Helios' theatrics diminish and fade and he flicks his whip once more. He turns to Elen and Ragnar. "Ragnar, Elen, tamē śuṁ tha'ī rahyuṁ chē tē ōḷakhī śakē chē? Huṁ tamanē bannē ghaṭanā'ō ā bhayānaka vaḷāṅka māṭē anta lāvī śakē chē lāgaṇī hōya chē! Jasṭa Fir'umil blu nā divasō māṁ jaṅgalō cōkīdāra māṅgō!"
Switching to Common the bard begins working the innate magics in him as he balances between two languages so as to benefit his allies.
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"That...that's a spell for animating the dead and... Havelock then notices the dead bandits rising once more, ...never mind, I think everyone noticed that."
Droviz stiffens for a moment when the chanting begins and the corpses begin to twitch -- and then he rushes towards the source of the sound, blades whistling as the masked warrior tries to dye them in the unseen spellcaster's blood!
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Krystae prepares to interrogate the bandits further to determine who this Rohkar is they spoke of; however, before she can the room suddenly erupts into chaos. She hears the sounds of chanting coming from nearby the fallen bandits and the witch hunter cants her head as she listens to the spoken words. With a jolt of alarm she recognizes the spell! "Necromancy!" Her knowledge of the spell lets the hunter know the caster is nearby... "Be aware, the caster is within reach of the fallen bandits!"
Krystae then listens carefully to try and determine where the voice was coming from, just as several of the bandits around her begin to rise up from the ground! In the same moment, the inquisitor calls upon the powers of her goddess to seek justice upon her enemies!
Still unable to locate the spellcaster, Elen targets the nearest zombie with Misfortune.
Ragnar seems confused at first, then when the bodies start rising he just shrugs. "Chúng tôi chỉ nhận được trở lại."
"They're just getting back up again."
Ragnar nodded. "Tôi sẽ xem liệu tôi có thể thay đổi suy nghĩ của họ. Phần còn lại chúng ta sẽ phải giết một lần nữa."
"I'll see if I can change thier minds. The rest we'll just have to kill again." He said it as though this was all completely normal, and even expected. If anything he seemed a little confused why everyone was freaking out.
Brynjar's raging strike destroys the zombie between him and Krystae.
Droviz misses with his longsword but draws blood with his butterfly sword.
Krystae fires at the invisible caster, but her arrow goes through the area and sticks into the wall.
Elen's hex takes hold, and the zombie next to Havelock looks to him waiting for a command.
Two of the zombies swing at Droviz. Droviz ducks under the blow of one but gets punched in the face by the other. Brynjar easily parries the blow of the zombie targeting him.
You hear chanting again.
A young man in a black cape winks into existence near the table, his hand on the neck of one of the dead bandits.
"And now you all will die!"
Hellos continues his calling if his innate magics to bolster the members of his party. "Aha, Rohkar I presume! You've revealed yourself and that your plans are incredibly short sighted! Much like a goblin archer I once knew named Grubyub Sloppybreaches who traveled with a circus."
The half-elf dodges through the fray to get within striking distance off the magician. He dashes up onto the table top and lashes out with his whip to grab hold of the villain magic-user's leg and bring him to the ground. "You have just about the same imagination as poor Grubyub."
》 ...slipping through to get within 10 feet and striking distance of the whip
》 ...trip attack on priest (vs. CMD)
Ragnar says something in his native tongue and the undead next to Havelock turned and lunged at the man who had just raised it from death.
Ragnar stepped around Vigdir Havelock and thrust his spear toward the villain who treated the fallen so callously. A sudden anger boiled up from within the usually gentile giant. The plates and silverware still on the table rattled and the flames int eh fire place pulled back, deepening the shadows and letting a sudden chill into the air.
This man though himself a student of death. He was about to learn more.
"I need some healing over here, Iszitrid!" Droviz shouts while lashing out at the zombies. "Leave the puppets to me, someone cut the puppetmaster down!"
The masked warrior lashes out at the zombies, blades flashing.
