AC - 16
HP - 14/15
Condition: -1 Con
Perception: +5
F/R/W: +1/+6/+0
Round 1, Init 16
Pillette will follow Tynan, not wanting to be left at the grizzly feast by herself. Cautiously climbing the stairs, she keeps her holy water and dagger at the ready.
She gazes over the statue on the stool, looking to see if anything about the macabre sentry with a top hat is at all familiar.
Round 1, Init Low
Sol, hearing trouble upstairs, double moves up the stairway.
Tynan strikes mightily at the skeleton on the stairs, barely damaging the bony thing with his dagger. Mortimer crosses the room, closing on the diminutive sentry. Ascaria secures the second floor, sling in hand. Raella springs up the stairs. Pillette arrives at the top of the stairs, taking in the sentry that's taking up Mortimer's attention at the moment. Solrisa brings up the rear, just as the skeleton retreats up the stairs.
The sound of shattering glass echoes from up above, and wet shuffling can be heard along the floorboards, as well as faint moaning.
The creature doesn't seem to stand out in any familiar sense, other than its similarity to the halfling race. It's difficult to tell with all the bandages, but the ears are all wrong. It's possibly more like a goblin.
Mortimer's proximity lets him understand that the sentry is a mummified specimen, likely goblin, dressed in a fine suit and hat that serves as a Noble's outfit for small folk (goblin, halfling, gnome...).
A voice calls from above, raspy and irritated. "I would rather not deal with intruders up here. This is delicate work I do. Go away."
Round 2, Init 19+
Tynan continues up the stairs, but pauses near the top to survey the room and its occupants, while attempting to remain unobserved. A creak of the stairs makes that unlikely, and Tynan cringes at the sound.
AC 17, 21 on AoO; 19/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2
LHit = 1d20+7-2
Fort+3 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+4
Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed
Round 2, Init 19
Upon seeing the "sentry" is just a mummy, Mortimer restrains himself from hurling it across the room or touching any part of it. Instead, he moves to the nightstand and grabs the black book bound with brown and red leather.
"If there was a booby trap at the top, I'm guessing our Fifth Land already tripped it."
Round: 2, Initiative: 18
Weapon Equipped = Sling, Loaded (cold iron)
Cold Iron Bullets (6/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = None
Channel Energy (5/5) (1d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Ranged Attack: BAB +1, Dex +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 2, Concentration +6)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark, Comprehend Languages, Message, Read Magic
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (2/5) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Liberating Command
Ascaria double moves to keep up with Tynan on the stairwell. ”Don’t get too far ahead, remember the poison.”
Round 2 Init 17
Rae continues on up the stairs, catching up with the Canary. "let me go first, little one. We can't have you hurt."
Round 2, Init 16
AC 16
HP - 14/15
-1 Con
F/R/W - +1/+6/0
Perception - +5
Pillette eyes the sentry with caution, her breath hitching when Mort picks up the book. The action appears to be coming from upstairs.
Since it appears Mort is safe for now, the halfling follows the others up towards the next floor.
A single chamber dominates the observatory’s entire upper floor. Light filters through the wide slit in the roof, bathing the center of the room in illumination. Four large mirrors set along the outside wall reflect bright beams into the direct center of the room, a recessed operating theater accessible via two short sets of stairs. The beams specifically target a blue-skinned humanoid figure splayed out upon an operating table, its chest completely opened and pinned back against the table with long metal needles.
Two long shelves cluttered with piles of papers, rotting organs, and instruments comprise the east and west extent of the operating theater, and are only a few inches lower than the chamber’s outer floor. Four metal-and-glass tanks, each easily large enough to hold a human, flank
the short stairs leading to the operating theater. Each tank is now partially full of yellow liquid streaked with rust, shattered from knee-level up.
Standing behind the operating table is a gaunt man, wearing a long black, armless coat. Around his neck is a birdskull necklace. Around his wrists are leather bracers. He appears to be a man in his late 30s, gruff stubble chasing up his chin, his hairline chasing back over his skull. His grey eyes consider the new arrivals with disdain.
