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Cursing without end under his breath, Rurik climbs to his feet and stumbles to the edge of the fort where he gazes down upon the undead figures.
"Damn this place to the Abyss!"
Taking a deep breath, he summons a Hound Archon, calling it into being with a shimmer of golden light filled with diamond motes, and has it manifest before the wights, where it immediately lets out a bark of outrage at the sight of the dwarven undead and swings its greatsword.
It's aura of menace washes out over the wights, bathing them with a supernatural fear of his presence.
Rurik himself clicks his Boots of Speed, and quickly draws and fires his arrows at the approaching wights.
"Once again into the fray.", says Agyen with all of the enthusiasm of someone announcing dinner. Once again, he draws magics to shroud himself in holy fear and moves to where he can see more clearly. More clearly than staring at a wall at least.
”Sooo..” Cornu opens red eyes. ”When Ulave, a paladin, stubbornly sworn to eradicate all undead from the wastes, tells us to run because he's afraid of more undead hordes...well.” Ammonis casts six mirror images upon his body. He stares out across the fields looking for a real threat.
The Thane awakens with a roar, casting a glance at the marching dwarven corpses. "Oh, ye wretch!", he quickly lifts his hammer, dashing to stand to the side of his warriors. "I'll put ye back where ye belong!"
Ulave fires arrows at the two nearest flanking undead.
Cursing without end under his breath, Rurik climbs to his feet and stumbles to the edge of the fort where he gazes down upon the undead figures. "Damn this place to the Abyss!" Taking a deep breath, he summons a Hound Archon, calling it into being with a shimmer of golden light filled with diamond motes, and has it manifest before the wights, where it immediately lets out a bark of outrage at the sight of the dwarven undead and swings its greatsword.
It's aura of menace washes out over the wights, bathing them with a supernatural fear of his presence.
pass
Rurik himself clicks his Boots of Speed, and quickly draws and fires his arrows at the approaching wights.
Iyon runs into the flanking force alongside Thane Fenris.
The dwarves move in to return their kin to rest! Five of seven are able to reach their targets and strike.
miss
hit
miss
miss
hit
Only two of their strikes hit, and it’s clear their blunt warhammers are hindered by the nature of their enemy.
The old cleric Gorrak hefts his glowing dwarven waraxe and moves in behind the others!
The southern wights step up to attack Iyon and Fenris.
miss
miss
The vanguard of dwarven zombies claw at their living brothers! The rest advance
all miss
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Agyen: 45/45
Cornu: 44/44
Fenris: 89/99
Iyon: 66/67
Rurik: 57/60
Ulave: 53/55
Agyen jogs over to the paladin archer, and says in a flat voice:
"Bring ruin to the enemy."
But despite the monotone voice, a spark has flared in the samsaran's eyes, and as his finger briefly touches Ulave's bow, some of Agyen's strange magic passes into it. He then glances at the battle, spear still in hand.
Ammonis pulls out a scroll from a deep pocket grumbling something about damnable dwarves and begins to read it, hoping that Lyon was still within range.
"Och!", the Thane roars. "A'ight, lads, get yer daggers oot if ye've got 'em! Ye'll stare in their deid eyes as ye send them tae rest!" He charges forward like an avalanche, before crashing into the undead's flank, urgrosh cutting through zombie as if it were butter. "Hold the line!"
Iyon begins slashing at the two undead near him, prioritizing the one threatening his ally. Not wanting to know what diseases or supernatural taint the creatures might carry he kept his shield up.
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Uncorking his potion, he pours the foul liquid down his throat, hoping that the seller had told him true. Almost immediately, he feels strange, sinewy, and strong, like he had been when he was a younger man, before his life had changed forever. He felt, in short, like a bull.
Agyen comes up to him, a flat expression on his face. Bring ruin to the enemy. Agyen says and touches Ulave's bow, which now gleams with a holy light.Thank you brother. I will.
Suddenly, the world slows down. Has Ammonis hasted me? Now Ulave dashes down the hill to join the dwarves, strong as a bull, fleet as a deer, and filled with renewed purpose.
Stand together, and we will not fail!
buffs: hasted by Ammonis, +2 Weapon of Awe from Agyen, bulls strength potion (+4 to strength, so +2 modfier. Ulave carries an addaptive so +2 to damage)
Rurik sends a silent command to the Hound Archon to teleport, and the celestial being appears deep within the zombie ranks, providing flanking benefits to several of the dwarves even as it hacks at their foes.
