Ithad, upon hearing Franco's surname and recognizing a noble house wracks his brain on what he can remember.
As he sorts his thoughts, Ithad pipes in with, "How where you recruited?"
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You've never heard of a Franco Nymmis. The House is beholden to House Khollarix. The patriarch of the House is the aging Benedict Nymmis and you know of at least two sons, Maximilian is well-thought of and poised to be the future leader of the House. His younger brother is Philippe, who fell out of favor some time ago as a result of some scandal.
You all continue through the tunnels, hearing and seeing no signs of Hellknights or creatures. From the light coming through occasional grates, you can see that it is nearly dark, but guided by Coran and Franco, you find yourselves back on track toward the safe house.
From the city above, you hear the deep tones of the curfew bells ringing out. There is one hour until sunset.
Coran looks at the large man the calls him a little boy wondering if it would be worth correcting him or just continuing on to the safe hoping Janiven made it back ok. Then he looked at the speaker. "We weren't there for long but it seemed to defensible."
Upon hearing the curfew bells, Ithad stretches out towards one of the grates.
"By Asmodeus's forked beard I cannot wait to be free of this oppressive crypt. Let us not tarry in case the shadows prowl below the streets as well as above."
Upon hearing the curfew bells, Ithad stretches out towards one of the grates.
"By Asmodeus's forked beard I cannot wait to be free of this oppressive crypt. Let us not tarry in case the shadows prowl below the streets as well as above."
Alarra keeps a weather eye out for any markers.
"As far as I know we are following the symbols back to that we don't get lost." He looks back. "They aren't easy to follow in this merk." He smiles a little wearily.
Jo follows Alarra in the darkness wondering if something, anything, would be happening soon. Seems like days, no weeks that they had been down in the sewers!
Ithad trudges along with the rest of the group; he tries to keep his eyes open for any marks and his ears open for any warning sounds.
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You're fortunate. Between the guidance of Coran and Franco, you are able to find markings at a number of intersections or take advantage of their memory to move past ones without.
But, night continues to fall and you begin to despair of finding the safe house before nightfall. You find yourselves moving down a long, straight corridor when you hear a man's scream cut off abruptly someplace up ahead and brief sounds of fighting, then silence.
"That's my cue, I guess," Alarra whispers. "I'll sneak ahead and see what's up. If you hear me shout 'oh crap,' or any variation on that theme, come running."
With that, Alarra sneaks off into the darkness, crossbow at the ready.
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You creep up into the darkness, ahead you can see that the corridor opens up slightly and appears to take a sharp turn to the left. Within, you can see three shapes hunched over at least as many corpses. One of them lifts its head and looks straight at you. It rises, tattered rags shifting as it comes to its full height and begins moving toward you.
Your move Alarra.
From the distance, you hear Alarra scream "Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit" and the splashing of water as she runs back to the group.
"Corpses and... and... freaky things!" She gasps when she rejoins the others, "Dead ahead!"
Getting over her surprise, Alarra fires her crossbow at the nearest enemy.
Jo will move through Alarra's square if she allows and attack the first thing he can.
Swing:
Damage:
*CRUNCH!*
Coran looks at the oncoming creatures wondering what type of abomination they might be.
Knowledge Religion
Coran is getting ready to cast Guidance for a +1 to Attack on Moondark it lasts a minute.
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Jo's hammer crushes into the monster. He can feel it's ribcage crush in with the force of his blow. The creature bends to it's side, but incredibly, stands back up and looks like it is ready to keep coming. Up close, the stench of the creature is overwhelming. Unlike the goblins which merely smelled of filth...this creature smells like death.
Moondark has no clue what the creatures are, but manages to pull out her vial.
They are zombies. Which bit of useful info would you like to recall? Also, do you want to declare who you're going to use guidance on? You can change it up until I get to your turn.
Once Coran make the revelation about how to best hurt the Zombies he let's his party know. "Use your blades it will hurt them more, we're fighting Zombies." shouts the halfing.
Taking aim with the crossbow at the one Jo is engaged with, he lets the bolt fly.
Crossbow:
"Hell has nothing to do with these, just a paltry necromancer's trick." Ithad responds as he slings away the crossbow and prepares to draw his rapier.
"Jo gots no blade. Only gots big hammer!
Jo prepares to swing again.
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Ithad's bolt misses the zombie, taking a chunk out of the nearby wall and then dropping to the floor.
Franco steps up to stand side-by-side with Jo, swinging his flail at the monster.
Franco's flail strikes the creature's shoulder with a sickening crunch. You can see the bones from it's collarbone jut through it's skin. But impossibly, the creature continues to advance.
The creature standing next to Jo and Franco thrashes out at Jo.
It's flailing limbs glance off Jo without doing any significant damage.
A second creature rushes up to slam into Franco.
Franco deftly steps to the side dodging the creature's blow.
Coran shouts out his warning about the zombies and casts a spell. Moondark feels a surge of confidence come over her.
Alarra reloads her crossbow and fires at the as-yet unengaged creature in the rear.
Franco lets the Flail fall out of his hand as he weaves to avoid the attack. He swiftly unsheathes his short sword from his side and brings it to bear against the zombie, snarling his teeth he offers a nonchalant glance at Jo in the midst of the chaos" Is that smell this guy or your breath big guy?"
"I tink its deez guys." Jo says in answer to Franco's query.
Jo swings his hammer again at Zombie 2.
Swing:
Damage:
*SMASH!*
Ithad will approach Jo carefully, with his rapier readied to give over to Jo.
"Here Jo, take my blade it should be sufficient to the task on hand!" Ithad says while offering the barbarian the blade.
After Jo takes the rapier, Ithad move a suitable distance back and start to reload his crossbow.
Jo would hate to lose those good rolls. Would I have to reroll if I took Ithad's sword?
"Keep puny toothpick Throon. Jo smash wif giant hammer!"
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Alarra fires her crossbow at the zombie, but misses badly. Ithad moves forward offering his rapier, only to be rebuffed by Jo. He moves back preparing his crossbow.
Jo slams his hammer again into the zombie. This time he lands a crushing blow into the zombie's pelvis and it drops to the floor, motionless.
Moondark lobs her alchemist fire over all combatants. Miraculously she manages to get it all the way to the zombie in back where it explodes in a fiery blast that momentarily consumes the zombie in flame.
Franco drops his flail to switch to his sword, but in the process overcompensates and merely slams the flat of his blade into the zombie where it does no harm.
The zombie in front of Franco slams it's arms down on him attempting to smash him into the floor.
Fortunately for Franco, the same awkward move that caused him to miss the zombie also carries him outside the zombie's planned attack and the zombie misses awkwardly, nearly falling into the sewage channel.
The flame-scorched zombie charges forward to slam into Jo.
Somehow the zombie manages to slam into the wall first and then harmlessly glances off Jo, its momentum spent.
Alarra drops her crossbow and steps up behind Franco, before dodging through both his square and that of the zombie he is facing .
"Dis fing smells like barbecued muskrat. Here Jo help put out fire wif hammer!"
When Jo's turn comes he will swing at the flaming corpse in front of him.
Swing:
Ugh! The GM'S bad dice have infected me!