Lamsfel's blow shatters one of the skeletons, but the rest lurch unevenly to their feet and start toward you. One, within reach of Lamsfel, lashes out at him with its claws.
Tristan takes a swing at the nearest skeleton.
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Muttering under his breath, he adjusts his position to D9,
Lamsfel dodges the claw, but only just. He tries to repeat his previous success.
Missing horribly, he backs away .
Muttering under his breath, he adjusts his position to D9,
Missing horribly, he backs away .
Gan stabs between the rib cage of the spear, causing no visible damage. He stands his ground and shows no fear in his eyes.
Tybus steps to E11 and attacks the one in the water, drawing his cutlass and applying his arcane pool point.
"Gan! Watch out!", Callomeleth shrieks as a skeleton rises from the nearby pool. He'd been so focused on the obvious four that he didn't even notice the one submerged. He cleared his throat and sang to the heavens to calm his frayed nerves, calling on the Rose to watch over him and his fellows. After that, he swallowed, and stepped forward to face the undead horror.
Cast Bless, then move to D12.
Muttering under his breath, he adjusts his position to D9,
Missing horribly, he backs away .
The two skeletons threatening Lamsfel pursue him as he tries to retreat from their claws. The bony fingers slash at his flesh with undying fury.
Elsewhere in the cave, Tristan, Tybus and Gan all suffer their own onslaughts.
Lamsfel continues to hold his own against the skeletons, blocking one attack with his short sword that came close and dodging the other claws. Turning his swords sideways, he strikes out with each hand, trying to knock the skull off one of the skeletons, but his blows fail to disable the creature. Frustrated, he steps back toward the rest of the party.
Tybus 5-foot steps to F10, then tries Spell Combat.
"Back, fiend!", the elf cries, swinging his mace towards the skull of the skeleton attacking the old Tian man.
Attack the one on Gan.
In the din of battle, Tristan grits his teeth and takes another swing.
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Then he steps to D8 to assist his struggling friend.
Gan acknowledges Callomeleth's prayers: Thank you, friend. Your heavenly song reminds me of home.
He then presses the attack, stabbing his spear before moving over to assist Tristan and Tybus.
Tristan's sword manages to demolish one, but none of the rest of the group manages to actually make contact with the skeletons through their broken armor. The remaining undead still continue their mindless, deadly assault. Although Lamsfel continues his fighting retreat, one of the skeletons remains focused on him - the other, however, is distracted by Tristan's approach and turns its fury on him.
Smarting from the claw, Tristan gathers momentum to smash the skeletons.
Step to C8, then Cleave. , . If successful then , .
Taking advantage of the flank provided by Gan, Tybus continues to work his magic along with swinging his cutlass.
They be scratching me bad! And I can't seem to hit them!
Both relieved and concerned that one of his dance partners moved away, Lamsfel concentrates on the remaining foe, once again trying to hit it with either or both of his swords.
Unfortunately, his flailing does little to change the outcome of the combat.He holds his position for now.
Suppressing Attack (Ex): As long as you have at least 1 point of panache, the first target you attack with a finesse weapon each round suffers a -1 penalty to attack rolls until the beginning of your next turn.
"Concentrate on your defense, sailor! These old bones will make a mistake and you'll crush them for it, but only if you make sure they don't bring you down first!"
Gan swings the haft of the spear around, striking with blunt force to try to shatter the skeleton's head.
Callomeleth leaps back as the blighted skeleton tears its claws across his mailed chest. The sound is like fingernails across a blackboard, and the elf winces in discomfort at the noise. He shoves the thing to arm's length with one hand, then swings his mace again towards the skeleton's shoulder bones.
Still attacking #5, as he's "alive."
This time it is Callomeleth who manages to reduce the number of undead foes by one, while the rest of the group struggles to make any impact on them. The skeletons respond with more claw attacks, their sightless eyes staring and jaws gaping in hideous grins.
Lamsfel's foe finally catches the elf ducking when he should have weaved and a pained grunt escapes his lips, but he continues to try to reply in kind.
Heartened by two near misses, he continues to swing away, blood obvious on his side where the claw tore him.
Gritting his teeth in determination, Tybus keeps up the attack, trying to avenge the apparent raking Gan received by their foe.
Tybus finally gets some payback, shattering the skeleton in front of him, but he cannot manage to blast one of the two remaining undead - instead, the positive energy ray hits Tristan in the back, with no effect.
Gan chants a spell to repair the weakened extraplanar rift between himself and the Traveler. Once the presence is strongly anchored again he maneuvers around and brandishes his spear towards the remaining skeletons.
Tristan tries again to sweep the skeletons off their feet, stepping in front of them.
, , if it hit , .
And Tristan once again ends the threat.
Unfortunately, other than the ruined armor worn by these restless souls, there seems to be little of value within the cavern. A single passage out to the northwest beckons, however.
Callomeleth sighs as the last of the undead creatures is shattered before them. "I see why the goblins considered this place death," he says, glancing about to make certain no further skeletons crawl from the pool. "Gather around, and receive the Rose's blessing." He sings his song of healing again once the group is nearby.
One more channel, and I'll save the last one for now.
"Are we prepared to keep moving?", Callomeleth asks. "Or shall I call upon the Rose's favor once more?" The elf's voice is still shaky, and his eyes betray his agitation.
"How do you feel, my friends? Can you withstand another dance like this?"
He points to the next apparent course of travel, a question in his eyes.
Gan's eyes glow brightly as he speaks; We remain steadfast, as always. Let us proceed. Unless... . He trails off, giving an appraising look at Tybus' wounds.
Tybus winces as he takes stock of his wounds. Sorry, mates. I'm a bit beat up.
I'm good too. Can someone please help Tybus?
"Well, all I can do is withdraw to try again another day. Callomeleth, does your goddess grant you further boon this day?"
Callomeleth nods, and he continues singing. He presses his hands upon Tybus' wounds, and the rosy warmth embraces them both.
Dropping command to spotaneously cast cure light wounds.
"There you are, shipshape and seaworthy again! Who's first in?"
Tybus steps back, amazed. He runs his hands over the completely healed wounds. Bloody good show, mate!
Though still appearing to be affected by the allergic reaction to the nettles, Tybus can't help but smile and shoulder his bow. He draws his cutlass and refreshes the dancing lights.
Ready. We'll see what's ahead.
Gan closes his eyes and places a hand, that radiates with heat, on Tristan.
Lead the way, warrior. Strike with purpose.