Before you stands three gray-skinned men. Behind them stands the small skeleton, resetting its crossbow. In the operating theater stands a much larger humanoid, also of a grayish complexion. Its ears reach down to its massive shoulders, and its teeth protrude unevenly beyond its lips. Its dead, white eyes look through you.
The gray men begin to crowd the top of the stairs. Two of them only have to reposition, before attempting to slam the top-most opponents.
The raspy voice rises again. "It's not too late. You're in enough trouble as it is. Leave while you can. I won't warn you again."
Round 2, Init Low
Sol, hearing trouble upstairs, double moves up the stairway.
With the continued sound of footsteps on his stairs, the gaunt man speaks out into the air, his voice tinged with frustration. As he shakes his hand in a fist, a ghostly hand rips from it, and he utters a small sound of pain.
"Look what you made me do. You're distracting me from important work. Now I must deal with you." As he speaks, the ghostly hand gestures angrily in midair.
Tynan gains the upper floor. Mortimer steals a personal belonging. Ascaria kites along with Tynan, providing wise counsel, albeit late. Raella easily keeps up with Tynan, only to share in the peril of avoiding slam attacks. Pillette brings up the rear. Solrisa finds the stairs somewhat occupied.
Round 3, Init 19+
Tynan stands his ground, and sizes up the grey skinned "man" directly in front of him.
With blinding speed, his short sword appears and stabs toward the creature's abdomen.
round 3, Init 17
Rae, beyond irritated with all this stair climbing, attacks the creature immediately in front of her.
Round: 3, Initiative: 18
Weapon Equipped = Sling, Loaded (cold iron)
Cold Iron Bullets (6/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = Blessed (1/20r)
Channel Energy (5/5) (1d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Ranged Attack: BAB +1, Dex +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 2, Concentration +6)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark, Comprehend Languages, Message, Read Magic
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (1/5) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Liberating Command
Ascaria, being down the stairs a ways and short, still can’t see the room clearly - but he sees the botleneck of grey skinned warriors easily enough.
He moves down the stairs a little to make way for Sol, and eventually Mort, and casts Bless .
As I am not actually selecting targets with this spell, I argue it works on Mort. Unlike, say, Mass Cure Light Wounds where he may be in range of the spell, but I cannot see him to select him.
Please let me know if you disagree.
Well, I think you're missing the point here altogether. The operative word in the spell is 'ally'. I mean, come on, you barely know the guy... ;)
(Please observe that nowhere in this response until now do the words 'I disagree' appear.)
Raella fails to drop her impediment, strong as her slash may be.
AC 17, 21 on AoO; 19/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2
LHit = 1d20+7-2
Fort+3 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+4
Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed
(Bless in affect)
Init 19, Round 3
Upon hearing the commotion upstairs, Mortimer moves swiftly across the room to examine the messy desk and the apparatus peaking out of the clutter. He overturns the desk or otherwise vandalizes it in an effort to destroy the apparatus, hoping it's somehow connected to the corpse animations both above and below the bed chamber.
He is careful to not get any goo upon his person.
The desk is easy enough to overturn. The paperwork and apparatus both fall to the floor. The paperwork makes very little noise on its way down. The apparatus is much more vociferous about its maltreatment. Bending metal, then breaking glass, as the table crashes down on part of the apparatus. Two separate puddles take form on the floor in front of the desk, likely from two of the syringes once attached to the apparatus.
The sound of destruction resounds on the floor below, involving the shattering of glass syringes, metal hitting the floorboards, and wood-on-wood scraping as something large is moved.
The raspy voice raises its volume. "Hey now!! Not only have you violated my inner sanctum, you're ransacking my bedchambers as well?! Where on earth are your manners?!"
