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I am so sorry for your loss. Take the time that you need and just keep us informed of what you want to do. We'll be here <3
No worries lizard wizard, I hope you'll be doing better soon <3
Viktor would nod, looking around at the others to see what they wished to do. There was a long yawn for a moment before he smiled and gave a roll of his shoulders. "I think I shall stay here today then. I am certain there will be things that I can help you move around with, get the place tidied and cleaned." It would be a good opportunity to take in what was the late professor's home, to learn more about the man who hired him time and time again and took him to such far and exotic locales. He would wave the rest of the group off as they went out about their day, Gunnar lazily sitting with Gregor and napping by the necromancer's feet. He would move with the lady throughout the house, tending to the heavy lifting and the cutting of additional firewood outside to refill the lumber pile. When he returned up to the library, where the young woman was sorting through books, he would clear his throat and step beside her. "I have to say, you've been taking this news very...solidly. There are many that wouldn't have the fortitude to keep pressing onwards so diligently." His voice remained low as he spoke, that soft nature of the warrior shining through again. Tentatively, he reached out to her shoulder and placed his hand upon it, his eyes searching hers for a moment before he spoke again. "I am not much more than a warrior, an experimental alchemist at best as well. I..I just want you to know that your father was one of the best I had ever met. If there is anything you need from me, do not hesitate to ask." He watches her carefully, trying to ensure that she was really alright and if she was holding things back, if that mask was cracking.
Viktor awakens the in the late morning, still upon the couch within the downstairs room, with Gunnar laying against him. With a gentle pet, the man stands up and enters into the dining room to enjoy breakfast with the others. "The fountain was left unbothered. I will wish to examine it one more night, just in case the suspect is nervous after hearing that one man was arrested for the crime." He murmurs, tiredly sitting in the chair nearby before yawning and grabbing a cup full of juice and a biscuit to nibble upon. Gunnar enters in as well, settling against the warrior's feet and falling asleep once again. "Two days is fine with me, perhaps sooner if at all possible. I'd like to get evidence of whatever is going on in there as quickly as possible." When Nostro offers protection to Kendra, Viktor nods in agreement with the man. Their main purpose here was to ensure the lady's safety above all else, it was their employer and friends's last wish. Once the others have departed, Viktor will look to the lady of the house and give a small nod to her. "If you require escort, Gunnar and I will be more than happy to protect you. We...are out of element here with research and book-reading, a good past-time but we are not scholars. Do you have any suggestions?"
"I welcome the company, Nostro. Always move in pairs, keeps one alive and safe for longer." Viktor would say after patting his mouth clean of the steak's juices, nodding at the man. "It'd give me time to get to know the man more, since we'll be together for a month it seems." His thoughts were interrupted as Ladruca made his points known, each of them important to discuss if he was to try and catch the dog murderer unaware. "Depends on the weather, my friend. I am hoping the clouds clear up tonight and that the moon is out. Should be enough to see what is going on, especially with both Gunnar and Nostro out with me." The thought of a zombie being out in broad daylight, especially so close to their ward, only seems to make the vigil make more sense for Viktor. He didn't have any particularly special duties to attend to for next two days, so long shifts would be acceptable and he could catch his rest in the early morning. Finishing his steak, he looks to the others and nods. "So...we have our goals then. We shall see how fortunate we are. If any of you need me, I will be about in town looking for the best place to keep watch from. Excuse us." He would then rise from the table, nodding in thanks to the bartender before walking out with the goat not far behind.
Viktor will smile and thank the burly man when arrives with his order of "Vampire Steaks", the smell of the seasoned meat making his stomach rumble in anticipation. An order of greens arrives as well and is placed upon the floor where Gunnar eagerly begins to chow down with no hesitation whatsoever. "I am ready whenever you all are. Perhaps, if we feel like the risk is worth it, we can use the spirit planchette to contact the dead for answers. We'd need to be careful though, many spirits are envious of the living and may strike out at us. Especially in such a place as Harrowstone." The guard murmurs when the bartender leaves to tend to others, looking back at the group. "I will maintain a watch tonight and tomorrow night at the fountain, to see if the farmer was truly guilty or not. Hopefully, the weather will be kind enough to provide some light for me." Viktor quiets down as some of the gossip grows loud enough to be heard. Rumormongering was a common thing for a town this small and isolated and his attention was focused specifically on the conversation regarding Harrowstone. "What have you all learned? Anything of us?"
