Alorea slices at the next zombie to approach!
Alorea lands a deep cut on an approaching zombie, slicing a tendon. Jase drives his rapier into his zombie's neck, causing it to stumble a bit from the force behind his blow.
Seeing a way to get around and aid Alorea Faithe quickly began to move. It was a strange zigzag of motion but she managed to get around without letting anythin swipe at her and lashed with her scythe at the zombie now before her.
Faithe's swing goes wide and ends up breaking a nearby window, causing shards of jagged glass to spray outside.
Charging up another burst of positive energy, he moves up beside Joie and Alorea.
"Hope you's dun mind me cuttin' in 'ere."
The zombie flinches back from Tuco's touch, with only a few pieces of its skin turning brittle and falling off.
Joie is... not certain what to do here, for the moment. Between the crowd and the table, it's hard to get a word in edgewise...
Daerokh takes a swing at the zombie he and Jase are closest to!
Daerokh's strike hacks off one of the zombie's arms!
The zombies continue to converge on the party, with one of them climbing on the dinner table. The two in melee range start swinging at the ones who injured them the most--namely, Alorea and Daerokh.
Daerokh fends off his zombie, but Alorea gets a glancing blow to the ribs. It still stings.
The half-orc quickly hops off the chair and pulses some energy into Alorea.
"Yous best not be crumplin' on me now."
"Ouch!" Alorea shouts, but her pain dissipates as Tuco heals her. "Thanks!" She slices at the zombie again.
Alorea's next strike cuts a major tendon in the zombie's neck, causing its head to loll back and forth before it rolls off entirely and collapses.
Daerokh continues hacking at "his" zombie!
Daerokh's follow-up swing takes off the zombie's leg, causing it to topple backwards and lie still.
Joie strides forward, considering the possibilities before she reaches out and grabs the table-standin' zombo by the leg.
Grimacing as the zombie nearest him continued to take punishment and not go down, Jase found himself wondering how one of the creatures would take a charge of powder to center body mass. Probably not well. Too bad the young man didn't have access to a firearm, at the moment. He'd have to see if he could change that after they solved this case and claimed the reward.
For now, all he could do was keep stabbing at the thing alongside Daerokh until it finally lost the will to keep stumbling about.
Joie easily seizes the table-trotting zombie by the calf.
Jase's strike hits his zombie square in the chest and passes through its dead heart--and it doesn't even notice the hit.
Faithe looked for another nearby zombie to strike down and moved into range as she prepared to srtike!
Faithe's swing shears through a rotted leg of one of the chairs, causing the furniture piece to collapse, but the zombie is unharmed.
The two zombies flail at Joie and Faithe respectively...
...with Joie's zombie catching her on the chin with a bone-jarring wild backhand.
The zombie fighting Faithe swings an arm at her that is easily deflected by her bone armour.
Alorea climbs up on the table then moves in to help Faithe, but her swing is way over the zombie's head.
Pleased to see her scythe is sharp enough to tear through a chair, but not so pleased that she hit a chair rather than the zombie, Faithe lashed out once more with her weapon at the walking corpse before her after shifting slightly to put it between her and Alorea.
Yet again she missed the zombie as the thing luckily stumbled to one side like a drunken master and she cleaved another chair in twain!
Joie was, much like Faithe, distracted by reminiscing about the Tale of the Seventh Final Fantasy, recently retold by a bard who was much better at painting the scenery and added his own story flourishes here and there, and forgot to protect her face.
Ears ringing and face bleeding, she retains her grip...
...and seeks to, with a bit of pressure applied with a lot of force, remove the zombie's leg and beat him to a more permanent death with it.
Joie gives the zombie's leg a good yank, and with a *CRACK*, tears it out of the monster's body. The zombie topples off the table and lies still.
Joie pants; it's been a long day of getting punched in the face by zeds.
Hopping up to the table with some nimbleness he charges up a positive blast then steps casually down to the target near Jace and Daerokh.
Tuco thrusts his palm into the middle of the zombie's ribs and discharges a burst of healing power, causing one of the creature's ribs to turn to ash before his eyes. It reels, but doesn't go down.
Daerokh chops at the zombie, hoping to bring it down once and for all!
Seeing Joie take a brutal hit and use the extra motivation to pulverize the zombie on his side of the table, Jase followed in Alorea's footsteps, taking a few long strides down the length of the table before leaping on top of it.
Grinning at his rather dexterous accomplishment, the young man attempted to arrest his forward momentum and thrust forward with his weapon, hopefully transferring the energy into the tip of the rapier.
The zombie surrounded by Daerokh and Tuco stumbles backwards and evades the dwarf's swing.
The same can't be said for the zombie menaced by Faithe, Jase and Alorea. Jase's rapier drives into the side of its head, causing it to sway a bit but otherwise still standing.
The two zombies swing wildly, the southernmost one swiping at Tuco...
...and nearly stumbling over for its trouble.
The second aims a punch at Faithe.
And this time she takes the impact right on her conjured bone armour, causing several bones to break underneath the force of its blow. The wind is driven from her lungs.
Faithe grunted in pain as the zombie slammed her with it's fists but she didn't let that slow her down. She lashed out with her scythe once again.
This time she was not to be denied as her heavy weapon lashed out and tore through the zombie's body with ease dealing significant damage to the undead thing.
In fact, Faithe's scythe blow is enough to bisect the zombie outright. It topples in half.
"Uh where be yous comin' from?"
He charges energy into it hoping to weaken it.
He tries to hop a little backward to give someone some space.
Alorea moves behind the zombie, flanking with Daerokh. Unfortunately, her dagger attack comes up short.
Joie pivots on the spot, ready to throw the zombie leg at the remaining walker... but sees that three of her friends have surrounded it.
She drops it instead, and leans against a not-completely-filthy section of table.
Tuco and Alorea swing and slice at the zombie, but apparently it was some manner of drunken master in life--it sways and pivots just enough to evade all incoming attacks.
Daerokh takes another swing!
"GET! DEAD! A! GAIN!"
Daerokh's axe comes down on the zombie's head, splitting it in two and finally bringing it down.
"FINALLY!" Daerokh says as the zombie falls. Then he sighs. "Well, if they didn't know we were coming, they sure as stone do now."
Jase dexterously snapped his rapier back into its sheath, frowning even though the group had proven victorious against the shambling dead. He had hit the things often, but had dealt little real damage, from what he had seen. Perhaps it would be wise to have another weapon on hand, just in case.
When Daerokh broke the short silence with his lament about the noise, the young man shrugged. "They likely knew we were coming, anyway, so no biggie. Less monsters to terrorize the city. Maybe there'll be some kind of hazard pay bonus, for all these dead folks we've been having to re-deadalize."
Now that things were a bit more clear, he looked around the room briefly, both for any valuables and any clues or hidden things that might help the group.
Joie looks... Rough™.
"I can still fight," she says, "but it would be wise for me not to until I've patched up a bit."
The Tailor looks at Joie, "I can sew you up old like but its gonna be a whiles. What yous all say?"
Looking toward Faithe he feels a pulse of magic from him, almost like a string connecting her to himself. "It be lookin' likes I can gives you a hand Faithe with me magic, if yous want it."
Hearing Joie confess that she was in bad shape, Jase felt a ping of sympathy for the woman. It took something to admit such a thing, even if it was wisest to do so. Thinking back, he remembered the Tailor spouting off about some potions they had found. "Do we still have those two healing potions, Tuco? Would those maybe patch her up enough?"
The young man made sure to not make eye contact with the Nexian, instead waiting for Tuco's answer. Regardless of whether the half-orc answered yay or nay, Jase was ready to move on.