The goblin cringes as the waltzing zombie uses its knife as a makeshift club to inflict bludgeoning damage to Zindarel (LOL).
Zakzak pulls out his other weapon and shots at the creature, hitting it in the arm. The undead is pointing his blunt knife at a small goblin cursing him.
Booker uses the sword in an odd manner and hits the undead twice.
Zindarel moves away shooting on the way, but she only hits the wall.
Round 3 - Eating a bag of chips during the 2nd act (Bold can go)
Booker
Zakzak -2
Zindarel -8
Doc -8
Zombie white
Walzing undead red -20
Graveyard:
Walzing undead blue -30
Zombie dashed black
Some other looking Zombie green
Zombie dotted red
Zombie black
Doc turns and fires Solution at the zombie next to her.
She then stabs it with the bayonet on Problem.
Then she reloads Problem.
Doc turns around and shoots the zombie in the head, the particles splashing on the furniture. Then she tries to stab the falling body with her bayonet but she misses entirely.
The last undead moves towards Doc and Zakzak, the soft voice can be heard as the creature waves its exceptionally blunt dagger and its rotting flesh begin to heal
Then the creature attacks with the knife Zakzak
But the creature misses the small goblin
Round 4 - It ain't over till the fat undead sings (Bold can go)
Booker
Zakzak -2
Zindarel -8
Doc -8
Waltzing undead red -19
Graveyard:
Walzing undead blue -30
Zombie dashed black
Some other looking Zombie green
Zombie dotted red
Zombie black
Zombie white
Doc hustles to the elf's side and slaps a bandage on Zindarel's wound. She then fires her dueling pistol at the last undead, but misses by a country mile.
"Thanks, Doc!"
Zindarel reloads as quickly as she can, and fires again.
She's too worried about accidentally hitting Zakzak that she misses wide right. She quickly reloads again.
Zakzak ducks as the waltzing undead tries to club him with its dagger. "Eeek! Zakzak not wanna dance with you!" In a slight panic, he slams another round into the Piercing Wind and shoots.
Before the smoke has cleared, he more carefully reloads and fires again.
Booker reloads his gunsword with a flourish and fires again.
He then loads another bullet into the chamber and readies to fire a fourth time if the waltzing undead still hasn't died.
Zoc patched Zindarel and fired over the undead's head to distract it. Zindarel did the same following the Doc's lead.
The first Zakzak shot took the undead down, the body have fallen to the ground, dead. But then the creature began to rise again, Zakzak's second shot send it to the ground again. The creature died again since you never die enough. And again the hand raised and Booker took a shot to keep the creature down.
The wave of necromantic energy explodes from the fallen bodies
As you think that it is over, you hear that someone or something is hitting the doors. You also see undead breaking the windows
Round 5 - It ain't over till the fat undead sings (Bold can go)
Booker Will save DC20
Zakzak -2 Will save DC20
Zindarel Will save DC20
Doc -8 Will save DC20
Horde of the undead
Zindarel focuses on the ones breaking through the windows, losing focus on the exploding one. She'll fire her weapon at Blue Dashed (far northwest corner, 1st range increment!) ◆.
She ducks behind the table, reloading ◆. Then she scoots a little further under the table, Hiding ◆.
"Did we do it?" Doc asks no one in particular. "I mean, was this where it started? And did we end it?"
The wave of necromantic energy smashes against the iron will of the goblin's mind and...
...the iron melts under the impact. Zakzak drops the Piercing Wind and grabs at his head as the pain floods through his brain. "Owwwsiees!"
He recovers quickly and spots the zombies trying to get through the windows. "Shoo zombies! Zombies not hear? Show closed on opening night." But it was obvious that no number of bad reviews were going to keep this crowd away from the theater. Zakzak whips out his spoon gun, quickly loads it up with more knives and shoots it at the nearest zombie. "<Boom!>"
Zakzak yanks on the knob at the back of his gun. "Krang, Snick!" Grabs a few more knives from his pocket and pours them into the end of the barrel.
Zindarel takes a shot agains one of the Zombies and hits them but does not kill. Then she reloads and hides.
Zakzak pulls out the Spoon Gun and takes a shot, similarly hitting the target but not dropping it.
Doc hopes that it is over, but why do the Zombies keep comming.
Round 5 - It ain't over till the fat undead sings (Bold can go)
Booker Will save DC20
Zakzak -18
Zindarel -8
Doc -8 Will save DC20
Blue dashed Zombie -3
Solid black Zombie -9
White dashed Zombie -6
Red Dotted Zombie
Pink dashed zombie
Black Dashed Zombie
Green a bit different Zombie
Red a bit different zombie
White a bit different Zombie
Doc aim and fires, then reloads both pistols with deft, sure movements.
