Suspecting the men were the creature's creators - or at least handlers - Harakhty was torn between defending the chapel and chasing them down. He fell into the first category though.
With guided fury Cyna draws her bow and sends two fiery missiles at the creature.
slowed for 9 rounds
Cyna manages to hit the creature with one arrow which does not seem to do much damage to it. The body of the creature seems to absorb the fire from the arrow. Harakhty's shot flies past the creature as it approaches albeit slowly. You all manage to catch wind of the odious smell coming from the creature.
Fort Saves:
Round 1: Cyna, Harakhty, Creature, Aurelea, Alethiro, Skaar
Reeling from the thing's stink, Skaar falls back and tries to get it together.
Aurelea, chants a spell, stepping in to strike with acid sizzling along Oblivion's surface.
The stink is overwhelming, and though her body resists the nausea, the watering of her eyes and sudden urge to stop breathing lead her strike awry.
Alethiro exclaims, "Dear Gods, that things stench is abysmal." Gripping his new weapon tightly, he moved in front of Cyna to keep her safe.
Aurelea fails to do anything to the creature. Skaar and Alethiro move to more advantageous positions.
Round 2: Cyna (move only), Harakhty, Creature, Aurelea, Alethiro, Skaar
Cyna moves to a better attack position(F7) and tries not to puke.
The creature's smell was foul, but Harakhty had endured numerous odors on the savannahs - manure and rot were common.
He circled about and fired once more.
Harakhty fires and the bolt hits the creature, but it seems to not have taken any damage from his attack. With the bolt sticking out of its chest, it raises its fists to attack Aurelea.
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Round 2: Cyna, Harakhty, Creature, Aurelea, Alethiro, Skaar
Over his bout of weakness, Skaar roars and charges the hideous undead creature with an arm outstretched.
Overcoming the stench, finally, the Elf stepped forward and swung at the, whatever it was.
Aurelea whirls bringing Oblivion around in a vicious slash across the monstrosity.
Aurelea's sword comes across the creature, cutting into its flesh. However, the acid seems to have no effect on it.
slowed for 8 rounds
Alethiro fails to connect, while Skaar rams into the creature with full-force.
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The creature falls to the ground hard.
Round 3: Cyna, Harakhty, Creature, Aurelea, Alethiro, Skaar
That was a fine shot. Weary of wasting time with his bow again, Harakhty dropped it and switched to something he could put some movement behind. After all - the sword cut and clothesline worked fine.
Only managing to rib the folds of loose flesh, the inquisitor found himself ineffective once again.
Cyna fires another two arrows that soar into the fray.
Despite the creature being prone, Cyna manages to pierce it with another arrow. Harakhty moves forward but cannot manage to hit the creature, the scent of the monster pervading his nostrils. The creature attempts to pick itself up from the ground.
Skaar gives the monster a big elbow drop as it climbs to its feet.
The creature slumps to the ground lifeless from Skaar's attack.
Skaar gives the thing one more good kick to make sure it's dead.
Confident that the undead beast is down for the count, the big Orc lumbers towards the burning building, grabs whatever's handy, and tries to help smother the flames.
About half of the roof is currently burning and another quarter is heavily charred. Skaar finds some old blankets in the shed on the side of the chapel. A ladder is propped up near the front door.
Skaar grabs the biggest container he can find and makes his way to the well.
Skaar finds a bucket beside the well and he draws out a good amount of water.
Ever the workhorse, Skaar begins dousing the building one bucket at a time.
With the monstrosity dead, Alethiro stows away his mace, climbs up on the roof, and begins to cast Create Water repeatedly.
While Skaar and Alethiro work on the fire from the outside, Aurelea makes her way inside to determine the condition of within.
Cyna heads with Aurelea.
Skaar and Alethiro manage to douse the fire on the roof with little diffculty while Cyna and Aurelea head inside the chapel. It looks like several fires had been set in here as well, but they have been handled. A few more black robed corpses lie here as well as a couple of sisters. You see about five sisters hovering about Clara on one of the last remaining beds here.
The sister who called out to you and helped Clara inside notices Aurelea and Cyna. "Is it over?"
Once the flames were out, the Elf climbed down and said to the Orc, "I'd imagine this is a different experiance for you, putting out the flames instead of starting them, eh Orc?" Heading inside, Alethiro rejoins the women as they converse with the Sisters.
"You'd be surprised. Elf", Skaar spits.
"Why don't you see if you can do somethin' to help the girls inside?"
The sisters thank Skaar profusely. "Pay no heed to what the elf has said, you have a good heart. Even if Szuriel thinks otherwise."
Skaar grunts in satisfaction at the praise only to become suspicious a moment later.
”Wha- How did you know ‘bout her?” the big Orc asks. ”What else do you know ‘bout me?”
The Cleric turns to Cyna and asks, "How are you feeling? I know that monstrosity’s stench was nauseating."
"We're healers, Skaar," one of the sisters says. "Not clerics. I used to be a seer. I don't pry often, but you have seemed troubled since your return."
"A seer eh?" Skaar says incredulously.
"What do ya see in my future? What's Sefirous doin' here and what's his connection to the Horseman?", the big Orc hesitates before he asks his next question both out of doubt and fear of what the answer may be. "Who's the pup I saw in my vision on the other side?"
"So you want proof that I'm a seer and not someone out for your blood?" the sister asks. "Sefirous is a servant of Szuriel now, having given his life to her. He is a daemon now, weaker on the Material Plane than on Abaddon. In time, he'll build his strength and come after you again. As for the child in your vision, he is your son. His mother sails with the halfling called Rando. But that may or may not come to pass."
Skaar frowns at the accusation, "No. I trust ya. I'm just lookin' for answers. Nothin' here makes sense most of the time."
Sefirous, a daemon - some kind of inhuman monster. In his heart, Skaar wasn't really surprised. Sefirous hadn't been all that human to begin with. He also knew he'd see the bastard again. Sefirous was a tenacious killer. He wasn't the type to let a job go undone.
"Zahira's carryin' a child? My child?" Skaar says in disbelief.
The hulking greenskin had left more than a couple bastards behind during his time in the military and the years before but he'd never thought twice about them. Why did it suddenly mean something to him now? Had death changed him? Had he changed himself?
"What do you mean that may not come to pass? Is she in danger? What's gunna happen to her?"
"Yes, Zahira is with child, though she does not know it yet. The future is not written in stone and nine months is a long time in a world such as this," the sister says with a shrug. "I can only see up to a certain point, but Rando makes preparations to sail against Horace soon. Zahira will go with him."
Skaar was suddenly torn between his duty to protect his friends here and an urge to defend the woman carrying his son.
"That's days away and I don't have a ship. There's gotta be somethin' I can do for her", Skaar grunts.
"You will have to make a choice, Skaar," the sister says. "Stay here and fight for what's left of Zahvroma or tend to Zahira. You will lose something in either case. The fallen paladins will march upon this place once those three men return to them. Ixen will be sure to come shortly after."
Another attempted smack of the staff is made by Harakhty as the creature rises.