Tsadok begins to put away his wand and greatsword, and pulls out his heavy crossbow.
Amelia returns Nethan's gaze with a smile. "You're not bad. Remember the time we snuck past the elves guarding the ancient burial grounds? But this time, the stakes are a bit higher. I'd prefer to go alone. If some of you can make your way up those bluffs to cover me, I think I'll be just fine. Then we just need some sound to bait the zombies in, and kaboom!" Amelia is getting pretty excited about the scheme.
Nethan snickers at Amelia's reminder of the burial grounds, "Oh yes, I remember. Definitely good times! If anything goes wrong, you come back to us right away?!"
"Do we have a way to create sound? At around a hundred feet or so I could manage to conjure some wytchlight - or fire, as you prefer - but I have not often needed to create sound, and its nature is such that it is difficult to conjure at such distances."
"I have some bottles with me - but I'm not sure they would create a loud enough bang by simply breaking ... " She takes of her skull cap helmet and looks into its eyes "Maybe this would rattle enough if we were to rig it so that it would fall. Maybe as a plan B? I would prefer something really loud."
"Of course, child. But either I would need to accompany you, or you would be need to cast it. I could give you a scroll, I suppose, if you have used such before?"
"Alternatively, I - or someone who does have such training - could accompany you. While I am not the Thief you are, I have some experience in hunting from a long, long time ago."
"Or we could not rely on magic, and instead on your innovation and talent."
"I could use the scroll. I have training with that sort of thing, and I can cover her on the way out if we get attacked."
"Perhaps we should first confirm that they aren't attracted to light. Light can easily be sent a hundred feet away - even a bit more."
Nethan shakes his head at Alþórel, "Al, Amelia is not a thief, a burglar, or a rogue. She is a scout who has experience in disarming traps, sneaking about, and gathering information. I believe you owe her an apology for labeling her such." Nethan looks at Tsadok, "You do plan on taking off your armor or do you have something that will silence your armor?" Nethan shrugs, "Unless the mist blocks their vision, I would think they would check out a light source since they are guardians of the well entrance and that is their job to check out things that are out of place?"
Nethan nods with a kind smile back to Amelia.
"If I have insulted you, Amelia, then you have my apologies."
Calathar begins to pace, restless. Anyone who knows him well knows that he is about to go off on his own and seek action if none is coming to him soon.
After Alþórel whispers in his ear, Calathar nods.
"I can shield five of us from the sight of the undead," he mentions. "But I have to touch you and the time is limited. After the behemoth, close on me for the blessing."
He unsheathes his huge no-dachi and waits calmly for the mayhem to begin.
Jeremiah climbs a rock formation some way away from the planned ambush point and draws his revolver. For now he is content to let the others play their parts. If for some reason they cannot set off the explosives themselves, his preternatural gift with his chosen weapon should allow him to follow through with the plan.
Nethan takes up his current map position and activates his Inertial Armor.
AC = 14 (inc FF and Touch)
PPs 7/8
Inertial Armor = Lasts 3 hours
"Calathar, Can you shield us now?"
Dreyyn draws his two-bladed sword and adopts his Inner Sphere Stance, an obviously defensive posture.
"Which five, Alþórel?"
"Amelia, myself, Nethan, Dreyyn and yourself?"
As the group wait patiently using their bait. A set of 4 of the zombies pop out of thin air. Curiously groaning at the sound looking about to see what it might be. The barrels don't look like anything all that threatening to them so they poke them. One of the group springs the trap, igniting the barrels setting all nearby alight with flame.
The one closest to the barrels is all but dust, the blackened bodies of the remaining zombies stare off into the distance for a brief moment. Realizing that they have been attacked they all let our a screech before trying to engage with their foes. The zombies seem to be extremely damaged now with parts of their bodies smoldering away their twig like bodies barely able to support their weight much longer.
Round 1
As the smoke settles from the explosion of the two barrels the battered zombies all 'jump' ahead scattering out to target different people. Behind them looming in the background is the behemoth, it is breathing heavily and the group can hear the grinding gears between each simple movement it makes.
The zombies try to bite down on their would be victims but Dreyyn and Tsadok move narrowly out of the way. Elise is a little too surprised by the zombies 'jump' and it sics down on her shoulder. A sudden jolt of electricity is sent through her body.
Encanting words older than his companion's civilisation Alþórel calls forth fire, then shapes it with words. When he is finished a ball of fire is in front of the Behemoth.
"Balder's Balle!"
Elise recoils for a second before realizing that her target actually teleported to her - spareing her the brief walk before rending it limb from limb. Uttering a another shrill shout, a warcry this time, she summons the fury of her blood and gets to it.
Atleast one savage slash connects with the blackened husk, sending pieces of burnt flesh and charred bone in all directions.
The zombie that chewed on Elise's shoulder gets his body cleaved in two by some rather large claws. The head then relinquishes its bite and falls to the ground leaving two more zombie's standing.
Round 1, Initiative 7
Nethan's eyes glow a bright blue and he begins to radiate electricity just like his father. Then he points his finger in the direction of the zombies and issues the verbal component, "Nil'gnos arcaniss!".
Two large missile made of force streak forth from Nethan's finger tip and slam directly into the zombie in front of Elise or any that remain left standing when it is Nethan's turn.
Nethan will move 5 feet closer next to Elise and look over his shoulder making sure nothing is sneaking up from behind.
Dreyyn flies into action, springing into a charge using his Panthera on the Hunt maneuver.
Did Calathar render anyone invisible?
I'm guessing not.
Flynt, on his perch, watches the familiar sight of the sundry eccentrics he has found himself in the company of wading into battle with much pomp and violence. Instead of rushing to their aid, he focusses on a more pressing matter. Cupping the butt of his revolver in his off hand, he lines up a shot on the looming hulk in the distance and fires.
Amelia sends some starknives ricocheting about, one of the zombies notices this and jumps. Unfortunately for him right into the path of another starknife. The other two starknifes lodge into the remaining zombie and they both fall to the ground where they remain.
Dreyyn charges the Behemoth with all his might but manages to fall just short however readies himself for the attack.
Jeremiah however hits home with a well placed shot, Dreyyn can here the bullet pierce through flesh first then hit something with a distinct metallic sound within the creature. It lurches a little from the impact then rises on its hind legs looming over Dreyyn, it leans in with a bite at Dreyyn's legs trying to send him to the floor.
Dreyyn is sent to the floor and the beast rips a part of his flesh off with the attack that it eats quickly. The wounds that it sustained from the bullet start to seal up a little after eating the flesh.
Undeterred, Flynt keeps aiming and firing, the only way to put this thing down was to keep putting holes in it.
Satisfied that the zombies are down - and staying there Elise steps over their torn bodies and charges towards the Behemoth. She draws upon the power residing in her blood to surge forth at a supernatural speed giving her ample time to unleash a savage series of slashes - spraying blood and gore over both her, Dreyyn and the Behemoth.
"I WILL SEND YOU SCREAMING TO HEL'S HALLS YOU OVERSIZED RAT!!"
Dreyyn will fight defensively and and with combat expertise (net bonus -5 to hit +3 ac), move action stand from prone, standard action attack defensively.
Apologies, I realise I was very cryptic in my action
|Round 1 | Standard: Cast Flaming Sphere |Move: Move flaming sphere into a surviving enemy|
If the enemy is the Behemoth I would like to know if it appears to be immune to fire.
Nethan and Alþórel both prepare their own magics respectively and lance them over. Both of them hit the creature and do visible damage to it. It seems the resistances the zombies had are not carried over to this creature.
Round 2
Jeremiah takes another shot at the Behemoth, hitting it again but it only scrapped him this time not doing much damaging, the bullet likely lodged in his shoulder blade.
Elise bounds forward with blinding speed however the hide of the monster takes the brunt of her first two attacks whereas the last one hits home. Elise can feel something distinctly bizarre as her claws cut through its flesh. Feels like piping more than actual flesh. Her hand is covered in some sort of grey substance that starts to sting.
She stomachs the pain and keeps fighting.
Dreyyn gets up from the floor, the creature takes this opportunity to swipe at him again.
The creature rips some more flesh off of Dreyyn to heal itself a bit more. Dreyyn takes another swing at the creature but the attack goes wide.
Elise grins in pain as the weird substance soaks her hands. She quickly pushes the unpleasant sensation to the back of her mind - certain that there is more from what that came from soon enough. She notices that the behemoth is doing quite a number on Dreyyn - and it appear to be eating his flesh to heal himself.
"This wretched piece of work seems to regenerate from the wounds he inflicts - " She continues with an audiable taunt hopeing to distract the monster: "HEY - MEATHEAD WHY DON'T YOU TRY SOME OF THIS INSTEAD !"
Calathar touches everyone, blessing them in the name of Ragathiel.