He then steps up and unleashes another flurry of arrows.
The hound archon lets forth a baying cry that echoes unto the very heavens, seeming to reverberate back from the nightly firmament as he swings once more!
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Agyen jogs over to the paladin archer, and says in a flat voice: "Bring ruin to the enemy." But despite the monotone voice, a spark has flared in the samsaran's eyes, and as his finger briefly touches Ulave's bow, some of Agyen's strange magic passes into it. He then glances at the battle, spear still in hand.
Ammonis pulls out a scroll from a deep pocket grumbling something about damnable dwarves and begins to read it, hoping that Lyon was still within range.
"Och!", the Thane roars. "A'ight, lads, get yer daggers oot if ye've got 'em! Ye'll stare in their deid eyes as ye send them tae rest!" He charges forward like an avalanche, before crashing into the undead's flank, urgrosh cutting through zombie as if it were butter. "Hold the line!" He cleaves one of his fallen brothers in half straight through its torso. Its fingers continue to claw momentarily before withering into stillness.
Gorrak yells back, ”We huvnae got daggers!”
Iyon begins slashing at the two undead near him, prioritizing the one threatening his ally. Not wanting to know what diseases or supernatural taint the creatures might carry he kept his shield up. A severed head goes rolling across the dig site as his tetsubo caves in the skull of another
Uncorking his potion, he pours the foul liquid down his throat, hoping that the seller had told him true. Almost immediately, he feels strange, sinewy, and strong, like he had been when he was a younger man, before his life had changed forever. He felt, in short, like a bull. When Agyen blesses his bow, he thanks the Samsaran. Suddenly, the world slows down. Has Ammonis hasted me? Now Ulave dashes down the hill to join the dwarves, strong as a bull, fleet as a deer, and filled with renewed purpose. ”Stand together, and we will not fail!”
Rurik sends a silent command to the Hound Archon, and the celestial being charges at the zombie ranks. It lets forth a baying cry that echoes unto the very heavens, seeming to reverberate back from the nightly firmament as he swings once more!
Rurik then steps up and unleashes another flurry of arrows. Two land in the dirt, but one strikes a zombie’s head with such force it sends him spinning before toppling to the ground.
The dwarves move in to return their kin to rest! Five of seven are able to reach their targets and strike.
hit
hit
hit
hit
hit
Gorrak takes to the front, his sharp waraxe cutting down another zombie, but the warhammers wielded by the dwarves prove wholly ineffective against these undead.
The vanguard of dwarven zombies claw at their living brothers! The rest advance
Their stout dwarven armor protects the Thane’s men well, but Glomi is caught off guard as two zombies rake him with their bony claws!
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Agyen: 45/45
Cornu: 44/44
Fenris: 89/99
Iyon: 66/67
Rurik: 57/60
Ulave: 53/55
Glomi: -10
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"Tae my side, Stonehearts! Tip o' the spaer!", the Thane continues bolstering his men, as he steps forward, spinning in a flurry. The urgrosh's vicious blade sends limbs and heads flying with every blow, as he presses ever forwards. "Protect Glomi, an' give oor allies place tae charge!", he barks in Dwarven as his axe-blade sinks into a second zombie.
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Ulave reaches the line of dwarves, dead and undead alike, and quickly considers his options. Newly buffed, he is confident that he can bring at least one or two of the enemy down, but there are too many. Suddenly, on inspiration he takes out the coin he had found, and swallows it. A moment later, Ulave's form splinters into a thousand shards of light and is, briefly replaced by the form of his Goddess standing victorious over the grotesque form of the vanquished undead King Heliogu.
30 ft radius, 4d6.
Will Save to half damage: DC = 10 + 3 + 5 = 18
expends another 2 lay on hands, 2 left.
And from the earthen graves the golden spirits of the dwarves rise up and strike at their undead corpses. Thus hallowed, they drag them back into the earth to lay in peace.
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Ammonis yawns, trying to get that sleepy feeling back. Why'd I even get up? Come Fey, curl up in my hat...wait I don't have a hat. I'm a sorry fat wizard, am I not? Out in the wastes without my hat?
Agyen looks around, wary of further threats sneaking up.
"Are there any more graves? And has anyone seen who raised the zombies?"
Rurik lowers his bow, awed by the sight of Ulave's power. Even the Hound Archon turns and bows to the paladin before fading away.
