Kwan Tai grips his hammer tightly. "Just tell me how to kill them."
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Kwan Tai feels himself failing, but that just drags rage and determination from deep in the weary veteran's moth-eaten soul. Ignoring the remaining traces of poison in his body, he smashes back against the spider with every ounce of might remaining to him!
Tai sucks in an agonized breath, then pulls himself to his full height and roars at the spider, trying to trigger some innate flight response while he smashes into it with all his might!
"But it's- It's my sense that- Silence!"
Kwan Tai hefts his polearm, giving a sidelong glance at Hooli. "Hmmp. I had thought senseless chatter was an affliction borne just by you, yet here this undead wretch lets foolishness fall from its maw alongside the filth."
Kwan Tai reluctantly trusts Hooli to manage the ceremonial aspects, but there is no way he can allow the tea to be brewed to anything but perfection.
Kwan Tai nods, "This place cannot be as endless as it seems..."
"Of course. My only need for them would be in entertaining."
"They haunted the soup?" Kwan Tai glares suspiciously at Hooli. "Truly? This is not one of your tricks?"
"Your reserves will mark our hours more surely than any treacherous sun. Call for a rest when you will, I will endure till then."
Kwan Tai spares a moment to consider the silver shortsword at his belt, but decides that his familiarity with his hammer will win out.
"It is foolish to blaspheme so. Divine wrath may fall upon you in any number of forms."
Kwan Tai nods curtly. "I do not fear such burdens."
With a snort at the monk's choice to ignore him, Kwan Tai hastens to correct its mistake, swinging his polearm in a brutally swift orbit to hammer the flailing corpse over and over, battering it back from Li Jie!
Kwan Tai snatches up his hammer, strides over to flank the abhorrent thing and swings the spike of his polearm into the zombie with all his might!
Tai, hauls himself back to his feet, moving by reflex before his mind catches up to his revivified frame. Rather than stoop towards his polearm, he heft's Ugly Cute's Gift before him, covering while he swigs down another potion.
Kwan Tai grunts in pain and surprise, smashing around himself with his hammer to try to gain some distance.
[ooc]You said 'before they could react' when they moved up close to Kwan Tai, but just in case that was poetic license...
So long as we can find the other statues, these need not be the last questions we ask. Kwan Tai thinks to himself. However, the idea of somehow indicating a question in the Tien language, which still comes to him with thought rather than instinct impels him to still his tongue until all questions are answered.
"Pah! Do you think such foolishness will ensnare me?!" Kwan Tai bellows in outrage, pinning and tearing at the sheets in a grim fury.
"Damnit Li Jie, get back in the fight!" Tai bellows. Loose sheets seem hard to crush, so he shifts his grib to impale them with the spike of his longhammer.
Kwan Tai is silent a long while. "I mislike this greatly. There can be no proof for such a claim, but neither did she seem to speak in falsehood or from mere guesswork..." He shakes his head to hide a shudder. "I cannot grasp it; it's a snare that cannot be seen or even felt. What cruelty of gods or lesser beings has gone into the choice of a year, or what brutal remove from our sentiment... "I don't- I do not know what way to go when the arrow of time is crooked."
"Then let us work quickly before night falls and new horrors approach."
Kwan Tai grunts, "I can make good use of this." Suiting action to words, he attaches the ghostbane fulu to the haft of his hammer before joining the others.
Now in the relative safety of the shore, Tai continues pelting the hag.
Kwan Tai hauls himself out of the rushing river, and starts fishing rope out of his pack. Xiung-Lau is on the stairs; Li Jie is a mighty swimmer; Hooli... With a sigh he throws the rope to her and strains to pull her in.
"Hells, keep your torments for the failures, not for us," Kwan Tai breathes. Kwan Tai pulls out his sling, unloads it with a desultory throw at the hag, and then plunges into the water, though he makes little headway as yet...
Kwan Tai's armor saves him from the worst of the storm, but the howling wind and slick rope keep him from moving the raft far...
"Only behind such tests does anything of true value lie." Kwan Tai shouts, setting aside his longhammer as he prepares to haul at the raft.
"These foes are beneath us! Simply crush them," Kwan Tai scoffs, suiting actions to words.
Kwan Tai strikes an stance that imparts an awful dread to his already fearsome appearance... [ooc]Crit! Tai's marshal's aura increases to a 20-foot emanation, and it grants him and allies a status bonus to damage rolls equal to the number of weapon damage dice of the unarmed attack or weapon you are wielding that has the most weapon damage dice. When he or an ally in the aura critically hits an enemy with a Strike, that enemy is frightened 1.
But it is all too clear that the obnoxious skulls have yet to be impressed.
"Already will the mourning for my death be brief. Bring Kugaptee forth if you dare."
"Long have I known that the sun has no good taste." Kwan Tai gripes good naturedly.
As a seasoned campaigner, Kwan Tai is quick to set up shelter whenever the opportunity arises.
A grim smile plays behind the faceplate of Kwan Tai's helm as the undead keep stumbling forward in disarray. Hammering their every error mercilessly he strives to keep them both off balance and at arm's length.
Kwan Tai batters the undead as they close, smoldering with rage and much more literally with the fire he's been set on. As the burning bodies crowd around him, he slams his hammer into the one that Hooli has terrified, whirling on another and hammering it farther back before taking a careful step back away to force them to advance again to surround him.
Kwan Tai sets his stance and whips his hammer across the closest undead as he gives a baleful glare.
Kwan Tai oddly seems more cheerful as the weather turns horrid. This at least is a hardship that he understands. "Let us examine the shrine. Whatever spirit controls this place may tell us much."
Kwan Tai bares his teeth. "How hideous then will her sister be?"
With not much technique, but with a great deal of enthusiasm for ending this horror, Kwan Tai clobbers the fiend!
Kwan Tai flails, but is unable to clobber the small child that is apparently his nemesis.
Kwan Tai's bold movements may serve to inspire, but the sudden dissolution of the girl's form into monstrosity leaves him of uncertain where exactly to swing...
"Ah." Kwan Tai hefts his hammer and immediately rounds on the penanggalan, ready to strike!
Kwan Tai looks up at Hooli suspiciously "What? How long could a girl her age have been out here?"
"Fine, girl. Come with us." Kwan Tai reaches out a hand for her to take.
"Still yourself girl. There is danger about."
Kwan Tai pins the mandragora to the earth as it attempts to rise!
Kwan Tai isn't able to shake off his lingering sickness, but he doesn't even bother to try removing the grasping creature from himself, just choking up on his polearm to impale the nuisance!
Kwan Tai grits his teeth through the auditory assault, his grim determination inspiring his companions to fight on, and he takes that advice himself, plunging the speartip of his longhammer into his assailant.
Kwan Tai flails about himself crushing leeches with every swing and stomp in a fighting retreat.
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