"MORE undead? This is getting tiresome!"
Jarvis motions to everyone to move up, motioning that in this room there are 2 more bad guys,
Ah more stuff to attack, much better then a silly puzzle in long forgotten languages...
Whispering to his companions,"We should wait on either side of the door, draw them out and slaughter them as the come through," raising an eyebrow in question.
Moving over to one side of the door quietly, both hands on his scimitar and ready to chop anything that comes through.
Galerio will move up and cover north/south with his crossbow.
I'm coming also preparing a force missle
"I'll have to get back to this lock later, then!"
Turvijagal sprints over to get behind Jarvis and draws his two short swords, waiting for trouble.
As the others moved away, Cyrus leaned heavily on his staff as he stood and once certain his legs would support him, slowly approached the body of the creature the others had called a ghoul. Unsure of how such a creature came into being, Cyrus leaned the magical light of the staff towards it, the cold light giving the corpse even more of a tainted look.
Seemingly absorbed into the creature's skin was a worked leather cord that Cyrus pulled exposing an unknown symbol etched on a stained piece of preserved bone. On an instinctive level Cyrus felt a wrongness of the symbol, but he knew he had to examine it closely all the same. There was too much dark craft in this place for him not to collect all the information he could, although what he would be able to do with it, Zors only knew.
Working it free from the ghoul's flesh, Cyrus next patted the creature's pockets down looking for any other hints of what this creature could have been before the foulness of undeath claimed it. His pulse quickened when he discovered a small pouch, only to be as equally quickly deflated when there was nothing but a few rusting iron bits that may have been used for local currency.
~If nothing else, Almery will be happy to add these to his collection of historical items.~
Further examination was cut short when the cries of more undead were located up ahead. Another surge of adrenaline hit Cyrus and he moved quickly around the hallway with his staff held high to illuminate the area.
As the luring them from their room was suggested, Cyrus nodded in approval, trusting the others' combat skills far more than his own.
The unholy symbol is Orcus, demon prince of the undead.
I will double move Ulfgard up. The ghouls just sway in the room and don't come out. Top of round!
That brought a reaction from them as they both attack Naomi.
and Fort Save DC 13 x2
and Fort Save DC 13
and Fort Save DC 13
and Fort Save DC 13 x2
and Fort Save DC 13
and Fort Save DC 13
One hit with a claw so one Fort Save.
Hearing the ghouls suddenly become active as the impulsive minstrel entered their room, Lucky looked to Hagrym and Ulfgard.
"You must do something! Those creatures will rip her to shreds!
Feeling the same strange heat building in him, Cyrus touched the knotted cord in his vest pocket as he touched Hagrym's arm. As before, the heat suddenly flared once and then disappeared leaving only a faint tingle in his hand.
"Strike true, as Zors will assist you."
Hagrym moves into the room, taking the spot just south of Naomi. "I've got half a mind to let them eat you, lassie! Never disrupt a proper plan," he scolds as he tries to slice the zombie closest to him.
Attack
Damage
Turvijagal thinks aloud "Plan?"
He then runs in beside Naomi, opposite Hagrym, and tries to hit the ghoul Hagrym already hit:
yessir
Rolling fort save from ghoul claw on Naomi
Moving Galerio up to cover. Shandar moves in and casts force missile on last ghoul
If those are her fort saves, Naomi isn't doing anything but stare into space. She is rounds.
As much as he wishes, with his comrades in the way the dwarf has no chance to join the battle.... this round moving into a position to charge the last ghoul, or be charged he clangs his axe on his shield offering himself as a target."Come on ugly bastard, try me!"
Jarvis moves in and takes an attack with his scimitar
This happens when we rush in. Just stick to the plan OK? (Shakes head at the minstrel) we don't need to loose her.
Well I was going to try to bait them out to us. I am only concerned for your safety my lady we need your expertise.
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Moving closer Ulfgard is ready to slap Naomi´s face but then just slaps her arm.
" Listen, gal, and listen good. I know lassis like you, yes I do. They learn some fancy footwork and whirl their blade, and they think they can brave the world. I will tell you a secret, and you better listen. The world does not care s!&~! This is no practise bout in a well lit dancing hall, or what kind of school you were. This is fight to survive. It means if I have to kick my enemy between the legs, I will do. It means if I have to bite off his nose I do so. Because real fights are not for points, or for glory. They decide if you are alive, or dead. Now I will tell you something else. And you mightily listen. If Hasgrym or me attack the enemy it is to draw his ire. So that we get hit. So that the gals in childrens armor can dance around the enemy to hit it in the back. We are tough, we wear thick armor, because we know it might deflect the one hit. The one hit that should kill us because we were to slow, or distracted! And by Orcus hairy ass... what daylight? It is below, it is lighted because you light it."
Well except for Lucky there, no offence Lucky, unless you get your priesty mojo going you're about useless.
~She says this as if I asked to come here. I have never once tried to sell myself as more than what I am.~
Reaching deep into the shallow pool that he imagined his connection to Zors resided, Cyrus struggled to summon the energy to the surface, but slowly it did and he sent it out among those gathered around him.
Feeling weakened and sick, Cyrus tried to hide the frustration he felt, but knew he failed miserably.
"I never asked for this. I didn't grow up dreaming of grand adventures and of distant lands to visit. I grew up knowing that my best friends were a loaded pair of dice and an alchemist who didn't mind cutting a share with me when we drugged a mark. That was until a mark didn't wake up and I was sentenced to hang for killing a man I had only known for a night."
Reaching into his pocket, Cyrus pulled the knotted cord from his vest and let it dangle in his hands.
"Then the day came for me to die and my tale should have ended there on the spot, but the arm of the gallows snapped at the same time they pushed me from the platform. They said it was a sign from the gods that I was spared and that was the day everyone called me Lucky, but what is your life to be when every step you take, people still considered you nothing but a murderer and a thief."
Ignoring the dimming of the light at the end of the staff, Lucky instead pulled out the corrupted symbol he pulled from the ghoul, swapping it with his own.
"And in the span of a week, I have gone from sewing up prostitutes and dock workers and hearing the faintest of whispers of Zors to me through a scrap of the rope that was used to hang me to having the knowledge of ancient gods and demon princes filling my head. So each of you must forgive me if I have moments of being useless to you all, as I am finding it very hard to not sit in a corner and just bang my head against the wall gibbering like the crazy man I feel I am becoming."
Tossing the foul symbol onto the floor by the dwarven knight's feet, Lucky looked to Hagrym.
"I believe your god will approve you smashing that. Orcus is not known to be a friend of the dwarves and if I had to bet my last coin, I would say he is the reason the gods had came together down here long ago.
Turvijagal holds the sword aloft for all to see.
"When you lot are finished chatting, I found this really nice sword. It's not my style, though. Who wants it?"
Jarvis nods after all the berating, turns and moves up the hallway with his own dancing lights spell active floating ahead of him. Looking back and forth for another door or more unholy enemies.