Alma stands up and using a 5 foot step to f38.
Alma yells,"How many times do you need to die!" As he swings with his long sword.
Using Guidance
Damage
Cedric attempts to dodge past the zombie near Warren, moving into position between Warren and the zombie to his right, preventing the undead from flanking him.
If he succeeds in this he will slice at the zombie there . If he is interrupted by the first zombie he will attack it instead.
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Alma gets up again, slashing at the zombie which reels back. Markov finishes it off with a well placed shot clean through its head.
No room to get to Norig or the zombie.
I wait, arrow nocked and ready to fire.
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Alma gets up again, slashing at the zombie which reels back. Markov finishes it off with a well placed shot clean through its head.
1d20 + 4
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Alma gets up again, slashing at the zombie which reels back. Markov finishes it off with a well placed shot clean through its head.
Heligar steps to the side of the remaining zombie swiping at it with her greatsword, but fails to hit it.
Cedric moves into the opening running it through with his blade.
Hotshot moves into the room, dashing around a pillar and firing at Norig from behind it, catching him in the leg.
Norig, looking a bit nervous, attempts to cast another spell, but is clipped by Irina's crossbow bolt, interrupting the spell.
He quickly retreats towards the back of the room, hands up to surrender, grunting with the pain of his wounds.
Alma chases after Norig.
Not sure if I can reach him to attack. Also most of my posts for the next week our so will be from my phone so it will reduce my roleplaying.
Markov will move to G34 and load a bolt.
"If you wish to live i suggest you come over and give yourself up and explain what you been doing here."
Markov looks around to see if there is anything interesting around.
Perception:
He also has low-light vision.
Seeing the gnome surrender, Warren quickly moves forward and strips him of his holy symbol, weapon, and the strange rod he holds. After kicking them out of reach he turns back to Norig, his sword flicking slowly in the space between them. "You have about three seconds to explain yourself before I slit your throat for the crimes you have committed against these people.
Granted, you'll probably die regardless; but you might get a fair trial from the townsfolk first."
Intimidate:
Towering over the gnome, Heligar glowers coldly at him and hisses,
Why just slit his throat, Warren? The hillsfolk have many other interesting ways to mete out justice to the damned!
Norig backs against the pillar, his eyes darting frantically between the three armed warriors and Markov's readied crossbow. "I... um... well." He closes his eyes and mutters a brief plea to his foul god, but otherwise seems at a loss for words.
Alma picks up Norig enough for his feet to dangle in the air against the pillar
Sense Motive
Intimidate
"No lies little man."
Markov will move towards Norig and pick up the staff he was using.
he will then make an extract(Identify). once hes done he will drink it and examine the item.
Spellcraft:
Time to see what you found.
I stand at the stairs, bow in hand, looking out for any other troubles.
"Alma, if you just bonk him a little bit against that pillar, you might knock a few answers loose out of him. Gods know this sick animal deserves that much."
Irina starts checking folks out, looking for injuries to tend.
He strolls about the room, searching about for anything that catches his eye.
"Calm down you lot. I know what he's done here is absolutely disgusting and he should be punished, but you're going about it wrong. Scare a man just enough, and they'll tell you everything. Scare him too much and they clam up, like our friend here."
Dangling from Alma's grasp Norig splutters, then finds his voice, "If you wish to deal justice it is the men of Gumlat that need to suffer. They are deserving of death for the way they have treated us. They should all rot and be cast into the pits of hell." Glaring straight at Alma, though only for a moment before his eyes turn away and his voice falters and wavers as he continues "Or do you plan to carry out your self righteous vigilante justice here?"
The first man has yellow hair with touches of orange in it. His clean shaven face is hard and his eyes hold a odd yellow tint to them. The noon soon glints brightly off his scale armor. A longsword in a worn scabbard rests at his hip. His clothing is plain, but well kept. A red traveling cloak with gold trim is draped across his shoulders, but the hood is down. On his left forearm is a large gash or cut that has begun to heal, but the skin around the wound is still purple with bruising and an ugly red scab covers the wound. The skin of his face and arms are well tanned.
The second man wears fine silk robes. The hood up, a cloak similar to that of his companion is pulled close over his head. He is also clean shaven, but he is turned with his side to you, and the hood prevents you from seeing much more of his face than that. His arms are also covered and his hands are calloused. Like his partner his skin is well tanned as though it has seen much of the sun. Surely his current garb is not his usual outfit.
Irina seems to be to engrossed in hearing the the gnomes twisted story at the moment to have noticed the men, and the rest of your companions are inside the room of the fort.
Markov then goes to the pack and looks through it for anything useful or of value.
Appraise:
The backpack contains 8 days worth of trail rations, various pieces of clothing and bedding, and a small money pouch heavy with coins.
Seeing that his companions appear to have the gnome under control, Cedric turns and heads back towards the entrance, with the intent to make sure nothing is happening to those waiting outside.
SPeaking loudly enough that everyone can here, I address the newcomers:
Irina whips her head around at Malaswyn's extra-loud greeting, peering for these newcomers. She readies a sleeping hex on the first one of them to start casting a spell or taking aggressive action.
Init:
"Alma, if you just bonk him a little bit against that pillar, you might knock a few answers loose out of him. Gods know this sick animal deserves that much."