Settling down at the table where Ladruca sat, Viktor would order a pint of whatever they had on tap and listen quietly. The goat would lay beside his feet, eyes closed as it rested from the long day of walking. "Harrowstone is a decrepit ruin, you can feel the wrongness coming from it. We looked for alternate ways in outside of the main gate but there was nothing there outside of climbing over the walls. We decided it best to wait till we were all prepared before delving into its depths." He leans back in his chair and looks over the other patrons that are there. One out of mild curiosity and secondly out of training. He always kept an eye on newcomers in case they were dangerous and for their own safety. Ustalav was an insular, paranoid place and Ravengro was the epitome of such fear.
True, we were meeting at the tavern! I forgot.
Viktor is to head to home base, get updated with information, and then go and watch the fountain like he said he would.
"A day or two should be fine. I do not wish to wait much longer than that. The professor rushed for a reason and I fear what damage that the Way may have done." Viktor says from behind, checking over his shoulder back towards the prison. Never let something dangerous stay out of your field of vision, he remembered being taught, and that prison was certainly that.
My girlfriend leaves tonight so I shall be back to posting regularly tonight <3
Viktor watches the interaction between the sheriff and them, the distrust upon his face and his lack of faith in them apparent for all to see. "We should've gathered him when we found the tracks, my eagerness was too great." He thought to himself, clearing his throat a little bit before he spoke up. "I understand your views, Sheriff. We're strangers and we already have had an encounter with Gibbs earlier." His eyes narrow a bit as the man uses Gregor as their reasoning to be further distrusted. "Church-sanctioned by the Lady of Graves, Sheriff. He has just as much in common in the destruction of the undead as our paladin of Iomadae does." His tone was a bit more curt than he meant them to be but like Nostros, he was finding the town's prejudices to be more irritating every day. "I will keep a watch on the statue then, to confirm his guilt and to apprehend whomever may have set up Gibbs. I dislike the man but I do not wish for him to be held if he is not guilty." He would then seem to take a step back, letting the others make their statements if they wish to the Sheriff before he left them. Once the man was gone though, he would turn his head towards Nostros and nod. "Indeed, we cannot forget our purpose. Let us begin to go and investigate Harrowstone. Perhaps more damning evidence will be there."
Viktor arises from his stump, murmuring to Gunnar as the two return with the sheriff in tow. The large man bows his head courteously, looking back towards the shack. "No one has arrived back and the evidence remains undisturbed. Sheriff..." The goat seems unperturbed by the three of them, maintaining his course of eating every bit of vegetation that catches his eyes. Viktor gestures to the hiding places of the war razor and the bloodied waterskin, shaking his head. "Who lives here Sheriff? I believe them to be dangerous and the timing peculiar with the mu...death...of the Professor." There was not enough evidence gathered to prove that the kind, old man had been murdered yet and to use such words would only gather more suspicion. They would need to do what they could to earn the town's trust, make sure their words carried the correct weight.
Viktor sits on a nearby stump after the others had left, the goat hoping up and crouching behind the large man. Watching each other's backs, he waits for the others to return with the Sheriff.
I am fine with critical success and critical failures...except in the vein of combat. If you do it that way, a level 20 tends to throw his sword away more often than a level 1 fighter because he rolls more. Critical Failures in combat bother me and make me sad. As for knowledges and things like that or interesting results, I'm all for interesting results. Hell, Viktor and Gunnar can become battle-scarred and everything, I'd like it.
In one more level, he can be Filiana's steed :D
Hey there folks! My girlfriend is visiting this Monday and will be here for about two weeks, so my posting may be slow some days. I'll try to be hit the "one post a day" but feel free to bot Gunnar and Viktor if the campaign calls for it.
Viktor would give a short nod, chuckling as Gunnar gave a complaint towards him. "Gunnar and I have held many watches before at much later a time. Please, go ahead and get the authorities." Viktor looked down into Gunnar's stubborn, irritated face and grinned slightly. "I know, my friend. Here I thought we were going to be done with guard duty..."