Elen focuses her mind on her new target.
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Krystae hisses when her arrow misses and hits the nearby wall; however, she hears more chanting coming from the invisible caster. She listens closely to the words, recognizing the vile spell. She does not have to wait long to extract her vengeance upon the dastardly enemy as he suddenly appears near her! "You will pay for your vile magic, fiend!"
Krystae takes a step to one side, away from the zombie beside her and quickly drops her bow, now engaged in a full melee battle, and pulls free her spear! She jabs it towards the caster, fully intent on impaling him upon the blade!
Well, I cannot burn him, but I can burn his meat puppets, at least one of them us not in combat with anyone but me!
Havelock takes a quick step back, happily out of reach from the nearby zombie, dodging nimbly under one of it's clumsy attempts to claw at him.
Then, with a manic grin, he lobs the clay phial in his hand straight at the zombie.
Once the man appears Brynjar's eyes shift from the motion filled corpses to him. A row of teeth clenched and the soft sound of hands gripping the hilt of a sword even harder was hid by the chaos. Suddenly Brynjar burst into action, rolling away from the zombie and running past the law-keeper as if he didn't recognize her, the warrior skid to a stop and let loose a wild horizontal at their newly revealed foe.
Helios's whip wraps around Rohkar's ankle and Helios deftly pulls Rohkar off of his feet and watches as Rohkar lands harshly on his back.
Ragnar's new minion moves up and strikes at Rohkar's prone form, but Rohkar is able to roll out of the way and avoid the blow.
Ragnar's spear easily pierces the necromancer just above the collarbone, and Rohkar cries out in pain.
Droviz's strikes go wide... he seems a little lightheaded from his wounds.
Krystae's spear strikes true but her attack lacks the power to pierce Rohkar's studded leather armor.
Helios strikes the zombie between Droviz and Ragnar's new minion with his bomb.
Rohkar weakly reaches out with his sword from the ground but Brynjar easily avoids the blow. Brynjar hacks into Rohkar's leg and deals a savage wound.
The zombies strike with their undead fury. Brynjar is slammed in the gut, and Droviz is knocked to the floor like a rag doll. Rohkar remains on the ground, raises his left hand and communes with a higher power.
, radius 30 feet, should hit everyone.
The cowering bandits are knocked out from the blast of negative energy.
Despite all the punishment that he has been dealt Brynjar stood firm, his breathing was loud, his teeth bared as if he was a hungry beast, and his blue eyes kept showering the man at his feat with an angry and hateful glare. In a single moment Brynjar's foot was raised and he brought it down on the man's ribs, and a moment later the massive double edged followed, its howl through the air becoming almost a common sound amongst the chaos that was around them.
Elen moans in pain as the wave of evil flows over them.
Elen growls and whispers in Skald:
Elen sees Droviz go down, and dashes through the scrum to reach him, ripping his shirt to find where he's bleeding and putting pressure on the wounds to staunch the flow. Purple-black skin? What... no time for that. Ask him later, when he's no longer bleeding to death, Elen admonishes herself as the color of the hidden drow's flesh is visible for the first time.
Brynjar's sword neatly beheads Rohkar and sends his head rolling under the table.
Helios shakes off the vicious, magical attack and moves to draw his rapier. But Brynjar's killing blow puts a stop to his action. It's to the fallen that his attention is drawn. He launches himself from the table, tumbling passed the zombie that had struck down Droviz and landing next to the masked warrior.
"Professor, think we might need a hand over here..." Helios calls over his shoulder. He pulls the flask at his hip and pulls the screw top so he can pour some of the contents over any open wounds to stave off infection. The smell of whiskey wafts into the air around him. "C'mon, Lucky Drunk, see our new comrade through this...he fought like a warrior poet, let's give him a few more lyrics..." Helios sets about stabilizing him as best he can, trying to recall the woodland knowledge his mother had imparted.
