Perception:
Knowledge-Nature:
percep
All but Hassan (and Mel off on the edges of the clearing) can hear the telltale sounds of movement in the tent. Fjori and Ajani can hear the soft sound of whispers exchanged by multiple inhabitants.
Fjori
Ajani
Quillin
Mel
Bart
Hassan
Hearing voices within the 'Big Top', Quillin begins calling a little back up.
Sorry....
Fjori prepares his cutlass and boarding ax for whatever might be coming out of the tent.
"Ware!! The tent stinks of death. Ready your weapons. The gods only know what happened in there!!"
"Worse than death, I am afraid! It reeks of UNdeath! Ware, my friends! Something foul lay within!" he warns, brandishing his club and taking up a position towards the back of the group.
Hassan grits himself for the worst, and scans about himself, ready to strike any other undead that may emerge from the surrounding jungle.
"Undead..oh that just makes the day complete doesn't it.."
Mel readies herself to fire at the first target off opportunity
Moving forward slowly, weapons at the ready, Fjori throws open the flap of the tent to reveal to all what lay within.
Fjori moves to the ten't opening and throws back the flap with his weapons. Inside three women, their flesh a sick mixture of pale white and rotted green, slavishly chew upon the body of none other than Fipps Chumlet. The scene is grotesque as blood and ichor cover the women, dressed in worn "finery" of the sort worn by classic whores docks the world over. The overly large Fipps has had large chunks taken from him but thankfully seems dead.
The women turn to Fjori and utter a sort of gurgle hiss. Thier jaws each seem distended ad their tongues are now overly long and engorged. Their teeth are mottled black and yellow just like their eyes. They rise from the body and his again but do not exit the tent, only instead look torn between leaving their meal and killing the intruder.
Meanwhile outside the rest of you wait for the worst while the soft murmur of casting can be heard from Quillin as he works his spell.
Fjori
Ajani
Quillin
WRETCHED HARLOTS
Mel
Bart
Hassan
Fjori tries to lure the creature out of the tent into the open so everyone can help destroy them.
"Hey you! You diseased doxy!! Over here! Tasty big Nord just waiting for ya!! Come on!"
The stub of candle in Quillin's hand suddenly bursts into flame and a startled Smudge hastily flaps up to a branch overhead. The gnome flicks the flame off toward the tent and it continues growing to form a small fiery ape that leaps onto the tent trying to set it alight.
AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 14 (+1 Dex, +1 dodge, +3 natural, +1 size)
hp 11 (2d10)
Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +0
Immune elemental traits, fire
Weaknesses vulnerability to cold
The smiling gnome then spits a glob of phlegm into his palm ready to acid dart any trouble that appears.
Ajani recoils in disgust at the sight of what lay in the tent, lifting his club in a defensive posture while sidling up a bit. He doesn't attempt to cast a spell just yet, knowing that he's already used one of his higher-level spells and wanting to conserve the other.
"Oh Undead Legs o' Mutton..today just gets better and better" Mel mutters to herself
Fjori screams at the ghoulish figures and backs away, weapons in hand, hoping to lure them out into the open air of the clearing. The women hiss at the Nord as he calls at them.
Quillin, off to the side a number of paces, finishes his casting and directs the suddenly appearing ape of fire onto the tent. The dirty canvas sputters and smokes as the ape tears at the covering but it does not fully light. The tactic does seem promising however.
Ajani recoils and moves forward into the same space that Fjori now occupies, shoulder to shoulder the two allies prepare for the sick creatures to emerge.
One of the women, the smallest, pops its head out of the tent. Seeing the arrayed threat and the creature of fire it lets out a ghastly wail but does not come out of the tent entirely, nor do the two other "women".
Mel
Bart
Hassan...
Seeing the head of one of the ghouls pop out of the tent, Hassan fires off a Magic Missile, which shrieks towards the undead monster.
Mel snaps off a shot at the Ghoulish Harlot catching her right between the eyes
Light X-bow
Critical confirm
Damage
The young Rogue grins as she respans her weapon and fits a fresh bolt.
Galring from the entry way the lead harlot hisses at the group. The sound becomes a shocked cry/sputter as a bolt lodges itself firmly in the ghoul's trachea. Swaying on its feet, obviously fighting to maintain its undead life, the ghoul ends as the fast crackling sound of energy missiles end the creature as they firmly lodge into the thing's face.
Landing with a gasp the body almost seem to shiver on last time before its clear the creature is ended. Obviously stunned the other two ghouls wail but fail to act.
If any are near, Fjori will attack with his cutlass and axe.
Otherwise he will wait until they come into range
Quillin cackles as his 'burnobo' leaps up and down on the old tent trying to tear or burn its way through.
After seeing his companions make relatively quick work of the first ghoul, Ajani decides to maintain a standoff-ish posture, but rather than going total defense, he holds his ground and readies an action to attack anything that gets within range of his club.
(Ajani)
Fjori
The two ghouls come screaming out of the tent as the "burnobo" continues to hoot, holler, and scream as it tears at the dinghy canvas and causes the fabric to burn and flame.
