"But.... someone had to help him...."
Agreed, Zher'myeh says, setting to work unlocking the prison cages. And our next move, after saving these folk and resting up, shall be to find who that someone is.
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Zher'myeh moves over, reasoning the last remaining minion is probably well in hand, and pulls out the erstwhile stored tanglefoot bag, this time letting it go and trying to nail the necromancer.
Dare we? I think we do, mate, Zher'myeh says, taking stock of the undead (specifically #1)...
Mastermind Racket:
If you successfully identify a creature using Recall Knowledge, that creature is flat-footed against your attacks until the start of your next turn; if you critically succeed, it's flat-footed against your attacks for 1 minute. ...then takes aim at minion #1.
If that drops #1, he will move into the room to a flanking position with Vengeance on #4. if not:
Zher'myeh takes the full brunt of the necromantic assault. And then some. Still, he knows what he has to do, so in a trice he's moved up alongside Too-Tuk and administers first aid.
You have our word,we shall be back to free you shortly! Zher’myeh says, leaping into action to follow the villain.
Zher'myeh moves intot he open chamber while he tries to help the party down the last bony foe!
Zher'myeh freezes a moment, unable to tell what the bony monstrosities are...but snaps out of it quickly enough to chide Artemis a bit — Careful, that water looks like it might stain your nice clean cloak! — and begin firing arrows at the target nearest him.
Hmm, I do, unfortunately, Zher'myeh says grimly. It's the symbol of the Whispering Way, a cruel and secretive organization and philosophy promoting undeath. Safe to say we know the impetus behind the appearance of the undead hordes now, whether small scale or large.
Zher'myeh does not care for these hordes.
He maneuvers out of harm's way a bit, then sends his regards — in the form of arrows — in his stead.
Hmm, you should see a Cleeic about that, he says to Too-Tuk. Especially if you develop feelings of hunger that last for more than four hours.
Zher'myeh maneuvers forward, finding a spot away from ghoul fangs and claws but still able to shoot. And shoot he does, at #2...if not very effectively.
Zher'myeh draws a blade and drops off the bartop into a flanking position opposite Nar.
Still holding the bow, he thinks, may have set off his balance...
Zher'myeh steps back and starts firing arrows toward the figure on the bar, who is a little too close for comfort.
Zher'myeh tries as well.
Zher’myeh patches up Jakobi some...
...then jumps to help repair the broken barrier.
Poorly.
Zher'myeh fires some more arrows, starting on the wounded #1 and moving to #5 when/if #1 falls.
Zher'myeh demonstrates exactly how one misses a zombie twice, before finally landing a blow.
The grippli hops up onto the bar and fires some arrows at #2.
Zher'myeh moves over to try and secure the last entrance.
Zher'myeh moves back on the bartop and lets some arrows fly at #10.
Zher'myeh watches #2 croak and springs into action himself as fast as his froglegs will carry him.
Zher'myeh appears to have the hang of it now.
Grim information, if not necessarily news, or unexpected, Zher’myeh says as he looks over the opened Graves.
Hmm, these three were disinterred maybe two weeks hence. No bodies. And all dead within the past year or so. Now this one, it was dug up longer ago than that. So it seems the former Harlo Krant was first, followed by these others.
"Agreed. Let us do this. I also worry about what we may find there." Perhaps, Zher'myeh says with a nod, but the only way now is through. Zher-myeh will recommend coming back for the remains of those they've found and putting them to rest when they find a suitable plot.
There is fire elsewhere in town, Zher'myeh observes, but nothing burned like this one. This was both cruel and deliberate. Whoever or whatever is responsible, Zher'myeh has a new target for his fury.
How could you tell the difference...?Zher’myeh mutters underneath his breath as he moves to inspect the collapsed walls of the temple.
"I do have some training in building things. How many of you also have such skills?" We can accomplish this when the time comes, Zher'myeh replies. But I have not yet given up hope of finding others alive.
Zher’myeh cocks his head to one side, observing the halfling a long while. Eventually: You may not trust us, as we may not trust you. But there is strength in numbers, and we are better off of we work together.
Zher'myeh quietly has been securing a grappling hook to a length of rope, and he slips between Too-Tuk and Jakobi to try and fish the body out of the spring.
Zher’myeh gets to work.
dice rolls:
Zher’myeh pockets the deed before pulling the remaining treasures out.
Zher’myeh hands a sack of gold to Graaxyn and a pair of healing potions to Nar, then hands a shortsword and a hat to Jakobi for identification.
In the entry hall, Zher'myeh gingerly plucks the shortswords and shield, and in the library does the same to the silver dagger. He gives the wine bottle a sniff as he peers about.
In the servant's quarters, he notes, There's no signs of struggle in here. Whatever happened, it was all in the main house.
Zher’myeh grimly nods in confirmation of Jakobi's analysis, then turns toward the manor. Seems the next logical step.
Zher'myeh moves to get a view of the incoming menace.
Plague zombies! Can give you zombie rot! Use slashing or positive energy if you have 'em! Having neither, really, he draws his magical bow.
Picking up Organ for a couple of pets, Zher'myeh then absently hands the cat to Graaxyn as he steps up to the nearest sinkhole.
Zher'myeh carefully puts several of the found items into the empty chest (rope, four pints of oil, and dozen torches) while patiently taking Organ back out each time the feline jumps in — which is often — and then stacks the arrow crate and barrel of pitch alongside the closed chest, leaving the hammer and nails atop the stacks of wood. He will keep an eye out for a usable cart to haul everything to the inn.
Zher'myeh crouches down with a bit of beef jerky to try and coax out the cat. Heeere kitty kitty...
Zher’myeh grimaces at Nar's unsubtle approach, but with a silent sigh makes ready for the encounter.
Zher’myeh lingers a bit,making sure he doesn't see anything else in the front room.
Once convinced there's nothing else to see, he follows Graaxyn's lead.
Something here is terribly wrong, Zher’myeh observes, following Nar to the nearest hovel to investigate.
Ah, I'm gettin' too old for this...
"Besides, aren't you a frog? You should love this!" That's species-ist, Zher'myeh says, shaking his head. You don't hear me commenting on your heritage, do you? Like your mange? or whatever that stuff is?
”You are going to blame me for that? I didn’t touch the cow corpse!”
And yet they keep coming! Zher'myeh replies. Nothing attacked me until YOU showed up!
Zher’myeh hops to it, drawing his rapier and maneuvering alongside Nar while drawing his blade...and chiding Artemis. What, one wasn't enough, you had to bring out more of 'em? Whose side ya on, anyway?
Artemis turns to Zher'myeh, growling, "You got a problem there?" 'bout a million of 'em, maybe more, Zher'myeh retorts, pointing to the roach swarm. Less talking and more killing, maybe? Zher'myeh tries to identify the swarm. Oops, sorry, too many syllables for ya. How 'bout GROWL KILL. Zher'myeh then moves around the dead cow to get closer to Too-Tuk, hoping to administer first aid before the blood gets much worse.
Zher'myeh motions to the trail of blood as it heads toward the back yard and the grippli follows behind Nar. We should check that out, shortly.
Zher'myeh doesn't appear to mind the rain, and might even be said to enjoy it if one were familiar with grippli facial expressions. He looks on with some amusement as Growl dandies himself, but does stay anything, simply nocking an arrow. Inside, he kneels near the smear of dried blood, trying to get a sample. Silently he offers what he retrieves to Jacobi, nodding toward the latter's pet.
The Gravelands means the living dead, of that we can be sure. Zher'myeh nods. What details can you tell us of Fiorna's Faith, and of your friend Jacra? |