Meanwhile ( I think I need 2 round of climb checks - Roryx has swung 3 times. So 1 round getting to the rope, then 2 climbing) , Omari is frenziedly hauling his way up the rope in the well as fast as he can (and presumably so is Heshan):
Climb rd 1:1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 - 2 = 3 vs DC 10 (5 rope with wall +5 accelerated climbing)
+2 str -2 ACP
Climb rd 2:1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 2 = 4 vs DC 10 (5 rope with wall +5 accelerated climbing)
Foxy, not sure what you check to see if the rope and what it's anchored to support 2 men + gear. And maybe Ohrmzid as well if he fails that save...
EDIT: And apparently Omari is too frenzied to climb a rope...
Male Human Keleshite Inquisitor of Sarenrae 15 | GMW 12h, MV 12h
Will DC 13:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
"Goodness! I had enough! I retire myself" fed up, Ohrmizd moves away from Roryx re-spawning undead, and goes around the corner. There, where he cannot see the creature anymore, he stops and rethinks leaning against the wall.
Foxy, I assume that you've been tracking the 2d4 rounds of panic, and will let me know when Omari gets over his panic... (it has been 4 rounds so far...)
Male Human Keleshite Inquisitor of Sarenrae 15 | GMW 12h, MV 12h
Seeing the undead finally fall shattered under Roryx heavy mace, Ohrmizd stops freezing at the corner when he is up to turn around.
"Oh wow! Is that really dead now?" spotting there are more corpses ahead around the corner, he does look back, and starts running back to recover his scimitar "Ehmmm... boys, I fear we have more rancid-angry-priests-problems around the corner"
move action to run, then go back, then move to pick up scimitar
Male Human Keleshite Inquisitor of Sarenrae 15 | GMW 12h, MV 12h
"Mmmm... you are probably right Man" Ohrmizd sheathes the scimitar and unstraps the shield from his arm, bringing then up the heavy silver flail "Let's find out"
Still too cocky to admit he was scared, the Keleshite moves forward, but an able observer would notice he keeps himself one step back from Roryx advances by his side "You are cracking it my friend"
Current AC: 24 <> HP: 62/62 (Swiper: 31/31) <> Effects:
"Lets try to make sure we keep on doing that" - Roryx nods - "But what about the others?" - the half-orc adds, stepping around the corner, and casting a spell which produces a bright ray of light aimed at the creature.
Disrupt Undead (ranged touch):1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 Damage if it hits:1d6 ⇒ 6
After falling on his back, Heshan shook off the unnatural fear that overcame him.
"Gods I hate the undead..." He rubbed on the bump to his back... and realized he just abandoned his friends.
"Omari, we must return to the others! They may yet need our help!"
Omari replies "Fear is one of the walking dead's greatest weapons" as he runs back towards the encounter, towards the pile of his weapons on the floor...
AC 13 (18), touch 13 (17), flat-footed 11 (14) hp 80/103 F +11 R +12 W +14
Once he got his bearings again, he witnessed that the battle continues once more. At Manuun's answer he shouted back in reply. "I would but... I think corpses are quite resilient against electricity I'm afraid."
Yet another reason to dislike the undead. Instead, he pulled out his crossbow and began to fire.
Male Human Keleshite Inquisitor of Sarenrae 15 | GMW 12h, MV 12h
I am not pointed in the initiative, but there is no enemy between the group and me, thus, I guess Ohrmizd can act now
"The walking dead are coming" touching his holy symbol Ohrmizd asks for the help of the goddess while waiting for the undead to come.
CLW:1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Many of his wounds heal.
Then, he kneels to recover his scimitar and adjusts the weapon's grip.
HP 25/30 AC 20 TAC 12
L1: 1/4 (a single level 1 spell is left)
Omari ducks into the niche where he dropped his weapons (longbow, longspear), and grabs them up, longspear slung, longbow in hand.
