"May you find rest." Miyuku whispers, firing a shot with her handgun, her blade held in her other hand, hoping they could bring her down before it came to close-quarters combat.
"Fall back as we fire, if it comes to it, I'll take the fight to her!"
Nace nods faintly. He fires on the approaching undead as well and falls back with Miyuku.
(+1 to hit and damage if within 30 ft)
28 Nace [miss]
26 Coyote [detect thoughts]
16 Miren {Etheric Tether}
16 Sarah Theroux
13 Miyuku [hit]
The figure of a small child materializes next to Miren. Nace's shot goes wide, kicking up a small spray in the pond. Miyuku's shot hits, the bullet traveling through the revenant. It seems to those familiar with how ballistics weapons work that the bullet met little resistance in the dripping corpse. The corpse shambles towards them. A musty rancid smell hits their nostrils as the corpse gets closer
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"Jesus, did everybody bring a f#!*ing gun?" Coyote mutters under his breath as he quickly covers his ears.
"More than one actually...not that it's going to help apparently." Miyuku quips, holstering her pistol and striding forward. "I'm going in." she says over her shoulder to her companions, her black wakizashi blade seeming to get darker if possible, drawing shadow into itself as she stalks forward, at the last moment, moving at remarkable speed in a low cross-cut.
Miyuku steps up and delivers a slash to the creature, pale fluid dribbles from the cut in its bloated grey-blue skin
As Miyuku swings, the creature whips a fist at her
"We have to help Miyuku," Miren directs the phantom child.
As it becomes obvious Miyuku is going to engage in melee, Miren murmurs words of blessing and touches the dark warrior. A faintly shining barrier springs up about a foot away from Miyuku.
The transparent child moves forward with Muyuku, face distorted with terrible fear as she slaps at the undead body.
No Constitution score. Undead use their Charisma score in place of their Constitution score when calculating hit points, Fortitude saves, and any special ability that relies on Constitution (such as when calculating a breath weapon’s DC).
Darkvision 60 feet.
Immunity to all mind-affecting effects (charms, compulsions, morale effects, patterns, and phantasms).
Immunity to death effects, disease, paralysis, poison, sleep effects, and stunning.
Not subject to nonlethal damage, ability drain, or energy drain. Immune to damage to its physical ability scores (Constitution, Dexterity, and Strength), as well as to exhaustion and fatigue effects.
Cannot heal damage on its own if it has no Intelligence score, although it can be healed. Negative energy (such as an inflict spell) can heal undead creatures. The fast healing special quality works regardless of the creature’s Intelligence score.
Immunity to any effect that requires a Fortitude save (unless the effect also works on objects or is harmless).
Not at risk of death from massive damage, but is immediately destroyed when reduced to 0 hit points.
Not affected by raise dead and reincarnate spells or abilities. Resurrection and true resurrection can affect undead creatures. These spells turn undead creatures back into the living creatures they were before becoming undead.
Proficient with its natural weapons, all simple weapons, and any weapons mentioned in its entry.
Proficient with whatever type of armor (light, medium, or heavy) it is described as wearing, as well as all lighter types. Undead not indicated as wearing armor are not proficient with armor. Undead are proficient with shields if they are proficient with any form of armor.
Undead do not breathe, eat, or sleep.
Per the spell magic jar: “Undead creatures are powered by negative energy. Only sentient undead creatures have, or are, souls.” This is an important sentence when considering any spells or effects which reference “souls.”
Nace looks as if he’s about to take another shot, but thinks better of it. Keeping his gun in his left hand, he pulls his sword from his bag with his right and moves closer.
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** spoiler omitted **...
28 Nace Pending
26 Coyote Pending
16 Miren [prot evil-Miyuku]
16 Ghost Mirren [atk Sarah]
16 Sarah Theroux [ATK Miyuku]
13 Miyuku [atk-hit]
Ghost Miren slaps at the creature, but it seems to pay her no mind.
The pale specter of Sarah Theroux stays by Coyote. She whispers as he watches the evolving contest
"The thing is larval. The wendigo left it here to gestate. If it is not stopped, then it will feed on who it can until it undergoes metamorphsis. It must be stopped. Only then can I have rest."
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The pale specter of Sarah Theroux stays by Coyote. She whispers as he watches the evolving contest
"The thing is larval. The wendigo left it here to gestate. If it is not stopped, then it will feed on who it can until it undergoes metamorphsis. It must be stopped. Only then can I have rest."
Coyote looks pointedly at Sarah, his expression a mixture of interest and confusion.
"Larval? What do you mean? What did it leave here?"
Coyote, let me know if you are holding action and we can go to RD 3
The ghost continues to whisper to Coyote.
“The wendigo is a creature of hunger and evil. It is never satiated. It can kill people in a certain way. Over time, the particular violence of their end gestates into a revenant like my body did. It is barely aware, but should it be left to feed on others, it will grow in hunger and power. Eventually it will become a new wendigo”
28 Nace Pending
26 Coyote holding action
16 Miren Pending
16 Ghost Mirren Pending
16 Sarah Theroux [ATK Miyuku]
13 Miyuku Pending
Nace channels his magic into the sword. It gleams with energy. He carefully steps to try to flank the creature with Miyuku and slashes at it.
(vs flank)
Miren says "It's just me, Miyuku," and touches Miyuku's shoulder.
The ghost child continues to slap at the undead thing.
The ghost continues to whisper to Coyote.
“The wendigo is a creature of hunger and evil. It is never satiated. It can kill people in a certain way. Over time, the particular violence of their end gestates into a revenant like my body did. It is barely aware, but should it be left to feed on others, it will grow in hunger and power. Eventually it will become a new wendigo”
"Peachy. So how many of these things are we dealing with here? Also, who's Nathan? And what's with the black slime?"
