Jolga does a bit of damage, but overall the battle slows as the heroes miss their attacks or suffer misfires!
Marrow stays right next to Wulf, casts a spell, and reaches out to touch him!
She curses as she swipes ineffectively. She still has the spell charged on her hand, however.
zombie!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 151d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
The zombies continuing attacking, but without numbers they are no threat.
ROUND 4
Garfaulk 14 damage
Ton 14 damage
Jolga 4 damage
Charles 22 damage
ROUND 5
Zeke 29
Marrow (blind, prayer)
Wulf; 20 damage from lightning,4 negative energy; 4,6,5 before DR
Zombies
Charles takes a step and unleashes on the last zombie.
Wulf curses at himself as he misses his swing. Taking a deep breath he tries to relax his anger. He doesn't fully understand what she's trying to do to him but he doesn't like it one bit.
Attempting to control himself he swings out once more.
Charles cuts down a zombie, but there is still one left! (in the grease).
It swings at Wulf...
Meanwhile Wulf gets a nice chop into Marrow; she screams with rage!
ROUND 5
Garfaulk 14 damage
Ton 14 damage
Jolga 4 damage
Charles 22 damage
ROUND 6
Zeke 29
Marrow (blind, prayer)
Wulf; 20 damage from lightning,4 negative energy; 4,6,5 before DR
1 Zombie
Jolga walks serenely toward the last zombie and tries to set it on fire.
Garfaulk grunts, running his fingers along the barrel of the weapon, using blue arcane sparks to try and keep his weapon in one piece then reloads it again, hoping his next shot will fare better. Still, he keeps up his strong for his allies, hoping to take them down before he ran out of song to sing
Charles advances on the necromancer and attacks!
Feeling a little safer, Zeke moves into the room while drawing the stun gun he carries as a backup weapon. He fires it once at the necromancer, curious to see what it does.
Charles backstabs the blind cleric... she swoons and nearly falls...
But she steadies herself, and reaches out with her spell and unleashes it on Wulf! His soul shrivels as his very life force is sucked from his body, and the energy flows into her! Wulf takes 16 damage!
Wulf takes a clobber from the zombie, too! 7 damage before DR.
ROUND 6
Garfaulk 14 damage
Ton 14 damage
Jolga 4 damage
Charles 22 damage
ROUND 7
Zeke 29
Marrow (blind, prayer)
Wulf; 20 damage from lightning,20 negative energy; 4,6,5;7 before DR
1 Zombie
ALL PCs Go
"Pathetic."
Zeke continues firing at the necromancer.
Zeke concentrates and straightens his second shot just before it fires.
Charles cuts Marrow bad, but it is Zeke who finishes the job... His first shot knocks her unconscious!
With Marrow down, it is a simple matter to slaughter the final zombie.
COMBAT OVER!
Charles trusts no necromancer and cuts its throat, deep
Blood leaks all over the floor and creates a large puddle underneath her.
The Smilers are done.
"Moral of the story: don't eat people."
Jolga raises an eyebrow at Charles's pronouncement but then helps Zeke look over the body for valuables.
Once that is done, he begins piling the bodies to burn. "We've sent our message. Now I will follow the ways of my people. Further, disease may break out if we leave these lying around."
Zeke gives the stun gun another look, as if reconsidering its value. Holstering it, he casts a spell and begins scanning the room for magic. "Do you suppose that's all of them?" he asks, nervously staring at the many bloody injuries they have sustained. He sighs, looking over his shoulder at Ton'iel, thinking that they are going to have to pay for special services to cure the grizzled elf's blindness.
As silence descends on the room Wulf takes a knee and attempts to catch his breath. His head spinning from all the action and the stench.
Then he remembers."Ton?! Ton are you ok?" He shouts turning to look outside of the room. Seeing his friend bumble about he sighs. "That was something." He says to himself. Pulling himself up he nods looking around the room. "Good job everyone, it was hard fought but we all did our part. I'd say that was all of them, I don't know if anyone would be hiding after that but we should sweep the place. Their leader is dead." He looks to Jolga. "Do what you must, it will only send another message to those that would want to hurt us." He then limps over to Ton, his own wounds getting the better of him as he moves. "I've got ya Ton let me guide you."
hp - 16/69
Garfaulk sighed, looking over Crescendo as the sparks startd to fade from it, revealing the damage. "Oy. That'll take bout an hour to fix. Havent had a weapon misfire like tha since I interrogated that ratfolk a while back, Whiskifish or whatever his name was. Poor gal" It would seem odd for a moment, as Whiskifiss was a boy-but then it would be obvious the dwarf meant his weapon as he put poor crescendo away, not wanting to risk her taking any more damage. Giving Slagbreather a quick lookover, he made sure to load her with a regular shot.
"No.... no I ain't alright... I can't see. I can't see anything!" Ton breathes, looking on the edge of having a panic attack. He grasps out wildly for something, anything to hold onto. He finds the wall and the feeling of having something solid is small comfort.
He slumps against the wall and slides into a sitting position.
"B*tch took my eyes....b*tch took my eyes..."
