After regaining consciousness, Booker steadies himself and takes out the zombie assaulting his savior!
The biggest zombie turns slowly and tries to redirect his momentum towards the group. Standing over his compatriot's corpse, he barely reaches Booker and raises his fists to smash him back down.
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◆Interact (to give admi to Booker)
◆Stride
◆Covered Reload.
Zindarel almost spills the potion as she gives it to Booker. "Sorry, I am not as good at this as Doc," she says as she hurries off to get into postion.
Doc, wincing from the sting in her back attempts to break free from the back of her coat being grabbed by twirling around to face her assailant [Purple Oval] directly.
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Zinderal gives Booker a needed boost and gets into position.
As the fighting continues the flames keep spreading quickly throughout the theatre.
Doc tries to escape the clawed hand grabbing her coat, but fails to dislodge her.
Doc breaks free of the grab, (◆Interact) bends down to grab both of her guns, lifting the one loaded weapon in hand, unleashing the fire from her dragon mouth pistol.
◆Strike
The one-two shot from Doc and Zakzak slashes the hexeren from both sides. The zombies nearest to her get blasted with shrapnel as well and look like they're about to drop. As she goes to stab her dagger into Doc she starts to clutch her wounds, long gashes from the shrapnel of cutlery starts to glow with the same sickly purple light as the other one. She screams out in frustration more than pain as another wave of negative energy bursts from her body. "NOOOoooo!!!!"
As the wave of energy washes outward and the hexeren collapses into an unmoving heap, the group holds their breath for a moment waiting for the other zombies to fall like dominoes. Unfortunately it appears that their hope was misplaced. It may have ended the ritual and prevented more zombies from appearing, but the poor souls already zombified are still as ravenous as ever even without their leader.
Both the remaining zombies appear to have some of their wounds healed as the negative energy washes over them. Healing even as they are assaulted with forks and spoons. They both continue grasping out to gnaw on Doc!
Even as black grabs and bruises Doc, she is still able to fend off the second zombie.
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(Need fort save DC20)
(Need fort save DC20)
(Need fort save DC20)
(Need fort save DC20)
Booker fends off the negative energy as he swings at the middle zombie. He falls back and pulls out a healing potion.
Doc and Zakzak get blasted by the brunt of the force since they were so close to the slain hexeren. Zakzak's noble sacrifice helped to bring her down, but now it's up to the other three. Booker, heavily wounded steels himself against the negative energy and doesn't appear to be affected, though concentrating so hard made it too difficult to get a clean hit in on any of the zombies still clawing at them.
Big Greenie is torn on whether to follow his retreating quarry or to try and snack on the one still standing next to him.
He decides he still wants a piece of the big man and lumbers behind the counter.
But fails to connect with the gunslinger standing up on the bartop!
While the huge zombie is focused on Booker, Zinderal takes the opportunity to make two well-placed shots.
Zakzak is bleeding out slumped over a barstool. Booker and Doc are heavily wounded. Zindarel is entirely focused on sniping from behind the bar.
It's now round 6!
!!! The flames are spreading more quickly. A chandelier crashes from the ceiling onto one of the tables, throwing sparks and embers everywhere. The bar is starting to fill up with acrid smoke. It is making it much harder to see and to breathe.
<need fort saves from everyone>
(Need a recovery check)
As her friends help clear out more of the undead, Doc is briefly pleased to see they're making some headway, but then remembers imminent doom from overwhelming fumes permeating the air... and the sight of ZakZak fainting. Realizing she doesn't have enough space for forward momentum to slide across the bar, she retreats around the front of the bar, reloading Problem and Solution, hopefully for one last time this cursed night, and opens fire with Solution at the beast next to Booker.
◆Stride
◆Dual Weapon Reload
◆Strike (at Big Green)
Doc makes a tactical retreat and takes a shot at green, piercing his thick sickly green skin. It's taken a beating but still appears ready to smash anything it can get its hands on.
The zombies move up, stumbling almost blindly through overturned chairs and attempt to snack on Zindarel.
(Need fort save)
(Need fort save)
(Need fort save)
With his eyes burning from the smoke, Booker dumps the contents of the healing potion into ZakZak.
He then cuts at the big Zombie.
Booker pours some much needed healing into Zakzak's unconscious mouth then makes two quick swings at the big zombie, almost too-easily severing its head from its shoulders!
Then Zindarel steps back and takes a clean shot at one of the last remaining zombies. Her bullet finds the center of the eyes as the zombie's head explodes outward. Fortunately the smoke conceals much of the disgusting image.