Round 3, Init 16
AC 16
HP 14/15
Con -1
F/R/W - +1/+6/0
Perception - +5
As she climbs the stairs, she scans the room, thinking most of the inhabitants appear to be of the dead-like variety, but looking again at the larger, grayish with the long ears (and dead eyes) to see if she can recognize it. He must have been some kind of creature before he died, right?
Seeing a skeleton with a crossbow, her weakened body shivers just a bit before she launches her flask against him.
Pillette finishes what Tynan so faintly started, and the skeleton falls, and falls short of the opportunity to fire its crossbow. The crossbow appears misplaced in the pile of bones, but is still loaded.
The grey men continue to follow their command, slamming at those still stubborn enough to remain on the stairs.
"Which one of you threw that?! You'll pay dearly for that!! I have grown quite fond of her, and you've ruined her!!"
Round 3
Solrisa delays, as she looks for space to flower.
Tynan strikes out at the gray man, a strong stroke crossing too soon. Mortimer serves as bull to the bedchamber china shop. Ascaria repositions in order to grace all of his friends with his blessings. Raella almost cleaves one of the gray man in twain. Pillette hurls a vial of holy water, connecting precisely with the skeleton, finishing what Tynan started. Solrisa pauses thoughtfully, bending towards the light, and waiting for her chance to sprout through the front line.
The gaunt man strides across the operating theater, intent on gaining a closer look at the intruders. Sizing up the two in front, the gaunt shakes his head, looking past them at the smaller individual. "Ah. A slip. Cowardly, groveling, little things. You are the one responsible for that, eh?" He points at the pile of bones. "No matter. We'll start with you. Unless you care to surrender? Your swordsman doesn't look so good..."
He flicks his hand, and the ghostly hand races across the room, striking at Pillette!
Round 4, Init 7, raging round(2)
Rae focuses her rage at the necromancer upon his minion in front of her, her growl resounding through the room as she swings. "Get OUT of MY WAY!!!"
Rae takes the opportunity to barrel past.
Round 4, Init 16+
Seeing Rae smashislicify a zombie, Sol moves up to fill the opening.
to hit; (bless)
damage.
Edit:
Round 4, Init 16
Hearing the man's offer, Pillette is rather surprised when the horrific hand strikes at her. "You said I could surrender, yet you attack me anyway?" She glares at the gaunt man. "You are not worthy of service!"
She's about to continue to tell him off when she becomes frozen in place, her gaze burning, her mouth gaping, her finger pointing at the treacherous man.
AC 16
HP 14/15
F +1/R +6/W +0
-1 Con
Paralyzed (Round 1/7)
"You said I could surrender, yet you attack me anyway? You are not worthy of service!"
The gaunt man looks offended. Even raises his corporeal hand to his chest to calm his increased rate of beating. "My hand offends you? All it's done is still that tongue of yours, and keeps you from damaging my life's work any further. When I attack you, you'll know well enough. I'm still trying to be civil here."
As Raella stumbles past the grey men, they lash out ineffectually.
Both sisters manage to finish off two of the three greys.
Round 4, Init 19+
Tynan staggers back from the impact of the grey's slam attack, stumbling down several steps.
His stomach heaves, and he leans against the wall of the stairwell to steady himself. With what little presence of mind he has left, he focuses on the grey at the top of the stairs, seeking out a weak spot.
HP: 4/16
Saves:F3,R7,W1
Condition: Sickened
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Round: 4, Initiative: 18
Weapon Equipped = Sling, Loaded (cold iron)
Cold Iron Bullets (6/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = Blessed (2/20r), Sickened (1/7r)
Channel Energy (5/5) (DC: 15) (1d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Ranged Attack: BAB +1, Dex +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 2, Concentration +6)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark, Comprehend Languages, Message, Read Magic
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (0/5) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Liberating Command
vs DC 14 or Sickened
Ascaria coughs a little and has some trouble focusing, but he struggles on. He steps up to Tynan and Pillette and examines them. He checks over Pillette for more serious injury or a way to dissolve the paralysis that holds her.
