The Splatter Man screams again and then moves towards Zephra.
Zephra your action.
Zephra steps away from The Splatter Man, draws one of the vials of holy water from her pack, and readies an action to pour it on the ghost if it moves adjacent to her!
Timona will heal Ortensia with an enhanced healing with the wand of cure light wounds. Performance has ended.
Ortensia back to you.
Ortensia,feeling a bit invigorated from Timona's healing,shredded another page whislt keeping her distance.
With a final shriek the Splatter Man explodes in a burst of energy and is no more.
In the remains at the back of his cell is a longsword, a mithral dagger and a ring.
Where to next?
Zephra admires the dagger with a look to Ortensia to make sure it isn't cursed.
Are you healing up first?
Timona uses a few charges on her wand to heal.
Ok you head north. The door to this guard room hangs slightly ajar. Within stands a table surrounded by a few rickety chairs, along with a pair of mouldy but serviceable cots. You can smell burning.
Suddenly a figure appears, it appears to be a headless skeleton wielding a handaxe. The whole thing is on fire.
GM note: For creature see the image labelled Gurtis Vortch.
Timona jumps in fright then starts playing her banjo. Due to her lack of wisdom, she doesn't consider anything else. Her knees shaking for all the strange occurrences she was not prepared for.
The creature is currently 20 feet away from you.
Initiative order:
Ortensia 22
Gurtis 20
Timona 13
Zephra 9
Ortensia your action.
Dulled by her fight with the Splatterman and his haunt, Ortensia was aware enough to react to the appearance of the flaming headless axe wielding skeleton by flinging debris at it. Which missed miserably.
Her flail, on the other hand, struck its ribage with a satisfying clatter and crunch as she stepped up.
Ortensia your blow strikes Gurtis Vorch dealing a mighty blow.
He retaliates by attacking you
Handaxe (1d20 = 15 +6) = 21 damage (1d6 = 1 +9 = 10
Timona your action
Timona will start up her Inspired Courage performance for everyone.
Zephra over to you.
Zephra thinks Gurtis Vorch looks like a skeleton, so she draws her flail.
She approaches, trying to flank the creature with Ortensia .
Zephra you hit Gurtis with your flail, doing considerable damage.
He is a burning skeleton. He has damage reduction and is immune to fire but vulnerable to cold.
Back to Ortensia
Ortensia,favoring her left shoylder from the axe wound having split her chainmail and clothing to bite a cleft into her flesh, flanked the headless burning undead with Zephra and slung her flail into its torso.
You smash into Gurtis with your flail. He is looking quite badly battered by this point.
He responds by trying to hit you.
Handaxe (1d20 = 12 + 6) = 18 Damage (1d6 = 2+9) = 11
Timona your action.
Timona will let her performance linger and she will cure Ortensia with an enhanced healing on the cure light wounds wand.
Zephra bashes the flaming skeleton from behind, briefly curious how a headless creature can see where Ortensia is.
Zephra your attack hits it squarely, it looks close to falling apart now.
Back to Ortensia
Ortensia suffered another solid blow to the torso from the handaxe before it was mostly healed by Timona's song.
She slung her flail at the object of her pain.
With your last blow the skeleton of Gurtis Vortch crumbles to dust.
The handaxe remains as loot.
What do you want to do now?
"This looks like some sort of guard post. Maybe our headless enemy was a guard? I wonder if the warden would have had an office down here."
"That writing on the wall earlier has me feeling all stupid like." Timona rubs her head.
Several iron doors line the walls of this large empty room. In the middle of the room, a hinged ten foot square metal grating lies over a dark pit in the floor. A thick rope has been tied to the grating and dangles into the pit below.
From within the pit you can hear the sound of metal scraping on stone.
"There's someone down there...!" whispers Zephra.
More like something...Ortensia murmured.
You see a ghoulish looking figure carrying a large handaxe moving slowly upwards.
Timona is feeling uncertain and scared at the sight of the figure.
Ortensia peeked down into the hole at rhe climbing figure and tossed a stone telekinetically at its head.
Unfortunately your missile misses the creature, as it finishes its move you see that the creature appears to be a himanoid figure, clearly dead, its legs appear to have broken and healed improperly.
Ortensia you realise that this is a wraith, it is powerless in sunlight. You realise further that this is the Lopper and as such anyone slain by his incorporeal touch will be decapitated.
Initiative order:
The Lopper 24
Zephra 20
Timona 9
Ortensia 8
The Lopper reaches out with his axe and attacks Zephra
Incorporeal touch (1d20 = 18 +7) = 25 Damage 3 negative energy and 2 points of bleed.
Zephra your action.
Zephra is startled by how quickly the ghostly figure moves, and she takes a step back in horror!
Thinking quickly, she draws one of the jars of holy weapon balm from her pack and applies it to her greatdagger.
She swiftly channels her fervor for her goddess and heals herself.
Timona once again starts playing her banjo inspiring courage. Her knees are shaking a little.
Ortensia over to you.
Ortensia your action.
Zephra you know they are powerless in sunlight and their touch attack does Con drain.
The Lopper slices out with his handaxe, attacking Ortensia
Incorp touch (1d20 = 14 +7) = 21 Damage 3 negative energy and 4 bleed.
Zephra over to you.
Tis the Lopper! He's a wraith. If he slays you with his touch,you'll be decapitated and will probably return as an undead. Like the flaming skeleton we faced with the axe!
Zephra,healing please! I will drop back and use the arrows we found after I staunch my wounds. Please,keep him off me. Timona,keep playing!
Ortensia moved as far away as she could,withdrawing a potion vial and quaffing it hurriedly as her head swam. Her wounds were many and draining.
While she prepared to retrieve the undead bane arrows, her hand stopped short of the bloodstained handaxe from the prisoner's property.
The cursed one...
She could suffer the inconvenience of a curse or die and become a headless horror.
Quaffing yet another healing potion, Ortensia took one glance at her tattered clothing soaked with her own gore and nodded.
So be it!
I've had enough of you horrid things! she declared,hefting the handaxe for the wraith to see.