Round 12:
Well, at least they're off the Crow. I'm forgetting something...ah! Of course! Windle subvocalizes to Mireza, "I can't tell if Grigor's still alive, but Myre is up and I have three zombies coming my way."
The inquisitor retreats at the zombie's advance and attempts to put the creature to rest again with divine power.
Mireza hisses in annoyance as Valiard's and Windle's reports whisper in her ear. Foolish Crow. Eager to announce himself and march straight toward the face of his enemy, as if his honor were an infallible shield. She looks longingly toward the interior of the building, so near through the torn-open door but death to reach across the grasping tentacles. The young priest is nearer than I. Young priest, the Crow may be dead. Old priest, if the undead are coming after you, try to draw them back toward the front doors; that will be the way I am coming in. Lowering her crossbow and letting the bolt fall away, she runs for the southwestern corner of the factory.
Iozef sighs at Mireza's message. "Why am I not surprised? Nearly there. Will see to him as soon as I can. If he's not dead, he'll be fine if the rest of us manage to survive." He whispers back in a matter of fact tone.
Round 12: The Detailed Citizens of Carrion Hill
Iozef continues on his way back inside the building.
Valiard continues his way along the wall. Creeping along until he reaches the edge of the tentacle spell. Seeing the still form of Grigor in a crumpled Valiard's eyes widen, and he breathes to Mireza. "Grigor is down. I can't tell if he is alive or not...I would guess that the zombies killed him though."
Well, at least they're off the Crow. I'm forgetting something...ah! Of course! Windle subvocalizes to Mireza, "I can't tell if Grigor's still alive, but Myre is up and I have three zombies coming my way."
The inquisitor retreats at the zombie's advance and attempts to put the creature to rest again with divine power. The zombie crumbles, “lifeless”, to the floor and slips in the boiling vat with a sizzling sound.
Mireza hisses in annoyance as Valiard's and Windle's reports whisper in her ear. Foolish Crow. Eager to announce himself and march straight toward the face of his enemy, as if his honor were an infallible shield. She looks longingly toward the interior of the building, so near through the torn-open door but death to reach across the grasping tentacles. The young priest is nearer than I. Young priest, the Crow may be dead. Old priest, if the undead are coming after you, try to draw them back toward the front doors; that will be the way I am coming in. Lowering her crossbow and letting the bolt fall away, she runs for the southwestern corner of the factory.
Iozef sighs at Mireza's message. "Why am I not surprised? Nearly there. Will see to him as soon as I can. If he's not dead, he'll be fine if the rest of us manage to survive." He whispers back in a matter of fact tone.
Round 12: Myre and his Zombies
Myre cackles: ”What!? someone ordered fresh food? You don’t get it, do you?! Fine, let’s have lunch then!”The zombies move to reposition themselves.
Seeing the zombie blocking his way, Iozef rolls his eyes. "Not surprised. Looks as if it might be a bit before I'm able to get to Mr. Vachkov. Better improve my defenses a bit."
Round 13:
Windle retreats again as the zombie approaches*. He internally whispers to Mireza, "The zombies aren't slipping; they may have special shoes. Should you have the opportunity, there is one body outside the vat floor." Then he blasts the closest zombie with divine power, burning almost completely through its torso.
The nauseating fumes make Valiard's head swim as he leans over the vat, looking for a way past it, and the tentacles.
I can't get past here! I need to do something though...
Frustrated, gagging and exhausted by the enervating magic that struck him, Valiard backtracks down the walkway.
In a brief flash of anger, Valiard launches a dagger at the nearest zombie, the flat blade spinning toward the undead menace.
Mireza ducks in the front doors of the middenstone factory, is overwhelmed by the sickening smell, and ducks back out again.
Round 13: The Detailed Citizens of Carrion Hill
Seeing the zombie blocking his way, Iozef rolls his eyes. "Not surprised. Looks as if it might be a bit before I'm able to get to Mr. Vachkov. Better improve my defenses a bit." He then casts a protective spell before moving forward.
Windle retreats again as the zombie approaches. He internally whispers to Mireza, "The zombies aren't slipping; they may have special shoes. Should you have the opportunity, there is one body outside the vat floor." Then he blasts the closest zombie with divine power, burning almost completely through its torso, but failing to bring it down.
The nauseating fumes make Valiard's head swim as he leans over the vat, looking for a way past it, and the tentacles. I can't get past here! I need to do something though...
Frustrated, gagging and exhausted by the enervating magic that struck him, Valiard backtracks down the walkway. In a brief flash of anger, Valiard launches a dagger at the nearest zombie, the flat blade spinning toward the undead menace.
The blade sinks in and the zombie falls backward, with a great splash, in the boiling vat. This draws Myre’s attention as he winces in anger...
Round 13: Myre and his Zombies
Hand still glowing with eldritch energy summoned earlier, Myre’s eyes are filled with hatred: ”You’re standing in the way of the great men of this forsaken city! Begone, let me harness the power beyond the stars and become a vassal to Yog-Sothoth!!! Do this or...” He walks down the stairs and approaches Grigor: ”This Crow flies to Hell!” His glowing hand stand above the ranger’s unconscious body.
The zombies seem frozen in place, as though Myre is not keeping his grip on them.