(sickened)
Satisfied there is nothing further he can do for her, he turns to Tynan’s injuries.
”There you go, that should help. Get back up there! ...just maybe, you know, not in the front.”
AC 17, 21 on AoO; 19/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2
LHit = 1d20+7-2
Fort+3 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+4
Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed
(Bless in affect?)
Init 19, Round 4
Mortimer delays briefly, looking at the liquid oozing from the syringes.
Hm. I wonder if that's flammable...
"Hey now!! Not only have you violated my inner sanctum, you're ransacking my bedchambers as well?! Where on earth are your manners?!"
As Tynan falters stumbling down the stairs, Mortimer passes him on his way up and bellows out to the Gaunt Man in response, "' left them in the dining hall -- we're not the ones desecrating graves and abusing The Dead. What is wrong with you?!"
He moves as fast as he can, eager to engage the real threat more personally.
Tynan succumbs to Pillette's new odor, and retreats towards the gnome. Mortimer huffs on up the stairs to engage the current resident, unfazed by the poisonous scent of a corpse-laden field. Ascaria finds himself quite unwell as well, stymied by Pillette's paralysis. He mends Tynan and encourages his return to the top of the stairs. Raella levels a grey man, completely disrespectful of the gaunt man's blockade. She selflessly provokes the other grey men to attack her on her way by. Solrisa follows suit, destroying another grey man. Pillette strikes a pose, and is forced to hold it, much to her dismay.
The grey man, hardly fazed by his fallen comrades, turns to strike at the closest offender, in unison with his bigger brother. Raella finds herself flanked.
"Oooo, that looked like it hurt. You really shouldn't persist in trespassing here any longer."
The gaunt man retreats, waving at Mortimer. "The dead cannot be abused, you simpleton. The dead leave behind building blocks for others to use as they see fit."
The root of dark terror begins to take hold in your chest, Mortimer.
"Are you set on ignorantly destroying everything here? Why have you broken in? Who sent you?"
AC 17, 21 on AoO; 19/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2
LHit = 1d20+7-2
Fort+3 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+4
Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed
Init 19, Round 5
Mortimer begins to don a look of terror. His pallor starts to turn grey as he clutches his chest.
Ugh! What the Hells do people call this feeling? Just ...turn away from it now...
He shakes his head and his normal pale pallor returns.
He takes a swing at the Zombie to his North.
for
for
Round: 5, Initiative: 18
Weapon Equipped = Sling, Loaded (cold iron)
Cold Iron Bullets (6/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = Blessed (2/20r), Sickened (1/7r)
Channel Energy (4/5) (DC: 15) (1d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Ranged Attack: BAB +1, Dex +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 2, Concentration +6)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark, Comprehend Languages, Message, Read Magic
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (0/5) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Liberating Command
"Are you set on ignorantly destroying everything here? Why have you broken in? Who sent you?"
"The Land Family you despicable grave robber!"
Ascaria hops up the stairs past Pillette to protect her from the zombie at the top of the stairs. He sees the grievous injuries on her and channels energy on the group, careful not to aid the three zombies (just in case they’re not actually undead). He reaches everyone in the party.
Round 5, Init 17-
Solrisa moves to slash at the zombie that Mort injured.
to hit (flank, bless)
damage.
Round 5, init 17+
Battered by the stench and the foul corpses as well, Rae non the less continues her assault on the man's guards.
Though she swings with everything she has, her aim lacks finesse.
Round 5, Init 19+
Reinvigorated by Ascaria's healing, Tynan steps forward, and stabs at the grey which he studied earlier, but his thrust falls short.
HP: 11/16
Saves:F3,R7,W1
Condition: Sickened
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Round 5, Init 16
Normal AC 16 (FF - 13, T - 14)
HP: 15/15
F: +1 Ref: +6 Will: +0 (-2 fear)
Perception: +5
Current Conditions: -1 Con, Blessed, Paralyzed 2/7 rounds
Ascaria's power courses through her, closing her last wounds but not driving away the stench holding her still.
