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They seem like badly injured farmers to you . As they draw closer, Kelgan and Ceara can see clearly that if they're not dead, they ought to be. The smell is horrible and their wounds clearly deadly. Their blind eyes face directly to the front, ignoring everything.
"I would normally recommend that we avoid jumping to conclusions, but since the weak are protecting the strong, rather than the reverse, that leads me to believe this armored person is not of a gentle persuasion. Ready arms!"
Kelgan walks out from the doorway and calmly walks into the middle of the hall. "At least one of you look like you can put up a decent fight."
The shadowy Ceara slips deeper into the room, though not closer to the creatures.
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Suprise round Target the nearist as my quarry and shot two arrows at it.
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Edit: first arrow was a crit, crit dice total damage = 34hp.
Brujo dashes to cover the other entrance "I swear one day we'll talk ourselves outta a situation instead of doing this"
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I may not be around to post my normal action. My med appointments start tomorrow. Would it be okay to post my actions early?
Thunder detonates around the hall and as the noise dies away, you see that the ranks have been thinned considerably. Some of the dead farmers simply explode, but among the still shambling, you see a couple with a light of intelligence in their blind eyes.
One of them advances on Kelgan, the slack face twisting and shaping into a facsimile of the half-orcs features as it reaches towards him. Kelgan's strength stands him in good stead however, and the creature can't overcome him so easily.
Brujo dashes to cover the other entrance "I swear one day we'll talk ourselves outta a situation instead of doing this"
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"Guess I better work on thinning out the rest of'em" Brujo's form flashes and reappears at the head of the things.
Twirling Harrakk's dagger in his hand he grins at the approaching enemies, "Nothing personal just want to finish this quick"
"I defy all laws and transcend reason. I call on the power of destruction... " The dagger flies at the horde and erupts into a jet of blue-green flames.
Brujo steps back from the flames as the dagger reforms in his hand
More rational than he's been for many weeks, Brujo leaps into the hallway and flings his dagger. As it leaves his hand, it erupts, burning Z1 to ash instantly and melting into the armoured figure at the centre of the oncoming group. Slicing past the other targets without harming them, the blade re-forms in his hand.
"Kel, if you want to wait there, I can bring some targets to you." Hobbes says with a smile.
Holding turn until after hobbs.
"Bring em in hobbs."
The armoured figure stows its battleaxe, draws its longbow, and fires an arrow at Brujo. There is a sickening thud as the arrow strikes home.
"Fresh meat," it husks as it takes in the sight of the oncoming companions.
The undead farmers surrounding him turn sightlessly and howl eagerly.
"You! Coward with the bow! Come over here and put that armor to use!", yells Kelgan as he attempts to stab himself and grab onto his arm.
Kelgan's attempt to grasp the skintaker just fails, but his move provides enough of a distraction for Perigia's fireball to obliterate two more of the walking dead and bloody the central, armoured figure.
"I may be able to help in that regard," Erik says to Hobbes as he also prepares to bring some enemies into the range of Kel's bow.
Erik's insults stick in his craw as he sees the advancing horde at closer quarters. There is something truly obscene about the sight of innocent farmhands turned to undead hunger merely for sport.
"This should really tick them off." Hobbes says as he summons a freezy orb and launches it directly on the armored foe.
Hobbes moves up next to Perigia and says to the creature, "Come on, then, I don't have all frickin' day here. Show me what you've got, farmer man." He says with a smirk as he holds his dagger out at him.
Hobbes impatiently sends a blast of cold so ferocious that it obliterates another of the walking dead. The commander stays upright, but the brutality of the attacks is clearly telling.
"Hey, you! You lousy walking skin-bag! Come here! I got something for you, miserable scumhook!" Hobbes yells at the zombie-like creature in front of him.
The former farmer reaches greedily for Brujo, raking hideously stained fingernails across his abdomen and proves unable to bypass the swordmage's armour.
There is a yawn from the shadows and then Ceara is no longer a shadow, and seems to be having some fun, though, perhaps only she will find it fun. The woman appears human now, but her skin is extra pallid, her eyes an almost dead looking shade of gray. Yes, she's looking like a zombie, except not dead!
Moaning "Brains, Brains..." as her hand comes forward, darts fly from it at one of the real zombies.
Ceara's sudden appearance and attack are too much for Z9 who collapses back into merciful (and hopefully) permanent death.
One of the remaining farmers moves greedily to Brujo, suddenly seeming more of a threat as its limbs gain the hue of life. The moonelf finds himself staring at an exact copy of himself.
The second identity thief reaches towards Kelgan again, hoping to take his form. This time, it succeeds and sidles away, back to the wall.
"I'm sorry, Kel. Apparently, I did it too much and they all got scared of me. Well, the ones left, anyway. If you don't get down off that and find a target, you're going to miss this fight. Such as it is." Hobbes says as he sighs.
He looks over at Perigia at asks, "So who did you study magic with? How old were you went you started?" Hobbes smiles at her confusion. "I figure, since the monsters are not interested in "playing" with us, we should use this extra time to get to know one another better."
"Cute trick, but I've seen better." The air around Brujo begins to disrupt. What looks to be sharp spikes form around him.
"Tell me how you like this"
The Brujo-shape screams as the attack lands, but with a gesture identical to the moonelfs, hurls spikes back at his tormentor.
The armoured commander sends another arrow flying towards Brujo.
Kelgan ignores his doppelganger as he runs past it to attack the armored man.
Kelgan lunges at his retreating other self and misses.
Kelgan lunges at his retreating other self and misses.
Kelgan sprints down the hall ignoring all distractions and clouts the armoured commander hard. Thick blood flows over the floor adding to the mess as the creature starts to collapse on itself.
"Keh, looks like you had more trip eh?" Brujo grabs at his bleeding side and stares down his evil twin.
Kel hops down from his perch and moves to D15 and targets Br with his shots (using earlier rolls).
attack ST1.
Erik realizes his healing melodies may be needed closer to the fray and moves to join the others in melee, his songblade carving intricate words of arcana devastation in the air to lead the way.
Kel drops from the crumbling angel and darts into the corridor, sending plumed doom towards the pseudo-Brujo.
"My aunt was a wizard in Waterdeep," Perigia says to Hobbes. "I became her apprentice when I was twelve. Although she never talked about her own apprenticeship, there were rumors that she had studied under Elminster the ancient." As Perigia speaks she sends another spell at the undead.
Perigia's concussive sound blasts mingle with Erik's harmonics as the armoured commander simply shakes apart under the onslaught.
"The Old Sage? Wow, that's some pedigree. Well, my old masters were taught by the Simbul or rather they were taught by those were taught by the Simbul. Magic-users in Aglarond are rare. If you are found with the "gift", they take you from your home and teach you at the Palace. Excuse me a second." Hobbes looks back at the battlefield and selects a target. "Kelgan, I am going to blast your dancing partner! Watch yourself." He quickly chants in Draconic and unleashes a green glowing orb from his hand.
Hobbes looks a little surprised by the effectiveness of his own spell and turns back to Perigia.
"Wow, that was pretty good. (If I do say so myself) So my childhood was an interesting one. Living at the palace, learning about my powers, and also learning history, math, logic, and manners. Yes, I had an actual class in manners. Was your aunt gensai as well and if so, did she also manifest fire?"
There is an unpleasant sizzling sound as Hobbes absently melts Brujo's lookalike down to its component parts.