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The first zombie's swipe finds bare purchase against Galador's STEEL armor, drawing but a faint mark of blood. His brother behind him lacks the punch to pierce the battlemaster's heavy METAL armor, and Galador LAUGHS haughtily at the foe.
As Casin's healing yellow light touches Galador gently in his special places, all sign that he had ever been wounded is gone.
"Galador hasn't left! I'm right here!" Galador answers as he WADES in to the battle, his flashing blade slashing left and right, smiting about him and seeking to finish off the undead enemy!
The party makes quick work of what's left of the zombie group, and the dead lumps of flesh fall still on the earth.
But the piercing sound of the screaming zombie still rings in your ear, almost haunting. And it doesn't seem to leave.
Actually, it's not that it hasn't left, you can hear another scream, almost identical, but further away.
It screams again, this time closer, maybe a minute away.
Victor lowers his bow as quickly as he raised it without firing a shot. "At this rate, I'll have plenty of arrows to hunt with when I finally return home!"
After he hears the piercing scream once more Victor calls out, "Let's get back on the road, if we see them, we'll deal with them but we should not waste resources hunting them down, not when greater dangers lurk".
"It may actually be someone in need of help. Pretty much all screams sound alike."
Quieter, Casdin adds with a shudder "Except for rabbits."
"I am with Casdin" adds Vasilios, "someone might be in danger and could use our help. Friends here are scarce and we should help each other."
"I agree, let's get moving. I'll stay on the outskirts of our light since I can see farthest in the dark."
"Please do, but don't burn down the forest if you would. I don't want to have to war with *more* druids." jokes Casdin.
The party keeps moving the sound of screaming zombies growing stronger, louder, almost as if they were the howls a storm. You can hear something coming behind, many somethings. Many ravenous somethings....
"Sheva, forget what I said earlier. Burn these damned woods to the ground if you have to."
Casdin was not a priest of the god of the sun, nor a priest of the god of death, but he was still a priest, regardless. He would stand to stop the tide of undeath following them like a proverbial plague of locusts.
"Damn, let's get out of here on the double!"
The wagon of goods and the heroes quickly come to a halt as the horses hooves dig into the dry earth of the dark forest trail. The party prepares themselves as the screaming undead seem to close in on their position. But they stand ready, and prepared.
Casdin will call upon the blessing of Oghma to fortify his allies for the battle to come. He will then prepare to call down fire from the sky on the third enemy that stumbles into view.
"Oh, dammit!"
Vasilis murmurs some arcane words and stars hovering over the wagon.
Victor will remove some oil from his pack and hand it to Vasilios, "Spread this among their ranks if you can".
He then pulls part of sleeve off and wraps it around one of his arrows, using his flint and steel to light it up...
Vasilios takes the oil with a look of understanding. "Will do."
"Oh, man, this will be awesome when Sheva calls her Fireball..."
"I've only got one more fireball left until I have to recharge my spells," Sheva says, "so spread that oil as much as you can and I'll light it up."
She says a quick silent prayer to Selûne. She then summons her pact weapon to her side not as the usual rapier but as a large, ebony greataxe inlaid with metallic flames along the dual blades.
First things first, go ahead and mark out the areas you aoe casters have inflicted damage with your contigent prepared actions. Use the Roll20 tools to make this easier to see. All prepared actions ready to go off do so.
Then Sheva, Casdin, and Vasillios can act.
Once ready and with the bottles of oil in hand, Vasilios flies over the area, pouring the oil on the zombies and getting back to the wagon.
Casdin will again call down righteous light to burn away the unnatural.
Casdin's holy flame strikes down the zombie with ease and you watch as it essentially disintegrates into ash. Vasilios does his preparations and covers a wide area in oil.
The zombies advance, all using actions to swarm closer rather than attack.
Victor curses as the oil does not bring as many down as he would have liked.
He climbs the wagon and takes shots at the Zombies who look more dead than others, assuming one can tell such conditions in Zombies apart! He chuckles at the thought despite the danger looming so near.
Casdin will once again call down heavenly light to destroy the unclean.
Keeping himself up in the air at a safe enough distance, Vasilios hurls flame at the zombies, trying to avoid them from reaching the wagon.
Through the party's efforts, another 8 zombies fall to their (hopefully) permanent rest. Galador with his steady aim actually manages to take out 3 with one well-aimed crossbow shot.
More zombies seem to pull themselves from the woods, and those who have not been slaughtered march onward, unswayed by the show of force you all have displayed.
An unnatural movement catches your eye, and you watch as two creatures sprint unnaturally into view. They have long limbs and their skin seems almost like tight sinew pulling against all the bones in their body. But while their eyes hold the same dead light that the zombies have, their jaws water with blood, and they seem to crouch down, their gaze on their prey.
You.
"That's not good".
Victor continues to slay the lesser horde to thin out their ranks or tries to anyway as both of his arrows are off of the mark.
Ranged Attack #1 - - Damage .