Viktor would be waiting outside when the halfling joined him, distressed and she could see the look of concern appear upon his face. He went to speak to her but Nostro would emerge from the shack soon afterwards. The evidence here was damning and there was more than enough information to arrest whoever was involved in that poor boy's dog's murder. Nodding slightly, he would look between the others before standing up a little bit straighter. "Gunnar and I will stay here, in case the owner returns. We also have the best weapon to put him down without killing him." He'd gesture to the heavy mace along his side and a smile would spread across his face. "I'll stay here and keep watch. Very little tends to get past our eyes and the day is not darkening yet. We'll be fine, go and fetch the sheriff and I'll make sure the evidence is not disturbed."
Viktor's frown seemed to deepen as they discovered the war razor and the bloodied waterskin hidden within the wood pile. The killer had taken steps to hide himself and his actions, that much was certainly true. Viktor was still pondering the why, it had to be tied to the dark events surrounding the prison in some way.
"I will keep watch outside, Gunnar will be with me as well. Be careful." Last thing he wanted was for them to be caught completely off guard or be accused of breaking and entering. A lookout would be a necessity.
Viktor quietly follows along with the group, eyeing the area around them carefully now. Was this another member of the Whispering Way and what were they trying to accomplish? He shook his head, accepting that he currently did not have enough information to truly ascertain the reasoning behind it all. Perhaps once they found the suspect, they'd be able to get more information about what it was they were attempting to do. He waited when the others asked him to stop, looking at the rickety shack that laid upon the grounds in front of them. "I do not know much of this place or who might be living here. It looks, perhaps, to be the house of one of the common folk." He carefully follows behind Nostro, staying close to Filiana's side while the goat takes up the rear quietly. He looks down towards Filiana, nodding softly. "Did either of you see anything strange with your sights?" He knew what it was that Filiana was doing, having learned that those gifted in arcane power were able to detect the use of it. The paladin, however, was an unknown. How or what he did, Viktor had no clue of.
I've always seen that casting the spell is what causes the concentration check. If, you miss though, the next touch attack doesn't have a concentration check because the spell is already cast. Your hand is dangerous and has a dangerous spell upon it.
Viktor watches as the fight leaves the man's face, instead watching the young boy who sobs quietly. Gunnar sits quietly nearby, watching patiently everything that is happening but Viktor can feel it. There is that excitement, that anger. The familiar looks forward to finding who harmed the dog and crushing them. Leaving the man with his child and deceased pet, the tall warrior moves over to the tracks that they had discovered. "We're fortunate. The rains have made the ground soft, this will be easier to track." He was no hunter and certainly no ranger but Viktor had his own experiences of hunting game in the dark forests near his home.
The strange sight at the fountain caught Viktor's attention and as he drew close, his brow furrowed even deeper. A macabre scene was spread across the fountain; the dead dog and the bloody letters left along the surface of it. It was a strange sight indeed and as Nostro began to question the others, he studied the scene for anything out of the ordinary around him.
Turning back, he listens as the man's tone begins to grow harsh, accusatory. He sighed to himself, shaking his head as the boy slipped through the arms of his parents and gazed upon the terrible scene. Viktor's lips pressed together tightly as he lifted the dog up off of the ground with the greatest of reverence. Filiana's words were surprising and sounded so unlike the girl from yesterday who seemed shaken and unsure. He would've smiled if the situation was not so grim. "I am sorry for your loss. If I was to lose Gunnar...I wouldn't know what to do." He offers the dog's body to the man he believes to be the father, meeting the man's stare. "We mean you no harm, the man you speak of has taken solemn vows under the Lady of Graves, the same that your priest has taken. We only wish to help, to stop tragedies like this from occurring." Viktor looks down sadly at the young man, nodding resolutely with the Nostro's oath. [b]"I am no paladin, just a talented guardsman taught a few tricks here and there. We will find out what is happening here in Ravengro, I promise you that. We just...we need you to trust us, even just the slightest bit."
