"I have no use for the oil. I would probably fall to the ground before I'd be giving a chance to take a healing potion. So maybe one of the more sturdier of us should carry those? This magical trinket, though. Since we cannot identify it yet I think that for most arcane Castro among us should keep it.". Shemar smiles warmly.
Sébastien nods in agreement to Shemar about the items. The bard then glances at the door upstairs.
Perhaps, we explore downstairs for now. I am depleted of spells, except cantrips.
"I have no wish to tingle that in ghost again. Unless we went over way to get rid of it."
Do we do a religion check? Can we?
"Kill off them zombies and maybe the ghost can rest in peace?" speculates Boros. "I'm game to go down."
"I'm all in favor of avoiding that ghost. Down sounds good to me."
"Well then, down it is! Come on Tor lets go see what new terrors await us in this place!"
He tries to sound flippant, but you can easily see the boy is nervous! Maybe even scared!!
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The group decides to cover their tracks and explore the lower levels first. They return down the stairs to the gathering room, out to the entrance hall, and down the first set of stairs they encountered.
As Boros leads the way down, he is offended by the familiar smell of rotting flesh and blood. With Danus's shield glowing behind him, he sees four figures shambling about a long dining table. They don't yet notice the sneaky halfling, but turn towards the light.
Completely unsurprised to find more zombies, Boros is ready to lay on the hurt!
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Descending down the stairs, the grateful bard was just thinking that it was certainly nice not to have to worry about his depleted spells.
F#@%ing zombies!
Boros slips into the room and catches the first zombie by surprise. His first attack misses, but the second guts the zombie, spilling viscera all over the floor.
Valkor moves up the left side of the room and visualizes himself as an avalanche tumbling down a mountain.
His boulder of s fist crushes into the zombie's skull, but his second strike misses. The zombie yet stands!
The zombie in the rear lurches towards Valkor, being unawares of Boros's presence.
Ooh! The zombie perviates our impervious monk. Flesh is torn, blood is spilled, and Valkor falls to the floor.
Moving forward and stepping over the body of the fallen Valkor to strike at the undead before him, and his faithful boar attacking the creature now beside him.
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Danus takes vengeance on Valkor's attacker. He really makes his first attack stick, cutting a deep gash across the zombie's rotten ribcage. The zombie yet stands!
Tor follows suit and helps finish off Boros's victim.
Coming out of his stupor, Shemar takes a step into the room, the better to see the shamblers. Targeting shambler 4 and shambler 2, he releases another jolt of electricity!
"Valkor has fallen!"
The zombie standing over Valkor falls in a sizzling heap.
The next closest zombie smokes, but yet stands! That zombie takes a step toward Boros and reaches for him.
Even though Boros tries to dodge the blow, the zombie catches him with bony fingers.
Boros yet stands!
The last zombie moves up and goes for Danus.
Danus, too, gets hit with a rotten fist!
Sébastien looks a bit guilty when his name is finally called. The halfling is seen preparing some sandwiches!
My turn already!?
Clearing the last bite from his throat, the bard begins Inspiring the team!
The bard then reaches out magically to bounce a sharp rock at the injured Zombie!
The rock strikes the zombie in the eye with a sickening squish. The zombie teeters, totters, looks like it may fall, but stays up.
Seeing how well the lightning did, dropping one of them completely, Shemar goes back to the well and zaps shamblers 2 and 3!
Feeling very good about himself, Shemar brings up a magic shield, just in case.
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Shemar zaps Boros's zombie into a quivering heap of smoldering flesh.
Danus's zombie continues to fight!
Danus swings again at the undead monster before him.
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Unable to strike the monster, Tor steps over to try and gore it!
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Tor shows Danus how it's done, goring into the zombies legs, the zombie falls over and a tusk through the skull finishes it off. That zombie just got Tor up!
Valkor lies unconscious beneath a twice dead zombie.
Shemar looks around for Sebastian. "Can you help Valkor?" He then nudges each of the shamlers in turn before looking to make sure that there are no other doors to this room that are open. Once that is done, he keeps his eye on the next door(s).
