Korriban shrugs at Teodor's sarcasm. "Hey, I'm just suggesting. It's not like I was going to do it anyway. Knowing our luck, it probably wouldn't have worked anyways." He then flips the dagger and sheathes it.
Gadriel stares at the corpse for a few minutes, then looks up. "Abu sees darkness and undeath cast in the body here. Good energy would drive it out, but we have no more sweet spells left..."
Diamon, hearing the information relayed from Gadriel, sheathes his weapon and presses his hands together. Muttering a prayer to his fingertips as his hands are enveloped in a golden glow. He presses his palms to the wriggling body as the energy flows into it, eventually coming to a halt once more. Leaning back up, he turned, the bags under his eyes a little more pronounced and his eyes looking a bit more dim. "There, that outta do it. Collect it and let's keep movin'."
Gadriel nods her head. "We see no more necromancy lingering." Gadriel will pick up the macabre body part and put the arm through the straps on her pack.
With the now quiescent torso in hand, you seem to have all of Gaekhen's body except for one arm...
Korriban sighs in relief. "Okay. All we need is the other arm." He then groans. "Which is most likely in that boarded up room. This is not going to be fun. Let's just get the arm, the loot, and the prisoners and get out of here. I really need a rest... and a bath." He turns to Diamon. "You still going to throw that holy water at me?"
"Abu agrees. All need rest, Korriban needs bath. We worry though, what may return or await if we leave and come again. Abu is tired too."
Somewhat apprehensively, you all return to the southern room you passed earlier with the boarded-over door. You don't hear anything, but then, the whole place seems eerily quiet now that you know you've been through everything. Tiora and her companions seem to have made it out ok...
The door is kept nailed shut by a number of stout planks. Someone sufficiently strong might be able to bull through it, or you could pry the planks off one by one.
Korriban looks at the boarded up door. He then turns to the others. "Should we start pulling planks or does anyone have any other ideas?"
Standing in front of the boarded-up door, Diamon produces a crowbar for Korriban to use, while he draws his lucern hammer, using the hooked end to help pry and jimmy. "Nope. Savin' my last trick for when it's really needed. Not burnin' it on a boarded door."
"The Lord sayeth All Must End. We end this tonight."
Korriban takes the crowbar from Diamon and works on removing the boards.
Korriban makes quick work of the boards, working hastily since the caverns now seem to be empty. After clearing away the boards, the party slowly cracks the door open.
As the leader cracks the door open, a nauseating stench rolls out, washing over the party. Korriban and Teodor both stagger back, practically retching, though the others maintain their composure. As the door swings open, you see some monstrosity stitched together of flesh come barreling out the door. It's still swinging a severed arm from one hand, and it lets out a guttural howl as it leaps forward!
COMBAT: ROUND ONE!
The more martial characters, fortunately, are able to respond quickly to the creature's assault!
Initiative
Korriban, Adoros, and Diamon <---
Foe
Gadriel, Teodor
Korriban is sent reeling as the stench hits him. "Oh, man! That's just sick! What did they store in here?!" He then sees the giant... thing. "Oh. That explains it." Being one of the most damage, he moves back, trying to get out of the way and away of the smell. "Giant thing! Heads up!"
After recovering from the wave of nausea that passed over him, Diamon laid eyes on what was on the other side of the door. A huge living... thing, patched together from parts of the deceased. A sudden surge of anger gripped the Dwarf, his eyes seeming to flash with a pale gold light, as he bellowed a challenge at the monster and stormed in, flinging his polearm away for his deity's weapon; The Falchion. He slashed brutally across the creature's middle, then once more at its limbs, hewing several arms from its shambling corpse. Wrenching the weapon free, he leveled his gaze at the abomination, appearing as though he were ten feet tall and glaring down at the stitched-together creation.
CHARGE!:
CRIT CONFIRM:
Damage:
As Korriban steps back and dodges to one side, Diamon charges forward, his blade flashing through the air and hewing huge chunks out of the stinking aberration's flesh. It bellows in rage and pain!
Foe: HP: 19/42 | AC/T/FF: 17/11/16 | Fort: +1 Ref: +2 Will: +1 | CMD: 18 | DR 5/bludgeoning or slashing
COMBAT: ROUND ONE (cont'd)
Adoros steps forward as Diamon swings his falchion into the abomination's side and curses as he realizes that he won't be able to get into place to use his sword or morningstar. Swinging his musket up to his shoulder (despite the fact that it's broken) he takes careful aim at the foe and a loud report echoes thunderously in the narrow hallway. Sadly, the broken weapon jerks to one side as it fires, and the bullet merely blows a chip out of the ceiling above the towering monstrosity.
The stitched-together corpses let out a bellow and slam two meaty...should-be-hands into Diamon. The dwarf is caught unawares, distracted by the gunshot, and is brutally pummeled by the foe!
Gadriel scampers up onto the slab, looking over the dwarf's shoulder at the creature. Abu's eyes glow black again while a low growl comes from the tiny animal's mouth.
Diamon topples to the ground, eyes rolling back in his head!
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COMBAT: ROUND TWO!
As Diamon crumples, Korriban and Adoros see the opportunity to act! The creature flinches back from Abu's growl, but then regathers its courage and bellows. It's a somewhat less intimidating bellow than it was before...
Foe: HP: 19/42 | AC/T/FF: 17/11/16 | Fort: +1 Ref: +2 Will: +1 | CMD: 18 | DR 5/bludgeoning or slashing
Korriban draws his light crossbow, loads it, and moves over slightly. "Diamon needs healing! Anyone have anything left?!"
"I--BLEUGHUHHH--do, but--BLEEEAAAAAAARRRGHHHHuhhhh--busy yakkin'--GLOOOOOOOOOOOORFFFFFF--at the mo'."
