Cervantes drives his lance into it. Once he pulls the lance free, the corpse drops to the ground.
The orange corpse moves to Aldonza and swings it limb at it.
The green corpse approaches and swings at Ulena and misses.
The blue corpse approaches and stops in front of Ulena.
To Act
Jak
Rufous
Ulena
Aldonza
Cervantes thrusts the lance at the same time as Aldonza's strike. She lands a critical strike against the zombie horse.
A chunk of the horse is blown off as Rufous sends a bolt of positive energy.
Jak's spell blows apart the remains of the green undead.
Ulena to act
Yellow: 7 damage
Horse: 28 damage
Ulena digs her glaive into the dirt on her first swing. She repositions and swings again. The second swing cuts deep into the horse.
The zombie horse chomps down on Ulena and tears a piece of flesh from her arm. It chews and swallows it down.
Cervantes May act
Yellow: 7 damage
Horse: 40 damage
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Cervantes continues performing a beat, speeding it up significantly as he smirks at Aldonza. Olé, Maja! Let's get this over with!.
As the beat reaches its climax, Cervantes' eyes begin emitting a dim glow. Cervantes' follows it up with a lance stroke against the undead horse-creature.
Cervantes gets lost in the beat for a second and lets it guide its strikes, making him not properly anticipate the creature's moves.
Well, this is embarrassing....ahem!
Cervantes thrust his lance into the zombie horse.
The orange zombie reaches out to Aldonza, pushing the scabbard aside, and grabs hold of Aldonza.
The blue zombie strikes Ulena and grabs hold of her wrist.
Party Status
Aldonza: 5 damage & grabbed
Ulena: 14 damage & grabbed
To Act
Jak
Rufous
Ulena
Aldonza
Yellow: 7 damage
Horse: 40 damage
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Seeing his friends wounded by the undead, Rufous sings out a hymn to Sarenrae:
♫ ♬
Heal them, with fire from above
Kneeling, my god is the Sun
♫ ♬
With a couple of words in Celestial — "הילה מלאכית" — he casts a spell and an angelic halo begins to shed a divine aura around the goblin's head.
He then reads the scroll in his hand, "לְרַפֵּא לְרַפֵּא," and a bright ray of positive energy shines between Rufous and Ulena.
Aldonza is unable to break the hold of the zombie.
Jak sends a bolt of holy energy towards blue. It pierces its flesh and explodes on contact.
Ulena strikes the horse and it drops.
Aldonza may act. 2 actions remaining. DC 16 is what you are looking for for escape. Reminder, it has the attack trait, so MAP will apply to your next attempt
Party Status
Aldonza: 6 damage & grabbed
Ulena: 4 damage & grabbed
Aldonza, unable to get free, stabs the zombie grabbing her.
Cervantes may act
Orange 6 damage
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Cervantes moves and drives his lance through the head of the undead.
After the final zombie falls and a calm falls over the town once more. Few moments later, a living horse emerges from behind a house. It cautiously approaches the PC's. The horses leather barding features a large engraving of the Glyph of the Open Road and gold-and-green caparisons.
Bodies litter the ground. One in particular stands out. This graying zombie’s features are rotted and torn. Its clothing, although tattered and dirtied, was nevertheless clearly fine at one time, with a torn ruffled collar and ripped cloak.
In the undead horses mouth and wrapped down around the neck is a Wayfinder.
Dust-covered pews stand in silent rows in this small chapel, and shelves line the walls. Facsimiles of candles occupy the candelabras here—mounds of congealed wax and burned wicks.
A small corpse—charred, broken, and its features mostly burned away—rests against the pew. The corpse is covered in a layer of fine ash and scraps of charred fabric that seem to be all that remains of the clothing it once wore. Around its neck is a soot-covered chain bearing an ankh.
Empty weapon cases and crates are scattered throughout this bare-bones building. Dust outlines the faint shadows of swords and shields removed from their resting places.
Grime-caked and smashed glass cases occupy much of this apothecary, and dusty shelves line many of the walls. A door to the northwest leads to an emptied storage closet.
Outside the building, a painted sign reading “The Flaming Wheel” and decorated with a flaming chariot wheel hangs from one chain, swaying gently in the wind.
A broken circular table and door, part of a makeshift barricade, rest near the entrance of this modest tavern. Other similar tables and accompanying chairs are scattered throughout the area. Long-dried blood smears decorate the floor and walls. The bar is haphazardly covered in tankards—signs of the final celebration of life.
This corpse has been heavily damaged by zombie teeth. A broken piece of plate armor lies nearby, bearing iconography of a flame and the hilt of a sword.
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Rufous casts a healing spell on his companions .
The ruddy goblin novice wanders into Goldenflame Chapel. Seeing the scorched body on the floor, he inspects the holy symbol, muttering a quiet prayer to The Dawnflower while bringing his own holy symbol up to his lips.
