Dantis, please post your roll, although the result will have to wait, as I am leaving again tomorrow. Then we can pick this up a bit.
"I know not to touch it! What do you think I am? An idiot? I'm just looking at it to see if I can determine if there are any traps."
All of the talking echoes oddly around the room. When the last of the reverberations fade, you hear a new, slightly softer noise. Rustling. And grinding. As if something very nearby was waking and trying to move something heavy. The lids of the sarcophagi begin to move...
Davos and Dantis, you may keep your initiative rolls. Eveyone else, roll it. You will all be able to attack during the surprise round.
Yes. They do appear to be corpses. Further description and initiative order in one moment.
The contents of the sarcophagi appear to be the skeletal remails of once great warriors. The bones still wear rusty chainmail and carry jewel encrusted greatswords. As you look about, you see that only eight of the thirteen dead are awakening.
Initiative:
Davos
Dantis
Our friends here
Arik and Lucien (I rolled for Lucien)
Wulf, still need your roll, but until then you will be after Arik and Lucien.
I will be NPCing Davos and Lucien until Saturday, when both will be able to post.
Davos begins his portion of the fight by casting Mage Armor upon himself, seeing the wicked blades of the undead. You all see him shimmer slightly while a breastplate of force congeals around him.
And remember, this is the surprise round. Your enemies will not be able to attack as they are spending their actions getting out of their tombs. So Arik, Dantis posts, it is your turn after that, you do not need to wait.
Arik pulls out his horn, blowing into it.
I spring forward with a shout of something in an obscure halfling tongue, stabbing at the corpse rising out of the nearest coffin with both blades.
Arik pulls out his horn, blowing into it.
Dantis, your blades both sink into the skeletal form. However, there really isn't anything there to hit, and you manage only to nick a few bones slightly.
Lucien thrusts his hand out toward a nearby undead and waves of blistering light strike the creature.
Let's wait here for Wulf.
Arik pulls out his horn, blowing into it.
Wulf sees the dead creatures starting to stir, and his eyes widen in surprise. He falters, but sees that none of his companions seem set on avoiding this conflict, and recommits himself to the battle ahead.
Whispering a prayer to the protective spirits, he moves to attack the closest creature as it wrenches itself free of its deathly slumber.
Wulf your blade, like Dantis', does not seem to have as much effect on the aged bones as it would on a flesh creature, but the electrical damage chars them effectively and you do a goodly amount of damage.
Davos utters another incantation, this time in a divine language, adding the blessings of the gods to Arik's song.
Davos utters another incantation, this time in a divine language, adding the blessings of the gods to Arik's song.
Lucien thrusts his hand out toward a nearby undead and waves of blistering light strike the creature.
I begin into a corner.
All eight of the skeletons stagger out of their sarcophagi and move toward the nearest one of you. The room is largish, so some must cross the whole room to reach you, but others are close enough to attack now.
Wulf, the one you just hit and another right behind you both attack. You manage to dodge the blow from the one you can see, but you feel a sharp pain in you back as the other slices into you with its rusty blade.
Dantis, unfortunately bakcing away was not enough to keep two skeletons from reaching you. The one you attacked in its coffin only just reaches you, but another rears up from a nearby sarcophagi and attacks, easily hitting you.
Two more impinge upon the grouping of mages, Lucien and Davos being closest to them on the ends, and Arik in the middle, though not necessarily safe from the advancing undead. One hits Davos , but the other myraculously misses Lucien and hits its weapon off one of its own protruding bones.
Davos holds forth his holy symbol and commands the skeletons to flee before the power of his faith.
Turning Check (1d20+1=14) Most powerful undead affected = 4 HD
Turning Damage (2d6+2+1=7) Total HD turned = 7
He then shouts, "Dantis, try to get outside to the horses and get my mace!"
I'll factor in your turn when we get there.
Arik, Wulf, go.
Lucien steps forward and flames pour from his fingertips, striking the skeletons in front of the mages and also the ones near Dantis and one near Wulf.
A rumbling growl pours from Wulf's throat as he rears back and stabs his trusty spear at the abomination he'd previously struck.
"May the spirits take you, creature!"
Wulf, you have destroyed the skeleton you just hit. It crumbles into dust as the magic holding the ancient bones together fades. You are now only fighting one, though the two on the other end of the room are approaching.
Arik readys his crossbow at one of the approching skeletons.
Arik readys his crossbow at one of the approching skeletons.
Ooh, just miss. Your bolt clatters off the skeleton's rusty armor.
Arik readys his crossbow at one of the approching skeletons.Ooh, just miss. Your bolt clatters off the skeleton's rusty armor.
"Damn! I hate these things!" I shout as it hits me. I begin to try to make my way over to the passage, more carefully this time.
"Damn! I hate these things!"
OK, I have to relocate my notes. Game restarts tomorrow.
Here we go:
An aura of divine power eminates from Davos, and the two skeletons attacking the mages start to flee. The two that were advancing from the other end of the room give Wulf new tagets (they are in range).
Davos acrobatically dives between the ones fighting him and into the area where the mages stand.
The skeletons that Dantis evaded now approach the group of mages. One advances quickly enough to attack, missing Dantis by a hair. The one that was fighting Wulf hits for a meager 3 damage.
Arik and Lucien, then Wulf.
Lucien advances towards the retreating undead, brandishing his flail.
Lucien, you miss.
Arik casts [i]grease[i] on the advancing undead.
Both advancing skeletons slip on the slick floor and fall to the ground. Anyone attepmting to attack the now very prone skeletons must make a DC 14 ref check or end up next to them on the ground.
Wulf stares warily at the fallen skeletons, hesitant to approach when the Spirits are at work. He looks around, unsure of what to do.
If it looks as though he can move around the grease spot, he will attempt to attack the closest retreating skeleton. In which case:
On the other hand, if the grease covers most of the room and he cannot maneuver around it, he will simply move into a position to provide better protection of the "weaker ones."
Wulf, the grease is between you and the mages, but does not hinder you attacking nearby skeletons. I will give you the two fleeing skeletons as attacks of opportunity. This one hits.
I stand at the entrance to the chamber and shout "Kill the damn thing already! Well... you know what I mean."