Moving over to the fallen Valkor, Danus removes a number of ingredients from a pouch and, crushing them together with a liberal amount of saliva, creates a poultice that he applies to the wounds.
"There you go...that should help some."
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Sébastien sighs as he watches Danus treating the fallen Valkor.
That would be his area of expertise. Mine is more in the inspiring realm than in the healing one.
"Ah, my mistake. Welcome back, Valkor. We have destroyed these walking dead."
Boros rubs his latest wound, wondering if we was going to get diseased from those rotten claws. "Didn't sign up fer this crap," he complains, before checking out the zombies and the dining room table for anything interesting.
Danus helps Valkor back onto his feet. Valkor, I'm sure, thanks him.
Looking about the room, it appears to be a mess hall. A long wooden table occupies the center of the room, and toppled wooden benches, broken plates, and rotting food scattered across the tabletop and floor suggest a fierce struggle took place here, long before you arrived and took down the zombies. Among the scattered debris, Shemar finds a bronze tankard engraved with the image of two hippogriffs, and a palm sized figurine of a bear whittled from pinewood. Boros finds an iron key hanging from the belt on one of the zombies.
A plain wooden door leads west. A heavy heavy wood door with iron bands leads east.
Sébastien smiles at the sorcerer. The halflimg then begins to focus on the room.
Things certainly do not look good at Silverpine Watch. What are we to do about a zombie infested keep?
The bard glances at the injured monk.
Are you ok?
"Well, zombies we can certainly deal with. We might need to get a specialist in for that ghost! As for this and this, well, zombies hardly have a need for them now do they?" Shemar finishes, putting the tankard and figurine in his pack.
"We can sort those out latter. Boros, looks like you've found our key to victory. Shall we try the less assuming door to the west first? Maybe we can hear the tell tale sound of zombie moans from the other side."
Shemar puts an ear to the door, but hears no sound. However, it smells of rotting food, moreso than in the dining hall.
"You mean this thing?" Boros replies to Shemar as he holds the iron key. "Just hopin' it opens a treasury or somethin'." He tucks it away and gets his daggers back up.
"This smells like the kitchen maybe. It stinks something horrible. Perhaps we open the door to check it out before leaving the stench."
Sébastien hefty his shield and readies to see what's behind the plain wooden door leads west.
"Well unless we want to go outside, I guess it is into the kitchen I suppose!?"
The young warrior moves towards the door and grips the latch.
"We all ready?"
Once everyone announces their are ready, he opens the door.
"Ready."
Shemar moves away from the door, on top of the chair table If possible, and readies an electric jolt to fry at least a couple of the rats. Maybe it'll scare the rest of them off."
"Ready," agrees Boros.
Danus throws open the door to find an empty kitchen. A large wooden chopping block sits near the center of the room, with the rotting remains of a hunk of meat. A cluttered, wooden cabinet stands on the northern wall, and a large cooking cauldron hangs in the cold fireplace. A few roaches scatter to the dark corners and cracks in the masonry, but nothing else stirs.
A simple wooden door leads south.
"With the stench, I was expectin' zombie," mentions Boros at the sight of the rotting hunk of meat. He figures to have a look around for anything of interest, though he wasn't expecting much.
Boros finds an engraved drinking horn amid the cluttered cabinet.
"Where do you think this door leads? Maybe the zombie chief!!?"
The youth gives a nervous giggle as he moves to the door and listens.
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Sébastien peers further about the kitchen. The halfling does cover his nose and mouth with his cloak.
He then readies to explore the simple wooden door south.
Just an ever increasing stench of rot, otherwise quiet.
"Hmm. Awfully quiet after that last rush. Door to the south, then." Shemar says, a little on edge.
Boros checks inside the horn for a drink!
But then it's back to business. "I like quiet, as long as it means there's no bad guys."
And unless anything seems amiss, Boros opens the door!
Boros puts an ear to the door. He hears the faint sound of something moving within.