The Thane shields his eyes as Ulave radiates light, then opens them to see the undead lain to rest. A tired smile spreads on his face, and a single tear scarpers to his beard. "O, wee wun.", he turns towards the halfling, placing a wide palm on his shoulder. "I'm nae poet, but ye're all bound tae be sent here by somethin' else than yer choice. An' whatever tha, I'll be thankin' it fer a fortnight!" Leaning on his urgrosh, he sighs as the dwarves begin burrowing the dead once more. "Thank ye fer bringin' ma ancesters tae rest."
"I don't know your funeral rites but would funeral pyres be a possibility? They might rest more easily, if that's not possible however I understand." Iyon starts doings some maintenance on his weapons and gear, accepting any tracks are likely beyond his skill to uncover after the torrent of undead they've fought off.
Iyon assists Fenris and the dwarves in returning the gravesite to order. This late at night, after the many battles and the rush of adrenaline, it is exhausting work.
And yet, it is not the end of this ordeal, whose end it seems shall never come.
Approximately one hour before dawn, mists rise from the ground in the predawn darkness cloaking the Desolation in an ethereal blanket. You nervously watch the mists for any disturbances that would indicate something creeping along beneath its cover.
Hell and damnation! Get up! Our end is nigh, most like, so get UP and meet it. A foul mist arises in our camp!
Rising from the mist, six fog-shrouded figures take form throughout the camp. Two even rise up within the confines of Ammonis's tiny hut. The glowing red eyes of the vampire spawn burn with wicked imagination.
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Agyen: 45/45
Cornu: 44/44
Fenris: 89/99
Iyon: 66/67
Rurik: 57/60
Ulave: 53/55
Glomi: -10
(no surprise round)
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This is my home and you are not invited, vampire spawn!
Rurik lets out an exhausted curse and once more reaches for the heavens, pulling down from the distant planes the Hound Archon once more, so that his aureate frame appears across from him, a vampire spawn betwixt the two.
The hound's mighty aura washes out over the hilltop once more, and it swings its great blade in a howling whistle.
Cornu raises up his arms, palms flat, and sends two scorching rays at a vampire spawn. Fey says some slippery words filling the ground west of the tiny hut with grease. Then she fly up out and deep into the night sky .
Rurik lets out an exhausted curse and once more reaches for the heavens, pulling down from the distant planes the Hound Archon once more, so that his aureate frame appears across from him, a vampire spawn betwixt the two. The hound's mighty aura washes out over the hilltop once more, and it swings its great blade in a howling whistle.
The archon’s mighty aura bolsters its allies, protecting them manipulative mind magic, while eroding the vampire spawns’ defenses. Its blade connects forcefully with the vampire spawn, though the creature’s preternaturally hard flesh insultes the full force of the blow
Cornu raises up his arms, palms flat, and sends two scorching rays at a vampire spawn. Its flesh bubbles and blisters as it shrieks in agony, though it survives.
Fey says some slippery words filling the ground west of the tiny hut with grease. Then she fly up out and deep into the night sky.
The vampires begin to heal at an accelerated rate . The vampire burned by Ammonis and its companion assume their foggy, gaseous form and float away over the grease and down the hill, out of sight. The other vampires twist around, trying to avoid being flanked. Sensing the magical protections afforded by the archon, they turn their sight to those dwarves beyond its reach...
fail
fail
fail
Gorrak, Ragnar, and Romni grow slack-jawed, then raise their weapons against their friends!
miss
miss
hit
hit
Kargesh, Thulbine, Glomi, Bruitt, Bereg look to Fenris, horrified. ”We cannae strike them back!” Instead, they attempt to crush the vampire spawn!
hit, subject to DR
hit, subject to DR
hit, subject to DR
hit, subject to DR
hit, subject to DR
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Agyen: 45/45
Cornu: 44/44
Fenris: 89/99
Iyon: 67/67
Rurik: 57/60
Ulave: 53/55
Glomi: -10
Kargesh: -6
Thulbine: -6
Iyon steps to the south and starts swinging at the vampiric fog, hoping the magic of his blade will let him harm the abomination.
Agyen decides to simultaneously bolster allies and harm the vampire spawn nearest him. With a wave of his hand, he summons warm energies that wash over them.
Rurik espies the shadowy figures in the near distance and points them out, bellowing: "Over there! See them? The true enemy!"
He then extends his hand in the dwarven figure's direction and flings forth a spate of coruscating sunlight in its direction.
