"Are you enslaved by the death-priests, or are you just temporarily forced to work like us?"
She continues, always in Kreen:
"These...clutch killers ...could never keep me. I was trying to determine the cause of the storm-which-did-not-belong, but had to find cover. When I emerged, they pressed me into service. I obey, because I wish to learn if they are a true danger.
"Right."
Holdrus drops the chest and lashes out at the closest undead with a knee and an elbow -1d20 5=23 knee, 1d3 3=4 damage, 1d20 5=16 elbow, 1d3 3=4 damage- and takes up a wide stance with his hands rigid and extended like twin cobras' heads before him.
Zuko watches Faindrac and sighs. There are days that aren't really worth it to wake up. Helping Templars. What would happen next? Kissing Dregoth's feet? Ew!
Faindriac stands, immobilized by his own power manifestation. His eyes burning with hatred and the Psicrystal flashing rapidly in his hand.
'IToldYouSoIToldYouSoIToldYouSo,...'
'Shut. UP. Cair. And FOCUS,...'
Faindriac Concentrates, adding Cair D'Niaf's power to his own, attempting to dismiss the ectoplasm.
I'm moving. Who knows what this will do to my posting for the next 10 days.
stab a skeleton twice.
r12+4 (puchik)=16; damage 3
r12+3 (bone dagger)=15; damage 2
looks around for a blunt instrument...
As the templar finishes speaking MalaKi inclines his head and begins to speak. “Master templar, your wisdom is to be praised and exalted. Your choice of my master as your taskmaster for this important task is most gratifying. Please forgive my master for his…exuberance. He is a strong man, a mighty man, and he would not serve an unworthy master. The best way to gauge to the quality of steel is to test it, is it not? Having shown your immense worthiness my master will be your willing servant, and I his.”
Kreen to the Kreen:
"Follow my lead, I think the pinkies will need some help."
He addresses the "Pinkies" in his broken Common:
"Query, with great regard: Does such new not-quite-God/King holy one need assist? This one hear while working, new task. This one assist new God/King holy one in duties; Kreen is always good use, lots things. Not need druid get know where wind is going."
;P
Faindriac mentally strains to dismiss his ectoplasmic backfire, and hears MaliKi's speech to the Templar.
'Very Nice MaliKi.'
'Yes. Too bad YOU didn't think of it!'
'Shut it and concentrate Cair. I believe I see how the psychic energy was manipulated. If I can just find the correct frequency,...'
“Sagacious, for a pit slave. Not to worry, your master was just stretching his muscles. It does a man good now and then for someone to remind them of the chain of command. Of course, some reminders are harsher than others,” he says, winking his dead eye at you.
The psychic sludge restraining Faindrac melts away as the templar hands him a fresh token.
“Better take these kreen with you. You might need the muscle to assist the citizenry in obeying your edicts, and we’re about done with the physical part of the wall. The rest of the repairs will take more than muscle, but we’ll need you to keep those bonejobs out of sight until such time as we feel like dealing with them.”
looks around for a blunt instrument...
Kha-Chik’s claws scrabble at one of the skeletons, cutting deep grooves into the bone of its skull. While this has little effect overall, it does slow the undead.
Dropping the chest in a single fluid motion, both Shenker and Holdrus tear into a skeleton. Shenker’s blades are unable to affect the fleshless creatures overmuch, but he does hold the undead’s attention long enough for Holdrus to break apart the creature at the joints with precise unarmed strikes.
Fatigued by the storm and the battering of the door, Aso sends a haphazard swing towards one of the skeleton’s hips, accomplishing little.
As Radik blasts Kha-Chik’s opponent to pieces, Marada begins to sing an unfamiliar melody. The vigorous tune energies your sagging limbs and puts fire in your heart
Closing on the party, the skeletons tear into Kha-Chik and Shenker. Up close, they don’t appear to display the characteristic intelligence of Athasian undead, nor do they seem overall as formidable. On the down side, their polished white claws still hurt.
Skeleton melee, claw (1d20+1=20, 1d20+1=9, 1d20+1=18) / Claw Damage (1d4+1=4 (Kha-Chik), 1d4+1=2 (Shenker))
With the death of their boss and the rise of the retainers to unlife, the pair of guards break and run, not looking back.
Fighting on the retreat, Kha-Chik manages to score a pair of deep grooves into the skeleton attacking her. Pulling her claws free, she manages to dislodge two of the fingers from the skeletal hand reaching for her retreating foot.
Shenker levels a pair of solid stabs at the nearest undead, but his daggers simply can’t do enough harm to a creature without blood and organs. He casts about for a superior weapon, but comes up empty for the moment.
The bones of the demolished skeletons begin to vibrate softly, disrupting the sand around them into tiny concentric semi-circles.
The bones of the demolished skeletons begin to vibrate softly, disrupting the sand around them into tiny concentric semi-circles.
Kank Sh*t!!! It's gonna blow! Run!!! *Holdrus moves 30' back from the downed undead. He readies an action to attack anything that approaches him that is a foe.*
Radik, blooded (figuratively), searches for another target.
uhm; boss; I am thinking they missed. With my barkskin on my ac is now 21. If there is some factor I dont know about and I am still hit; then that is cool and will write it down; please clarify; thanks.
AC 10 +1 natural armor increase +6 dex = 17 unarmored +2 armored 19 +2 enhancement bonus to natural armor (barkskin) 21
Closing on the party, the skeletons tear into Kha-Chik and Shenker. Up close, they don’t appear to display the characteristic intelligence of Athasian undead, nor do they seem overall as formidable. On the down side, their polished white claws still hurt.