Round 14:
Windle begins to move back the way he had come, but slips and falls.
Iozef is now irritated. "You are a fool, Mr. Myre! This 'power' you wish to harness will never be yours! This thing you and your cohorts have managed to call forth is coming for you! So regardless of whether you manage to destroy us or we you, your death is far nearer than you realize!"
Exposed to Myre's ire, Valiard swiftly moves back to the far end of the building, up the stairs and behind the wall. Valiard skids to a stop as soon as he reaches the little room, his heart pounding in his chest and an itch between his shoulder blades where he could almost feel Myre's eyes burning into his skin.
Mireza steps to the foot of the short flight of stairs and fixes her eyes on the crazed man. "Now Mr. Myre," she croons, "there's no call for violence. ."
Myre seems to loose his train of thought. He's visibly exhausted from the fight and the wounds sustained. "All this... nonsense..."
He looks up at the retreating heroes: "You would all fall back, for this man's life? Who's he to you? From what you've said Windle, it seems you know what I've been up to these last few weeks. So you probably know what my fate should be. I expected the beast to show up and to best it, but you've brought me to my last tricks... I'm a dead man."
The zombies are hovering in place, standing but lifeless.
Whatever you do, don't attack him, Mireza's voice sounds in everyone's ears. We have less than half a minute. Try to get to the Crow, but do so gently. Old priest, he might listen to you. Reason with him; tell him we'll try to protect him from the beast.
Mireza retains concentration on her spell, keeping her eyes locked on Myre and humming a soothing song.
Seeing no way past the zombie, Iozef is forced to go the long way around towards Windle.
Round 15:
Windle stands up slowly, then continues to move towards Grigor, still holding his bow in one hand, but keeping it unthreatening. He internally whispers to Mireza, That may not be possible...but we can try.
The inquisitor tries to calm down as he speaks. "I only learned of it today, and few others know. This side of the Boneyard, there's always a chance to turn away from an ill path."
Valiard draws another dagger, from his boot this time, then moves back into the shadows, working his way along the western wall, picking his way cautiously across the slick surface.
Valiard keeps his eye on Myre, the blade of the dagger held loosly in his hand, ready to throw in an instant.
Round 15: The Detailed Citizens of Carrion Hill
Whatever you do, don't attack him, Mireza's voice sounds in everyone's ears. We have less than half a minute. Try to get to the Crow, but do so gently. Old priest, he might listen to you. Reason with him; tell him we'll try to protect him from the beast.
Mireza retains concentration on her spell, keeping her eyes locked on Myre and humming a soothing song.
Seeing no way past the zombie, Iozef is forced to go the long way around towards Windle.
Windle stands up slowly, then continues to move towards Grigor, still holding his bow in one hand, but keeping it unthreatening. He internally whispers to Mireza, That may not be possible...but we can try.
The inquisitor tries to calm down as he speaks. "I only learned of it today, and few others know. This side of the Boneyard, there's always a chance to turn away from an ill path."
Valiard draws another dagger, from his boot this time, then moves back into the shadows, working his way along the western wall, picking his way cautiously across the slick surface.
Valiard keeps his eye on Myre, the blade of the dagger held loosely in his hand, ready to throw in an instant.
Round 15: Myre and his Zombies
The deadly black tentacles recede slowly in the floor, leaving carnage in their silent wake.
Hand still hovering over the limp body of Grigor, Myre turns to Windle: ”Could it be old friend? It seems my fate is sealed... Only choice I have now, is by whose hand!”
Iozef realizing he's now in range of the near dead Grigor, Yes, your fate IS sealed. What you do not realize is, it is by your OWN hand that has brought us to this point. Fool. Iozef then calls upon Pharasma's healing power.
Round 16:
Despite being unwounded, Windle feels the healing power flowing forth from Iozef. Good for him. Let's see what the Crow can do. He waits, unmoving, for any hint of motion from Grigor or a thrown dagger from Valiard--anything that draws Myre's attention for even a blink.
Crow, Mireza messages as Grigor stirs, move away from him slowly.
(Will Save)
Still on his side from where he had fallen, and moving sluggishly, Grigor carefully reaches out for his fallen blades and then gathers his wieght, preparing to stand.
Valiard sticks to the shadows, hiding near the stairs and waiting for an opportunity to act.
Stealth
Myre seems too preoccupied with the environment to notice Grigor resuming his grip on both his swords. The arcane blue light emanating from his threatening hand casts dark dancing shadows over the walls as it skids over the boiling middenstone in the vats.
"The Spawn can offer great power, Hyve was right about that! What he didn't get though, was that it needed to feed to get stronger... Feed on its summoners!!! I can best it though, I know I can, and then... Then!"
His free hand moves to look for a potion on his belt.
Seeing Windle shoot, Valiard thinks Damn it...this isn't going to be fun... glances at the unmoving zombies, then back to Myre's unprotected back. Well I did want excitement...perhaps next time I will be a bit more specific when I ask the gods for somthing. Valiard grins wickedly as he flips back his cloak and and whips the knife from his hand at Myre's back in a back handed fling.
The moment that his fingertips release the blade, Valiard turns towards the door and moves as quickly as he can for its' safety, sensing that the crushing arms of the zombies and Myre's magical ire are only moments away from reaching out and snuffing his life's candle.