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Ergh! The wizard's na' getting squished on my watch! Bring it on you sorry sots, I'll send ya back to da Boneyard! Sandor draws his weapon on the move. He moves North 2, West 1 to block access to Morkeleb.
End of Surprise Round.
Round 1
Odric takes position, Eagle at the ready...
Grym lets fly with a bullet that slams into the Owlbear's skull. The hit is solid and even in torchlight, a spiderweb crack appears.... Grym grunts with approval, eager to make this fight go better than his last.
With eery silence, they advance. From the West, the former men come like a wave on the party. The trio in the center slam into Sandor and everyone hears claws on steel. The pillars offer protection beyond even the impressive armor.
Claws! , ,
Sandor lets forth a deep gravely chortle, Is'at all ye gut?!
From the east lumbers the true beast. He squeezes up the stairs and turns South. The undead hatred in it's eyes focused on the one pressing into the Warrens. He pays no heed to the Eagle that whips out.
Readied Action, Odric
The pick misses by fractions of an inch. Odric curses, "Caiden's C*ck! The warrior's shoulder muscles flex and cause his armor to groan under stress that last month would have been caused by his prodigious belly.
Ferox, you are up!
The map at the beginning of Ferox's turn.
You're a Dwarf. You're short about 3 feet. Get over it buddy.
Ferox, you are up!
ROUND 1
Morkeleb backpedals as far as he can toward the entrance, points his wand at the sekeltal Owlbear, and lets fly.
Magic Missile damage:
Ferox takes a step to the east to distance himself from the skeletons. He draws his bow and lets loose a blunt arrow at the skeleton.
Attack:
Damage:
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Morkeleb's missile slams into the large skeleton with even more force than the sling. The beast's bones crack and snap. Still it lumbers forward - it's head never turning from Gaius. Another loud CRACK! rings out as Ferox lands an arrow on the skeleton attacking him. A second shot like that may well destroy it.
Battle map after school.
Gaius?
Gaius steps NW 1. His face is a mask of boredom as he deftly steps under slashing claws with little effort.
Might someone have a club or a staff or something useful to lend me until the battle is over?
As he finishes, he lightly kicks the skeleton in the shin bone, giving him the space he needs to pull his holy symbol from out from inside his tunic. He focuses his will and channels positive energy to harm The Undead. All undead monsters in this room are caught in the burst of yellow light.
Channel Energy: , DC 12 Will Save for 1/2 Damage
Morkeleb looks at his staff, clearly hesitant to let it out of his hand. Only if there is no other.
Odric tosses the Rusty Pipe at Gaius' feet. Don't get any ideas, weirdo.
Round 1
Sandor feels the wizard behind him he turns his head to get a feel for the battle.
'at's right ya rattlin nitwits cmere and give me all ye got. Ferox ifn ya would try ta take a step down and box Mork in.
Using the pillars and his shield to trap the reaching claws of the one to the south Sandor kicks out with his foot to the knee of the one in front of him getting it to lean a little forward to catch his balance. In a flash Sandor twists teh axe slightly and swings the hefty dwarven axe down on the back and skull of the skele using the flat of the blade so as to hit more like a hammer.
Axe:
Dmg:
end round 1
INITIATIVE REPOST:
Odric (24)
Grym (22)
Skeleton (17)
Morkeleb (15)
Ferox (14)
Gaius (14)
Sandor (6)
Round the Second
Odric. Hates. Skeletons.
He hates them in all forms, owlbear, humanoid, whatever else the forces of evil might animate against the warrior.
With a feral snarl, he winds up with The Eagle and unleashes with all his might against the rattling, shambling bones before him. The Eagle streaks through the darkness, the eyes still streaming clear, brilliant light which burns a faint track across Odric's retinas as it crosses before his hatred-filled eyes.
The Owlbear raises its misshapen skeletal arm to fend off the blow, but The Eagle crashes through it mercilessly. With a splintering of yellowed bone and a puff of ancient dust, the heavy weapon crashes through the creature's pitiful defenses and into its brittle ribcage. A savage shout escapes his throat, ripping through the darkness in an inarticulate expression of rage.
The creature opens wide its beak, whether in some surviving instinctual reaction to pain or in pure evil hatred as the head and shaft crush its chest. Were the creature living, the massive trauma to organs and tissue would surely have destroyed it. In undeath, however, the necromantic forces binding and animating these bones hold fast. Splintered, shattered bones hang together in a mockery of life and continue the attack relentlessly.
Odric wrenches The Eagle free and stands on guard with the weapon before him with fury and revulsion smouldering within his steely eyes.
FAIL
Round 2
If Grym has a clear shot at the owlbear skeleton he will take it. If it has cover from the pillar or if I might hit Odric, then the ranger will turn 180 and launch a bullet at one of the skeletons near Ferox. Whichever one he has a clear shot at. Wounded one preferebly.
Grym whirls the sling overhead and lets fly at the undead monster.
bullet damage
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Sandor brings the weapon down with great force, the ribs break with a sound like Tian firecrackers. A fraction of a second later Odric sends the owlbear reeling as the bullet from Grym's sling collides just right! The dweomer holding the owlbear together shatters with the bone.
Without a sense of loss, the skeletons simply continue their advance. The remaining 5 slash with their clawed hands:
Against Ferox: and
Against Morkeleb: and
Against Sandor: and
Against Sandor: and
Against Gaius: and
Ferox takes
Morkeleb takes and from 2 hits!
Sandor continues to bear the attacks with nary a nick or cut.
Gaius remains similarly unharmed, but due more to ducking and weaving.
Battle Map here!
Morkeleb's chance to exact revenge
ROUND 2
Morkeleb reels and cries out from the second hit--he is unaccustomed to being this badly injured. He clamps his mouth shut grimly over the exclamation, though, and takes quick stock of the situation.