"The dead cannot be abused, you simpleton. The dead leave behind building blocks for others to use as they see fit."
Frozen in place, her nose offended by her own rot, the halfling's eyes glare daggers at the heinous one who just insulted the ever-reliable Mort.
Her mind fumes at the mad-one, concentrating on what the Lady might have done to one like this. Then you won't mind whatever we do to your corpse once you're dead, will you? Certain houses and temples would find you interesting even if, or perhaps especially if, you've passed on. You insult Mort like that again and maybe I'll have your remains sold to someone who will take you back and forth across that line, letting you know first-hand just how comfortable it is to be a 'building block.'"
Tynan takes up arms once again, threatening but not yet connecting with the remaining blockade. Mortimer resists a strong urge to flee the premises, and pounds dead flesh, doing less damage than he otherwise would. Ascaria sends a crackle through the air, healing the injured others, and sets up his own gnomish blockade. Raella tries to whittle down the gaunt man's defenses, but comes up short. Solrisa steps up on the last grey man, finishing him off.
The remaining great grey hulk continues its attempts at discouraging the trespassers, swinging at the injured rager in front of him.
The gaunt man watches the hulk smash, and taps his lower lip with clinical appreciation, before waving it at the interlopers. "I highly advise against destroying my latest project. Sheathe your swords, and he will cease to bludgeon you. As a show of good faith, I'll just keep my hand here at bay, as well. For gods' sake, you've done enough damage this day."
Round 5, Init 19+
Tynan eyes Filge carefully, while pulling out a throwing dagger. He stays his hand to see how the others will act, but is prepared to throw in an instant.
HP: 11/16
Saves:F3,R7,W1
Condition: Sickened
Round: 6, Initiative: 18
Weapon Equipped = Sling, unloaded
Cold Iron Bullets (5/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = Blessed (2/20r), Sickened (1/7r)
Channel Energy (4/5) (DC: 15) (1d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Ranged Attack: BAB +1, Dex +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 2, Concentration +6)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark, Comprehend Languages, Message, Read Magic
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (0/5) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Liberating Command
The gaunt man watches the hulk smash, and taps his lower lip with clinical appreciation, before waving it at the interlopers. "I highly advise against destroying my latest project. Sheathe your swords, and he will cease to bludgeon you. As a show of good faith, I'll just keep my hand here at bay, as well. For gods' sake, you've done enough damage this day."
He looks up at the tall folk and looks down at Pillette, ”Necromancers don’t get a pass you foul thing. Look at what you’ve done… look at what you’re doing! No, no, you must be stopped.“
He looks to Tynan,
He moves up the stairs in his tiny rage and throws his sling bullet at the evil man.
(bless)
Round 6, Ini 17+
Rae continues her attack on the great Gray thing, Stepping around the creature for better position.
Round 6, Init 17-
Solrisa double moves to engage the necromancer. "Would you like to surrender the bones that you have stolen back to us? Or will you continue to fail to stop us?"
Round 6, Init 16
HP 15/15
AC: 16 T 14 FF 13
F +1 / R +6 / W +0
-1 Con, Round 3/7 Paralyzed
Unable to move, the halfling hears the ghoul-wielding man's words, wishing she could shut out his voice along with the stench he crated around her.
"I highly advise against destroying my latest project. Sheathe your swords, and he will cease to bludgeon you. As a show of good faith, I'll just keep my hand here at bay, as well. For gods' sake, you've done enough damage this day."
I don't trust this one, but he is rather talkative. I wonder if he would have anything particularly informative to say? And would he speak the truth? I doubt he told these poor minions what he was up to before they passed.
AC 17, 21 on AoO; 19/19 HP
BAB = +3 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+6
RHit = 1d20+6-2
LHit = 1d20+6-2
Fort+3 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+4
Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 17 if flat footed
The gaunt man watches the hulk smash, and taps his lower lip with clinical appreciation, before waving it at the interlopers.