Booker's head starts to hurt at the waves of negative energy, but he shakes off the pain and starts to line up a shot instead.
Booker grumbles some as the undead start to get into the theatre. "For undead who left this place to go elsewhere, sure is odd that they're coming back and so insistently." He takes the gunsword and fires a shot at the zombie in black as he starts to close the distance, shoving another round into the chamber.
Doc's mental barriers are hammered heavily with the necromantic energy. However, she shakes it off quickly and shoots the zombie trying to climb through the window. Part of the hand is shot away from the window. But the creature keeps coming. Doc reloads both guns.
Booker uses his Gunsword and hits the creature right on its head as he was going in.
More and more zombies are finding their way through the windows. They fall to the ground with a loud noise like they broke something but soon they get up and start to head towards you. At the same time, three zombies keep bashing at the locked doors, and more and more wholes are becoming to shop
There is no telling, how long the doors would last!
Round 6 - It ain't over till the fat undead sings (Bold can go)
Booker -8
Zakzak -18
Zindarel -8
Doc -8
Blue dashed Zombie -3
Solid black Zombie -9
White dashed Zombie -6
Red Dotted Zombie
Pink dashed zombie
Green a bit different Zombie
Red a bit different zombie
White a bit different Zombie
The truly dead zombies
Black Dashed Zombie
Zindarel fires at White Dashed.
◆
She quickly reloads ◆, and fires again.
◆
With his now reloaded gun and Zindarel/Booker taking care of the nearest zombie, Zakzak rushes forward to get the next two zombies within easy range.
"<BOOM!>"
In one fluid motion, Zakzak then turns, slams another handful of knives into his spoon gun, pulls the knob back, and shoots the next zombie.
"<Krang, Snick! BOOM!>"
Doc hustles to the Zakzak's rear and shoves a bandage on the goblin's wound. She then fires her dueling pistol over his head at one of the zombies.
Booker strides up to the new zombie woman thing in the room and fires a shot at her.
After unloading the gunsword, he slams the flat of the weapon against the zombie and shoves it away as he loads a round into the weapon.
Zindarel takes some wild shots trying to force the zombie to duck for cover. But Zombie seems to be indifferent to the damage that you inflict. Zindarel first shot takes off part of the zombie's hand.
Zakzak takes two very good shots, making two heads explode.
Doc goes next to goblin and patches him up, trying to not get stabbed with his choice of ammunition. . Then she takes a shot with her pistol, sending the zombie to the wall, and he stays there.
Booker heads towards the window and shoots the zombie on the street, which he hits. But that zombie feels different. Like it is stronger and is dripping ichor.
At that time the doors break open. The 3 zombies move inside and one hits Zindarel
The fist hits Zindarel, leaving plenty of ichor on her.
The other zombie rolls through the window.
Round 7 - It ain't over till the plague zombie sings (Bold can go)
Booker -8
Zakzak
Zindarel -14 Fortitude Save DC18 vs Zombie Rot
Doc -8
Blue dashed Zombie -3
Black Dashed Zombie
Green a bit different Zombie
Red a bit different zombie
White a bit different Zombie -6
The truly dead zombies
Solid black Zombie -9
White dashed Zombie -6
Red Dotted Zombie
Pink dashed zombie
Zindarel feels the rot. She retreats, and reloads, and then fires at White.
Zakzak yips as his two shots take off the zombies' heads. "Wooo! Zombies not ahead today." He's already scrambling to reload when Doc comes up and patches him up. Zakzak sighs as the pain clears. "Zakzak feel good. Doc nice person. Zakzak not care what others say." He grins at her, exposing a mouth full of very sharp teeth.
He turns as the doors finally give way and the drippy zombie shambles in and attacks his friend. "Zin not look so good." He looks over at Doc. "Doc can fix, right? Doc nice person. "<Krang, Snick!>" Having finally reloaded, he points his gun at the zombie that had attacked Zindarel, and with a "This one for Zin," he fires. "<BOOM!>"
Deciding that perhaps he's a little too close to the advancing zombies for comfort, he high-tails across the room and ducks behind one of the tables. "Doc come too. Zin needs Doc"
Doc fires her big dragon mouth pistol then shouts in answer to the goblin. "I've done all I can for Zindarel,"Doc says, falling back in Zakzak's wake. "I'll look after her wounds when this is over."