Everyone finally settles at the table and Viktor finishes his cup of tea and morning food, listening carefully to each person's will. Filiana's suggestion makes his head bow a bit low for a moment, as he nods. "Fool, do not forget your reason for being here. If the lady is cut down, what was the point?" Viktor waits quietly though, listening to the others decide what ventures they were going to go with today. It seemed that Lady Kendra would have the escort she would need and between Ladruca and Keydas, they would investigate more into the town. Nostro's plan was tactical and intelligent and Viktor would give an approving nod. "Seems the paladin is not a fool. I heard some strange and foolish tales of the more foolhardy of their ilk." "I have heard of them but not put them into practice before, your instruction would be most appreciated. I'll grab two potions, just in case things go poorly. We'll fight smart today, not foolishly." He looks back over the others now, standing up and stretching which leads to another complaint from Gunnar. Walking over to the table, he takes another haunt siphon and two potions of cure light wounds. Looking back to the others, his focus resides upon Filiana before he gives a nod. "Filiana, what is it you are wishing to do today? I would ask you to join us upon the perimeter but I do not want to put you in harm's way more than necessary. Perhaps you can help the Lady with her errands and get more of a feel of the people within Ravengro? Unless...you are alright joining us?" "A sorcereress is nothing to discount, after all. She may have useful abilities that will enhance both Nostro and I or see something we do not." He thinks to himself, a friendly smile upon his lips as he looks between the group. "Whatever your decision, I will be fine with it. I need to gather my things and head out."
Viktor nods towards Keydas as he enters, sipping his cup of tea before adding just a tad bit more sugar to get the flavoring perfect. "I slept well. That couch is somehow nicer than the cots at the guard barracks, truth be told. I was expecting a little bit of ache but the encounter we had yesterday helped ease me to sleep." Ladruca soon enters and the warrior nods towards him, watching the dhampir settle in and sip from his tea. He makes no comment upon the arrows, they were not his weapon of choice and his place was to be on the frontline of the battle. He did speak up when their conversation was done, opening up the pack and pulling out the different items. There was the darkwood case with the image of a scarab upon it, within it a spirit board with a brass spirit planchette as well as the four iron and glass vials that were known as haunt siphons. The five potions of cure light wounds was spread out, the two potions of lesser restoration, the scroll of detect undead. the two scrolls of hide from undead, and the scroll of protection from evil was also place out upon the table nearby.
"We should also split up our resources. The Father said we could use all of them but would prefer if we return any unused items back to him when we are done. I am also certain that, should the need arise, would could speak to him about any immediate healing. Be able to get us combat ready in case we encounter difficulties." When Nostro enters the sitting room, Viktor gives the man a warm smile that isn't just politeness. The two of them had spilled blood last night in the pursuit of ending terrible abominations, all of these people had earned a measure of respect and friendship within the guardian's heart. "I will join you in checking for more dangers there, as well as accompanying you to the tavern. A drink after a successful patrol is always useful." He looks to the scrolls, running a hand along his chin. "Are we simply investigating or are we going to try and cleanse what we find? These scrolls could be useful in that endeavor, a potion as well." Gunnar slowly enters in, yawning and headbutting Viktor gently in the leg. "Of course, Gunnar. Kendra? Do you have some milk and food for my friend here?"
The next day arises and Viktor slowly awakens in the study, pulling himself up and off of the couch there. Donning his equipment, the smell of hot tea calls for him. Gunnar stays sleeping though, warmly nestled by the dying embers of the fire. Entering into the room where the tea awaits, he smiles softly and greets whoever else may have arrived. "Morning Lady Kendra. I hope your night was calm and peaceful." Pouring himself a cup of tea and grabbing a biscuit from a plate nearby, he eats quietly and ruminates on the day before.
We should definitely research Harrowstone Prison and see what in-depth knowledge we can find. We should also perhaps speak with the mayor, inform him of the going-ons currently happening here and our experiences so far with the undead and our worries. He may not believe us but at least he'll appreciate the notion that we're trying to protect his town. Going to the tavern would be good too, we can gather information there, become faces seen by the locals, and maybe earn some friendship there. We'll want to go to Harrowstone soon though, even if it is just the learn the lay of the land around it and do some preliminary exploration on the ground there. What does everyone else think?
Viktor was already getting ready to settle in for the night when Filiana approached him, the warrior's kind smile spreading on his face. The celestial flame spreads over his flesh and the last of his battle fatigue disappears, fading away and leaving just the exhaustion of a long day hanging upon him. "Thank you, Filiana. I..." She then whispers her suggestion and his face grows a tad bit more serious, though his smile remains as he nods. "Don't worry. I will guard the entrance here and ensure nothing comes through to bother us. If you can though, take a look at Ladruca for me? I feel the Inquisitor could use a healer's skill and you seem to know what you're doing." He would then pull off the heavy chainmail, sighing with relief that the armor was now off. It was even more evident, now that he was out of his armor, of the fighter's impressive physique. Muscles that would compete even with a carnival's strongman and a natural quickness to his step, it all seemed somewhat out of place for his calm demeanor. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in here. I wish you all the best of rest and may the Gods keep your dreams safe."
