As the villain skitters away, Ragnvaldr discards his axe and shield in a huff, drawing his bow and firing a shot at the alchemist.
D down 49 hp's.
He's bleeding from his ears now, but he's not stunned.
He's into death metal probly.
And now, he's down 58 hp's.
Ragnvaldr sticks an arrow in his spleen.
He's grunting in pain.......
Alinya/Larissa up
Larissa will draw and load her crossbow.
Right on.
Alinya,.....
Alinya lets her summoned spectral hand dissipate back into the aether, choosing to use her wand rather than waste further valuable spells on this, now outnumbered, simpleton.
D is down 62 hp's now......
At X4 and x9 are doors, there's a wall next to the ramp......from that door emerge two......dead corpses. They run up to Rholf; they seem to be quite adept at scientific boxing.
Moving to surround Rholf, or flank him as it were, they both punch him; one misses, and the other one hits for 8 hp damage.
The "D" hits Ragnvaldr with a fire bomb; he takes 11 hp damage; Larissa takes 6 hp damage; reflex dc 16 to take only 3 hp damage.
Group's attack!!!!!
Leik moves to T4 and attacks "D"
Leik's psionic attack fails to find its mark......
Larissa, seeing a foe she can do more good against, moves to T7 and channels to harm undead.
"Oh, for the luv of,... ALL of this at your disposal, and you resort to Zombies? That's just sad." Edwin complains theatrically.
Seeing that Larissa seems to be taking steps to contain the ambulatory deceased, he turns back to their 'friend' on the wall.
"You. Get down here. Now." He says firmly, then openshis mouth to scream silently at him once more.
[dice=Reflex DC 16]1d20 + 3
Larissa, seeing a foe she can do more good against, moves to T7 and channels to harm undead.
[dice=Channel Damage]2d6
They both look a little crispy as she blasts them with the heavenly bombardment.
Note to self......
the zombies are down 6/6 hp
And Edwin shrieks at the leader again; he's looking rode hard and put away wet.
Rholf looks pretty annoyed at the new obstacles... He says a forceful prayer, channeling Sarenrae's might to fry the abominations.
Channel positive energy:
Rholf drops the two zombies with his righteousness bomb.
huzzah!
I reckon Ragnvaldr's up to bat here.
The Ulfen loads another arrow and lets it fly at the alchemist.
Ragnvaldr's arrow finally drops him.
End of combat, 500 exp each.
Leik focuses on the ring to find the egglings
Seems to be pulling down into the bottom of the room.
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Edwin sniffs with disdain and straightens his ascot.
"Duecedly unpleasant fellow. We did ask politely."
"The egglings are beneath us" Leik says as he manages his way to the ground via ladder
On the bottom floor, there's a bunch of refuse surrounding the massive vats of chemicals. There's also a stinging fog; nothing too bad, but you feel like coughing and wheezing, and it's nasty.
A door leads east.
Leik goes to the door and attempts to open it.
The door opens into a storage room, 30 feet by 30 feet.
There's piles of crates lining the walls, and several coffins and bell jars in the center of the room.
Door leads south.
Reassess target position with the ring, if it isn't pointing somewhere clearly then search the room
Their position is to the east. You don't find anything besides the crates, coffins, and bell jars.
Rholf nods grimly as their enemy falls, does a channel to help heal up from the scrap, then follows Leik's lead. [ooc]I lost track of who all got smacked, so Rholf will just head for Ragnvaldr, since he knows he took some hurtin'. Anyone else that gets in range is a bonus.)
Channel positive energy:
everybody can "bask in the light," as it were....
Edwin calmly searches the fallen leader,
Pockets anything that looks possibly valuable or interesting for later, and then follows the others.
Edwin wrinkles his nose at the acrid mist. "Careful. This might not be, overtly, poisonous. But it can't possibly be good to breath for long periods of time. Hm, what have we here?" He asks no one as he examines the contents of the room. His gaze lingers on the bell jar,...
"Well, obviously the caskets are the 'meat' of the chymikule experiments. As it were." He says wryly. "Or perhaps you might refer to them as 'reemployment opportunities'. Or perhaps 'recyclable assistants'." He chuckles at his own wit.
"It would seem that they are trying to perfect a new form of flesh golem, perhaps attempting to combine the process with the mystical or clerical techniques for animating the dead. Almost as if,..." He mutters off for a moment, his brow wrinkled in thought, or concern.
"I suspect that we are not the first to ascertain the 'Beasts' unique nature. It would appear that he has 'sparked' an interest in recreating the situation that brought him to be. Or at least imitate it."
Two stacks of crates to the east look like they've been moved a lot; there's dust on the floor that's not there.
On the leader, Edwin scores:
a potion of cure light wounds and one of water breathing,
a wand of acid arrow with 25 charges,
two doses of dust of tracelessness,
a +1 heavy mace,
a ring of keys,
a bunch of alchemist stuff nobody can use,
500 gold pieces,
and.....his face......it's not his face. He's wearing a skinned face.
It didn't seem apparent until now that he's dead; it looked alive before; like his face. Now it looks like a Leatherface mask.
Larissa joins Edwin in checking out the dead man's gear. Pointing at the skin-mask, she says, "Didn't we see one of those earlier?"
Edwin throws everything on the leader into a sack, (including the alchemist stuff, he considers himself an expert on everything)
He wrinkles his nose in disgust at the transformation on teh man's face, but studies it with great interest. "Mixing alchemy and necromancy, indeed." He murmurs.
Then points out the crates to the east.
"Due to the lack of dust and obvious scuff marks, I surmise that there is likely a hidden doorway behind those crates."
Leik turns around and follows the lead of the eminently more observant man.
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Do you mess with the mask?
Larissa will examine the mask.
(lol)been working all day; just got more work ordered; see you guys in 4 hours maybe.
Larissa will examine the mask.
[dice=Heal]1d20 + 13
It comes off. It was......the skin of the dude that he looked like while he was wearing it. Underneath, this.....guy,....looks like a skinned man: kinda like Frank in the first Hellraiser movie.
"Ewww."
heh heh
"That is exceptionally strange..."
heh heh......