He then moves to investigate the town records.
Rufous is able to determine, even with the heavy disfigurement, he recognizes the symbol of Sarenrae.
Cervantes, Aldonza, Ulena T to go
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Aldonza curtsies to Cervantes. ”Ahhh, much obliged”, she says to Rufous. She wipes her blade on one of the corpses, before sheathing it.
Looking over their fallen foes, she notes the wayfinder in the re-dead horse’s mouth. ”Oh, you brought me a present!”, she grins. ”Good boy!” She tries to extricate it from the once-lumbering carcass.
Aldonza is able to free the wayfinder from the horse carcass. The letters C.M are etched in to lid of the wayfinder.
Cervantes, Jak Tlooly, Ulena T to go
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That was an exhilarating battle! Good job, everyone. Ohhhh, and the dancing! - Cervantes kisses his fingers as he bows in front of Aldonza - Milady, you truly understand that battle and dance can be one and the same. I'm honored to fight beside you.
Once Cervantes has taken a moment to enjoy the group's victory, he begins more carefully looking around the dilapidated buildings. He ponders for a second how to proceed.
I think I want to know how the conflict that took place here developed. Surely, the guardhouse will reveal to us more details about the struggle. I'll head there first.
Come on, Rocinante, maybe we'll find you a snack, and don't go running off like that if trouble shows up!
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"Thank you for all your healing Rufous, you certainly helped us maintain momentum." Ulena cleans her weapon replaces it on her back.
While Aldonza pulls the wayfinder free, Ulena attempts to identify the remains in the town square to see if it matches any of the descriptions they were given.
Cervantes goes inside the guard house and finds that the bed and table are crusted with a thick layer of dust. He does find a low grade cold iron buckler kicked under the bed.
Ulena is unable to make any headway with her investigation.
Jak realizes the significance of the sign and decides it should come with them.
Everyone may act
Bodies litter the ground. One in particular stands out. This graying zombie’s features are rotted and torn. Its clothing, although tattered and dirtied, was nevertheless clearly fine at one time, with a torn ruffled collar and ripped cloak.
In the undead horse's mouth and wrapped down around the neck is a Wayfinder.
Dust-covered pews stand in silent rows in this small chapel, and shelves line the walls. Facsimiles of candles occupy the candelabras here—mounds of congealed wax and burned wicks.
A small corpse—charred, broken, and its features mostly burned away—rests against the pew. The corpse is covered in a layer of fine ash and scraps of charred fabric that seem to be all that remains of the clothing it once wore. Around its neck is a soot-covered chain bearing an ankh.
Empty weapon cases and crates are scattered throughout this bare-bones building. Dust outlines the faint shadows of swords and shields removed from their resting places.
Grime-caked and smashed glass cases occupy much of this apothecary, and dusty shelves line many of the walls. A door to the northwest leads to an emptied storage closet.
Outside the building, a painted sign reading “The Flaming Wheel” and decorated with a flaming chariot wheel hangs from one chain, swaying gently in the wind.
A broken circular table and door, part of a makeshift barricade, rest near the entrance of this modest tavern. Other similar tables and accompanying chairs are scattered throughout the area. Long-dried blood smears decorate the floor and walls. The bar is haphazardly covered in tankards—signs of the final celebration of life.
This corpse has been heavily damaged by zombie teeth. A broken piece of plate armor lies nearby, bearing iconography of a flame and the hilt of a sword.
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Strange...no signs of activity here. Hard to believe any settlement would be without guards. Perhaps...well, let's take a look at the armory then. If anyone was defending the place, they would have gone there to supply themselves.
Cervantes exits the Guardhouse and heads over to the armory to investigate.
Aldonza enters the store and can instantly make out the heavy scent of mold. Clouds of the stuff float through the air.
Cervantes: The evacuees took much of the contents of the armory to defend themselves on their journey, and undead troops and Whispering Way cultists have taken the remaining equipment.
Near the armory is a nonfunctioning cart with broken axles.
Ulena moves to the body inside the chapel. She can not seem to ID this body either.
Jak and Roufus may act
At the smell of the mold,Aldonza changes course and heads to the apothecary instead.She rummages around and finds valuable scented candles, oils, and dried herbs used for aromatic, medical, or therapeutic purposes.
Jak fails to identify the remains of the body.
Rufous scours the office and finds the towns official records. He manages to find census records and historical documents kept by the Goldenflame town council. These records detail the history of the town’s inhabitants and notable events in the town’s history, including festivals, feasts, and the like.
Round 3: Everyone May Act
Bodies litter the ground. One in particular stands out. This graying zombie’s features are rotted and torn. Its clothing, although tattered and dirtied, was nevertheless clearly fine at one time, with a torn ruffled collar and ripped cloak.
