"Come here, ghouls! Come get your meat!" Alwyn contemptuously kicks a scorched ghoul head towards whatever it is that is rapidly approaching through the cornfield. "We are right here!"
I will delay until I see something worth fighting...
"Come eat my horse's hooves, with a big helping of bastard sword, you goatpumping garden gnomes!"
I'll delay too.
Hell yeah!
Illes spins around on his horse to face the direction Elisile is aiming, and calls out, "Hya! Drag yourselves out here so we can water the field with your blood!"
(Yes, you can all delay - seems to be the order of the day. And you can turn whenever you feel like it - we aren't playing 4e. You turn if you want to - the lady's not for turning.)
The doors of the barn crash open suddenly. Standing in the doorway is another of the undead, this one dressed in the shredded finery of a footman or butler. He stands braced, in his hands the leads of three huge, slavering hounds, which strain with unnatural power against their leashes. Despite their seeming hunger and fury they are also clearly dead, patches of fur falling out, their bloated tongues discoloured and dripping deliquescent black drool. With a howl, the footman releases them and the deathless coursers hurtle forward.
As they do so, more ghouls emerge from the corn to the south, their manic appetites forcing them to hunt and feed.
The hounds surge forward, attacking the nearest targets – Lo’j and Vethran’s hapless mount. Meanwhile, the ghouls rush from the shelter of the cornfield, leaping on Larken’s and Elisile’s horses, but also Larken and Eilisile.
Right on; I gotta do map reprising before I'm useful anyway's.
Aubrey:
As the slavering ghouls burst from the corn, Elisile looses her readied arrow at the nearest one .
Well, that was STUNNING...
Fort 4+4=8
Gurney sucks up a storm too, attempting to bite with a 4+3=7
Oh and my auras fade when stunned...
Hudak rides to hhii24-25
kneeguide r6+4=10
fight w warhorse r11+4=15
attack w/warhorse ghoul at hh23 r17+2+4=23; dam6
hit ghoul at hh23 with bastard sword r12+7=19
dam r3+1+2+6=12 h.p.
if cleave, attack hh22;
r15+7=22
damage r9+1+2+6=18 h.p.
Looks like Larken's go; I think I killed all your foes, duod.
Hudak and his mighty steed crush down two more of the undead horrors.
'Srite, b$#@*es.
Larken casually dodges the ichor that Hudak's victims spew as they die, and gracefully attacks the lone beast attacking Elisile.
Elisile nods briefly in thanks as Larken dances around to (presumably) dispatch the ghoul facing her, and turns her attention to the two eating her horse.
Alwyn eyes the newly arrived combatants with a grim smile. "Wither before the might of Gorum, you twisted freaks!" he barks at the screeching undead as he raises his holy symbol again. "The Father of Battle demands your extinction!"
After the turning, I move to GG19.
Larken efficiently and elegantly butchers Elisile's attacker. Alwyn speaks his words of power, and the remaining ghouls give bubbling shrieks and burn under the onslaught of holy power. But the master of the hounds and his canine horrors are unaffected.
Elisile dashes out to AA-21 and fires at the ghoulish dog attacking Lo’j at CC16.
Elisile hits the hound with a shot that would fell a mortal creature. But the hound left its mortality behind a while ago and it seems indifferent to the arrow sticking from its throat.
Vethran quickly moves out behind the cover of the horse, drawing the wand of lightning bolt from his belt as he moves and lines up a shot down the road at the three undead hounds. He levels the wand in their direction and, with a flick of his wrist, unleashes a powerful blast of crackling electricity.
Vethran's wand crackles and lightning bathes the hounds. They yelp, their hides vaguely smoking and giving off and awful smell of burnt hair and rotting flesh. They all turn to glare at Vethran.
Have the horses moved away from the dogs? If not Dravite is gonna wait until an opening appears and charge when the horses move out of the way. So readying a charge.
(The horses haven't moved.)
Ah, Ok. Dravite double moves to ff18 to get into a position that he can attack someone next round.
Illes grabs a vial of holy water from his belt and grips it, winds up as he calls out "Bath time Bruiser!" and hurls it at the gravehound gnawing on Vethran's horse.
The hide of the hound steams and boils as the holy water burns its way in. In a frenzy, the creature hurls itself at the nearest enemy - Dravite.
"The mage! Kill the mage!" roars the undead footman, and the other two hounds rush at Vethran.
The ghoul rushes past Lo'j and tries to get to Illes.
1d20 5=20 Fort Save. 1d20 8=23 To hit, 1d12 5=8 damage on the AoO.
"Be ye leavin' so soon! 'Ere be a bit o' sumfin ta member me by!"
Dravite's hook gouges a deep, unbleeding furrow across the ghoul's undead flesh, but fails to stop its attack.
I attempt a jumping dismount, fail miserably, and land on my arse, then spend the rest of my time getting up...
Natural 1 on the ride check to dismount...