Fort save:
Diamon felt his blood flow from that last, heroic, stupid charge of his. Even as he fell, he could feel the protective strength of the Earth keep him in this world. He could feel the flow of warm life essence ebb, but he was in no condition to fight. He could only hope his allies could finish what he started.
ROUND TWO (cont'd)
Adoros steps forward as Diamon falls, straddling his downed friend and drawing his massive greatsword as he moves. The blade flashes, and the beast roads as Adoros carves out a chunk of its stomach. It lunges forward and, picking the knight up, punches him with his off-hand and then throws him into a wall. As Adoros staggers, the beast bellows its defiance!
Gadriel stays atop the table and breaks out into an odd laugh while Abu glares harshly at the mismatched creature.
As Abu's eyes glow, a black cloud surrounds the monster. Roaring, it suddenly seems off-balance and bumps into the wall.
As the creature staggers, Teodor manages to completely void his gut and then straightens up, wiping his lips. Seeing Diamon lying, barely breathing, he inhales sharply. "Oh no. My my, no. No indeed." Raising the symbol of Groetus high, he floods the room with a pearly light that makes everyone feel slightly nauseous, but also quickly closes their wounds.
ROUND THREE!
Korriban sees the big thing. He aims his crossbow at it and fires!
He curses as his shot misses. "This isn't working! We need to spread out!" He then reloads the crossbow.
Adoros sways from the brutal thrashing is on the receiving end of as he lifts his greatsword again as he calls over his shoulder, "Everyone fall back and I'll lure him into a killing zone."
ROUND THREE (cont'd)!
As Korriban's crossbow shot goes wide and Adoros takes up a defensive stance, Diamon comes to. Scrambling to his feet, he backs carefully out of the hallway, leaving Adoros room to retreat.
The creature, meanwhile, bellows and swings his meaty fists at Adoros. But it seems addled by the curse Abu and Gadriel placed on it, and its swings are well wide of the nimbly dodging cavalier.
Foe: HP: 19/42 | AC/T/FF: 17/11/16 | Fort: +1 Ref: +2 Will: +1 | CMD: 18 | DR 5/bludgeoning or slashing
ROUND FOUR!
Abu chitters, and Gadriel glares at the creature. She continues to laugh as Teodor unleashes a burst of healing energy on the party.
Foe: HP: 19/42 | AC/T/FF: 15/9/14 | Fort: +1 Ref: +2 Will: +1 | CMD: 18 | DR 5/bludgeoning or slashing
Evil Eye (Attacks): 3/8
Misfortune: 2/7
Evil Eye (AC): 1/8
Korriban heeds Adoros's words. "Move back! Move back!" He moves back, going over the table. He tries to take another shot at the monster.
Adoros continues to trade blows with the monstrosity defensively while backing up slowly, five feet at a time to draw the enemy out of the room.
ROUND FOUR (cont'd)
As Korriban's shot goes wide, Adoros backs up the corridor, keeping the abomination back with wide, defensive swipes of his sword. Diamon steps up to the edge of the hallway and, pulling out his hammer, takes a swing at it as it advances, but the angle around the wall is just too awkward.
The creature continues to advance, flailing wildly at Adoros, but its balance is all off thanks to Gadriel's hex...
Evil Eye (Attacks): 3/8
Misfortune: 2/7
Evil Eye (AC): 1/8
Teodor continues channeling
ROUND FIVE
As Teodor continues to spread the blessings of Groetus, Gadriel continues to hex the unfortunate monstrosity...
Foe: HP: 19/42 | AC/T/FF: 15/9/14 | Fort: +1 Ref: +2 Will: +1 | CMD: 18 | DR 5/bludgeoning or slashing
Evil Eye (Attacks): 4/9
Misfortune: 3/4
Evil Eye (AC): 2/9
Evil Eye (Saves): 1/8
Korriban loads his crossbow again and takes another shot...
that horribly misses. He scowls. "I don't know if you guys know this, but I'm a horrible shot!"
"Yes, I'm aware, hee hee hee!"
Korriban smirks and chuckles. "Good! As long as we're on the same page!"
Adoros continues to backpedal as he weaves his sword at the monster.
"That was terrible! You two are supposed to be good at murder! Am I going to have to do EVERYTHING?"
ROUND FIVE (cont'd)
Adoros continues to retreat before the beast, and Korriban to fire. Diamon takes a step back and another swipe with his hammer, scowling as his desperate lunge goes wide. "Are you sure you're not hexing US, child?!"
It's clear that she's not, however, as the beast lunges forward and Gadriel's eyes glow. A punch that should have taken Adoros's head off goes wide as the creature steps on a wet patch and staggers, screeching in rage.
Evil Eye (Attacks): 4/9
Misfortune: 3/4
Evil Eye (AC): 2/9
Evil Eye (Saves): 1/8
Teodor swings wildly, laughing.
As Adoros continues to pull back, Gadriel hops down from the table to avoid being in range of the foe's meaty fists. Before she does so, she places her hand on Adoros's shoulder and leans in, getting right next to the knight's ear.
"Killitkillitkillitkillitkillit..."
The cavalier feels a new strength surging through him as he turns to face the construct again. Opposite him, Diamon takes a step back and brings his hammer down on the foe, but it just glances off the beast's hide.
Foe: HP: 19/42 | AC/T/FF: 15/9/14 | Fort: +1 Ref: +2 Will: +1 | CMD: 18 | DR 5/bludgeoning or slashing
Evil Eye (Attacks): 4/9
Misfortune: 3/4
Evil Eye (AC): 2/9
Evil Eye (Saves): 1/8
Korriban drops his light crossbow. He then draws his rapier and hops up onto the table, ready for a fight.