Elsa casts immediately
+2 if striking from stealth, touch attack
electrical damage
a blast of lightning lashes out at the skeleton
With a dejected sigh, the tiefling shoots two magic missile from his hand.
Zyrel finds himself caught. His new weapon is still unfamiliar, and a missed shot risks harming friend more than foe. A glance at the future shows a bleeding Lanatir, and instead he stays in cover and murmurs an incantation to steady his aim.
Kris hits home with his bullet, but the nimble skeleton dodges out of the way of the rest of the party's attacks. It steps forward, lashing out at the deep gnome with sharp, bony fists for 18 damage, 3 of which is bleed! "You were warned."
Lanatir takes a step and strikes again with his sword.
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Kris yelps as the skeletal hand rips into his flesh.
"OW! But fair enough, you did warn us! Ow."
The gnome staggers back - and his visage shifts and wavers!
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Aakif responds quickly with Abadar's blessing. "Be healed, Kristleifur."
"Cheers, Aakif!", a reply emerges from the blur of images where Kristleifur presumably stands.
Zyrel's senses found his opening as Kris bolts out of his way, and Lanatir moves to the side.'In 3.. 2... 1...'
Armanus sighs once more at the undead monk. "Go away."
Thanks for the heads up. Enjoy!
Elsa shoots several magical missles at the skeleton.
Though it’s bones are cracked and it’s robes torn, the skeleton powers on. It knees Lanatir in the gut, slicing him with a jagged edge of bone for 5 damage, 1 of which is bleed.
Lanatir strikes back at the skeletal monk.
His run of bad luck continues...
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Aakif casts shield on himself.
next round
Elsa casts another magic missile
Zyrel's Sight flicks between worlds to come. Sighing, he lets his empty rifle drop, then in a single move draws his sword while stepping forward and strikes.
Kristleifur steps back, aims his rifle at the skeleton, and fires!
The tiefling fires another magic missile at the undead.
The fusillade of magic missles slams into the skeleton, followed by a bullet that knocks off one of the skeleton's arms. Zyrel brings his sword down in the skeleton's skull, shattering it.
"Well done, Zyrel! I regret I could not be of more help. You seem to have remembered our lessons better than I."
Zyrel shakes his head "I foresaw there would be a moment when it would try to block with its right arm, and Kristleifur would remove it. Expecting to parry the blow, it did not bother to dodge. Little skill in that. In truth I suspect it was the storm of arcane missiles that truly put paid to it."
As the elves discuss tactics, Kristleifur begins rummaging through the pile of bones then the sacrophagus.
"I believe this encounter has taught us that asking questions first will not reveal any answers. May we proceed more aggressively from here on out?" Aakif suggests.
"Lanatir, if you would take the lead, please. Kristleifur, do you believe that we need to be wary of traps and other trickery?"
In rummaging through the skeleton's things, Kristleifur finds a necklace of prayer beads with an onyx medallion depicting the skeletal fist of Sranava. Not too inherently valuable, but perhaps worth a bit to a collector.
Kristleifur raises the prayer beads with a grin on his face.
"Bony here lost them with his head!", the gnome says, chuckling.
"Now, we go quietly!"
With that, the gnome advances down the corridor with as little noise as he can manage.
Lanatir nods to Kristleifur. He takes the lead as requested by Aakif, following Kristleifur's lead by also trying to be stealthy and perceptive.
Despite his lack of training (and his discomfort trying new things), Lanatir does a reasonably good job at moving quietly. Not as good as the Svirfneblin of course, but not bad.
Further down the hallway, Kris spots a skeleton sitting upon a stone plinth, seemingly meditating.
Kris sneaks back to the others and whispers:
"One skeleton trancing out up ahead. Shoot?"
"I don't believe we can extract information from them. Best to destroy them."
Zyrel nods, then looks to Kris and enquires; "A volley?"
Aakif draws his pistol and nods.
Kris nods, grinning.
******
Kris takes aim and fires!
Aakif takes aim and fires!
Lanatir holds his sword ready, preparing to a strike if a foe comes into reach.
I don't have too many more of these, Armanus pondered worryingly.
Zyrel once more took aim with the rifle. The same rifle he'd dropped earlier...
Elsa casts a spell
In a ferocious flurry of attacks, the party cuts down the skeleton before it even has a chance. As Lanatir steps in to strike the final blow, he spies an alcove to the north, and a hallway leading further into the complex.
Zyrel squints at his weapon, carefully tapping the barrel a few times to dislodge the bullet that seems to have stuck. With a sigh he stows the rifle and draws his bow. 'I think something moved when I dropped it. I'll need to repair it later. Maybe cover it in something flexible as well. Bow would've bounced.'
Dragging his mind away from whether rubber could be induced to crystalline around a metal tube or whether magic would be better, Zyrel pushed on.
As they passed the fallen skeleton he stopped to see how it had fared, and what blows had felled it. He then spent a second stabbing it with two different arrows before removing the skull.
"Sometimes they get back up." he explained.