Returning to Kendra's home, even with healing, the cold weather and the exertion of combat wears heavily upon Viktor's form. Too many hours in armor, too many hours sludging through the mud. When they enter into her home, he takes the time to kick his mud off outside before stepping through the threshold. A small smirk stays upon his face as she thinks better of asking what happened, instead taking the time to mend his shredded clothing. "Thank you Kendra. Your hospitality is very generous." Looking between the others, he looks at the couch and nods. "Gunnar and I will take the couch, it looks quite comfortable after all." He looks between Filiana and Kendra, clearing his throat for a moment. "I, if I may be bold, still suggest having someone to talk to Kendra. You have been incredibly strong today. I cannot imagine what you're feeling right now."
The cleansing light of Pharasma moves over him, helping soothe the last few wounds that he had suffered during the fight. Yet the scream from Ladruca caused him to jump, his eyes widening as he rushes towards the man with a helpful hand. "Ladruca! I...I didn't know that..." The man then turned and fled out into the darkness, Viktor swallowing his guilt. He had not even considered the possibility of that happening and silently thought to himself. "At least I now know. If I had fed him a potion to save him? I would've killed him..." Filiana rushes out into darkness ahead, Viktor looking down at Gunnar and the man would nod before the goat suddenly takes off after the two of them. They would hear the clip-clop of the goat's feet, the goat leaning in close and sniffing the still smoking body of the Inquisitor. Viktor nods towards the Father in thanks, speaking quickly. "I must ensure he makes it back safely, Father. Thank you for your healing and your kindness. We will preserve the cache as best we can." The man was grim and wanted things to be going well, he didn't know that such a thing could occur after all. Viktor didn't hesitate though, greatly renewed with positived energy and eager to hunt the rest of the wandering undead down. Viktor would quickly catch up with them, stepping beside Ladruca. With a careful and firm grip, his hand would grab the dhampir's shoulder and he would nod. "We shall hunt them down. However, you are allowed to be beyond Gunnar and I's side. Understood? The words were stern and firmer, probably firmer than any that the group had heard Viktor had ever spoken before. Yet in the glow of the sunrod, his concern was as apparent as the sun rising over the horizon. "We shall treat your wounds then and we shall research as you heal. Are you able to infuse yourself with negative power?" It was a strange predicament, but it was a situation that they'd have to deal with.
Nah, those d10's and FCB can begin to stack up. I think Nostro and I both had the same idea that we expect to be punched in the face often and hard :P
Yes indeed! 1st Level for me was 10 + 3 + 1 for favored class. Then this level was 6 + 3 + 1. I'm just a big bulky guy, having lots of HP means Gunnar gets a lot of HP since he is a familiar.
Viktor stands up as Father Grimburrow stood up and nodded towards the man in a show of respect. "Father Grimburrow." He waits for the man to realize the situation that they seem to be in and he shakes his head, his smile faint and grim. "Not at all, Father. We found the cache within the false crypt. While returning back to the church, we were attacked by undead. Ghouls, skeletons, and zombies. I was lucky to have such stalwart companions with me or tonight could've been my last night." Crouching down, he would open the bag and show the supplies kept within. All the tools would be put on display, nodding towards him. "I...I heard a voice on the wind. A wickedness in the air. Something sought to stop us. The dead disappeared, even the ghouls dissolved to dust after death." Viktor gestures to the stammering acolyte, nodding. "He saw me bring the body in before it became the dust upon the entrance."
Viktor listens quietly to Filiana's sad story, letting her take her time as the acolyte passes by mumbling to himself wondering where that old man had disappeared off to. Viktor would frown just a little more as she spoke of her treatment at those who accused her of witchcraft, of summoning a wolf to attack the girl. "I am so sorry, Filiana. I cannot imagine how painful that is. My own mother was quite sweet, I would not be the man I am today without her love." His smile grew some then, his large hand taking hers for just a moment. "I was right then though, the professor saw what you were, what you could do."
"I didn't see a spellbook upon you nor does your magic seem divine like Ladruca's prayers and skills." He murmured, taking his hand back and rubbing his chin for just a moment in thought. "I have heard of those who are able to call upon arcane power through their blood. Sorcerers, the Professor called them. They have powerful blood in their veins, some great and some terrible." Before she has the chance to be driven paranoid with that thought, he smiles at her. "I saw your power in work tonight, Filiana. I do not believe something terrible runs in your blood. Your are brave and you healed my wounds with those flames. I thank you for that." He gives a nod, that smile staying strong upon his face. "As I said before, I will help keep you safe. I am certain the others are of the same mindset. They know the difficulties of being strange."
