Holy Huecuva, Batman! Rd 6:
Tragon: 18 (miss)
Nahuatl Ti: 16 ()
Norveg: 10 (cure 4)
Narl: 9 ()
Taishe: 5 (hit )
13 Spider: 3 (miss)
Zombie: Last ()
The party crowds around the zombie, hacking and stabbing
13 Spider cannot seem to get into a good spot to strike
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"Rassssin'-Frassssin' Zombies and their irritating ressisstance to impact weaponsss!" Taishe hisses in a most uncivilized manner.
He steps aside to make room for his compatriots, all the while making mental notes on the creature that seems determined not to die,... again.
Narl attempts to blast the undead zombie with his ray. Trying to find his opening as the chaos of battle rages.
Not that it mattered anyways.
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"Rassssin'-Frassssin' Zombies and their irritating ressisstance to impact weaponsss!" Taishe hisses in a most uncivilized manner.
"Just yours, mate," Norveg says encouragingly. "Oi imagine one of them goiants wut frows rocks 'd 'urt em."
Holy Huecuva, Batman! Rd 6:
Tragon: 18 (miss)
Nahuatl Ti: 16 ()
Norveg: 10 (cure 4)
Narl: 9 (Miss)
Taishe: 5 (hit )
13 Spider: 3 (miss)
Zombie: Last ()
Finally finding a decent angle, Nahuatl ti, strikes, hoping to bring the vile undead creature down.
Nahuatl’s spear punches through the zombie’s torso, but sadly it has no working organs to Pierce. It swivels …
…and tries for Tragon
The crowding of the slow-footed zombie causes it to snap ineffectually at Tragon’s face
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"Let us finish this battle." Narl calls out some arcane words and lets loose a blast of positive energy at the mindless undead creation.
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The undead pirate collapses
"Well done." Taishe says, displaying only calm once more.
The Kobold moves in to closer examine the remains of the intelligent undead.
The Huecuva wears a suit of very rusted Chainmail. Underneath is a pendant made of gold. It is a holy symbol of Quetzalcoatl , a winged snake
”Gah, I have had enough of these abominations,” Tragon declares as he sheaths his swords. ”The sooner we are out of this fetid place, the better.”
“I would like to claim the holy symbol to return it to my temple, if that would acceptable “
TAishe notes the emblem, and reflects on what he knows of "Quetzacoatl".
"When we have time, I would enjoy learning more of this symbol." Taishe tells 13 Spider. The kobold nods to the cleric to go ahead and claim his prize.
"Fine by me."
"Oi don't want it, mate." Norveg waves his paw, dismissing the holy symbol, then brandishes his wand. "Anyone 'urt? We should 'eal up and move on, Oi fink."
"Yes, thank you," Tragon says to Norveg. "So... where do we go from here?"
There is an unopened door on the west wall, swollen with damp as the others have been
"Anyone think they can get that door open?"
"When we have time, I would enjoy learning more of this symbol." Taishe tells 13 Spider. The kobold nods to the cleric to go ahead and claim his prize.
13 Spider takes it gratefully, tucking it into a pouch
"I would be most happy to instruct you in the mysteries of the great Feathered Serpent, Lord of the Morning Star."
He looks around the dripping, crumbling room
"Although this place reminds me more of Mictlan than Tonatiuh"
”I can try,” Tragon offers.
He inspects the door for traps, and listens for any sound from beyond it.
"Excuse, please,..." Taishe taps Tragon on the waist, and steps near the door. He inspects is casually,...
Narl keeps his light source available for all as well as giving people room he will keep an eye behind them in case of surprise.
Narl
No traps are discovered, no noises heard on the other side of the door. 13 Spider bends over the rotted zombies’ remains , intoning a low chant
“Rise from your bound state
Rise and enter Tlalocan
Blessed realm of the drowned
Escape the curse of Xipe Totec
Seek the protection of Chalchiuitlicue
She of the Jade Skirt
Go in peace and wander the Eighth World no more”
Tragon attempts to open the door.
To 13 Spider he says. "So this creatures soul was trapped in the body? What may have caused something like this to happen?"
Tragon attempts to open the door.
[dice=Strength, if needed]1d20+3
The door bursts open revealing a large chamber. Four large wooden pillars support the ceiling, which sags dangerously in places. The ceiling is thickly hung with strands of dangling fungus. There are several doors in the room. One to the west - a muffled sloshing sound can be heard from beyond it. Two more doors to the north, one of which is badly damaged and hangs askew on its frame. Two more on the eastern wall, the more northern one the door Tragon just forced open. The southern wall of the chamber has collapsed, leaving that part of the chamber choked in debris. A rippling pool of water reaches into the chamber from this area. There seems to be the decayed ruins of a dock in the water, but just a few rotted pilings stick out of the water. A man’s body floats face down in the rippling water
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To 13 Spider he says. "So this creatures soul was trapped in the body? What may have caused something like this to happen?"
13 Spider shrugs
“He was a priest of the Lord of Morning. If I was to guess, he went mad trapped down here and forsook his faith. His soul was denied entry into the Three Heavens and he was forced to remain in his corpse, becoming a filthy minion of the Flayed Lord”
The kobold pokes his snout past the doorway, peering around and sniffing occasionally.
"Yess. Ssoundss mosst unpleasant." He comments to 13 Spider.
"'Ware the likely-undead in the water. Shall we check near door firsst? " he inquires politely, pointing his walking stick at the door next to the one they are peeking in.
"Yes, let's," Tragon agrees. He goes to investigate the other door on the Eastern wall.
"When we're ready to check out the water, let me go in first." Nahuatl ti says quietly.
"Ah let me test something first before you go in. I will give that body a blast of positive energy. If it is animated it will react. But let's check the door first."
The group edges down the eastern wall towards the door. It is a double door, and is in a broken condition. Beyond is the hallway they initially entered into and fought zombies. At the other end is the broken door that lead to the old store room with the marble water cistern
"Ah. The map becomes clearer." Taishe nods.
The kobold points his walking stick at the facedown body.
"Perhapss your Possitive energy tesst earlier than later Master Narl? To avoid any further unexpected animationss?" He hisses a reptilian chuckle.
"I can certainly do that Master Taishe." He looks around at the group. "are we ready then? This may bring others as well."
Once the group is prepared he will let lose a ray of positive energy at the corpse.
Norveg nods. "Sensible," he remarks.
The ray strikes the corpse. It seems to have no effect
"Ah. One body which behaves asss expected. Excellent."
The kobold points his cane once more.
"A, north door then?" He inquires politely.
Tragon nods in agreement, and goes to inspect the northern door that is hanging from its frame.
The room is a simple 10x10’ space. A rotted tangle of wood and broken stoneware on its floor hints at some sort of storage space
Norveg slips into the room, squats, and paws through the wreckage to see if anything of value remains.
The room once held spices. The broken crockery has residue of cumin, vanilla, pepper, Nace, nutmeg, and cinnamon. None has survived in useable form
"Pity. What a wasste." Taishe observes cooly as he examines the ruined spice remains.
The kobold stands, brushing his hands on his armored coat.
"Next door?"
Nahuatl ti simply nods.