Nymeria keeps her eye on Killian, not bothering to try to barge into a room full of zombies past an ogre, a goblin and a demon-lady.
Perception: 1d20+8
Dead get up, dead go down;
Lets crush them back into the ground;
Smash their skulls, mush their heads;
I really hate these undeads.
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Awesome - ROFL.
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Seeing no point in a warchant against unworthy foes he awaits the zombies to come to him and cleaves one apart as it approaches.
Ready action to attack a zombie as it lurches forward.
Attack
Damage
Rd 1:
Attalas (resolved)
Cordren
Jezbazeel (resolved))
Mobo (resolved)
Ragnvald (resolved)
Zombies
Nymeria
Ragnvald cuts another zombie down, but the others advance slowly.
Cordren will use two move actions to advance to M22, using his short legs to bob and weave between the others, in order to attack the undead next round.
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We gonna get a group photo next - mellow ogre, gun crazy goblin, unstable blue haired chick, war crazed Ulfen, oppositionist elf and death loving dwarf
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Party 1We gonna get a group photo next - mellow ogre, gun crazy goblin, unstable blue haired chick, war crazed Ulfen, oppositionist elf and death loving dwarf
I love it - can't wait to see these in color, then we will be the party with the best artwork, drawn, colored and oratory.
Rd 1:
Attalas (resolved)
Cordren (resolved)
Jezbazeel (resolved))
Mobo (resolved)
Ragnvald (resolved)
Zombies (resolved)
Nymeria (resolved)
Temerarious Cordren storms forward and is greeted by the mindless undead
The monsters' companion moves ahead and smashes its fists at Jez.
@ Nymeria: Killian seems not very agitated and watches the fight stoically.
Rd 2:
Attalas
Cordren
Jezbazeel
Mobo
Ragnvald
Zombies
Nymeria
Round 2 - I think
Undead they ain't too bright;
Too think with us they could fight;
One by one we slice them up;
Into pieces smaller than a cup;
Once we done, blessed soon;
We shall find the sneaky coon;
Yes Mord and Wade who made this mess;
Then we will squish them into less.
_______
5-foot step to M-23
Attack-L22: <-- and a mighty breeze is felt
Damage:
Round 2
Cordren struggles to keep his spectacles on his nose as he is thumped by the cold, meaty hands of the undead.
He uses a move action to draw his mace, and with a squinty dwarven grimace, swings at the zombie on L22.
Heavy mace:
Damage:
This is awesome. So, we are now the Midnight Society? I was thinking we were the Unwanteds or something like that. The Midnight Society has too evil a sound to it for our happy go crazy mindset.
EDIT: Whiff! Whiff! Whoof!
R2
The gigantic blade goes whizzing overhead and slams at another Zombie...
Attack
Damage
R2
The gigantic blade goes whizzing overhead and slams at another Zombie...
Attack 1d20+7
Damage 3d6+12
Another zombie explodes into a fountain of stinking pus as it is hit by Attalas' blade.
The last two zombies try their best and attack Cordren
Waiting for Nymeria
Attack
Damage
Roll to confirm Crit.
Round 3
While the elf continues to complain that the ogre, the goblin and the tiefling are mean and racist, the tiefling focuses her racism on nearby zombies.
Attack whichever one Ragnvald failed to mutilate.
Attack:
Damage: --> maybe if Ragnvald swung right to left and I swing left to right, we can get the gore to collide with itself and leave a beautiful pus cloud.
"Whatcha mean racist? OK well I don't like zombies much thats fair enough, but they start all the trouble!" Attalas states, matter-of-factly.
Attack
Damage
Confirmation?
Attack
Damage
When we started six there were;
Attalas splattered one on Mobo's fur;
Five were left and their faces turned red;
Until they realized it was they who bled;
The fifth tried a quick easy fall;
But then realized he'd been splattered on the wall;
The fourth fled Mobo' dog slicer;
But ran into Jez's zombie dicer;
When three were left once more;
Attalas covered the room in pus like gore;
When two were left Ragnvald cast a ward;
Which appeared much like his massive sword;
The last one found its life quite short;
So Jez helped its unlife abort;
While the dead did meet their timely death;
The elf she held her elvish breath;
While she watched with squinted eyes;
Would Killian show any surprise;
All now knew he was the last to stand;
The jury rigger and blight on the land;
Will he stay or will he flee;
But either way a painful death he'll see
Nymeria draws her bow and readies it in case any zombies make their way through the door.
Nymeria draws her bow and readies it in case any zombies make their way through the door.
Er - I would tell you that they are all dead, but that is hard to verify except for the large amount of gore and puss covering Mobo. Mobo, stop sucking your fingers, that cannot be healthy.
Attlas flicks the muck off his sword.
He checks to make sure the whole level is now cleared, if not he kicks in the next door before heading to the basement...
"Must be something else Mordy wants us to see"
"Bah! These pathetic wrethches are unWORRTHY!"
With a brutal and devastating beauty, Ragnvald, Attalas and Jezbazeel have reduced the band of zombies to piles of rotten meat and gore in less than 20 seconds. It was an astonishing display of raw power.
The old graveyard is now deserted again and you wonder what had driven these restless souls out of their graves.
Attalas gives in to curiosity and goes to have a look...
Killian joins you and as you walk past the nameless withered gravestones, the old dandy suddenly points at one with a name on it
Oh well, Joshua Clams - he worked at the courthouse years ago, poor fellow, guess he was hanged for some minor crime.
"You know, for a juror, you sure seem to know a lot of small details and odd stuff about this place..."
Surprise round!
Attack on Killian.
He's a lying bastard, about time we found out what he's lying about.
Grapple v CMD.
Killian does not even offer resistance, but as soon as Attalas is above him, you hear a menacing rasping out of the darkness that reminds you of Mord's ruined voice.
Killian stares at Attalas and calmly says
Don't dare to hurt me...
"So there we have it. Plain as day. You are a liar and a cheat, and you are the the prison warden and Mordy the Gaoler. So start talking then, as I am sick of your lies... state plainly what you pair want, and lets get to the bloody bottom of it. Or draw your sword like a man and we will have the end of it, one way or another."
Attalas is backing up as he talks, making sure that Killian will have to rush in to engage, whereas Attalas will have superior reach and can cut him off.
"Out with it"
Killian slowly gets to his feet
Spoiling the whole play before the last act? You don't really want me to do that, eh? But you're right, I'm Mord's only friend.
And with that he takes the mask of the old dandy. He begins to scratch at his face and slowly the skin comes off, unveiling the face of a haggard man in his forties.
I guess you already know who I am?
Ragnvald shakes his head. "I knew a long time ago. But what would be the point of killing you here and waste time when I can do it later at my leisure. Those plans haven't changed, mark my words." With the Ragnvald pushes past them and goes to explore the last unexplored room.
Do we get to play stretchy stretchy with him?
Jez is smiling as she says this, some of her demonic heritage showing through.
Killian arches an eyebrow
You shouldn't try that...
As Ragnvald returns into the courthouse proper, he suddenly hears a fiery exchange of words from the main hall. Surely two men have some kind of heated argument.
Well, everything appears to be dead and dismembered in here, too bad we did not include the sleazy Killian in the body count. Lets see where Ragnvald wandered off to.
I follow Ragnavald into the main room.
"Whats tha noise?"
Attalas looks back down the hall, signalling to his friends to gather up.
As you walk back into the main hall you spot two men.
The younger one, a handsome and stern man has drawn a broad sabre and gets ready to fight an older, slightly fat man who wields a bastard sword.