The zombie move up, stumbling apparently singularly focused on munching on Zindarel! It doesn't even notice Zakzak beginning to stir and regain consciousness.
Several rafters from the ceiling fall down into the raging inferno of the south end of the theatre. The heroes are finding less and less fire-free space to stand. The smoke getting much thicker as the beams fall and send debris and cinders everywhere. The theatre may not be standing much longer!
Doc takes a shot with Solution at the last zombie, albeit half-heartedly as the fire and her roughed up friends were quickly becoming higher priority. Dropping her guns she immediately began administering attention on Zakzak, and then tries the same with Zindarel in hopes she too doesn't lose consciousness.
◆Strike
◆Battle Medicine
◆Battle Medicine
As Zakzak's wounds get under control from Doc's expert administrations, he pops up and sends two clouds of shrapnel at the zombie. The first one appears to stagger the zombie and the second appears to sever its head from its stooped shoulders.
With the theatre a raging inferno and collapsing around them, the heroes make their way back outside, battered, coughing, covered in soot and entrails.
Sighing, Booker looks at the other end of the bar where he dropped his Dwarven scattergun before making his way to the back door.
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Zindarel feels the smoke in her eyes and nose and realizes this building won't be standing much longer.Putting her gun on her back she runs toward the exit and barrel rolls outside. Landing on one knee she quickly pulls her rifle out again and scans the remaining zombies to see if they still wanted to cause trouble.
Doc could not hear her own sigh of relief amidst the roaring flames after the last of the zombies fell. At this point, she was running on adrenaline and instinct. Grabbing Problem and Solution off the floor, she followed the rest of the group outside the back door just as rafters were buckling and coming down behind them, finding a spot to find some solace and a moment to check over everyone to ensure no one was bleeding out further.
As the heroes all make it outside, a blast of cool fresh night air greets each of them. A few shambling zombies in the square prove little trouble for the already experience zombie slayers.
The theatre burns and crackles behind you as the city appears to quiet down. In the distance, the occasional gunshot and barking command can be heard shattering the still night air. Patrons from the Powder Horn begin making their way out onto the street to survey the damage. Rickard and Maggie Thuss emerge from the gunnery, Rickard holding a heavy pistol in one hand and the leash of an old brindle dog in the other, Maggie carrying a mop, bucket, and a determined air as she surveys the gore-stained neighborhood. As the bartender Martelle emerges from the Powder Horn and waves to the heroes, a sharp whistle pierces the night. A squad of shieldmarshals led by a woman with a closely shaved head and wearing a leather duster fall into formation along the road between the Scothwel residence and the theater house.
“Pardon me,” the woman calls out in a voice that doesn’t seem particularly concerned with whether she’s pardoned or not. “I am Sergeant Kashenvale with the shieldmarshals of Alkenstar! Can anyone tell me what happened here?” As the eyes of the night’s survivors turn towards the ragged group of heroes who fought through the zombie legions, Sergeant Kashenvale follows their gaze. With a wry smile, she raises a hand in greeting. “Seems like perhaps you’re the ones who did our job while we were otherwise occupied? Come along then, you’ll need to file a report if I’m to get you a commendation and some payment for your efforts.” As she finishes the statement, Sergeant Kashenvale begins directing her soldiers about the square, dispatching some to take statements from witnesses and others to assist in cleaning up and locating the missing.
Doc, needed a laugh... and that drink and never got served hours before. She chuckled at Zakzak's falling over and assured everyone, "He'll be fine. Tell me, Sergeant, is there any inn that can still serve patrons tonight? We're gonna need it to clean this goo and soot off too..."
Sergeant Kashenvale takes your statements about the night’s events, calmly noting everything you have to say. Once the you've finished your account, Kashenvale asks "Excellent job tonight folks, if you'd come with me back to the station house we can sort the rest of this out and get you your rewards." She notices a slight hesitation in Doc and adds, "Don't worry, this isn't some trap and we'll ignore any current pending warrants for the time being, it wouldn't do to go around arresting good samaritans."
Once at the station house, Kashenvale provides each of you with a formal commendation for your services on behalf of the people of Alkenstar. Kashenvale explains, "This commendation includes free room and board at any of our city’s shieldmarshal barracks, exemption from punishment for any past (but not future) misdemeanors committed within the city limits, and-" pause for dramatic effect "-a one-time bounty of 100 gold pieces for each of you."
With such a princely sum in hand, you are free to pursue whatever interests within Alkenstar, or even charter an expedition into the Mana Wastes or beyond! What will you do with your rewards?