Coran tries to figure out what to do and has only one option.
"By the scared mystery I give you Guidance warrior"
Ithad carefully takes aim at the Zombie facing off with Franco, and again let another bolt fly. Then take the time to reload the crossbow.
Watching the bolt go astray, Ithad curses, "By Asmodeus's Forked Beard!"
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Alarra darts past the zombie, leaving it slowly trying to follow her movement. Giving up, it's gaze turns back to Franco.
Ithad continues the streak of terribly bad shots, his bolt somehow managing to glance off the tunnel ceiling before flying down the way.
Jo, thrilled by his crushing blows to the now doubly dead zombie swings his hammer enthusiastically at his next victim. Perhaps too enthusiastically as his blow merely glances harmlessly off the zombie's side.
Moondark watches as the flames continue to burn the zombie engaged with Jo, finally extinguishing themselves.
Franco, having switched to the short sword, takes a swing at the zombie he is facing.
Franco's blow cleaves through the zombie's neck and upper body. For a moment, it looks like it might go down, but it rises back up to continue to flail against Franco.
It lands a terrible blow to Franco, arms smashing into his chest where you can hear the horrible grind of bone on bone.
The other zombie, seemingly encouraged by it's fellow's success attempts to bring both arms down on Jo's head and shoulders.
But, it misjudges Jo's positiong again and its blow comes up short, arms whistling past Jo's face.
Coran again casts Guidance on Jo.
Jo wheels his hammer around bringing to the smoldering ear of the undead creature. In all his battles in The Pits he never face anything that was not living!
"Back to da grave wif you!!"
Swing:
Confirm critical:
Damage:
THWACK!!
Now that she is in position behind the zombie, Allara rips at it with her clawed hands .
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Alarra's claws tear into the back of the zombie facing Franco. You're glad you can't see what she's doing, but moments later, the zombie crumbles to the ground.
Frustrated at his miss, Jo sets up with a spectacular blow aimed right at the other zombie's head. He connects perfectly resulting in another head being separated from its body, bouncing off the wall and into the sewage channel. What's left of the zombie drops to his feet.
"Blech, I hate doing that," Alarra says, strolling back to retrieve her crossbow. "Granted, ripping out hearts is never fun, but did that one really have to be rotten?"
Alarra is just joking. You don't think she has ever actually ripped out anyone's heart.
Franco laughs, relief resounding heavily in his giggle that bounces around the enclosed space.Bending down to retrieve his flail, he turns to watch Alarra Stroll before standing to his full height." My heart is yours for the ripping as long as you always protect me from zombies." He says coyly as he goes to work searching the rotten bodies.
Jo is truly shocked at the way Alarra handled herself. What he saw was unexpected.
"Geez lady, you not look like you need Jo's protection!"
Jo checks the body of the zombie he was fighting.
Ithad chuckles a little at Alarra and Franco's exchange, [b]"With your looks Alarra, I doubt it will be the last time you destroy a heart! But in all seriousness let us hope that with all of ruckus we have not attracted notice."[b]
Trying to stay alert to any other dangers.
"Looks like der is a door der to the left"
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There is a wooden door that has seen better days to your left. You can't see through, but the wood is warped and decayed.
Ahead where the zombies came from, you can see a turn in the passage (at least for those that can see that far).
You don't hear any sounds from either direction. As far as you can tell, it is dark in the streets above although you have not yet heard the final curfew bell.
"Little boy...I mean little girl," Jo points at Moondark.
"Go listen at door. Jo's ears not too good."
Jo will check behind the door if Moondark gives the okay sign.
Ithad will stand ready with his crossbow in one hand, and the wayfinder in the other. If there is trouble, he will be ready to snipe at it.
Alarra loads her crossbow and stands well clear of the door.
Jo looks at Ithad and then at Franco.
"Sounds like flail-guy over der may have punchered lung. Someone better check on him. Make sure he okay while I check dis door."
Jo, getting the okay from Moondark, will approach the door
"Okay, watch out little one."
Jo will yank it open (or push it open if more appropriate) and with hammer ready, peer into the room.
"allright ladies and gents if anyone might have taken a blow from one of those things let me take a look."
We need our GM!!
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Jo finds that the door pushes open and as he gives it a shove, the door flies around to the left, creaking and then banging into the wall with a crash. The wood shakes and splinters and debris shake loose and fall to the floor.
Inside, you see what appears to be an altar made of rotten wood, intertwined with roots and branches. Soil is heaped in a circle around the altar and a shape of a giant insect is scribed in a dull red color. The area around the altar itself is stained in blood. On the far side of the room, you see several robes hanging on the wall with what appear to be insect masks next to them. A pile of robes lies nearby on the floor. Near the altar stand three longspears made of wood.
You can hear the whine of several insects within the room, strange since you haven't noticed any other bugs while you've been in the sewers.
Jo's seen lots of bugs while visiting the meadow near the river. Maybe he recognizes this insect?
Knowledge check:
Never the less, Jo is leary of entering the room as his supersticious nature gets the better of him. He could be seduced to enter if the wooden spears look nice enough. Are they metal tipped?
Perception check:
Jo was actually trying to figure out what the insect scribed in dull red on the altar is. Is that a skeeter also?
"Ugh! What kind of crazy person worship a Skeeter?! This why Jo no like religion."
Jo will move on from the room allowing anyone else to investigate if they want.
"Let me take a closer look at the alter see if I can figure out, what kind of crazy person worships a"Skeeter?". Coran walks up to the alter to take a closer look at it. He is also looking any compartments in the alter. "Don't worry Jo we'll figure this out."
Knowledge Religion:
Perception:
Curious about the altar, Ithad moves closer. Maybe there is something Ithad would recognize.
"Those masks look rather interesting."
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You've heard tell of a strange god named Ghlaunder or The Gossamer King) - a demigod of parasites and infection,with a cult following that usually disguises their purpose. Legend tells that Ghlaunder was accidentally freed from a cocoon by Desna and that the god himself appears as an immense, mosquito-like monstrosity when he appears in the world.
Jo watches in helpless horror as four giant 'skeeters', each about a foot long with a two-foot long wingspan wingspan descend on Coran and Ithad. Their coloration is pale pink with a dirty yellow underbelly, Two of the creatures attach to Coran, one of the side of his neck and the other on his left arm. A third attaches to Ithad's head while the fourth misses Ithad's leg as he shies away from it. The attached creatures darken from their pale pink to a light, rusty red.
Ithad will drop his crossbow and draw his rapier.
"I can sting too!"
Jo will enter the room and attack the first Skeeter he can.
He prefers to assist Coran feeling he is not as sturdy as Ithad.
He will us his fists to knock the Skeeter off Coran.
Unarmed strike:
*If I am flanking +2 would be a 13 and maybe they are flatfooted? ;-)
Damage:
Franco will enter the room behind Jo and swing(and miss)at the third skeeter with his flail
Coran is going to stand there hoping he doesn't get hit while his companions swing at these bugs flying around him.
"Keep alert for more of these vermin!" Ithad warns.