Irina starts checking folks out, looking for injuries to tend.
Both of the newcomers start at the sound of Malaswyn's voice and seeing several people in the area .
The warrior immediately draws his blade and drops to a fighting stance, stepping in front of the man in robes, but does not make a move to attack.
The robed figure seeing Malaswyn with an arrow knocked begins weaving his arms, casting two spells in rapid succession.
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The robed figure removes his hood as he speaks to his companion in a strong confident voice, "Morag, see if there are any others." His head, like his face, is clean shaven. His eyes are a piercing blue, with think black eyebrows shading them. A small scar runs down the left side of his face from the corner of his eye to his jaw.
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Cedric topples forward, paralyzed. He is thankful for the buckler on his arm and the armor he is wearing, as they absorb most of the impact.
Alma slams Norig against the pillar. . "I only have time for righteous justice."
Dropping Norig to the ground, He rushes to G37, with his weapon raised.
Alma slams Norig against the pillar. . "I only have time for righteous justice."
Dropping Norig to the ground, He rushes to G37, with his weapon raised.
As the men strike a combat stance and begin to weave spells against us, I fire my bow at the caster.
attack
damage
I also call out as I shoot: Put up your blades! Must all men here fight without reason!
I succumb to the enchantment, freezing to the spot in a post-firing stance.
Seeing his allies fall Warren quickly turns and dashes towards his new opponents.
I just checked the rules on saving throws, and realized I need to roll anyways, since a 20 is an auto-success.
Will save:
Not so lucky.
Heligar sees the newcomers and crouches into a fighting stance, sizing up the swordsman.
-she remains paralysed in that position for a few lingering moments until her body tips over and she thuds to the floor - sword in hand.
Cedric shakes off the spell, and stands facing the two men. His eyes narrow and his expression grows severe as he gestures with his right hand and mutters under his breath. The room around him grows dark and traces of lightning, fire, ice, and blackness all swirl around him. The fabric of reality near Cedric begins to split, and small glimpses of other dimensions show through, a grassy field, a pool of lava, the inky blackness of space… The rips in space and the elemental energy form twisting coils that fold in on themselves and swirl behind and beside Cedric, moving up his sides to cover him in shimmering energy, peeling away and circling back, bathing him in an unearthly glow. He looks coldly at the two men, and speaks in a loud voice.
Fire and lightning flash in front of his eyes as he glares, and he takes a step forward.
Markov upon hearing and and seeing something going on pockets the coins and moves to f35 drawing his crossbow.
Hotshot moves next to Warren, and prepares to follow him through the doorway to get a clear shot at the group.
As arcane energies boil and churn around Cedric Morag's eyes widen and he takes a step backwards.
The sorcerer laughs deeply, arms still weaving and the magical energies of his spell once again wrap themselves around your mind.
The bald sorcerer strides forward into the hallway and claps Cedric on the shoulder as he passes, "Parlour tricks." He laughs again, a deep rumbling sound that echoes around the room. "Where are you Norig, you filthy rat." Another quick incantation and a ring on his right hand glows with a soft light. Seeing Norig lying unconscious on the ground he moves to him and searches through his clothes and pockets. Morag follows a short distance behind, his nose wrinkling with the stench of death.
Not finding what he is looking for the sorcerer turns back to the party, his eyes and mouth expressing a deep frown, studying you for a moment. His eyes fix on the carved bone rod in Markov's hand and he quickly moves to him and pries it from his unmoving fingers.
Stepping over to Heligar he speaks to Morag as his hands move up to touch her face, "Such rare beauty in this one. A shame there is not time for pleasure." Morag grunts non-committaly. "Well, I suppose we shall have to dispose of this lot." A dagger appears in his right hand which he raises to strike.
Morag's voice is impassive, "You should give them to Grays."
The bald man pauses, chuckling deeply. He alters his grip on the dagger and cuts a piece of cloth from the sleeve of Heligar's shirt. Handing the cloth to Morag, his voice is icy, "Collect a piece from the rest of them, then tell Grays he is free to hunt."
As Morag moves among you cutting of a piece of a shirt, or robe, or pants from each of you the sorcerer goes back to Norig, "You fool Norig, I told you to find the rod, I did not give you permission to use it." Arcane energies gather on his left hand, electrical sparks crawling around his fingers, he slaps the unconscious Norig on the face. Norig convulses and his breathing stops. He then turns to examine the bone rod intently.
Morag finishes collecting samples then leaves the ruins and heads to the east at a fast jog. The sorcerer turns at smiles at you, "A parting gift for you." Black lighting sprouts from the rod striking Norig, he slowly shambles to his feet. Occasional tendrils of blue lightning crawl from the burned and blackened wound on his cheek and crawl along his skin. "Norig, kill anything that moves." A final spell and the sorcerer disappears with a soft pop.
Long moments pass, stretching endlessly, and at last you are released from the spell.
*KERTHUD*
Save vs Paralyze
"Nobody touch him! And not with swords either. No metal!" Irina hisses as soon as the paralysis wears off.
Save vs Paralyze 1d20-2
Colour returns to Heligar's face as she stands up. She spits on the ground in disgust and anger. Hearing the warning from Irina she sheaths her sword and pulls out her longbow.