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"I agree with Edmund; we should stick together. " Dante turns to the dwarf. "Bartender, who led them?" The dwarf points to the caster who cast both silence spells and was wearing the circlet of persuasion. "Tarken, can you keep him alive? Unconscious is good for now."
Dante frowns. “Lugen did not mention Sydney to me at all. Glifdore?” The dwarf shakes his head.
Dante nods. "Same"
Dante closes the door. He pauses for a second, then removes his helmet and sets it on the table. “Before he was executed, Lugen sent me a message. I believe that Glifdore, the dwarf nods, “and Edmund also received a message. Please discuss. ” He starts to sit and then stops. “I don’t remember the words well, Edmund or Glifdore?”
Dante shrugs off the loss of his sword and swings at the zombie with his gauntlet. His attack too, is ineffective.
Rolls:
Dante's attack on the zombie in front of him is devastating and horrific. His long sword cuts the zombie completely in half, felling two undead halves to either side. His second attack is not nearly as effective. The armored man tries to bring his sword around to the next zombie but it is stuck in the ground form his last attack and the sword is pulled from his hands.
Dante grunts, but doesn't chide Payk a second time, he's too focused on his own defense. Dante's focused attacks bring down two more zombies, creating bulwark of undead bodies around himself. attacks:
Dante curses at Payk, or at least what seems like a curse in the muffled helmet. No games, just fight. He follows his own advice, strafing left to stab at a zombie watching Payk, and then pulling stab into a backhanded swing. rolls:
The first zombie falls, but the second is able to turn just enough to not catch a slash across the front.
Not being mutilated by the zombies right away might have been inspiring, but Dante's charge certainly was. Moving steadily down the grassy alley, Dante raises his sword and slashes across the gut of the zombie that attack Ursus, spill gore and maggots all of the ground. The slash distracts the zombie next to him, and he pivots, thrusting his sword forward into the second zombies stomach. In less than a second the armored man had taken down two of them.
Dante has no such reservations, though the zombies probably wish he would. He surges by the elf and lady, his long sword gripped in two hands.
Dante's sword rips through the zombies gut, spilling gore onto the cobblestones and his armor. The zombie gives a futile swipe back and collapses to the ground.
“” The billowing voice comes from a man leaning against a side of the tavern. The sound hangs in the tavern, deep in its tone and haunting in its timbres. The voice matches the man, who even leaning against a wall is towering. His ornate black full-plate is lined with yellow trim. Horns adorn the helmet that covered his face, with only a slit for the man to see through. As ornate as the armor was, it was also equally used. A matching shield, with a dragon in yellow relief, hung from the back of a chair next to the man. The lady next to Payk giggles again at a not-so-hushed comment*. Alden diligently scribbles down Dante - Private on the sheet. Glifdore is more curious, “And what do you do Dante?” In response the man clicks open the latch on a longsword sheath resting on his hip. Glifdore swallows. “Right. Er, good, now then, who else. Quickly now.” *Payk’s Whisper Perc DC 1: It looks like the dragon on his shield at him up and spit him out.
“” The billowing voice comes from a man leaning against a side of the tavern. The sound hangs in the tavern, deep in its tone and haunting in its timbres. The voice matches the man, who even leaning against a wall is towering. His ornate black full-plate is lined with yellow trim. Horns adorn the helmet that covered his face, with only a slit for the man to see through. As ornate as the armor was, it was also equally used. A matching shield, with a dragon in yellow relief, hung from the back of a chair next to the man. The lady next to Payk giggles again at a not-so-hushed comment*. Alden diligently scribbles down Dante - Private on the sheet. Glifdore is more curious, “And what do you do Dante?” In response the man clicks open the latch on a longsword sheath resting on his hip. Glifdore swallows. “Right. Er, good, now then, who else. Quickly now.” *Payk’s Whisper Perc DC 1: It looks like the dragon on his shield at him up and spit him out. |