Viktor nods, shaking his hands of the dust and nodding. "At least the acolyte saw what we carried. Perhaps if the father joins us on the hunt for the others, he will be quickly convinced." Sitting in one of the pews, Viktor would reach into his tunic and pull out a small wooden symbol of Pharasma. Quietly he prayed for a moment, no words spoken, before slipping it back under his armor and smiling towards Filiana. "Your gift is powerful, Filiana. Where did you first learn of it?" The mighty warrior's voice is low as he asks, trying to respect the secrecy that she wanted.
Viktor stands there, dirty and wounded. In his arms lays the dead ghoul and he gives the priest a look. "Undead are roaming your graveyard priest. We have slain a number of them but some fled our wrath. We need a touch of healing before hunting down the others." He holds out the body, frowning at the awful smell coming from the dead creature. "When we last spoke, the father said he believed the professor to be prone to a vivid imagination. I hope this evidence will help show him that our cause is just and justified, unless the undead are a common thing here in the Restlands?" There was perhaps a bit of attitude in the warrior's voice at that but his expression was both stern and concerned. What if this attack had come at another time, with less able combatants as the prey? Lives would've been lost. Yet there was that sound upon the wind, that laughter that teased just on the edge of being heard. Something wicked was stirred here in Ravengro, Viktor could feel it in the chill of the air.
There is a look of enjoyment at the giddiness that the halfling moves about with, even after such a harrowing encounter with such terrible things. "They always seemed so impossibly upbeat. I admire such optimism and happiness." As she began to explain herself, how she did the magic that she did, he nodded a little bit. He had heard of sorcerers and sorcereresses, those who could conjure magic not through study and practice but through will and blood. Strange bloodlines flowed through all the races and it was not unheard of for them to be ostracized for their strange gifts. Ustalav was not the place for such unique talents, it did not welcome anything that did not fit the familiar, grim mold it had carved for itself. How strange they all must look now, being outsiders brought here by a strange, old man. When she looked into Viktor's face, there was a look of compassion upon the warrior's face that was at odd with the ruined blood that decorated his armor and the grime upon his form from combatting the undead. The brilliant light that rose from her hands brought a smile to his face and he would nod, speaking softly. "It seems that I was not wrong in thinking that the Professor something more in you, Filiana. Do not worry, your secret will be kept just that with me. You help us and I am certain your home will welcome you back. We all need those who will stand against the creeping dark." With a nod towards Ladruca, he would lift his sunrod and lead the way towards the the church itself despite the fierce, blowing winds. If there was still enough of a body to take, he would grab the ghoul's body and take it with him as quickly as he could to the church itself. Once there at the door, Viktor would use his amazing strength to pound his gauntlet loud enough on the door to maybe even surprise those that are nearby. His voice boomed out, the goat yelling in support behind him. Almost sheepishly, he'd turn to the others and his eyes would dart down, a small blush coming across his cheeks. "Sorry."
The last ghoul falls and the undead around them lay broken, the breath leaving Viktor's lips in hard, raspy breathes. He looks amongst his comrades, watching the others and seeing Gregor's body tense as the ghoul's foul corruption surges over him. The others help him though, ensuring that the necromancer is out of harm's way. As the bodies seem to dispose into dust, Viktor tries to move quickly. He pulls out his dagger, cutting away a bit of the ghoul's flesh and quickly placing it within a vial before sealing it close. "It seems whatever has been giving life to these foul things is hiding the evidence as well. We must speak to the father before all of it is gone. Then we must hunt the others down and ensure that the undead harm no one else. Luckily, the soil is wet and the hunt will be relatively easy. Zombies are not quiet creatures." Turning to the others, he gives them a nod and shakes his head at the mention of healing. "I shall be fine, Filiana's...talents...helped soothe my wounds. We should make haste to the church once more." Even if the father was asleep within, he'd make damn sure the man saw him now. Undead rising on the grounds of the Lady of Graves? It was blasphemy of the most terrible kind. Gunnar would return back to the halfling's side, standing guard as he had been ordered to back when they first entered into the crypt. It had a proud look upon his face, the horns shimmering with the blood of the ghoul.
