The man stops abruptly at about sixty feet away, as if just realizing his situation. A crazed look on his face, he spins and sprints away in an odd, loping gait.
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Bring him back! she roars to her companion.
There really is no end to abomination this side of the grave...or beyond it, I fear Zazaria glares at the creatures as if they represent some kind of personal offence. First things first, Sir Elf! she glowers at Vrilli, and then raises her hands and howls semi-coherently. Positive energy bursts out and flares towards the Undead.
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Without a doubt, channeling is an awesome power against hordes of undead
Exactly half of the smaller undead abominations fall back to their natural slumber once again, as the power of Pharasma tears through their bones.
The headless, fiery skeleton rushes forward, moving in a slow, ambling manner towards Leeoli.
Anyi takes two shots at the flaming, headless corpse.
Her second shot hits, but seems to do nothing to the creature.
Rufus lashes out at the skeleton before him with his massive sword.
The skeleton shatters into shards.
Vrilli slashes through a skeleton in front of him, crunching bones into pieces. The creature falls away, now lifeless once again.
The two remaining, smaller skeletons attack, but their living opponents, now full aware of their danger, deftly dodge the slashing claws.
Leeoli stabs again, not knowing what else to do, he then spins readying himself to parry and rioste.
Why dontcha' just let us finish our work, then we'll be on about our days. You can come by in a bit and take a look. I know you want to sight-see, stranger, but we gotta' get done and get home. We got families too, you know.
Henrik continues advancing, faster than before, and attempts to peer around them at the statue.
"Wouldn't hurt to find out what you lot are actually up to, either... " he mutters under his breath, though they may or may not hear it from such a short distance.
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The tiger lunges at the crazed man, tearing into his thigh, and then moves back to Dura's side.
[ooc] attack, 5' to get out of range, move 5 more feet
Vrilli casts a slightly concerned half-glance at the headless skeleton to the North and attempts to finish the two smaller skeletons on him.
Using Spell Combat:
Leeoli's attack lands upon the larger skeleton, causing the flames surrounding the beast to flicker momentarily. It accepts the blow as a minor inconvenience and focuses its attention on Leeoli, a wickedly notched handaxe in one bony claw.
Zazaria eyes the headless abomination with trepidation, but her resolve if firm. She looks to Vrilli, who is under siege it seems, and rushes to his aid. As she does, she calls to her companions. Rufus, go to Leeoli!
Upon reaching Vrilli's side, she swats at one of the skeletons with her staff held in two hands.
The headless abomination lashes out at Leeoli - first with its axe and then with a swiping claw.
Though Leeoli attempts to deflect the attack for a response, the blade is driven by an unholy strength, and it is too powerful a blow to cast aside. Leeoli grunts stoically as the axe slides down his blade to slash deeply into his forearm. The wound immediately begins to smolder and the flesh around it chars.
Rufus strides towards Leeoli's battle, dropping his massive sword with the first few steps. He then slips his hammer from the loop at his belt, and raises it as he closes the last few feet to the flaming undead horror. With an unintelligible cry, he slams down the hammer at his foe.
He strikes a telling blow, his hammer slamming into the skeleton's side - crushing bone and sending fragments flying. The creature still stands, though its form has taken quite a bit of structural damage.
Vrilli tears into his opponents with a subtle but deadly grace wrought of years of training. He dispatches the first skeleton with a swipe of his sword, then burns the next with a ray of pure white light. The first falls, but the second remains on its feet, if just barely.
Leeoli yelps with pain as the searing axe trawls his body.
Anyi, once again seeing no better way to harm these creatures, turns her bow and holds it with two hands as she swings at the skeleton in front of her.
Alas, she just misses the darting creature.
The skeleton between Vrilli and Zazaria turns, and rakes at Zazaria with two wicked claws.
The other remaining skeleton swipes at Anyi.
Unbelievably, all of the attacks are parried, now that the living combatants are more aware and in proper position. The skeletons hiss, then their bones begin to smolder...
Daniel bites, and leaves a long gash on the old man's thigh. The man growls, a low guttural sound that resonates fron deep within. He steps towards Daniel and swipes across with his war razor.
The sheriff catches up, and stands next to Dura. Gibs, cease this madness!
We just want to talk! The sheriff looks ready to force compliance, a sap in his hand.
Hurt badly and needing space to draw a better weapon, Leeoli withdraws to the South East, 10 'behind Anyi.
