Naulun.
We may as well have Elidal, Emmett and Simeon post if they can do a pre-turkey day toast and I'll build it in.
Nalun begins to inspire his allies confidence by singing an old Varisian chant he once heard. And the rain was there...There were many nights...And a few of them, were all that you had dreamed of...Love was the thing...
Emmett barely avoids a fatal blow, but the axe nevertheless scratches him on the brow: "Are you all shooting AROUND it?! Is that your strategy, 'cause it ain't working!!"
Simeon...
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Momentarily distracted by Emmett's complaining, Simeon gathers his wits once more and begins to once again utter the magical consonants...
But once again the moving 'arms' and axe prove too difficult a target for the now growing frustrated wizard.
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Emmett manages to avoid the axe once again. Sweat drips down his brow as he keeps his eyes on it, circling.
Is Simeon trying to get me killed..? he wonders as he witnesses the man miss widely again.
Nalun continues to inspire his allies and he draws a flask of Holy Water and hurls it
The ebb and flow of melee combat means it misses. Still some water splashes up and lands sizzling on the handle.
Elidal looks around the empty balcony but there is nothing there that seems to be of use. She does perceive that the spirit animating the axe does seem to be affected by disrupt undead, holy water and the traditional anti-undead measures.
Steam bursts from the axe as the holy water vial shatters against it.
Emmett, Elidal and Simeon.
"That's it Jaru! That works! Keep at it. I think I figure out how that thing attacks... WHOA! Ok, forget what I said..." bellows Emmett, panting a little as he circles round and round around the axe.
Cursing inwardly as the apparition refused to be dissipated, Simeon wonders if this might be the Lopper and not a random spirit as he had assumed.
Attempting to recall the arcane syllables of his now familiar incantation, Simeon now found the memory of the fading from his mind.
Damnation! I've exceeded my own mental prowess in the activation of this particular dweomer!"
With a small frown, Simeon ponders for a moment what to do...then decides.
Pulling an unspent haunt siphon from his pouch ,he moves forward holding the siphon out towards the ax-wielding ghost.
The spectral arms grasp and snatch at the axe as it drops to the ground... but its efforts are futile and it is sucked into the siphon, which turns red with swirling negative energies.
The axe lies there in the cloud dimmed sunlight.
The axe is exceptionally well made and it appears its edge and appearance is undimmed by time or weather.
An impervious weapon is warded from damage and decay. A metallic weapon cannot rust and a wooden weapon cannot rot or warp, even by magical or supernatural means. An impervious weapon gains double the normal bonus to its hardness and hit points for each point of its enhancement bonus. The break DC for an impervious weapon and the wielder's combat maneuver defense against sunder maneuvers against the impervious weapon each gain a bonus equal to twice the weapon's enhancement bonus.
Deadly: When you use this weapon to deliver a coup de grace, it gains a +4 bonus to damage when calculating the DC of the Fortitude saving throw to see whether the target of the coup de grace dies from the attack. The bonus is not added to the actual damage of the coup de grace attack.
Emmett lets his sword drop, and it clangs loudly as the tip bangs on the floor. His arms weak and shoulders sagging, he turns and sees Simeon, holding the siphon in his hands.
He smiles weakly and says: "T-Thanks..." and looks around for a place to sit and recuperate.
Simeon nods to Emmett then curious, absentmindedly places the infused siphon into his pouch then crouches by the now quiesent ax, gazing at its workmanship....
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Hmmm, a most puissant weapon. It possesses a quality protecting it from decay, and a most keen edge, I think most appropriate for dispatching the helpless and unprotected.
Jaru frowns, but gives Simeon an obliging nod. "Good work, that was certainly a tough spirit to dispel. With the haunt contained within the siphon, the axe should be safe to use. Though a rather grim weapon, it appears quite formidable."
"I think now might be time to retreat for the day. We have accomplished much, but the lower dungeons await tomorrow. We should recuperate and inventory our resources well."
Nalun studies the blade which had gotten his attention. It jars a memory of something he once read, but he cannot think which one.
Fully frightened at his near brush with death, Nalun agrees Yes, a small rest is in order.
You head back - you rest a bit, then eat and prepare to sleep, thime perhaps 9pm.