Charging at Ajani and Fjori the ghoulish harlots split to each take on the druid and warrior. Fjori lands a solid blow with his cutlass but his axe blow is turned aside as the harlot sinks her jagged blackened teeth into the freebooter's arm.
Ajani fights of his harlot easil and prepares to swing his club back in response. [ooc]Ajani resolve your roll then the group can act.
Ajani's club fails to make a solid blow.
Hassan fires a jet of water from his hands, attempting to knock a ghoul to its feet.
Bart moves to slug the nearest "harlot".
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Seeing the ghouls close with her friends Mel drops her crossbow and moves swiftly towards the combat drawing her Sword as she does so. She tries to work behind one of the undead whores.
If attack possible
Damage plus if she can flank
Bart and Mel close on the creatures but Bart finds himself singing wildly against the rotting women. Mel, on the other hand, maneuvers in an arc and finds herself on the other side of Ajani's foe and lands a stinging strike that obviously angers her opponent.
Hassan attempts to knock one of the creature on its feet but finds that the whirling melee presents few chances to strike a target. The wave of water fails to strike anything.
As the fight continues it is obvious that though he is standing, Fjori seems to be locked in place, his muscles taut but unmoving.
Ajani takes another swing at the hag in front of him, hoping that a follow-up strike will be more successful than his initial attempt.
hp 11 (2d10)
Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +0
Immune elemental traits, fire
Weaknesses vulnerability to cold
OFFENSE
Speed 50 ft.
Melee slam +4 (1d4 plus burn)
Special Attacks burn (1d4, DC 11)
The fiery ape-like elemental leaps off the tent and slashes at the tattered whore.
slam
burn + burn (Ref DC 11)
Meanwhile, Quillin finds a good angle and slings some acid at the horrible harlots.
acid orb
damage
crit?
Hassan fires a jet of water from his hands, attempting to knock a ghoul to its feet .
Fjori does a great imitation of garden stationary.
Ajani swing his cudgel but lands only a glancing blow as he struggles to fight against the slathering ghoul.
Quillin sees progress as he and his "burnobo" harry the other harlot attacking Fjori with acid and flaming fists. Though the fiery ape lands its blows, the ghoul fails to catch on fire.
Harried on all fronts the ghouls keep to their instincts and try to further inflict damage against the creatures violating their home.
Mel
Looking to further press its advantage the ghoul on Fjori ignores the Chelaxian and the burning ape. The chaos proves too much however as the ghoul fails to penetrate what little armor Fjori wears despite the fact he is paralyzed!!!
Meanwhile the second harlot turns its attention to Mel seeing little threat from the Vanara druid. This change in tactics proves to be folly as the ghoul is unable to land a single blow against the swift footed duelist.
Hassan continues to just make everyone wet as he sprays water everywhere, continuing to miss his targets.
Mel Bart then Fjori, Ajani and Quillin
Mel lunges at the Harlot hoping to end the combat quickly.
Damage
"Hee-hee! Over here waterboy, I forgot to wash behind my ears." Quillin laughs hysterically as Hassan continues wildly spraying water everywhere, but at the ghouls.
"Man the lifeboats!" Smudge joins in from a relatively dry branch.
The sizzling simian dances about to avoid the water as it leaps once more at ghoulish girls and then pops out of existence.
slam
damage + burn (Ref DC 11)
Suddenly being released from his paralysis, Fjori swings his weapons at the nearest ghoul.
Bart continues his attempt to pummel the undead wench.
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"Apologies, master gnome. It is most difficult at times to navigate around your rotund backside," says Hassan in a piqued tone.
Pummeling, chopping, burning ape slams and pointed sword thrusts are all take on by the ghoulish women as they undead forms are battered into the dirt. A few seconds of concentrated fury from the grous leaves the lot of you standing in the stench of the now dead undead, and their burning charnel house of a tent that is now firmly on fire.
Ajani huffs out a breath as the party stands victorious over the freshly-re-dead undead, looking to the others. "Congratulations to you all, my friends! A fight well-fought...no thanks to me, I'm afraid. I might as well have been asleep for all the good I did."
"Hey Hassan, you think you can hit the tent? It appears to be burning."
"Easily solved, my friend," says the sorcerer, waving his hands majestically. He casts Create Water, producing a small but powerful rainburst over the crackling tent... and Quillin.
"Oh, most humble apologies master gnome. I am most clumsy it seems, when in the presence of such horrid creatures."
Quillin gives Hassan a sour look as he beats his tricorne against the tree to knock off the water. He then snaps his fingers and passes two fingers across his eyes to survey the scene for magical emanations.
Mel's nose wrinkles "Well at least the flames have finshed the stench..mind you the smell of roasting corpses isn't much better.."
Nothing stands out on the two that charged the group but the harlot that still smokes from the newly doused fire has a ring that glows with magical energy. Additionally the barest sliver of light seems to be coming from a spot at the base of the pile of bodies, it would seem that there might be some treasure buried amongst the corpses.