She has a chest in the corner of the room-- and it is filled with goodies.
Her chest has: 7 batteries, 22 silverdisks, a pouch full of 12 fire opals, three large garnets, a case of 14 vials of soothe, three gas grenades, 3 scrolls, one of which is marked "in case of emergencies".
In addition, she has her gear: 2 potions, 3 wands, 2 gas grenades, 4 doses of soothe, and a cloak.
In the corner of the room, thrown unceremoniously in a pile, is a suit of studded leather, a fine looking crossbow, and a shortsword.
Garfaulk, hearing ton freaking out in the next room, makes his way over and squats down in front of him, giving him a sad, sympathetic smiled-before slapping Ton right in his face with his meaty, dirty dwarven hand. "Come on Ton! get it together, yer a tougher, elf than tha! Probly the toughest elf I know-you have a bad leg and ya tough it out to the point where yer faster than me! Yer not gonna let a little thing like not bein able ter see get ya down!" He barked, trying to shock Ton back into his senses.
From his back, Garfaulk pulls one of his fire lances, Iovry, and puts the long gun into the hands of his blinded ally. His toned softened "Now look-er, feel. Tha's the trigger ere. Use this like a cane ter feel round. Don't want ya bumpin into walls, hilarious as tha would be. And careful-she's loaded. With a javelin. Once we get outta ere, we'll get you to Dinvaya, she's got magical hands." He grined slyly "Or maybe we could buy ya a pair o eyes from tha fella we saw on the street, he seemed like reliable chap"
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Once done with Ton, Garfaulk will examine the items left behind, specifically looking for magical goodies using detect magic
Jolga gives a +2 aid on all:
Spellcraft Potion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23 potion of cure moderate
Spellcraft Cloak: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19 cloak of resistance +1
Spellcraft Armor: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28 not magical
Spellcraft Shortsword: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 not magical
Garfaulk, even with help, can't figure out most of these! Someone else want to try on the one below?
Spellcraft Potion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 can't tell
Spellcraft Wand: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14 can't tell
Spellcraft Wand: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 can't tell
(two extra wands rolls in here I deleted)
Spellcraft Scroll: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 can't tell
Spellcraft Scroll: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13 can't tell
Spellcraft Emergency Scroll: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16 can't tell
Spellcraft Crossbow: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14 can't tell
The third wand is a wand of scorching ray (16 charges). Wands 1 and 2 remain unidentified.
Jolga walks over to ton after he finishes with the bodies. "If the stars aid me, I may be able to cure your sight tomorrow."
"All due respect, Garfaulk, you can kiss my crippled arse." Ton curses foully, but not without the ghost of a smile. He remembered well enough the teasing he aimed at the dwarf when he was struck mute.
"Thanks Jolga, I'll be in your debt. And I always pay my debts."
Before Wulf has a chance to say anything, Ton quickly adds;
"Except one time at a casino up in Chessed, but those bastards were cheating anyway."
Spellcraft Potion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 can't tell
Spellcraft Wand: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14 can't tell
Spellcraft Wand: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 can't tell
(two extra wands rolls in here I deleted)
Spellcraft Scroll: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 can't tell
Spellcraft Scroll: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13 can't tell
Spellcraft Emergency Scroll: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16 can't tell
Spellcraft Crossbow: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14 can't tell
Zeke attempts to identify the items that confounded Garfaulk, with Jolga’s help.
Spellcraft potion: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 12 + 2 = 15 with aid, a pot of cure mod wounds.
Spellcraft wand: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 12 + 2 = 19 wand of ray of enfeeblement
Spellcraft wand: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 12 + 2 = 24 wand of ray of exhaustion
Spellcraft scroll: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 12 + 2 = 21 scroll of animate dead
Spellcraft scroll: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 12 + 2 = 22 scroll of command dead
Spellcraft scroll: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 12 + 2 = 31 scroll of remove blindness (for emergency use!)
Spellcraft crossbow: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 + 2 = 16 crossbow + 1
Jolga nods to Garfaulk. "Yes we killed the lover of necks. Now we need to find the small ratboy. Whiskifiss or something of that nature..." He starts looking around for a place where captives might be kept.
Wulf was about to bring up Chessed but was happy to let it leave it for now. "Maybe being blind will teach you a thing or two Ton, I was sure Zeke or Jolga would know how to fix you up." He smiles.
"So Garfaulk you getting sweet on Dinvaya? She's a very interesting woman, she's not to bad to look at either." He steps over to the dwarf and punches him lightly. With that, he winces from the pain his wounds starting to bruise.
He takes a quick look over the loot and seeing nothing much for himself leave it all for the rest to pick over. "Well we still have some rooms to search, lets finish up here and move on. Like Jolga said we still have our rat friend to find too."
Charles searches the room for clues as well.
A quick look around makes it clear you have seen every room there is to see. You must have missed something, or hurried by something.
"Need to circle back."
Wulf was about to bring up Chessed but was happy to let it leave it for now. "Maybe being blind will teach you a thing or two Ton, I was sure Zeke or Jolga would know how to fix you up." He smiles.