In the undead horse's mouth and wrapped down around the neck is a Wayfinder.
Dust-covered pews stand in silent rows in this small chapel, and shelves line the walls. Facsimiles of candles occupy the candelabras here—mounds of congealed wax and burned wicks.
A small corpse—charred, broken, and its features mostly burned away—rests against the pew. The corpse is covered in a layer of fine ash and scraps of charred fabric that seem to be all that remains of the clothing it once wore. Around its neck is a soot-covered chain bearing an ankh.
Empty weapon cases and crates are scattered throughout this bare-bones building. Dust outlines the faint shadows of swords and shields removed from their resting places.
Grime-caked and smashed glass cases occupy much of this apothecary, and dusty shelves line many of the walls. A door to the northwest leads to an emptied storage closet.
Outside the building, a painted sign reading “The Flaming Wheel” and decorated with a flaming chariot wheel hangs from one chain, swaying gently in the wind.
A broken circular table and door, part of a makeshift barricade, rest near the entrance of this modest tavern. Other similar tables and accompanying chairs are scattered throughout the area. Long-dried blood smears decorate the floor and walls. The bar is haphazardly covered in tankards—signs of the final celebration of life.
This corpse has been heavily damaged by zombie teeth. A broken piece of plate armor lies nearby, bearing iconography of a flame and the hilt of a sword.
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Señorita Aldonza, good! You are here. I believe you mentioned you knew some crafts. Think you could repair this here wagon? If we did, we could take the bodies of our fallen comrades with us to give them proper burial in a safer place. - Cervantes points to his riding horse, Rocinante - My loyal steed, Rocinante, could then help us carry their burden.
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Señorita Aldonza, good! You are here. I believe you mentioned you knew some crafts. Think you could repair this here wagon? If we did, we could take the bodies of our fallen comrades with us to give them proper burial in a safer place. - Cervantes points to his riding horse, Rocinante - My loyal steed, Rocinante, could then help us carry their burden.
”Well, fixing a cart isn’t generally in my crafting wheelhouse”, Aldonza replies, indicating her outfit with a sweep of her long-nailed hand, ”but I can certainly take a look, Caballero”
She curtsies to him, and makes her way to the wagon.
Jak is easily as stumped by the armor.
Aldonza manages to fix up the axle best she could. It appears rickety, but should get the job done.
Something shiny catches Ulena's eye. She reaches under the front pew, by the alter and pulls out a Wayfinder. Scribbled on the lid is GIBB
Cerventas and Rufous may act
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Cervantes thanks Aldonza and then proceeds to tie Rocinante to the wagon.
After he is done, he begins loading onto the wagon the corpses of their fallen comrades they found in the town square and the chapel.
Once done, Cervantes joins Jak at the inn. Noticing that some of the room are still left unexplored, he offers to check them out himself.
You know, Jak, la señorita Aldonza found some fungi in the general store that prevented her from exploring there. Perhaps you can use your talents to circumvent the hazard? I hear you are quite skilled when it comes to the wilderness!
Round 4 Everyone May Act:(Rufous may attempt two checks to catch up)
Bodies litter the ground. One in particular stands out. This graying zombie’s features are rotted and torn. Its clothing, although tattered and dirtied, was nevertheless clearly fine at one time, with a torn ruffled collar and ripped cloak.
In the undead horse's mouth and wrapped down around the neck is a Wayfinder.
Dust-covered pews stand in silent rows in this small chapel, and shelves line the walls. Facsimiles of candles occupy the candelabras here—mounds of congealed wax and burned wicks.
A small corpse—charred, broken, and its features mostly burned away—rests against the pew. The corpse is covered in a layer of fine ash and scraps of charred fabric that seem to be all that remains of the clothing it once wore. Around its neck is a soot-covered chain bearing an ankh.
Empty weapon cases and crates are scattered throughout this bare-bones building. Dust outlines the faint shadows of swords and shields removed from their resting places.
Grime-caked and smashed glass cases occupy much of this apothecary, and dusty shelves line many of the walls. A door to the northwest leads to an emptied storage closet.
Outside the building, a painted sign reading “The Flaming Wheel” and decorated with a flaming chariot wheel hangs from one chain, swaying gently in the wind.
A broken circular table and door, part of a makeshift barricade, rest near the entrance of this modest tavern. Other similar tables and accompanying chairs are scattered throughout the area. Long-dried blood smears decorate the floor and walls. The bar is haphazardly covered in tankards—signs of the final celebration of life.
This corpse has been heavily damaged by zombie teeth. A broken piece of plate armor lies nearby, bearing iconography of a flame and the hilt of a sword.
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Jak moves to the General Store to examine the mold and possibly remove it.
[dice=Survival]1d20+7
Feel free to try again. You did not critically fail, so it did not trigger.