Skeleton melee, claw (1d20+1=20, 1d20+1=9, 1d20+1=18) / Claw Damage (1d4+1=4 (Kha-Chik), 1d4+1=2 (Shenker))
With the death of their boss and the rise of the retainers to unlife, the pair of guards break and run, not looking back.
In the words of Dolomite i.e. Petey Wheatstraw, the Devil's Son-in-Law:
"if he's runnin to get there, it must be a happenin scene!"
Schenker runs too.
Assuming that the other kreen follow Kirrish-Kreshk-Skiklik's lead, MalaKi smiles as the group of kreen show their civic pride and join the Faindriac led press gang. He bows in greeting to the new "kreen". He does however keep a little extra distance between himself and the kreen. MalaKi knows nothing about kreen culture. He does know he doesn’t want to become “collateral damage” during some bizarre kreen mating ritual.
Mentally he asks Mistress Sable if she knows anything about the new lead templar.
“Sagacious, for a pit slave. Not to worry, your master was just stretching his muscles. It does a man good now and then for someone to remind them of the chain of command. Of course, some reminders are harsher than others,” he says, winking his dead eye at you.
The psychic sludge restraining Faindrac melts away as the templar hands him a fresh token.
“Better take these kreen with you. You might need the muscle to assist the citizenry in obeying your edicts, and we’re about done with the physical part of the wall. The rest of the repairs will take more than muscle, but we’ll need you to keep those bonejobs out of sight until such time as we feel like dealing with them.”
Faindriac stands there a moment, shaking. With fear or rage, your not sure. But you have a good idea. Finally he gives a small, pained, smile, and holds up the token in a salute. Without a word he turns on his heel and walks toward Zuko.
'I am NEVER gonna live this down!'
'Not if I have anything to say about it!'
'Shuttup Cair!'
Skarsnikt follows after Fandriac, doing his best to appear as a loyal Raam citizen. "What now, boss, go repair other wall, no?"
To Faindrac, "You make a very nice impression of a templar."
<Zuko draws his falchion>
"So where to next, your highness?"
uhm; boss; I am thinking they missed.
when does the new round start? how many pc's can my toon see?
spot 14+9 = 23
MalaKi thanks Mistress Sable for the info and assures her that the turban is a temporary measure. MalaKi also begins to scan the area trying to get an idea of the tactical situation. A “standing room only” mob of skeletons at the end of the street has him feeling a bit skittish.
when does the new round start? how many pc's can my toon see?
spot 14+9 = 23
To Faindrac, "You make a very nice impression of a templar."
Faindriac's stride does not slow. "Thank you." He responds tightly. His face a mask.
<Zuko draws his falchion>
"So where to next, your highness?"
IN response, Faindriac nods towards the end of the street where the 'standing room only' undead crowd await.
"I'll be thrice-D@#ned if I'm going to feed anyone to those on the word of a Templar!" He spits out, making the word a curse. "We have to find a way to stop them. Or at least slow them down. Ideas?"
He looks at Zuko, then the others, finally noticing the Kreen-ette addition to the group. He bows slightly in greeting to cover his confusion, then continues.
"We should try to find the others, make sure they're ok. I have the power to blast the bone-jobs, but I seriously doubt that I'll be able to destroy them all. Perhaps we can construct a barricade from the rubble, destroy them at our leisure,..." He purses his lips in thought.
"We should put these tokens to good use. Conscript a gang of workers from whoever we can find. Let them build a barricade while we contain the skeletons. What do you think?" He asks, nervously eying the end of the street.
"Perhaps clutch trick walking dead, lead them into magic energy in wall, yes? Rattlebones explode like old head templar."
attacks for new round;
flying claw attack; hehe sounds very japanamation
to hit 4+5; 9; ack! swing and a miss
to hit 7+5; 12; hmm; maybe she hits dam 3+3; 6 maybe halved ack.
"Perhaps clutch trick walking dead, lead them into magic energy in wall, yes? Rattlebones explode like old head templar."
"Good idea. But that's a lot of distance. Unless we can focus their attention, that's Lots of areas for them to wander off into and people to kill on the way. If we can't hold them and we have to fall back, that's the back up plan. Make sure their attention is on us and lead them to the wall breach. Any other ideas?"
Finished with the tavern and surrounding buildings, they begin heading towards the nearest source of life. In other words, you.
"Perhaps clutch trick walking dead, lead them into magic energy in wall, yes? Rattlebones explode like old head templar."
As Skarsnikt describes his simple, yet brilliant, plan MalaKi begins to smile broadly and nods enthusiastic agreement. MalaKi picks up a promising bit of rubble. He gives Faindriac a questioning look and states, “Maybe this will get their attention.” Picking out a likely target (preferably a skeleton who is “smallish, bleached, and with a thick pelvis”) he heaves the stone.
Keep on runnning, dogging the heels of Holdrus.
Krue is busy moving, so if he hasn't posted something by morning, I'll fill in for him.
As the stone sails through the air MalaKi is suddenly reminded of the thin metal tube covered with runic writing that he grabbed with his “magpie” impression. “Now where did I put that,” he wonders.
“Maybe this will get their attention.” Picking out a likely target (preferably a skeleton who is “smallish, bleached, and with a thick pelvis”) he heaves the stone.
Faindriac arches an eyebrow as he observes the stone's trajectory.
"A bit, pedestrian." He sniffs. "But potentially effective all the same." He admits thoughtfully.
"Declaration: Recall, Kreen, we need only go quicker than city dwellers, not not-dead, should wise tactic not work."