Booker gives Zakzak a flat look. "Didn't you pick up a few potions back at the Scothwel's? You're probably more likely to be a help to Zindarel than Doc is. Doc only uses her fast acting medicine once a day cause it starts getting toxic otherwise. We lost Franklin that way... Or was it Olivine? Wait Franklin died to that runaway cannon."
Booker then raises his gun and fires a shot at green from across the room.
He loads another shot and fires a second time (at who ever is still standing.)
Zidarel feels the rot spreading, she moves away and takes a shot at the zombie nearest to the window. She sends the body rolling through the table.
Zakzak fires one for Zin, and the zombie gets shredded with a handful of steak knives. The body falls to the ground with different parts of it falling a few feet away.
Doc takes a shot at the green, her bullets hit the zombie square in the chest. But it keeps standing.
Booker takes two shots at the northmost zombie , and sends it at the table with the first shot, and finishes him with the other.
The two remaining zombies nod to each other and begin the pincer movement. When alive they must have played strategic games and the muscle memory kicked in. If only they could move faster, that would have been a massacre!
Round 8 - It ain't over till the plague zombie sings (Bold can go)
Booker -8
Zakzak
Zindarel -14 Zombie Rot stage 1 carrier with no ill effect (1 day); Can't be healed until the zombie rot is healed
Doc -8
Black Dashed Zombie
Green a bit different Zombie
The truly dead zombies
Red a bit different zombie -6
White a bit different Zombie -6
Blue dashed Zombie -3
Solid black Zombie -9
White dashed Zombie -6
Red Dotted Zombie
Pink dashed zombie
Zakzak watches as the zombies lumber towards his friend. He decides to target the one farthest away from Zindarel so as to spare her the indignity of getting clipped by friendly fire. "Zin watch out! Zombie near Zin. Zin run."
He points to the other zombie. "Zakzak shoot that one next. Booker watch out!"
Quickly reloading ("<Krang, Snick!>") he brings up his trusty gun. Aiming, he whispers to it, "Once more for daddy, okay?" and then he fires. "<BOOM!>"
Grabbing some knives from his pocket, and a adding a couple more that he finds on the table before him, he reloads his gun more carefully.
"<Boom!>"
"I'm not leaving you, Zakzak! But I'll ... tactically position myself distant."
Zindarel retreats behind the bar, reloads, and fires Black Dashed.
Zindarel, tactically falls back to a better position. WIth a nicely aimed shot she takes down the zombies.
When Booker moves away, Zakzak takes down the last zombie.
You look around, the stench of gore is becoming unbearable inside. As you walk to the street.
With the last of the zombies dealt with, a quiet hush begins to settle over the neighborhood. 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 the 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.
Zakzak isn't sure about reports and commendations, but the sound of payment perks him up. He hands Zindarel the potion in his hand. "Zin sick with zombie sickness. Potion not work while sick. Doc fix zombie sickness then potion work. Zakzak not wanna shoot Zin. Zakzak would be sad." Just in case, Zakzak reloads his spoon gun and keeps it close to hand.
Zindarel tries to bind her own wounds, but they don't seem to stop bleeding.
vs DC 18
Zindarel goes to sleep that night, feeling fine but asking Zakzak to keep watch. "If you need to shoot me, please use my own gun." She gives him some very specific instructions as to when he's allowed to shoot her and when he's not.
In the morning, she feels fine, and she's glad that he listened to her instructions carefully.
Zakzak stays up the whole night keeping an eye on Zindarel for any signs of impending zombiehood. He took careful aim with her mithral tree a couple of times when she made odd groaning noises, but otherwise watched quietly. In the morning he is ecstatic to see that she's recovered. "Ha ha! Zin all good again. Zakzak not shoot Zin. Zakzak happy. Now where Zin and Zakzak go?"
Doc certainly watches over Zindarel with Zakzak and steers clear when the goblin toys with the mithral tree. She'll make sure the elf is on her feet before she and Booker move on to their next score.
"You two take care of each other now. See you 'round."
"Come on, Book. Today's going to be a good day. I have a feeling."
Book nods at Doc and silently starts to follow her out. "Did anyone ever pick up those cards we were using?"
Once the two inseparable friends are back out on the open road heading to their next adventure, Zakzak pulls a deck of cards from one of his many pockets and shows it to Zindarel. He then opens his palm and let's the strong breeze riffle the deck and lift the cards into the air one at a time. With a grin on his face, Zakzak watches as they to go fluttering away into the wilderness.
"Stupid card game."