Ranged Attack #2 - - Damage .
At the sight of the newly arrived boy scouts, Vasilios rolls his eyes. Then Galador had to speak...
"Thank you for the info, Gal... But it is tonight now."
Putting his hands to work, Vasilios decides he'll soften the big guys and let the mass assassination for Sheva, who seems to have better area powers. "I must remember to talk to her about how he does this fireball thing..."
As the group has not been swarmed yet, Casdin will hold his divine reserves and continue to call down radiant light on the swarm.
for a total of 14
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for a total of 26
for a total of 25
Victor is having some trouble as the horde approaches, and Galador fresh off his kill gets ready to back him up.
Casdin Holy light erases another zombie from existence and its body blows into dust on the wind.
Vasillios's blazing fury rains ray after ray against the larger zombie who seems to be made of an amalgamation of flesh and bone. He wails against the pain, but keep smoving forward.
And then......Sheva.
Two large bursts of fire come forth and consume large portions of the oncoming horde. This fire also alights the oil poured on the ground, setting it alight and forming a very short-lived wall of flame. It seems you've bought a moment to prepare as the zombies advance.
You here screams and from the wall of flames two 'lungers' burst forward and attack your two frontliners with deft and deadly storng clawing attacks.
Their frail looking bodies are rigid with muscular tension, and their jaws drip black drool, eager and ready.
Casdin will move behind the fighters and begin healing support.
A known feeling starts to appear, Vasilios has been through this before...
"BUUUURNNNNNNN!!!!!"
Then using 2 SP to cast Scorching Ray, 3rd Level slot, on the same one.
Victor is shocked by the creature's ability to lunge at him even from his spot upon the carriage.
"Arrghhh".
The claw hurt like the dickens, the fighter ditches his bow for his blade and strikes back!
Melee Attack #1 - Damage
Melee Attack #2 - Damage
With his accuracy he surges and strikes yet again!
Melee Attack #3 - Damage
But his over swing does not allow for him to gain the proper footing for a third successful slash of his blade.
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"Rrrrrrrrrrr!" Galador inhumanly growls as he takes the brunt of the strike against his heavy METAL armor! "Gratitude!" he shouts at Casdin as the cleric's soft healing cause the wound to retract as though it had never been.
Now DIE! Um, AGAIN!" he shouts, joining in with Victor and wacking at the big zombie in rapid succession.
Each of Vasilios' stream of magical fury hit on the giant zombie, taking chunks of flesh off with each contact. It roars in fury, and the smell of burning flesh hangs in the air as it stumbles forward. You can see the sinews of its limbs barely holding together, but it stumbles forward still, barely holding together.
Casdin can feel the holy energy flow through him, radiance funneling through him and into his comrades. He can see their wounds close and their bodies strengthen as the holy power surges forth.
Victor recovers quickly and whirls his blades in a storm of steel and vengeance. His bow clatters to the ground as blow after blow strikes the lunger, the first takes out an arm, the second nearly slices the torso in two, and third takes off the head. The lunger lies in a crumple of parts on the ground.
Galador, seeing the fragile nature of these vicious attackers, turns to his own attacker and begins weaving his blade, carving slabs of rotten sinew off the abomination. He expertly finds the key tendons that seem to barely hold the lunger's form together, and with a few quick strokes dismantles it like a broken puppet.
Sheva blasts two eldritch blasts, that eviscerate the nearest zombie that's closest to the cart.
The last of the zombies move forward, and finally a couple are in range to attack. Even the giant zombie.
First, the small one takes a swing at Galador.
Then the giant zombie lifts its massive club like fist and slams it into Galador.
Vasilios is growing angrier by the second. He flies and stops just in the face of the big monster and shouts wildly while delivering ray after ray of fire. "BUUUUURNNNNN!!!!"
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The small zombie doesn't even get close, which is just as well, because Galador is already weaving before him a web of STEEL as the hulking giant SMASHES his fist down on the unlucky fighter...
*CLANG!*
The very air reverberates as the zombie's fist is stopped cold by the fighter's solid shield, and the two combatants stare at each other, the zombie drooling, it's primitive reasoning unable to grasp why the human isn't dead yet, and Galador just mutters, "You've left yourself open," as he STABS into the zombie's throat!
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Not pausing an instant, Galador CHARGES into the fray, rending and slaying as his ever-moving blade cuts left and right, his armored form the epicenter of a flurry of STEEL that seeks to end their unnatural un-life with a fury to rival any holy warrior!
"HoooooOOOOOO!" chants Galador, singing a song of the Ancient Kings!
Victor slides to Galador's side and attacks the Giant Zombie as it is the biggest threat remaining.
Melee Attack #1 - Damage
Melee Attack #2 - Damage
for a total of 11 to hit and 6 damage.
for a total of 12 to hit and 12 damage.
for a total of 12 to hit and 10 damage.
As his allies currently lack injury, Casdin will call down more burning light.