Melee warriors are all in place, Ferrox is engaged--if he can be freed from his foe, he'll have more options.
With a quick moment's concentration to block out pain and fear, Morkeleb steps back out of the monstrosity's range, levels his wand, and fires a missile at the skeleton facing Ferrox.
magic Missile damage: <--Ha!! Ba-zucking--finga!!
Ferox shoots an arrow at the skeleton that was just clawed up Morkeleb...
Indirect vengeance is good enough for me!
Morkeleb gives Ferrox a nod and small smile.
Sandor keeps baiting the 2 in front of him by showing an openining and then trying to snap their bones at the wrists by crushing them between the pilar and his shield, once he feels Morkelb leave his back he changes his stance waiting for the skeleton behind him to take a step. As he does so the axe swings down scraping the pilar causing sparks crashing into the clavical of that skeleton
Axe attack:
Damage:
That's 2 back ta the grave, next 2 commin on up
With a boost of confidence Sandor takes a 5' step between the 2 skele's so they don't move to flank Gaius
Ferox and Gaius haven't posted since Friday. I think you are good to post your turn.
Dude. I've been waiting for Rich.
Does that count as his turn?
Ferox takes a step back towards the stairs. He takes aim at the nearest skeleton (whichever one Sandor hasn't killed but threatens him). He lets loose, hoping that his aim is true.
Attack:
Damage:
ROUND 2
Gaius looks at the rusted pipe at his feet in amusement.
Odric just tried to lay me some pipe. I normally charge for this.
Gaius steps back 5' (Move North 1) and takes out his whip. Yellow light pulses from him once more, washing the chamber in positive energy.
Channel Positive Energy to Harm Undead: points of damage, Will save for half. DC 12.
Gaius looks around and dispassionately looks everyone over.
Ferox and Morkeleb, please come closer that I may examine your injuries. Is anyone else hurt?
Gaius looks Morkeleb over, noting deep slash wounds on his arms and shoulders.
Cure Light Wounds:
The wounds close and heal almost completely, but bruises and aches do still remain.
Best I can do for now, Friend., Gaius says putting the slightest emphasis on the word for Morkeleb.
Gaius moves to Ferox and looks over the Inquisitor, making disapproving clicks with his tongue as he sees the torn clothes.
I think you're fine for now, Inquisitor Ferox. Though you could use a tailor.
Gaius moves back to the southern wall and the hole. He looks back at the others, patiently.
Morkeleb takes a quick look around, scanning the area with both staff and wand levelled, eyes narrowed. Once it's apparent the coast is clear, he lowers his weapons, breathes deeply, and winces at the claw marks on his flesh, leaning a bit on his staff.
Yes, of course.
As the healing energies surge and his wounds bind, Morkeleb flexes his now only slightly aching arm. Morkeleb meets Gaius' eyes, noting the emphasis. He gives Gaius a slight smile and a polite "head bow" of acknowledgement.
Well done, everyone. That could have gone much worse. It appears we are learning from our past mistakes! Let us keep in mind that Rolth is a cunning foe and while he uses mindless automotons to do his bidding, he apparently knows how to command them to ambush effectively. He is clearly expecting to be followed, so let us stay on our guard against further surprises--for there will surely *be* further surprises.
Morkeleb concentrates briefly, scanning the area for magical auras before resuming his place in the marching order. I doubt there will be anything of value or use here, but it never hurts to check.
Grym puts away his sling happy to have finally put it to good use helping to make that dead owlbear deader...
The ranger is happy to move on proud that this fight against the skeletons went so much better then last time. Grym and Bucho move up to the fork in the tunnel. The ranger tries to figure out which way the odd 4 toed tracks went.
Tracking check
Grym motions Sandor up to assist in the tracking.
Sandor will of course assist Grym in tracking, but first I would like to examine the 2 alcoves east and west that the skeletons and owlbear came out of.
Perception: please add a +2 if it involves stonework
After I am done checking both alcoves I will assist Grym in tracking.
Survival: knowing that there should be at least 1 human track, and skeletons will try to see what different kind is before us.
Sandor will of course assist Grym in tracking, but first I would like to examine the 2 alcoves east and west that the skeletons and owlbear came out of.
Grym nods as if he forgot to investigate the two alcoves. The ranger and his dog check the west one, while others can check the east one.
Perception
Odric takes up rear guard, trailing the party facing the way they came. The Eagle is shining golden light behind. As Odric follows, he is on edge, expecting the undead to rush him out of the darkness beyond the limits of his small circle of light.
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The alcoves provide no trinkets or loot. Neither the west nor the east have anything of note. The trail is hard to follow. The only thing you manage to parse out is that boots go in both directions, with more traffic to the east. There is a slight scent of fresh death down the eastern fork. You hear voices, faint and unintelligible. Though you can't make out the words, laughter is unmistakable.
Morkeleb stops, and says quietly (but loud enough to carry to the front of the line) Wait . . .
He then casts Message on everyone, so we can communicate quietly. Then he nods as if to say "Carry on."
East it is... Grym says softly as he pulls out his sword ready to creep forward.
Grym will creep forward with the Calistrian rogue. Gaius can take point, since this is his specialty. The ranger can at least be there to back him up incase something goes wrong...
Stealth
*whisper* Gaius, signal me if you need to be quieter for a moment, I can help.
I stowe the MM wand, and pull out a Forced Silence scroll.
Gaius, continuing as before in the shadows thanks to the power of Low Light Vision.
Stealth:
Perception:
Eastward bound.
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Morkeleb hangs back, being unskilled in these delecate arts. Most of what he can do can be done from a distance anyway . . . however, he looks around carefully, ready for a sneak attack from behind!
Perception: