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The zombie takes a strong hit from Vox, but not quite as strong as he was hoping for, as his longsword is deflected by the well armored shoulder of the lamellar armor.
It definitely did not like that, so chops back at the Hunter. However, the armor that defended him was temporarily knocked out of place, and the ancient warrior misses.
Party is up.
- x Zombies (moving and their grovin’)
- => Ophiuchus[22] (missing again?)
- => Jaender[16] (Fire not burn?)
- => Vox[14]
- => Sven[13]
- => Einhardt[11] (Nauseated,)
- => Roudantaimi[10] ( ready to rock!)
- x Arturo[5] (Stable, -5hp)
Conditions/status
Arturo: 38hp [Stable at -5]
Einhardt: Nauseated
Jaender:
Poochie: 19hp Divine Favor (through rd12)
Roudi: 16hp
Sven: Nauseated, Frightened 42
Vox: 16hp
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Knowing not to back away, even though every fiber of his being is ready to run for safety, the youth stands his ground and wonders how long his luck can hold out before one of the creature's devastating attacks cleaves him in two. Vox tries to push the growing concerns and doubts from his mind as he swings again, but cannot concentrate through the terror.
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Looking at his downed foes and friends alike, Ophiuchus calls once again upon the power of the great one.
Cast Inheritor's Smight Defensively - spell is a swift action.
The spell faltering on his lips, the nagaji pushes through and again attacks the dead that live again.
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His stomach finally cleared of his meal and half his entrails, his mind finally freed of his fear and shame, the brute roars his defiance at the terrible zombie thing in the room with him. He strides swiftly toward the creature, raising his scythe and bringing it down in a powerful stroke as he closes with the undead figure.
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"Whoa, Sven! Good to have you back, your scythe was sorely needed here!" Roudantaimi says, relieved. But he still hears sounds of battle somewhere. "Vox! He's still fighting those zombies elsewhere! Try to hold on, friend! We're coming!"
Roudantaimi starts hustling towards the estimated location of the hunter, healing himself on the way.
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Jaender cheers at the return of his barbarian friend, and again at his mighty display. Then at Rudi's urging, he moves his little legs as fast as he can to catch up to Vox.
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The Strong Brute moves up, and finally lives up to his name! With a mighty swing, he cuts the zombie in half!
The she-wolf is finally able to stop her perpetual gagging and dry heaves, finally the stench has left her nostrils. She glares at Vox for putting her through this.
The zombie next to Vox then attacks.
Vox goes down... hard. Bleeding... The she-wolf howls in fear that her companion is leaving her.
Party is up.
- x Zombies (one left)
- => Ophiuchus[22] (fearsome duck-warrior)
- => Jaender[16] (Running to help)
- => Vox[14] (dying - DC19)
- => Sven[13]
- => Einhardt[11]
- => Roudantaimi[10]
- x Arturo[5] (Stable, -5hp)
Conditions/status
Arturo: 38hp [Stable at -5]
Einhardt: Nauseated
Jaender:
Poochie: 19hp Divine Favor (through rd12)
Roudi: 16hp
Sven: Nauseated, Frightened 42
Vox: 39hp
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Jeander nearly loses his mind at the sight of his reserved friend getting cut down so mercilessly. He can't even find the words to scream in protest, and without hesitation flies forward past Einhardt. Pulling a vial from his bandolier as he moves, he flicks the cork off as he skids to a stop, and pours the potion down the dying man's throat.
"Come at me you wretched waste of space!" he shouts at the demon-undead.
Just don't swing at Vox again, he may not survive another blow...
Jaender subconciously grabs the jeweled charm he wears about his neck, nervous about what is about to happen next, but holding faith in the threads of magic about him.
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Einhardt moves up, in her wolfish rage over her "master" being so cruelly attacked. Unfortunately, in her grief, she misses.
Roudi, then Zombie
- x Zombies (one left)
- x Ophiuchus[22] (fearsome duck-warrior)
- x Jaender[16] (Running to help)
- x Vox[14] (stable)
- x Sven[13]
- x Einhardt[11]
- => Roudantaimi[10]
- x Arturo[5] (Stable, -5hp)
Conditions/status
Arturo: 38hp [Stable at -5]
Einhardt: Nauseated
Jaender:
Poochie: 19hp Divine Favor (through rd12)
Roudi: 16hp
Sven: Nauseated, Frightened 42
Vox: 34hp
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Roudi moves up, and loads his pistol. He doesn't have a line of sight, but just in case.
The remaining zombie tries to move past the wolf to get at the sorcerer. However, he cannot get by the she-wolf, though she is unable to lay a tooth on the armored zombie. It then decides to attack the wolf, anyway.
Party is up
- x Zombies (one left)
- => Ophiuchus[22] (heal for two?)
- => Jaender[16] (pissed at zombie)
- => Vox[14] (stable)
- => Sven[13]
- => Einhardt[11]
- => Roudantaimi[10] (loaded)
- x Arturo[5] (Stable, -5hp)
Conditions/status
Arturo: 38/33hp [Stable at -5]
Einhardt: 14/26
Jaender:
Poochie: 19hp Divine Favor (through rd12)
Roudi: 14hp
Sven: Nauseated, Frightened 42
Vox: 34hp
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Roudantaimi walks closer, more carefully now. Peering past the nagaji oracle, he spies another zombie, just like the others. The gnome raises his pistol and fires another shot, hoping to put an end to the walking unlife.
"Is Vox all right!?" he asks, not seeing too well into pile of allies. Battle being far from over, the gnome uses his healing powers on himself.
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Roudi moves up, and fires at the sombie. The bullet flies through the dessicated corpse, but was evidently enough to end whatever vile force was animating it, as it collapses onto the ground.
After receiving the healing from Poochie, Vox stirs, and looks up to see a very angry she-wolf standing over her. When Einhardt realizes that the youth is moving, and the undead thing has stopped moving, she changes to mothering-mode... checking out Vox from head to foot, licking his wounds as necessary.
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Arturo: 38
Einhardt: 14
Poochie: 19
Roudi: 14hp
Sven: 42
Vox: 34hp
Strong Brute -34
Strong Brute -27
Strong Brute -18
Strong Brute -15
Strong Brute -12
Strong Brute -7
Strong Brute -1
Strong Brute Full
Arturo -35
Arturo -29
Arturo -21
Arturo -14
Arturo -10
Arturo -8
Arturo -1
Arturo full
Einhardt -35
Einhardt -26
Einhardt -20
Einhardt -13
Einhardt -11
Einhardt -4
Einhardt full
23 charges
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The youth stirs and looks up just as Einhardt begins to lick him. After a moment spent petting the animal, Vox lovingly pushes the wolf away and stands up. "Thanks for coming to my rescue," he says looking shocked and still shook-up. Sheathing his longsword and picking up his lucerne hammer, he moves to stand by the others.
Next, the youth draws his own wand and passes it to Ophiuchus, "Please use this to heal everyone." Vox seems to stare off into the distance, lost in thought, and stands humbled by his defeat at the boney-hands of the undead warrior.
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"Woah..." begins a groggy Arturo as he gets to his feet and a wry grin appears on his face, "... why do we always forget to not split up? Well done everyone. As it seems to be more usual, I charge in, fall asleep and then figure out what happened later. What did happen, actually?"
Once Arturo gets caught up, "I don't suppose anyone kept an eye on Dakang's quarters? I think this counts as enough of an emergency that he needs to show himself. Zombies and demons assaulting the people of this temple should give even those stiff aasimars reason enough to grant us access."
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The brute, scowling, joins the others as they regroup. He shakes his head at Arturo's question, not wanting to mention his own cowardice and weak stomach. Instead he nods his agreement with the man's reasoning, wanting to see this master Dakang and see what he thought of all this. Or if he was behind it.
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"Awesome! Everyone's still well and alive! Except the zombies. Oh, and one poor halfling." Roudantaimi starts excited, and then turns mournful when he remembers the halfling whom the dretch butchered mercilessly.
"Yes, I think it's high time for glorious leader Dakang to present himself. I think the devotees might also be in need of some consolation."
The gnome reloads his pistol in case the zombie onslaught is not quite over yet. Then, he starts marching towards Dakang's quarters, radiating divine fury.
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Relieved that all his friends still live, Ophiuchus sheathes his greatsword, and draws his large flail.
"The time for being nice is over. It is time to hurt people so other people won't get hurt. It is time to protect the stupid from the evil. It is time to end this. Then we will find whomever created these dead that live and now want to make us dead, even though we made them dead again. Not that it is all cleared up, let's go. We have used much precious time healing ourselves."
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"Wow, I didn't see that door open there," says Arturo, eying the entrance to the crypt, "While I do want to see Dakang brought to justice, I cannot ignore that whoever summoned those creatures may well still be down there summoning more. I think the safety of the inhabitants of this temple should come first. Perhaps we can convince someone to petition the Aasimars to make sure Dakang doesn't flee while we're securing the grounds. Also, perhaps Dakang has some kind of secret passage down to the crypt and we'll find him down there anyway."
Arturo scouts out the entrance to the crypt, listening for sounds of further activity below, "Come on, let us not split up again... and this is truly where the most immediate threat lies. Even if Dakang escapes, at least the inhabitants will be free of his distorted religion. Rather they live than see Dakang brought low. Hopefully, though, we can do both."
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Jaender sees the open door, and the pull of confronting dakang conflicts him.
His temper and desire to burn something wins out.
"let's go down and kill whatever else needs killing."
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The party makes their way to the open door.
This vaulted mausoleum holds six large sarcophagi, each bearing the carved image of an aasimar dressed in ornate robes and holding glass spheres in one hand and a bell, a book, or a lotus flower in the other. Innumerable runes crowd the top edges and sides of each sarcophagus. A solid wooden door stands near another door that was boarded shut, but now a pile of boards lays on the floor.
Three of the sarcophagi are open, but empty.
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Arturo peers cautiously inside before stepping back and allowing Strong Brute to lead the way forwards .
"Well, fool me once, shame on you..." Arturo begins counting how many times he's foolishly led the charge and been laid out in a matter of seconds as a result, "Fool me nine or ten times, shame on me. You first, you brave, tall, strapping, scythe wielding maniac, you!"
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The six elaborate sarcophagi contain nothing other than the bones and rags of their occupants. The central sarcophagus lists slightly to the side. Arturo identifies a crack beneath it that leads to a crooked hollow space roughly 8 feet long and 18 inches deep. At the rear of the crevice, out of sight from the entrance to the hollow space, rests a set of battered brass scales. Reaching the scales requires a tight squeeze into the narrow space.
Jaender, being of smaller stature than Arturo, tries to get in there. He is able to retrieve the scales!
Roudi uses his gloves, and sees the following...
Most of the everburning lanterns hanging in this hall are dark, but the dimness does not diminish the grandeur of this corridor. Along the north wall stand several statues, each depicting an angel or other good outsider. Some are depicted in dramatic poses befitting a holy warrior. Others have heads bowed in eternal contemplation and hands cupping glass spheres. The southern wall bears a large set of double doors, but these doors are boarded up. Smaller doors stand at opposite ends of the hall. A few bits of stone and other debris litter the floor and a musty odor hangs in the air.
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Along the north wall stand several statues, each depicting an angel or other good outsider. Some are depicted in dramatic poses befitting a holy warrior. Others have heads bowed in eternal contemplation and hands cupping glass spheres
"More statues!" the youth exclaims. "Wait up, we can't go forward until I've noted down as much as I can about these." Vox begins to sketch the shape of each statue, noting their position and stance, any objects in hand, and their countenance. He also goes so far as to sketch and note what he can about the sarcophagus, wanting to cover his bases in case their relation to one another is important.
"Does anyone know anything about these?" he asks rhetorically, wondering aloud if anyone else knows what these statues mean, and knowing he is clueless on such matters.
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Vox takes time to draw out everything about the crypt, and the sarcophagi, before he allows Arturo and the Strong Brute to open the door. He realizes at the last moment, that he needed rubbings of each sarcophagus, so goes back and does that as well.
Then, the party opens the door and moves out.
I am going to assume that we're going in standard order.
Suddenly, as the boy and his wolf step into the corridor, the stone wings on the large angel statue next to the door swing at the two!
At that point, the statue stops moving.
The party heals them up again, and then Vox (less cheerfully) catalogs the statues. However, he cannot really tell the difference between them, but Ophiuchus happily starts detailing the difference between the angels, archons, and agathions, as distinguished by their features, and their glaring lack of duck heraldry.
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"I thought Arturo and Strong Brute always went first..." Jaender thinks to himself as the group moves into the long room.
The little wayang admires the scales for a moment, and doesn't actually put them away, chosing instead to hold on to them. Slapping his forehead in a "duh" moment, he pulls out his wand of mage armor and casts the spell on himself, then on Einhardt as is usual, then puts the wand back away.
As he finishes up, he watches Poochie use the wand on Vox and Einhardt as Arturo continues to check the room for more traps. Jaender peers over their shoulders to look for anything that might be more obvious in the long, dimly lit room.
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In the hallway, Ophiuchus looks at the different statues, each representing all that is good, holy in the world. For one of the few times in his life, the najagi has lost his ability to speak. Turning slowly in a circle, he all of a sudden exhales in a loud burst, unaware that he was holding his breath the entire time.
As Vox moves about, making rubbings of the statues, Ophiuchus sits cross-legged in the center of the room, silently meditating on the good that is emanating from the perceived great deeds these good outsiders completed.
Turing to Roundi, he whispers, "I pray that one day I too might do mighty deeds and people would remember me so fondly that they would erect a statue of me. That I might do that much good, that I might make so many people's lives better, that they would feel the need to honor me so. Ahh, how wonderful. Just make sure they build it by a pond so the ducks might have a place to rest from their long journeys."
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"Let's not waste too much time getting rubbings just yet, friends," suggests Arturo, "Not while deadly peril may await us. We need to make sure this place is safe for its inhabitants, and then make sure that Dakang faces justice. There should be plenty of time after that for rubbing sarcophagi and statues."
That said, Arturo moves close to where Vox and Einhardt were accosted by the statues and tries to figure out what trap mechanism they set of when they entered the room, and specifically how to disable it.