Then comes the tolling of the great bell of the town, over and over in hurried, almost frantic peals for attention!
Thats the alarm but they only use it for bandits or orcish raids or the like... What the devil!? , Kendra exclaims, puzzled.
Nalun comes down the stairs in a dither By all that is Holy! he says as he looks to see if the Old Man or Tough Girl are present.
"I agree, let us recuperate and return on the morrow Simeon replies to Jaru, gathering up the ax he eyes Emmett and Elidal "Who wishes to utilize this fine weapon?"
After an uneventful, besides normal dreams and nightmares, Simeon wakes with the dawn and peruses his spellbook, replenishing his memory with the necessary incantations.
His head snapping up at the sound of the alarm bells, he snaps his book closed , gathers his gear and meets the other in the main room
Let's see what this is all about, shall we?"
Emmett recuperates after a few minutes, his breathing calms, and he gets up with a grunt.
I'm out of shape!
He eyes Simeon as he offers the axe: "That is a murderer's weapon..." he states, and looks down on the floor.
As they reach the manor, he hesitates for a while.
May be I should head back home..?
A shrug later, he's inside the manor, and does his best to enjoy a glass of warm whiskey, letting the amber liquid roll in his mouth, his feet pointed at the fire in the hearth.
Later, when the alarm rings, his watchman's instinct just takes over. Without a question, he gets up and gets ready. He stops only for a moment on the threshold: "Let's go!!!"
The bell chimes on - warning the citizens of Ravensgro to stay in doors.
Emmett is already charging to the door out and to the temple.
Not sure what to expect, and watching the frailer man struggle with it, he shrugs: "Simeon, hand me that axe! Best to keep it handy!" before heading out.
Jaru just frowns at yet another bell ringing emergency. He shakes his head as the others bolt out the door. "Are we certain that they are locals? You think they would be used to this by now. At least it isn't the middle of the night this time." He sighs loudly following.
Its dark, very dark and a few scattered torches are converging on the temple - some of the menfolk have decided to look into matters.
The dead! They are rising! One of our number was heading there for the evening patrol when he saw movement, the dead climbing from their graves! Father Grimburrow left immediately but I'm not sure what he can do. The Head acolyte went with him... there's dozens of them!, the pharasmite babbles.
The handful of men look concerned and then look to you all for guidance.
What will we do?, one of them asks.
Nalun thinks to himself A fight worthy of song, if only I wasn't so terrified I could write it!
Dozens... thinks Emmett as his body posture changes, summoning any ounce of fight left in him.
He walks slowly, resolute, towards the graveyard: "Yes, the axe will be useful..." he says as he lets its weight settle in his powerful grip.
You hussle down the road towards the Restlands and enter its grounds. At some point a light spell has been cast.
In the shadows cast by the spell you can see considerable movement and in the dim light ahead a figure strives against the hordes while guarding another figure stretched out on the ground.
"The dead never rest, do they? and apparently never will I. My capabilities are fairly spent from the day. I am in need of rest and prayer, but let us see what we can do."
"Hey there! Take courage! We're coming to help!!" bellows Emmett through the darkness ahead, bringing his axe to bear as he barrels resolutely forward.
We're all tired... Pretty soon, we will all rest... he thinks, but tries to push away the thoughts, and the fatigue.
Nalun begins singing a song of bravery and courage in the face of overwhelming odds. Something he picked up that dates back to the Shining Crusade.
Simeon is glad when Emmett takes the axe, it would have unfortunate if it had gone unused.
Hurrying after the soldier, Simeon comments dryly to no one in particular "Is it just me or am I somewhat getting used to all this?"
As he jogs into the Restlands , he pats his belt ensuring his scroll s remained in place.
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The shouts and sounds of combat are coming down the road from your position.
Simeon strides forward behind Elidal, not bothering with trite encouragement for the Acolyte; he was probably doomed.
Pulling a scroll from his belt, he intones the runes inscribed by his own hand, arm outstreched; the brilliant ray illuminating the gravestones surrounding the party for a moment.
Jaru stays with the group calling loudly for Pharasma's blessing for all engaged in the holy work of destroying the undead abominations.
Jaru stays with the group calling loudly for Pharasma's blessing for all engaged in the holy work of destroying the undead abominations.