The hound archon swings his blade with a howl of rage.
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The Thane steps forward, the urgrosh swinging crazily, but it's clear the malady clouding the dwarven minds is getting to him. "Seize this this instance, ye knobs! Tha bloadsucker are messin' wif yer haeds!", he can't help but shout as dwarf turns against dwarf. "I'll bash ye 'till oats come oot yer ears!", he roars at the vampire spawn, as the urgrosh burrows in the creature's flesh.
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Ammonis looks over in dread. He knew before looking that the true power has come. Exhausted and fat with only a few tricks left to play too Oh bother. Throw it in a hole!
Ammonis pulls out a scroungy scroll from his handy haversack and begins reading, once again calling a celestial auroch.
Fey uses the wand of create pit and tries to make a grave for the vampires in one go.
The shadow of black fear touches Ulave between his shoulders, but he shakes it off. The darkness of his earlier doubt and bitterness are no more, and he feels nothing but iron resolve.
Friends, do not fear, for dawn is not far away!
In the distance, Ulaves sees four figures standing in the distance. Friend or foe, he could not tell for certain, though which seemed hardly in doubt. Yet he would not attack those who might yet not be evil.
Who stands there in the shadows? Can you not see that we are beset by the forces of darkness? And yet our fire is warm, and our hearts glow like coals!
With that, Ulave stoops and clasps a hot coal from the fire, and raises it in a fist. Suddenly, flames leap up like rushing tigers and onto the vampiric forms in the camp.
Agyen's mind is as a fortress of adamantine.
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Iyon steps to the south and starts swinging at the vampiric fog, hoping the magic of his blade will let him harm the abomination.
Agyen decides to simultaneously bolster allies and harm the vampire spawn nearest him. With a wave of his hand, he summons warm energies that wash over them. The vampire’s skin burns under the harsh light.
Rurik espies the shadowy figures in the near distance and points them out, bellowing: "Over there! See them? The true enemy!" He then extends his hand in the dwarven figure's direction and flings forth a spate of coruscating sunlight in its direction. The ray sails harmlessly off into the darkened fields . The hound archon swings his blade with a howl of rage, cleaving into the vampire, though the wound immediately begins to knit closed
The Thane steps forward, the urgrosh swinging crazily, but it's clear the malady clouding the dwarven minds is getting to him. "Seize this this instance, ye knobs! Tha bloadsucker are messin' wif yer haeds!", he can't help but shout as dwarf turns against dwarf. "I'll bash ye 'till oats come oot yer ears!", he roars at the vampire spawn, as the urgrosh burrows in the creature's flesh.
Ammonis looks over in dread. He knew before looking that the true power has come. Exhausted and fat with only a few tricks left to play too. ”Oh bother. Throw it in a hole!” Ammonis pulls out a scroungy scroll from his handy haversack and begins reading, once again calling a celestial auroch. Fey uses the wand of create pit and tries to make a grave for the vampires in one go.
pass
fail
pass
One of the hulking guardians crashes into the extradimensional pit, another manages to scramble onto firm ground, while the stockier figure calmly steps aside.
The quest to become a lich is a lengthy one. While construction of the magical phylactery to contain the spellcaster’s soul is a critical component, a prospective lich must also learn the secrets of transferring his soul into the receptacle and of preparing his body for the transformation into undeath, neither of which are simple tasks. Further complicating the ritual is the fact that no two bodies or souls are exactly alike—a ritual that works for one spellcaster might simply kill another or drive him insane.
Unless the lich's phylactery is located and destroyed, he cannot truly be undone, and will reform in a matter of days. The lich enjoys DR X/--, 15/bludgeoning and magic, is immune to cold and electricity, and has general undead traits. Its mere touch can cause permanent paralysis.
The guardians are wights, which you have previously encountered this night.
The shadow of black fear touches Ulave between his shoulders, but he shakes it off. The darkness of his earlier doubt and bitterness are no more, and he feels nothing but iron resolve. ”Friends, do not fear, for dawn is not far away!” Ulaves sees four figures standing in the distance. Friend or foe, he could not tell for certain, though which seemed hardly in doubt. Yet he would not attack those who might yet not be evil. ”Who stands there in the shadows? Can you not see that we are beset by the forces of darkness? And yet our fire is warm, and our hearts glow like coals!” With that, Ulave stoops and clasps a hot coal from the fire, and raises it in a fist. Suddenly, flames leap up like rushing tigers and onto the vampiric forms in the camp.
pass
fail
pass
fail
pass
The light eradicates one of the vampires and, in the fog bank below the hill, another hiss of agony is heard . The other vampires wail in agony but survive Ulave’s prayer.