As the madman comes at Daniel, Dura growls for him to flank, but not to attack yet. She takes a short step behind the man as he turns to face the tiger. Not wanting to seriously hurt the man, she tries to pull her punch with the morningstar.
nonlethal
Distracted by the action between Leeoli and the abomination Vrilli attempts to finish off the skeleton on him.
Using Spell Combat:
You see that the memorial has indeed been cleaned somewhat recently. However, there are still letters - written in what looks to be blood - along the base. The letters spell "VESORIA."
Henrik examines the base of the statue, wiping his hand along the letters as he does so,abd looks for anything else that might be out of place.
Uf nothing else is found, he'll try to follow the trio's trail to the south.
The Sheriff, seeing Dura's tactics, follows suit, coming up on Gibs' side with his sap swinging. He lands a heavy blow on the man's head with a "thud." Still, the crazed old man shakes off the blow.
Zazaria's eyes blaze as she sends divine energy towards the foes, seeking to scour the bones before they kindle further.
Leeoli watches as Zazaria unleashes a powerful wave of holy energy.
Intent on his nonsensical rant, Gibs doesn't seen the next blow coming until it slams into him, shattering bone and possibly damaging organs. His breath flies out of him forcefully, and he crumples down to the ground as his eyes roll back in his head.
Daniel growls and watches the man, waiting for movement, but he is clearly unconscious. Somehow, he's still breathing.
The Sheriff looks at Dura appraisingly. Nice work...got him alive too...wasn't sure I'd be able to do the same. He shakes his head as he eyes the prone form. That stuff he was saying mean anything to you?
Zazaria's power returns the two remaining smaller skeletons to their rest, and they crumble to the floor in piles of bones. The headless skeleton moves to attack Rufus, as if unaffected by her faith.
It swings its notched axe, then swipes across with a flaming claw. The axe thuds into Rufus's armored shoulder, but is driven with such strength that it bites through the armor and into the shoulder beyond. It leaves charred armor and burnt flesh when the monstrosity pulls it back out.
Rufus roars in anger and attacks back with his mighty hammer.
The hammer thuds into the beast once again, shattering bone and knocking it back. The creature staggers, but stands.
Anyi looks on in frustration, gripping her bow with an arrow now knocked. She obviously knows the futility of such an attack on this creature, and looks to Leeoli with a growl. I have no good way to hurt this thing.
Zazaria grimaces as the creature shrugs of Pharasma's divine might, then sighs. O Pharasma, let me be your champion! she entreats, in a booming voice. Blue light flares around her as she moves her hands in a scything gesture then brings them together in supplication.
Switching his rapier to his rapier to his left, Leeoli draws the readied holy water from his belt, dashes 15 feet diagonally toward the great skeleton, throws a holy water and then turns back to return to his same position.
"ArrrOOOOoooo." Dura's cheeks blush a vibrant red! She clutches her throat and coughs several times as though she has a hairball lodged in her windpipe. "Excuse me," she finally manages to squeak out.
Clearing her throat one more time, she says, "Sorry about that. No, I have no idea what he meant about the names. If I had to hazard a guess, it seems like he was possessed? Or perhaps some spirit is otherwise tormenting him? I'm afraid I'm not an expert in that field."
She pats her leg and whistles, indicating to Daniel that everything is clear. He lopes over to stand next to her, rubbing his head against her thigh. She pat his head as she looks down at the crumpled man. "He really took a good beating. Once you have him in irons, I'd be happy to heal him up a bit. I just don't want to have to go through that again until he is restrained." She picks up the razor clutched in his hand.
Jaw set grimly, Vrilli steps over the skeletal heap, grasps his longsword with both hands and sets off at a jog to the west and then north to smite the headless boner!
Somewhat off balance after his rapid stumble in the dark Vrilli swings wildly at the skeletal abomination . His blow passes through where his head would be.
[Dice÷Damage]1d8+3[/dice]
Sorry...
In time, they lead you to a narrow alley, and you are able to find a spot behind some empty crates near the alley entrance from which you have a vantage point. At the end of the alley, the men kneel down and seem to be going through small box-like traps, into which a few unfortunate rats have found their ways.
You take note of the fact that the men don't even speak to or look at each other. It's very odd, they seem to be of like purpose, and have no need to discuss anything about what they're doing.