Brow furrowed in thought, Chitleen dashes past the confused dwarf and through the door before it becomes barred by the dead once more. He turns his gaze back towards the sarcophagus room...
Perception:
In the faint light provided by the lamp behind him, even Chitleen's enhanced elf eyes see little at first, then the faintest glimmer at the sarcophagus nearest him- a ghostly dagger is quickly cutting the ropes that hold the final coffin shut!
Then the third Rage Zombie charges.
Oh?
Seeing the half raged dwarf still trying to ease out of his altered mind state by puncturing himself with holes, Daeron cries out a suggestion.
Push Tarrar on the otherside of the door! Then I could enhance him with my magicks!
Being the short and stout dwarf he is, likely it would be a monumental task even budging him an inch.
Daeron draws and readies to loose on the first clear enemy he sees.
The spear point in the stomach seems to be all that the dwarf needed to pull himself out of the poison's grasp."Arghhh. What madness is this!?! Foul magician!" The grasp of fatigue and injury hang heavy on the warrior, but not on is stoic determination to see them through this battle. Setting his weapon for an inevitable charge, Trollsplitter readies himself again."Move back in this room, elf! Do not give them the opportunity to attack."
Round 4:
Hissing back at the dwarf "The mage is here, he is freeing the dead" Bereft of options and giving a prayer to those above, he takes aim at the empty space where he wagers whatever holding the knife might stand...
Shot in the dark: for Miss chance:
"He'll be freeing you if you don't stop acting like you are me! Mind yourself, elf."
At Chitleen's words, Shirish gathers up her shield and sword and readies to attack anything that may come near, rather than divide herself from her charge as she so clearly failed in the jungle.
"I will fight with you," she tells Chitleen.
Daeron nocks an arrow as he encourages Tarrar to move forward. The surly dwarf holds the door with his spear set encouraging Chitleen back. The elf alchemist attempts to avert more calamity by firing at the unseen wizard he surmises is behind the ghostly dagger.
Chitleen's arrow however, passes through space, hitting nothing. Blood streaming from every orifice in its contorted face, another bleeding zombie hurls itself at Chitleen. Shirish steps up just in time to deflect the zombie's strike.
Surak targets the area he saw Chitleen striking at the ghostly dagger, throwing a javelin. He then grabs another javelin.
Round 5:
Stepping back and away from the dead one, Chitleen retrieves another vial of alkahest - hurling it at the creature....
Ranged Touch: for
Shirish, having no need to move, takes the opportunity and full attacks the creature threatening her party.
The zombie flails in pain as the flung alkahest quickly burns a good portion of its rotting flesh. Shirish follows up with a powerful sword strike that fells the creature in a shower of tainted blood. Then the cut ropes holding the final sarcophagus part and the last zombie emerges.
Tararr sees that the others are determined to fight in the open and promptly joins them. "I'm gonna have to teach you two about holding out against superior forces.", he says as he moves into postion. Bringing his Urgrosh down with both hands, the barbar attempts to cleave the thing in two.
Come, Ghema. Into the adjacent room and seek out the hidden arcanist!
Mentally commanding his familiar to sweep the coffer filled room for signs of the hidden wizard, Daeron follows in Tarrar's wake, bow and arrow in hand, ready to loose.
Tarrar still gasping from his exertions, flips his urgrosh and cleaves into the corpse with an overhead chop. Daeron tries a shot, but it is fouled by the press of his allies.
Seeing how everytime they kill one of these things they spray their guts and filth upon them, Tararr bounds back a couple of steps ripping his throwing hammer from his belt as he does so. Upon reaching the wall, he lets loose with the fine hunk of dwarven steel."Follow up, Daeron!"
Daeron nods at Tarrar's thoughtfulness and lets fly. The arrow flies true, streaking towards the undead pus bag, hoping for a glorious pop of pus.
Shirish snarls in orc, grabs up her sword and proceeds to hit herself in the face with the pommel, cutting her eye, and knocking herself silly.
Round 6:
Not allowing a pause to savor the bubbling dissolution of the previous dead one, Chitleen instead turns his attention upon the freshly released...