A dark cloud passes over the moon, casting a shadow of fear across the plain that soon passes.
Ammonis - pass
Ulave - immune
Iyon - pass
Fenris - pass, thanks to Ulave’s bonus
Rurik - pass
Agyen - pass
The vampires begin to heal at an accelerated rate . Theyexult in the arrival of this newcomer, scrambling back down the hill and toward the mysterious figure, although one heads to the southern tip of the camp. .
The entranced dwarves try to break free from their domination:
pass
pass
pass
Horrified, they lower their weapons and turn to see what unfolds on the field.
::Ye waur wrang tae come haur, boy.::
The voice, as cold and rasping as a crypt, scitters through the fog.
::Fyools tae remain. Thes lain belongs tae th' deid noo. Thaur is naethin' fur ye haur. An' naethin' is whit shaa remain ay ye. Come. join yer Kin' 'en, as he rooles in his new kingdom...::
A word.
A gesture.
The smell of sulfur in the air.
A change in pressure that causes your ears to pop.
Then a rush of unbearable heat, as a pillar of fire erupts on the northern side of the camp.
fail
fail
Glomi is consumed in the fiery blast, falling lifelessly to the ground. . Bereg, skin scorched and clothing burned away, staggers on the brink of consciousness
The enemy advances, positioning to surround the camp...
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Agyen: 45/45
Cornu: 44/44
Fenris: 89/99
Iyon: 61/67
Rurik: 57/60
Ulave: 53/55
Glomi: -35
Kargesh: -6
Thulbine: -6
Bereg: -25
Ulave quickly shields himself as a burst of flame erupts in the camp. He screams in agony.
Lich. The doom in Ammonis' voice is palpable.
Terrible dark magics it will possess. It is beyond us. Ammonis pockets Fey.
Flee ye damn fools. Flee!
Ammonis sighs. It was time to play the part.
I will try to purchase you a chance. Flee!
A lich? Ulave looks upon the dwarven figure, and knows in his heart that this is true.
The moment has come.
There is no where to flee but into unending darkness. Stand with the light.
Ulave briefly regrets his expended potion of bull's strength, and then regrets wasting his time on his regret. He taps his boots of speed, and calls upon his Lady to smite this lord of darkness.
You!! Do not speak of kin, for you are nothing but an abomination and hold no kinship with these dwarves.
Ulave aims, and unleashes his Lady's holy wrath upon the lich.
I am an Undead Scourge Paladin with Undead Slayer trait. I am the undead destroyer.
1st Attack : +7 BAB + 5 Dex + 1 Size + 1 Bow - 2 ManyShot + 1 haste + 5 CharismaSmite + 1 ptblank = +19
1st Attack Arrow 1 Damage: 1d6 arrow + 1 Bow + 1d6 firedamage + 1 ptblank + 14 LevlSmite + 1 UndeadSlayerTrait
1st Attack Arrow 2 Damage: 1d6 arrow + 1 Bow + 1d6 firedamage + 1 ptblank + 14 LevlSmite + 1 UndeadSlayerTrait
Rapid Attack: +7 BAB + 5 Dex + 1 Size + 1 Bow - 2 ManyShot + 1 haste + 5 CharismaSmite + 1 ptblank = +19
Rapid Attack Damage: 1d6 arrow + 1 Bow + 1d6 firedamage + 1 ptblank + 14 LevlSmite + 1 UndeadSlayerTrait
2cd Attack: +2 BAB + 5 Dex + 1 Size + 1 Bow -2 ManyShot +1 haste + 1 ptblnk + 5 CharismaSmite = +14
2cd Attack Damage: 1d6 arrow + 1 Bow + 1d6 firedamage + 1 ptblank + 14 LevlSmite + 1 UndeadSlayerTrait
Haste Attack : +7 BAB + 5 Dex + 1 Size + 1 Bow - 2 ManyShot + 1 haste + 5 CharismaSmite + 1 ptblank = +19
Haste Attack Arrow 1 Damage: 1d6 arrow + 1 Bow + 1d6 firedamage + 1 ptblank + 14 LevlSmite + 1 UndeadSlayerTrait
The celestial auroch slams its gore into the Lich.