"Smash that foul thing and make sure it does not rise. Then let us take some precautions. Go back, and starting at the first set of niches, let's smash each and every skeleton so they cannot animate. Having an army of skeletons behind us if we need to retreat would be very unwise."
Male Human Keleshite Inquisitor of Sarenrae 15 | GMW 12h, MV 12h
"That think is pretty nasty" noticing his scimitar is not properly working, Ohrmizd unstraps his shield move letting it drop along with his scimitar, and draws the silver heavy flail.
Then he takes up an overwatch position behind Manuun, an arrow on the string of his longbow, as Manuun examines the door. As he waits, he asks "Does anyone need some of the gifts of Erastil?
Who's hurt? I know the skeletons hit Ohrmzid and I am not sure who else... Do we need to take a quick healing break before the last room?
Sadly there seems to be no tradition of burying the dead with treassures of any kind. Or as an alternative, someone was faster than you checking for that.
Ohrmizd blinks not understanding how Kardswann is here now until the creature explains about a templar having come to this place a couple of moths ago.
Bluff:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
"Sure, I will be your host, you can kill the others. Just come by so we can fuse" Ohrmizd says while activating his judgement and secretly readying an attack when the creature approaches.
HP 30/30 AC 22 TAC 14
shield of faith 3 min
judgement (swift) - justice (+1 sacred to hit)
If we were not healed before entering, Ohrmizd is at 25 hp and activates healing judgement instead of justice.
Moved from discussion
This chamber stands in stark contrast to the craftsmanship of worked stone of the rest of the crypt—instead, here looms a vast cavern. The air is damp and cold, and moist, writhing roots hang down from the ceiling twenty feet above. Puddles of reeking fluid dot the floor, and at the far end a jagged upthrust lance of stone rises from the ground to form a steeply-sloped platform.
Will Save DC17:
What you saw first is just an illusion. This is a large worked chamber perhaps forty feet square. Two rows of three marble columns flank the main walkway leading from east to west. A series of low, curved stairs at the opposite side of the room leads to a large concave recess in the western wall, with an elaborate throne perched at the top of the stairs.
Standing upon the upthrust stone shelf is a towering muscular man wielding an immense axe - to all appearances, Kardswann. Kardswann chuckles with a dry, inhuman laughter and speaks with a croaking rasp that sounds nothing like you heard him last time.
"Many years have I languished in this foul place, trapped here by the wards placed by your Pactmasters. Endless decades have I endured the whispering spirits of the wholesome dead, cursing my captors, hating the world I could no longer corrupt. When the Templar came eight weeks past he walked through the walls. The red-men’s seal remained intact. But you, you have broken the seal, and my long captivity is finally at an end. But before I go, I will kill you one by one until the last of you willingly allows himself to be my slave." The genie rises from his
throne. "Which one of you, I wonder, shall that be?"
'Kardswann' drops his disguise. In his true form, Xulthos appears as an immense insect-like fiend, with huge claws, a multi-eyed face with slavering mandibles, and a long serpentine tail tipped with chitinous blades. His wings are nearly transparent, and he moves with an almost hypnotic grace, his wings droning and light reflecting off his carapace in a dazzling display.
Attacks at the demon are at -1. DC18 vs. drone, or being confused.
Would you please place yourself on the map, before I do the 1st attack.
Save for Drone:1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9
+3 cleric +2 ability
I am assuming it is either fort or will - my saves are the same, unless it is an illusion effect; then I get a further +2
Immune to acid and poison; Resistant to cold 10, electricity 10 and fire 10. Does the drone and the dazzling and flying as seen and heard already. Has some magic. Can be beaten to death. Large fly swatter needed. ;)
Confused (d100):
01–25 Act normally.
26–50 Do nothing but babble incoherently.
51–75 Deal 1d8 points of damage + Str modifier to self with item in hand.
76–100 Attack nearest creature (for this purpose, a familiar counts as part of the subject’s self).