Oh, no. No you don't. Not again. That's so not going to happen. No more hand waving.
Lithely bounding through the operating theater, Mortimer suddenly launches himself at the Gaunt Man in an attempt to grapple him and level the "playing field" slightly.
"You should be so lucky if you live to see us destroy your latest..."
Round 5, Init 15
Seeing Mort and Solrisa rushing toward Filge, Tynan turns his attention to assisting Raella with the great grey. He circles cautiously behind the beast, moving into flanking position with Raella.
HP: 16/16
Saves:F3,R7,W1
Condition: Sickened
Tynan pauses in thought, wary of the gaunt man and the implied threat the man represents. Mortimer launches himself across the room, disrespecting the fragile-framed fellow's personal space. The man raises his hands, waving off the brute.
"Hey, hey now, must you paw me...?! Don't touch me!!" His words are the only resistance the man puts up against Mortimer's violation.
Ascaria, in spite of Mortimer's unwelcome intimacy, manages to brain the gaunt man's forehead, splitting his brow and bleeding the man heartily. Raella circles the great grey, and almost downs it with one blow. Solrisa closes distance, and counsels the gaunt man to forfeit his bones. Pillette looks like she's about to say something important, but hesitates.
"Would you like to surrender the bones that you have stolen back to us? Or will you continue to fail to stop us?"
"I personally haven't stolen anything. Is this what the gnome barks about? The Land family, who are the Lands? I am happy to... seriously, you lummox, I'm not going anywhere, you can loosen your grip! Where was I? Oh, yes, I am not in a position to claim anything here if it means you'll kill me to reclaim it. Take what you will and be gone!"
In his preoccupation with answering to Solrisa and Mortimer, blood trickling into his eyes, the gaunt man fails to call off his great grey. It swings again on Raella.
Round: 6, Initiative: 18
Weapon Equipped = wand CLW
Cold Iron Bullets (5/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = Blessed (2/20r), Sickened (1/7r)
Channel Energy (4/5) (DC: 15) (1d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Ranged Attack: BAB +1, Dex +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 2, Concentration +6)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark, Comprehend Languages, Message, Read Magic
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (0/5) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Liberating Command
Satisfied his sling bullet had the desired effect, he drops it and turns again to Rae and her penchant for taking massive amounts of damage. He takes out the wand of cure light wounds and Channels Energy to heal (everyone but Sol is in the radius). He is careful to exclude the wizard (though I think he’s out of range anyway) and the big zombie looking thing (just in case).
AC 17 (15 grappling to pin), 21 (19, grappling to pin) on AoO; 19/19 HP
BAB = +2 (level 2)
ToHit = 1d20+6
RHit = 1d20+6-2
LHit = 1d20+6-2
Fort+3 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+4
Will+1
Initiative+2
CMD = 18, 16 if flat footed
Round 6, Init 19
"Call that thing off already, you lousy excuse for -- you can't possibly be human!"
The man's skin is somewhat clammy, and he wriggles uncomfortably in your vise grip. His breathing is slowly becoming labored, as his anxiety grows.
The gaunt man looks away from Mortimer's glare, towards the great grey. "Detenu vian atakon."
"Cease your attack."
The white eyes move from Raella to regard the gaunt man.
Round 7, Init 17-
Solrisa delays, waiting to see what happens.
Round 6, Init 17
"WHAT DID HE JUST CALL ME?!?!?!?" Rae yells as the horrible sound of life's last breath squelches from the necromancer's throat. So upset is she that her swing on his minion completely misses, and barely scratches the floor.
Round 6, Init 15
Seeing Raella take another swing at the great grey, Tynan takes advantage of his position to eye it carefully, then lash out with his short sword.
This abomination needs to cease its existence...
HP: 16/16
Saves:F3,R7,W1
Condition: Sickened