"So Garfaulk you getting sweet on Dinvaya? She's a very interesting woman, she's not to bad to look at either." He steps over to the dwarf and punches him lightly. With that, he winces from the pain his wounds starting to bruise.
He takes a quick look over the loot and seeing nothing much for himself leave it all for the rest to pick over. "Well we still have some rooms to search, lets finish up here and move on. Like Jolga said we still have our rat friend to find too."
"There ain't nothin' I can learn that bein' blind can teach. I can't help with you look for this rat guy. Anyone got any cheese? He'll come to us." Ton says still sat slumped against the wall.
"It is fixable, Ton. Get your head back in the job."
Zeke examines the emergency scroll with his read magic spell, and then prepares to read it to cure Ton’iel.
Jolga walks back through the hideout looking for doors, secret or otherwise, they may have missed.
Garfaulk chuckles, patting Ton on the shoulder. "Sorry lad, not tha kind of dwarf" before starting to look around with Jolga, nodding "Great. Course, at his size, he could be anywhere..."
As wulf teases him and punches his shoulder, Garfaulk laughs loudly, though if anyone looked closely, they might notice a bit of a blush under that tight beard of his [b]"The lass damn near blew me up with a grenade of scrapmetal, got me to shut up fer more than five minutes -even if it was from lockjaw- then looked after me fer a day while I recovered. If tha's not a lass after my own heart, I dunno who is" The dwarf then smiles a mischievous grin "No ratfolk over ere-any luck on yer end Ton? See em round anywhere?"
Suddenly, it clicks in his head. "Hold up lads-wasn't there one tank with all them zombies in it tha didnt explode full of undead? The one with the rope around it? Bet tha's so ya cant see the non-undead ratman inside it!" Garfaulk rushes back into the room where they fought the zombies stepping over the rotting corpses of zombies and the two drillbots, looking for an access panel like when they found LaRa, really wanting the first thing Whiskifiss saw to be his own grinning dwarven mug.
Garfaulk merely has to unwrap the ropes from around the canister and pop open the door, and an exhausted ratman falls out on onto the floor, his fur blood-marked and sticking up in all directions. He groans and rubs his eyes, before slowly opening them to see Garfaulk's smiling face peering down on him.
"Gods... Is this Hell?"
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"It is fixable, Ton. Get your head back in the job."
Ton raises the middle finger of his left hand vaguely in the direction of Charles' voice while the other deftly rolls a cigarette. A moment later, trembling slightly less now, he is sat in a haze of smoke, his nerves calming somewhat.
Jolga nods with a small smile when Garfaulk finds the ratfolk. Then shrugs at the question. "I'm not sure what 'Hell' is but we are in Scrapwall. We were sent to rescue you."
"Hey... I recognize you guys. Not you..." He points at Jolga... "But you... and you... and you... Hey, dwarf... didn't you.. shoot me? In Torch? What are you doing HERE?"
The dwarf jeered at the ratfolk "What're we doing here? Were the f&*~in cavalry! Ere ta save yer arse-tha shooting ya business is ol hat. What a few powder burns during an interrogation between chums?" He stepped away from him rp let someone take a look at his wounds, doubting the ratfolk would let him that close. "As for why ere, outside o Torch, well, let's just say we've got some business ter take care of. And part of tha is savin you. Yer lucky day, eh?"
Looking back into the other room, Garfaulk noticed the angle of the wall and remembered the scrap of paper in his pocket. "Say, income know if this place has another floor? Like a cellar?"
"I don't think so, no... At least, I never saw one... Fellas, I am very grateful for you helping me out. My sister will be very grateful too. Did she send you here in the first place? Just the kind of thing she would do... Listen, have you seen my gear? I can't leave without my crossbow."
Zeke surreptitiously looks over Ton'iel while administering the remove curse scroll, making sure that his injuries are not debilitating. "It's not that bad, Mr. Wexley. This scroll we found will make your eyes whole again. Just relax and I'll fix you up!"
"He'll be fine without his eyes for a day. Might give him more insight into things." He smiles. "It reminds me of the time in Isarn, but I was blind and making a fool of myself."'
"Hello again." He offers the rat his large hand. "Who knew we would be saving you after our last meeting, your sister did send us you're our secondary mission here." He turns to look at the others. "Did we find any crossbow with all the other stuff in there? We haven't had a full search of the place yet."
To Ton's relief, the scroll Zeke casts does indeed lift the blindness from his eyes.
"Ya, we got yer stuff, right over ere" the dwarf went over to where Zeke had been identifying things, and started making faces at Ton for kicks, then spots the scroll in Zeke's hands. Recognizing what was happening, not sure if Ton had seen him, he grabs the gear and hustles back to the ratman. "Yup Hammer, we got it earlier-thought it mighta been magical. Ere ya go lad. Aye, yer sister sent us, I dont think she's familiar with wha happened back in Torch-probably best ter keep quiet bout tha whole business. He pats him on the back roughly, then looks about, making sure no one else was coming there way while Whiskifiss got ready to go. Then he turns to Wulf, raising an eyebrow "Secondry? wha was Primry?"