First Aid DC 15
Long-term Care DC 15
Treat wounds from caltrops, spike growth, or spike stones DC 15
》Treat deadly wounds DC 20《
Treat Deadly Wounds: When treating deadly wounds, you can restore hit points to a damaged creature. Treating deadly wounds restores 1 hit point per level of the creature. If you exceed the DC by 5 or more, add yourWisdom modifier (if positive) to this amount. A creature can only benefit from its deadly wounds being treated within 24 hours of being injured and never more than once per day. You must expend two uses from a healer's kit to perform this task. You take a –2 penalty on your Heal skill check for each use from the healer's kit that you lack.
Once stabilized, he turns about and scrambles over to the headless Rohkar to search for any potions that might help. If he finds any, he'll see of it's identifiable as a healing draught. If it's not apparent, he'll see if Havelock can identify it.
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Krystae's reckless attack against the Rohkar left her open to attack from one of his zombies. The fist of the undead catches her hard in the left jaw, sending her reeling as her jaw is dislocated by the strike. Despite the blinding pain from the attack, the inquisitor shakes the stars from her vision and fights back the darkness creeping around the edge of her vision.
She prepares for a retaliatory; however, just as she draws back her spear the wave of negative energy washes over her. Krystae screams in pain, dropping her spear and grabbing her head as she succumbs to the powers of darkness. The last thing she sees is Brynjar lopping off the head of the evil cleric... before she collapses to the ground.
Dead...more await...always more... Brynjar looked about himself swiftly from left to right, his rage not showing any sign of subsiding Move...daggers at your back... The red haired man's foot shifted backward slightly but it stopped when Brynjar felt something obstruct its motion, he looked downward and saw the lawkeeper's body sprawled across the floor She cannot die...we agreed to hunt the witches...I am not a liar....not a betrayer The haze of violence that had gripped Brynjar diminished and he suddenly felt the pain of all the blows that landed upon his flesh, he fell to his knees and his sword dropped from his hands, then looked around himself in an attempt to survey his surroundings and maybe notice another invisible attacker.
Brynjar turned towards Krystae motionless body, he wiped sweat from his brow, he had seen wounds being treated many times...and he had only assisted, never performing the deed himself but now, he had no choice, he looked upon the blond woman one more time and took off her armor to ease her breathing...besides the nasty bruise on her jaw he couldn't see any other clear wounds No blood He thought, then he lifted her head up "Lawkeeper...wake up, this is no time to nap" He said in a ragged voice, as he did his best to steady his own breathing.
"Fall, damn you, fall!"
Havelock moves forward, jumping over the bodies of the ill bandits, as he does he strikes out at the zombie that now stinks of seared flesh.
Sadly, his strikes is not helped by the fact that Havelock lands poorly and temporarily loses his balance.
Ragnar slams his spear forward again, his rage abating now that the heretic was slain.
Ragnar destroys another zombie. One of them shambles forward towards the table and the other remaining hostile zombie swings at Brynjar, slamming its fist into his armor.
Rolling with the blow that made his armor ring, Brynjar spun in place and brought down a fierce diagonal strike at the zombie. His ragged breathing and wounds clearly not slowing him down...yet.
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Krystae lets out pitiful whimpers as horrible visions flash in her unconscious mind... The terrible magics wreak havoc upon the young woman even in her subconsciousness.
She stands in a small halo of light, surrounded by utter darkness all about her. Every heartbeat the halo grows smaller and smaller about her... Her eyes and ears catch tiny things darting about in the inky blackness... Suddenly she feels something nip her calf, but when she spins around all she sees is a few droplets of her blood leading into the darkness. She hears a cacophony of terrible cackles all around her as the halo gets smaller and smaller.
It's now touching her heels and her toes... Another nip at her leg! She can hear the rustling of countless horrors rushing past her! Another bite, this time her thigh! She let's out a cry of pain. Her father's voice cries out to her from the darkness and she tries to fight back the overwhelming terror that threatens to break her; however, the darkness is too much. The halo is nothing more than a pinpoint of light... suddenly she can see the horrors that surround her... "Daddy! She screams and the light goes out...