Feeling a touch of relief as Miren's touch heals a bit of the damage from the entity's blow, Miyuku presses her attack with a deadly flurry, the same shadowy energy surrounding her foot as she lashes out with a spinning kick, before bringing her blade across in a deft slashing strike.
28 Nace [atk-miss]
26 Coyote holding action
16 Miren [soloman’s touch]
16 Ghost Mirren [atk-no dam]
16 Sarah Theroux [ATK Miyuku]
13 Miyuku [atk- 9 dam]
Nace’s sword just misses the creature, whistling over its scraggly grey hair. Miren’s healing energy flows into Miyuku, fading the horrid bruise the thing gave her. Ghost Miren hits the thing, but her childish fists seem too small to do anything. Sarah’s revenant backhands Miyuku
Miyuku is wary of the creature’s speed, and weaves out of the way of the fist. She replies with her own flurry of blows, wounding the undead
"Peachy. So how many of these things are we dealing with here? Also, who's Nathan? And what's with the black slime?"
The ghost wavers a bit
“I don’t know the answers except about Nathan. Nathan was a farmer. He owned this part of the pond. Nathan Blume. His grandfather was Adam Blume, the man they named the pond after. The wendigo rode him. The wendigo, once they grow become spirits of hunger. They need humans to ride to commit their crimes. I don’t think there are many, because it is a long violent process to become one and I don’t think they like competition all that much”
Nace grits his teeth and maintains his assault on the undead.
(vs flank?)
Nave’s sword glows with a crimson light as he brings it up, sliding it just right under the partially-exposed ribcage. There is a squelching sound, and the thing staggers, croaking out its first sound
”Soooo hungry …
The corpse liquifies as it falls, the grayish flesh sublimating into a noxious fluid. The bones crumble into powder. Soon nothing is left but a rancid-smelling stain on the sandy ground. In the center of the stain a diamond ring winks in the fading light
Flicking any clinging goo from her weapon, Miyuku takes a pair of nitrile gloves from a pocket, slipping one on, and bending to pick up the ring. "I'm assuming this is what...tethered her here?" she asks looking at Coyote.
Coyote turns to the ghost, but she is already fading
“Thank you. Ware my husband’s corpse…”
With that, Sarah’s spirit heads to her rest
Coyote turns to the ghost, but she is already fading
“Thank you. Ware my husband’s corpse…”
With that, Sarah’s spirit heads to her rest
"Vaya con dios, kid."
Coyote gives a liesurely salute, then sighs and lights another cigarette as he makes his way over to where the others are standing.
"Total disintegration, that's new. Guess I don't have to skip town this time. Just a heads-up, I'm pretty sure there's at least one more of those things out there."
Flicking any clinging goo from her weapon, Miyuku takes a pair of nitrile gloves from a pocket, slipping one on, and bending to pick up the ring. "I'm assuming this is what...tethered her here?" she asks looking at Coyote.
He shrugs, taking a drag from his smoke.
"F++@ed if I know. I mean, I can take a look, but all I can say right now is that if that ring has "SENICIANE VIVAS IN DEO" written on it, I'm gonna lose my s%$&. By the way, does the name Nathan Blume mean anything to you?"
"Not until she said it," Nace says as he wipes his antique cavalry sword on some leaves. "That could be the ring we're looking for."
He looks at the cabins. "We might have company. Maybe I could talk us out of it. Maybe better if we just move out quickly."
"Not until she said it," Nace says as he wipes his antique cavalry sword on some leaves. "That could be the ring we're looking for."
He looks at the cabins. "We might have company. Maybe I could talk us out of it. Maybe better if we just move out quickly."
"Better you than me. I'm not really a 'people person'... Still, might not want to bounce quite yet. If what Sarah said is true, we might have a serious infestation on our hands."
Miyuku turns to stare at the lake again. "If there's another one coming, better to deal with it now, than leave anyone else here at risk."
Nace looks out over the water.
”You took quite a hit, Miyuku. If I may…” Nace extends his hand. Assuming Miyuku accepts, his eyes blaze with fire as he passes energy to her. It is healing energy, but it feels a little… off.. somehow.
Nodding, Miyuku gives a slight, involuntary shudder as Nace's energy infuses her, touching her ribs with interest as she feels the bruise slowly starting to heal.
Nace doesn’t have his veil piercing sight up, but he discerns a steady ripple in the water headed their way
Miyuku rolls her shoulders, taking up a combat stance, blade held in a reverse grip as her shadow piercing eyes lock on the ripples approaching through the lake. "Round 2"
The pond’s surface duddenly froths as another greyish figure emerges from the dark water. A similar creature to the one they just fought, but dressed in 1920’s men’s clothing. It advances, raising its arms as it comes
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Despite the somewhat eerie sensation, Miyuku breathes a sigh of relief as the magic of Nace's touch gradually restores her to full capacity.
22 Miyuku: pending
19 Daniel Theroux: Double Move
14 Miren: pending
14 Ghost Miren: pending
13 Coyote: pending
7 Nace: pending
The late husband of Sarah Theroux breaks the surface just as his wife had a few minutes ago. Like her, he is dressed in the tatters of clothing a century out of style. His grey skin drips dark pond water as he sloshes to the shore and heads to the party
"You know, there might have been an issue if they decided to come at us all at once instead of one at a time. Anyway..."
Coyote extends a hand toward what remains of Daniel.
"...let's see what you've got to say for yourself."
Coyote gets a much different ‘read’ from this undead. There is no real spark of intelligence, just a low cunning. Thoughts of red blood and masticated flesh fill its pond-sodden brain. An overwhelming hunger drifts off the creature. This guy seems more feral, more like a zombie, but one with a slight hint of sentient thought