. The party is about to start."
Failed the listen....Hudak's kindof giddy from his recent exploits. He's convinced he just ended the encounter, singlehandedly. Plus his stallion is whickering angrily; trying to rear some.
KK-21. Ready to shoot.
"We've got incoming!" Larken yells, gesturing "There...there...and several over there! They'll be here soon!"
He dismounts, and tries to figure out where best to put his warhorse to keep it out of the way. He doesn't hobble it, figuring that if a ghoul goes for it, it'll fight back. Then he draws his shortsword and gets ready, briefly praying to Saranrae to keep him brave.
Illes calls out to Larken, "Stay close kid! I've got something for you."
Elisile’s sharp ears pick up the cry of more creatures from the surrounding fields, but her quick glance about as she dismounts reveals no sign of the undead menaces. She raises her bow, ready to shoot any hostile creatures that she sees.
"Good eyes, Larken! Gather up! Don't let them isolate anyone - they'll tear us down like wild dogs nipping at the flanks of an elk if we split up."
I end up in cc17:dd18, still on horse back.
I will ready an action to shoot my bow at the first visible ghoul.
attack results:
6+5=11 damage: (as if) 2
Which is all purely a response to shouted warnings since I rolled a 1 on my listen...
Current Auras: +5' movement, and +3 wisdom checks, and wis based skill checks
Vethran dismounts nervously, reaching into his belt pouch to produce a small vial of alcohol which he uses to draw runes on his flesh, his skin growing noticeably paler and taut after doing so.
There is a rustling all around, the tops of the corn waving, and suddenly a motley group bursts through on to the road to the east from the northern fields. Hunched, with greyish skin, blackened claws and patchy thin hair, they are clearly more of the same as the scarecrows you faced. They are dressed in the remnants of homespun clothing, though it is mostly tattered now and they are heedless of their near-nakedness. With a bestial roar, the hurl themselves towards the group. As they do so, another group burst out from the south and also runs to attack.
Unfortunately Elisile is facing the wrong way and on the wrong side of her horse to loose her readied arrow at any of the suddenly appearing ghouls. As she begins to move around, she suddenly notices more rustling in the corn to the south and calls out a warning, keeping her bow trained in that direction.
"CRAG!!!" held action, rapid shot one of the creatures attacking Crag-1d20 5=19 to hit, 1d8 3=9 damage, 1d20 5=8 to hit, 1d8 3=5 damage.
Drops bow and prepares to draw The Hook. "Ya damn sons o' orcs be ready fer dyin' now. Ye dun went an' hurt me mule!!!"
Dravite's first arrow hits, the other misses. The creature snarls as the arrow pierces it through the chest, but it still flails at the mule. Lo'j also fires, but the movement of his mount puts the arrow off-line.
From the saddle Illes begins a low hum and reaches down to touch Larken's sword which begins humming and subtly vibrating itself.
Move to OO 21-22.
ride r20,(5 for 2hand use)
ride r12,(10 to attack with horse)
attacking creep at nn22; then 21 if I kill him.
sword r 15-3(pow attack)+10=22; damage 8+5+2+6=21.
horse r 19+4=23; damage 6 h.p. kick. at nn22 if alive; or nn21 if dead.
If cleave, r6-3+10=13; damage 4+5+2+6=17...
die you dead b+!!#es!!!
Hudak rides over, cutting down one of the ghouls with a massive blow from his serrated sword. His misses with the follow-through on the next, but his warhorse knocks it sideways with a kick. It collapses having already taken an arrow from Dravite, and its skull crushed by a mighty hoof.
Whispering the 1000 Psalms to Sarenrae as he attacks, Larken moves to help Alwyn.
Larken downs another of the feral undead with a fluid rapier and short sword combination move.
"Back to your graves, beasts!" Brandishing his holy symbol, Alwyn advances on the slavering ghouls.
Vaprization is cool.
Realising that the undead currently attacking her companions present more of an immediate threat than whatever is rustling the corn to the south, Elisile dodges around her horse and looses an arrow at the ghoul threatening Larken and Dravite.
Alwyn invokes the power of Gorum and an almost palpable force washes from his proffered symbol of divinity. The ghouls shriek in agony and fall to the ground, clawing at their own faces. Their skin blackens and chars and blue flames burst from their eyes and mouth, consuming their flesh. In a few seconds, all of the remaining ghouls are twisted, motionless black shells, crumbling like burnt firewood.
Gnarly!!!
"Can you see what it is moving, Ellie?"
"No, but I hear movement, and see the cornstalks moving. More of the same, if I had to guess."
Also seeing no targets at hand, Vethran follows Elisile's lead and invokes a protective spell upon himself as well.
"Nice work, Alwyn!" Vethran calls out after seeing the display of divine might.
Dravite pulls out his magical Ogre Hook and places himself next to Crag, between the mule and the nearest moving area of the corn fields.