"Thiss creature doess sseem to be more ressilient than mosst of itss kind." Taishe observes dryly.
His displeasure at the current situation is demonstrated by the heavy number of words with "S's" in them, which he normally speaks slowly and carefully to avoid using overmuch.
The kobold nods in snarky self-satisfaction as his sling stone hits his target this time.
This time, the kobold’s sling stone enters the undead horror’s skull. A black brackish fluid dribbles out of the hole, filled with wriggling things. The zombie staggers, then collapses onto the damp cave floor
"Score one fer tha li'l folk. Well struck!" Norveg pats Taishe on the back.
”Is there no end to these accursed things?” Tragon utters as he wipes down his sword.
“They are thick down here. This is a place of evil”
13 Spider shivers as he touches the red marks where the gruesome injuries he suffered were before healing
Taishe relaxes, straightening his outfit.
The kobold gives the zombie one final glance, then sniffs as he turns to his companions.
"One findss that he has had quite enough excitement for one day. The earlier we are out of here, the better. Shall we continue?" He asks pleasantly.
"Roit, back to the doors." Norveg makes his way back to where the battle before this one started. [b]"Oi'm not goin' first."[/b[
The party returns to the narrow tunnel they had been investigating before being so rudely interrupted.
Taishe sticks his snout ahead of the 'leader', (whomever it is) and peers down the tunnel, sniffing occasionally.
The door at the end of the narrow tunnel seems to be clear of traps. However, Taishe can see the door is swollen and jammed like the others. As he peers at it he hears a faint scratching coming from the other side
Taishe slowly withdraws back behind Tragon.
"It would appear the next door iss jammed like the otherss. One believess that there may be another undead welcoming committee waiting behind it." The kobold says calmly.
Tragon sighs deeply. "How are our resources? Perhaps we should consider jamming these doors thoroughly to prevent the undead from escaping rather than opening them." He looks to the group to assess their appetite for further undead carnage.
"Sadly, we ain't gonna git out the way what we got in," says Norveg, glumly looking at his wand. "Oi gots some healin' left, an' it should hurt the walkin' dead, too. Gonna be 'spensive gettin' another, tho."
"Friend Norveg is correct. Our only known way out iss beyond the undead who roam the tunnelss."
Taishe glances at Norveg, hissing in a kobold equivalent of a chuckle.
"Clearly, roguess were afraid to explore beyond original door. Perhaps undead will be kind enough to provide the meanss to acquire a new wand." The kobold offers in amusement.
"If'n they doesnt, Oi'll pass moi hat 'round," Norveg chuckles. "No point delayin'. Moit as well git to it." He steps to the back to allow huskier people up front.
Norveg activates the wand and holds the charge (10/50).
"We're gonna need this, one way or t'other," he opines grimly.
"Pragmatic. One approvess."
"Very likely" Nahuatl ti mutters moving forward with her spear held at the ready.
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Tragon will attempt the door.
Taishe bravely covers Tragon.
From behind the Half-orc,...
Far. behind.
Tragon prepares to slam the door
Tragon leans into the door, but seems rather worn out from all the fighting.
Norveg shakes his head (while Tragon isn't looking).
"Desna's dimpled tuschie, them dead fings 'as weakened ya all."
”This door holds fast. Perhaps there is another route,” Tragon offers.
Taishe approaches the door.
"Excuse, pleasse"
The kobold examines door as he strokes his mustache-tendrils, making universal "Hmmm"ing noises. Eventually he takes a small bag of oil from his carry bag, squirts a little in a few precise places around the door, and steps back to admire his handiwork.
"Try again. Pleasse" The lizard gestures to the door.
The lubricant seems to make the door a bit looser.
Once again, Tragon leans into the door to force it open.
The door gives way and slams open. A zombie staggers back from the door. The dim room has three zombies within. One looks odd, he is less rotted than the others, and is dressed in the rotting raiments of a priest. This one hisses in a dry rasping tone.
"Attack! We shall feast!"
Taishe raises a scaled eye-ridge.
"Thiss one sspeakss. Very unusual. One will learn much from thiss."
(Apparently the kobold is MUCH more curious about the speaking undead than the fact it has ordered it's hench-zombies to eat him!) ;P
Initiative:
Tragon: 18
Norveg: 10
Special Guest Star: 7
Taishe: 5
13 Spider: 3
Zombies: Last
Narl will pause listening to the zombie speak and perks up. "if possible could we try to detain that zombie? The fact that it speaks is rare indeed. Perhaps it is not a zombie as it seems to be?"
Narl wracks his brain as to what sort of zombie this might be. Fascinated and indeed he plans to investigate the creature if possibly they can capture it.
This in mind he will blast the minion rather than the intelligent zombie.
Initiative:
Tragon: 18
Nahuatl Ti: 16
Norveg: 10
Narl: 9
Special Guest Star: 7
Taishe: 5
13 Spider: 3
Zombies: Last
Narl thinks that this creature isn't a zombie - It doesn't have the mindless animation of one of those revenants. The priestly raiment is a clue. Narl has read of priests that forsook their faith before death and were cursed with undeath. These creatures are known as Huecuva. They are intellegent, but driven by hate and hunger. They are known to be able to cloak themselves in an illusion of life, although this one doesn't seem to be bothering. They are also resistant to normal attacks - only silver and magic affect them fully
Tragon strides into the room and hacks at the zombie.
Tragon’s cutlass slices deep into the zombie’s rotted flesh. The intelligent undead priest hisses and begins a chant
Taishe jumps as the undead in priestly raiment starts chanting.
"SSssssstop him!" The kobold cries as he fumbles with his sling, suddenly realizing the conflict has begun without him!
"Be careful of the priest. Use silver or magic if possible it will be hard to beat."
Speaking which Narl will focus his attacks on that creature seeing the danger it poses to the group now that he knows what it is.
Beginning a fluid chant, Nahuatl ti dashes into the room stopping almost in the middle of it to complete her spell, unleashing a wave of positive energy that washes over two of the undead as well as Tragon and herself.
Narl will move to K4 so he will at the very least have a open shot at the Huecuva.