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"I'm not eager to go there, but we haven't found Jacra or that spell book of hers yet. And I think the graveyard is the only place we haven't looked. I hate having gone through the trouble of coming here just to return empty handed." Ernie chews on his lip pensively. "But maybe we're best off leaving while we still can. I'm not going to ask anyone to risk their lives further."
After going back to the bridge, Ernie looks back behind him and says "I'm probably going to regret saying this, but maybe we should take a look at the graveyard up on the hill."
Ernie treats himself next, if the party stops to heal
Ernie stops to patch up Gregoth's wounds.
Ernie dodges through the zombies as he struggles to start his steam powered weapon.
He curses as the weapon doesn't start, then decided to just swing away without starting it.
"I agree, we're probably doomed whichever way we take. But when in doubt, always go left," Ernie growls.
Ernie ignites a torch, then heads down behind Andagard and Gregoth, with his mechanised drill in one hand and a burning torch in the other.
Ernie chuckles. "Good thing I don't believe in spirits and souls, then." Ernie does a thorough search of the house, even looking behind the book shelves for hidden doors.
"Lets keep an out for that bird. Bet it'll be a raven going by the name that Jacra gave it." Ernie looks down the narrow hole in the floor. "Do you think we'd fit down there?"
"I don't think we made it to the wizard Jacra's house before night fell. Let's at least check that building out before we go."
Ernie consults his journal as he makes his entry for the day. "Wait a second....We were supposed to look for a spell book while we were here if we couldn't find any survivors. Does anyone remember finding a spell book?"
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Ernie consults his journal as he makes his entry for the day. "Wait a second....We were supposed to look for a spell book while we were here if we couldn't find any survivors. Does anyone remember finding a spell book?"
"We might be kicking at the old proverbially hornet's nest if we start looking for where these undead come from. We're lucky to be alive, I think we should keep it that way. I think we should grab the cat and that chest we couldn't get open and get out of here. But if you insist on hunting for trouble, I won't let you go alone."
Ernie takes out his extratonator and the medical tools inside and also helps with stitching up wounds.
Ernie is alarmed when he sees how sick Gregoth is looking. "This man needs medical attention, but perhaps most importantly he is going to need a safe place to rest. Lets grab everything valuable we found and get out of here."
Ernie steps back and readies his blade.
Ernie attempts to hook his sword around the husk zombie's legs before finishing it off with his sword.
This time when the horde swarms forward, Ernie is ready and leaps out of the way as they reach out to grab him.
Ernie moves up to Gregoth and starts stitching up the wounded warrior.
The spool holding the stitching thread tangles up and fails to close up any of Gregoth's wounds. Cursing, Ernie steps up to the door and swings at the husk zombie in the doorway.
Ernie takes a step up to Gregoth and applies the searing heat of his steam powered weapon to the warrior's wounds.
Then Ernie lobs the alchemist fire in his hand over the head of the zombie in the doorway and into the crowded horde behind it.
Ernie shoves some of the zombies back with a kick and ends up with some bruising instead of being crushed by their weight. His blade lets out a gust of steam as he starts it up and starts slashing through the pack.
No worries at all!
Ernie gets ready for the next assault, with his steam powered cutting blade in one hand and one of the alchemist fire flasks in the other. "We might not make it out of here today but I'm going to take as many of these meatbags down as I can before I fall!"
[b]"No, get you're blasted holy symbol out of my face,"[b] Ernie protests, but he's too weak to do anything about his allies using divine healing on him.
The healing bit is helpful, but Ernie is a freakin' inventor, so it makes sense for him to concentrate on fortifications. He does lose some minor benefits when he gets divine healing, but I think its a worthwhile sacrifice at this point in the night.
"Hrrrrrppppp," is the only sound that Ernie can muster in response to Andagard.
Ernie moves along the wall until he is flanking one of the big zombies with Gregoth. His blade whirrels and sputters steam as he attempts to carve the behemoth up like a Harvest festival turkey.
"Yes, I need some fresh air! You cannot possibly fathom how much it stinks being surrounded by these walking bags of offal!"
Ernie realizes he is trapped in the corner and the only way out is through the zombies. He starts up his steam powered blade and starts cutting through the damaged normal sized one first.
Ernie pulls some bandages out his extactonator, letting the machine patch up his smashed arm.