The ghoul lashes out at Viktor, trying to get into his flesh with a savage bite, but the attack is deflected away with a shove of his shield. As the thing is taken off balance, Gunnar attacks from behind.
If Ghoul Is Still Alive:
Following up on the savage strike by Gunnar, Viktor brings down his heavy mace upon the thing looking to end its unholy life.
He and Gunnar both move to assist the others, setting themselves up to protect the more vulnerable members as best they can. If Ghoul Is Dead:
With the ghoul broken upon the ground, slain by Gunnar's mighty horns, the duo move to engage the last few enemies. Viktor moves to attack the skeleton still stand beside Ladruca, hoping to crush it underneath his mace's heavy strike.
Gunnar moves along the ground, baying towards the paladin and hoping to set up a flank with him against the ghoul.
Don't know if you'll be able to see this Ladruca but I took a screen shot of the battlefield. Click here to view!
The last zombie begins to flee from Viktor, the warrior turning to try and crash his weapon into the decaying abomination's fleeing form.
The blow is glancing and with a thud, the zombie pulls away. Viktor almost jumps as this white fire comes around him yet instead of being burned, his wounds seem to cool and the ache in his muscles lessen. "Thank you." He says quickly to the halfling, a nod before he takes after the ghoul to the south. "A mere farmer, eh? This must've been what the professor saw." Another quick whistle and the duo moves to support the paladin, Viktor wincing as he sees the ghoul's terrible claws find purchase in the tiefling's flesh. "Hold strong, Nostro. I'm coming!" As the ghoul pulls back, eager to try to dig into its prospective meal, Viktor manuevers to the side with a roar of anger. The goat follows suit, their battle cries mixing as they strike.
The mace finds purchase in a singular strike!, a crack coming from the ghoul's shoulder as it deftly avoids the goat's strike but not Viktor's attack.
The zombie beside him seems to turn and flee from the shining light that escapes from Gregor, leaving an opportunity for the fighter to attack.
There is a devastating THWACK as he strikes the zombie, the neck popping but the undead creature still up and moving. The skeleton moves in with sharp claws but it pushed away as it seems weakened from the magic that Gregor exudes for the moment. Re-centering himself, Viktor whistles for his companion to move up and strike. The goat provides a momentary distraction before the fighter strikes again, aiming to shatter the unholy animation before him.
The skeleton is shattered into dozens of pieces, whatever force keeping it animated losing its power over the onslaught there. "Hold the line! We're coming!" Viktor shouts, warily looking for the real threat in the darkness around him.
Viktor would move around the zombie that they are fighting, cursing his current weapon but hoping the damage done will be enough. "Flank them Gunnar! Viktor shouts, the goat circling around out of the zombie's range before crashing into him at the same time as Viktor's mace goes swinging through the air.
huzzah, zombie hater can drink his haterade. :P
Now, only because I am a good player, I ask this. Did the zombie not do a charge on me? I'm not sure if the attack against me was missed or not. -is a sucker for punishment-
Viktor gives Keydas a nod, shuffling the things that are inside of his backpack. "Indeed. The Father wishes to see the item, claiming them as property and willing to...let some go while selling the others." There is a sound of disappointment in his voice at that. "Damn old man. Does he not understand the danger that this place could be holding?"
The wind grows fiercer even as the rain seems to slow, taking the torchlight almost entirely with it. The mirk around them seems more hostile, more impenetrable. "We should hurry back, we do not-" The words died in the warrior's throat as the screech rips through the air. Corpses begin to rise from the ground around them, a malevolent intent riding upon the wind that tickled his ears and sent a chill down the man's spine. "Something evil is here..." Viktor growls, straining his eyes through the darkness. With a nod towards Nostros, the warrior lifts his shield but is surprised by the terrible speed that the skeleton encroaches upon him with. Barely in time to raise his shield, the undead claws barely rakes across his neck and leave a series of wicked scratches behind in their wake.
"Foul thing!" Viktor shouts, bashing it away as he draws not his longsword but a heavy mace with metal studs along its side. With a shout, Gunnar will lower his head and crash into the skeleton, trying to shatter the unnatural energy giving power to these bones.
The skeleton easily dodges the blow even as the battle goat moves into a more advantageous position with his master, Viktor's mace swinging through the air.
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