Ranged Touch: for
Surak steps to the doorway, and flings his javelin towards the invisible necromancer again, then grabs yet another javelin.
Rightfully concerned about the effects of the diseased blood from the undead, Tararr backs up to fling a hammer at the thing striking it a glancing blow. Daeron quickly takes advantage of the opening to launch an arrow into the bleeding face. Chitleen adds another alkahest bomb to pile on the damage.
Face rapidly dissolving around the arrow planted in its eye, the thing manages to stagger forward to vent its rage upon the slender bomb thrower. It slams its foe and then draws him forward in a crushing embrace.
Shirish takes it rather hard and begins pounding herself about the head in sympathetic anguish. Surak keeps his eyes on the prize by casting yet another futile javelin at the ghostly dagger which floats back toward the sarcoph-evator.
Round 6:
Fort save: and
Damage:
Chitleen is unable to stab himself due to the zombie's restricting grasp, so instead settles for repeatedly ramming his head into the wall...
Realizing that the elf is going to be killed if he doesn't do something, Tararr moves forward seeking to rip the legs out from under it. Hooking his Urgrosh around the undead's leg he gives it a mighty pull.
Amidst the scene of comrades engaged in acts of self mutilation, Daeron shoots into the back of the grappling undead, sadly aware Chitleen may be in for a pus bath if his arrow punctures the right spot..
Daeron launches another arrow into the smoking corpse and it explodes in a spray of fouled blood coating its victim already in the throws of madness.
Chirleen's save DC 15
confusion
The elf draws his talwar to drive its blade into his own gut, but is restrained at the last moment by Tararr!
Shirish's rage continues and she turns to Chitleen and brings him down in a single powerful strike, then falls unconscious herself.
"SURAK! The orc lost 'er mind! get in here and help her I'll start on Chitleen." Quickly turning his attention to the crumpled elf in his arms, Tararr begins trying to close his wounds using his knowledge of battlefield medicine. "Daeron, keep watch."
Tarrar! Frisk Chitleen, I would hazard he still keeps stash of healing attars about him.
Surak looks shocked but casts stabilize as he was trained to do.
Ripping his last potion from it's spot on his belt pops the cork and drains it into the dying elf's throat.
Shirish's madness continues and she suddenly drives her blade into the defenseless elf as she faints from her own self-inflicted wounds! Chitleen collapses in a shocked Tararr's arms. Surak steps up to stem the gush of blood with a healing touch while Tararr gingerly lays the elf down to retrieve a potion.
Ghema sends an empathic warning as the pale knife suddenly floats back toward the standing elf.
Surak sets his jaw and glares at the ghost knife, and starts muttering in a dry, rasping whisper, his words of power radiating dread.
Tararr begins to stoke the flames of his rage again as he looks at the limp body of his,pointy eared friend. Trying to get a bead on the wizards location, prepares himself to strike.
As Daeron spots the ghostly knife floating towards him, he tries a difficult shot that almost hits the tiny object before it moves aside and the arrow passes through the air. Tararr pauses trying to make out what is happening and Surak uses a creepy voice that does not pause the approaching knife. Shirish lies bleeding on the floor.
Tararr moves to the orc's side and begins to wrap her wounds before engaging the specter.
Tararr stoops quickly to stop Shirish's bleeding while Surak critiques. Meanwhile, the floating dagger swoops in to attack Daeron!
Nicked by the flying dagger, Daeron falls into a crouch and prepares to evade further attacks.
Surak flanks the ghost knife with Daeron, and ponders for a moment, then attempts to knock the knife out of the invisible hand (at least he can see the knife!), fighting defensively.
Tararr seeing the attack on a floating knife nt working instaed scans the room for any hint of where it's master may be.
Tararr sees no one else in the room. Surak baits the knife which takes the opportunity to slice his arm. However, Surak ripostes with a blow that knocks the knife to the floor. A moment later the knife begins to rise again.
Surak slashes through the air where he thinks the knife wielder must be, still fighting defensively.
Surak aims for the wielder, not the knife itself and takes a slash across the face.
Tararr shouts to his companions, "This fiend will be easily defeated as things sit now."
Tararr quickly looks for any large amount of fine sand or dust nearby.