Then as the machine works at stiching and bandaging his wounds up, he turns the weapon on full blast and releasing a blast of steam that burns everything within five feet.
Ernie moves on to boarding up the stairs again. "Good work everyone. We just need this to hold for a little bit longer."
Ernie uses his extractonor to sear Knight Night's wounds shut. The tool manages to fix some of the bears wounds before creaking to a stop. Cursing under his breath, Ernie pulls out his tools and recalibrates his invention.
Then Ernie starts boarding up the northern window again with any supplies that have been gathered.
Ernie drives the blade of his extractonator right into the zombies in front of him. He grimly grips the whirling blade as it neatly slices through the rotting flesh and bone.
Ernie steps through the doorway to aid Knight Knight who is getting swarmed, spinning his steam powered weapon at the neck of one of the zombies. "Anda, you don't mind cleaning up in here, do you? We don't want to let our little bear get eaten."
Ernie starts up his weapon and swings it at the zombie in front of him.
Ernie grabs one of his javelins and waits in silence to see if the figures approach.
"Gregoth, I recognize that you are understandably worried about dying of fire and smoke, but that is why we have these big barrels of water here," Ernie says, slapping the side of one of the barrels. Ernie helps Zeldana finish up barricading the window.
If he has time, he'll make some makeshift fire bombs by stuffing strips of bedsheets inside the bottles of anise alcohol.
"Don't worry too much about barricading those stairs," he suggests. "That's the staircase with the burning tar and the fire trap."
Ernie smiles when he sees Gregoth come in to help him reinforce the stairs. "Its going to be hard for them to get up that stairwell and they're going to have a nasty surprise if they try."
"I hate the idea of burning books, but we could make a trap by piling them up somewhere and coating them in oil."
Ernie coats the staircase in the west room with the sticky burning tar, then covers as much of the floor around the base of that staircase with the rest of the tar. After this, he blocks the staircase with the furniture found downstairs and then douses the makeshift barricade with oil. And for the final piece, he carefully places one of the alchemist's fire flasks so that if the barricade is messed with it will get crushed by the shifting furniture.
He giggles maniacally as he pours oil all over one of the sofas found downstairs.
Once he's finished barricading the stairs and turning it into a fire trap, he starts barricading the windows in the central room with wood planks. Ernie makes sure to leave so small gaps that are just large enough to fire a bow or drop a flask of oil through.
"Hmmm...I remember that we found some oil. We could make some fires that would give us visibility when they start swarming the walls, or we could jury rig some kind of trap with it."
Ernie doesn't have much to add about the scene, except mumbling "more poor souls, putting their faith in an absent god." "I concur that the manor is probably a place as any to make our stand tonight. At least we know the walls are solid there. Let's gather up everything we've found and come up with a plan for setting up defenses."
"Mmmmm...smells like an alchemical accelerant. My guess is that they tried to start a fire and it got away from them."
Ernie pokes around in the ruins, looking for anything that might have survived the fire. "You're right, this place has seen better days," he responds, kicking some debris out of the way.
Ernie looks up at the sky and tries to make a quick guess at how much time they have before night catches up to them. "We don't want to be like the others; all things equal we'd like to be alive like you tomorrow morning. Maybe you could give some tips about what you're doing right to still be alive?"
Ernie opens up his shirt to expose his chest. "Look at me carefully. Do you see the see how my chest rises and falls as I breathe? The dead don't do that. And look at our eyes. Nice and bright. There is none of the clouding that happens upon death. And look, when I pinch my skin it turns white, then the pink returns when I release it. That shows that blood is flowing through my body." Ernie wiggles his arms and does a little jig. "Doesn't look like rigor mortis has set in yet either." Ernie continues pointing out indicators that he and his allies are alive until the survivor seems convinced or until someone else steps in.
Ernie pulls some levers on the autodoc and the weapon begins to hum and emit a cloud of steam as the prongs and blades spin rapidly. "Gregoth, this is going to sting a bit!" he warns before applying the smoking tool to his wounds.
The autodoc manages to stitch up some of the paladin's wounds before a small explosion causes the gears to slam to a halt. "Damn gears...Alright I'm going in!" Ernie pushes past Gregoth to get next to the yellow zombie, swinging his blade at the undead corpse as hard as he can.
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