Shulim draws his dagger.
"Oi, Ghari, I ain't strong enough to wrestle you out, and dis bloody undead is resistant against me spells so I can't magic you out, so that only leaves me blades! Hang on me buddy I'm gonna try to cut you out."
Shulim lunges up, attacking the zombie's arm where it joins at the shoulder.
"Yuck, keep yer mouth shut Shulim, dis is gonna get messy"
Fazaam stares wide-eyed as Roman's words penetrate. His pause is long enough for Roman to strike again.
"Shazbot." Fazaam spits. He shifts slightly, and lets the heavy lid fly, at the abomination on the floor.
The staff cracks a flagstone. At the same time Fazaam's urn lid crashes into a nearby urn. Unfortunately it snaps off the lid, freeing another shade.
Fudrick's eyed open wide at as the new shade emerges from the broken jar. Not sure where his cousins journal is at he prepares to attack the initial shade. "Cousin where is the journal!"
Fudrick's rapier pierces the shade, and it wails in agony.
The zombie struggles to get a solid grip on Ghari.
Ghari writhes and lurches in the zombie's grasp. Shulim's hold on the monster's arm hinders it just enough that the ranger is not overwhelmed.
opposed grapple check (1d20+2=15)
"Oh for the love of,... You have GOT to be kidding me!" Fazaam sputters as his wild shot cracks open another urn, and yet another shade appears. He swiftly brings his rapier back on guard as Hasan stares for a moment, then begins beating the top of Fazaam's head with his tiny fist.
"OW! QUITIT you little ape! You can chew me out later! Why don't you try doing something useful for a change?!"
Zartari remains silent.
Frustrated at his ineffectiveness, sweat soaks his beard and drips onto his chest. With a snarl, the Half-Orc re-confirms the grip on his weapon.
"For the love of the sea," Yrar screams deep from his chest, "KRAKIS, guide my hammer and send this abomination where it belongs."
With a growling, screaming grunt, Yrar swings his maul toward the zombies back.
The shade elongates out towards Fudrick but his smoky arm slices pass the gnome's face.
Ghari keeps twisting and turning and flailing with his legs, trying to drop the zombie.
take down grapple attempt (1d20=17)
Ghari's leg snakes round Yoraal's and he stumbles bringing them both to the ground.
Ghari's leg snakes round Yoraal's and he stumbles bringing them both to the ground.
"Now that's more like it Ghari! Bring 'em down ta my level. Let's see if ol' Shulim can get dis' beasts' arm off!"
Shulim continues to cut away at the arm:
"Damn I keep hittin' bone" Shulim curses as his knife again fails to cut very deeply, "Hang on just a bit longer mate."
Fazaam backs carefully away from the new cloud of darkness that has taken the place of the one they already destroyed.
"Hasan, take a memo. Leave the urns alone!"
He once again points a finger at the breathing darkness, and cries "Thyrori!".
And once again the tiny specks of light appear around his hand and form a light coating of frost on it before stabbing in a thin blue beam towards the darkness. But his finger shakes just a little, there is a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, and the frost and the beam seem to take a little longer to appear than before.
Fazaam's hit/dmg rolls with Ray of frost: (1d20 3=18, 1d3=2)
Fazaam's miss chance: (1d10=3, 1d10=9)
"Ahhh, the little one is gettin' 'im better than me."
Shulim opens up another small nick in the beast. It roars with anger and pain.
"Youuu iiie!" screams Yoraal at the gnome.
Shulim opens up another small nick in the beast. It roars with anger and pain.
Again Roman swings staff and again he hits mist and stone.
"Zartari, answer me now. Where is the journal." Hoping to quickly dispatch the shade so he can concentrate on finding the journal he attacks.
In a panic and feeling anger building thoughts of the attack on his parents ship cloud his mind, "I have lost enough already. Zartari was supposed to help me" "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS" As his rage flashes through him he strikes at the shade.
Attack on shade #2 (1d20+1=18, 1d4=4, 1d100=8)
The shade disappears in a puff of smoke as Fudrick's blade slices through it.
The zombie above changes tack and continues to squeeze the athletic Ghari.
Yrar's great maul smashes down next to Ghari's head, the flagstone splinters and pieces fall into the chamber below. A large crack now runs through the stone underneath Ghari and Yoraal
antiggrapple to avoid damage (1d20+2=11)
Ghari struggles and squirms, while the zombie clutches him tighter, inexorably squeezing his breath out. "Y......" Suddenly Ghari's struggles cease. He goes limp.
Seeing the shade dissipate as Fudrick's blade slices through it, Fazaam lets out a sigh of relief.
"For heaven's sake, Don't touch the urns!" He says into the sudden stillness of the chamber.
"Ghari, how ya doin' up there buddy? Ghar?"
"Oh bugger! Ghari's Down!"
"Yrar would you quit fooling around and smash this thing?"
The zombie stops moving too at the blow from the little gnome.
As the sounds of combat die out, Fudrick, tears streaking down his cheek, takes a look around the chamber trying to figure out his cousins fate. Cursing the gods for taking his entire family from him.
The mist seems to get thicker the more he moves around. Not wanting to damage another urn he stops and asks the others if they can help him search.
"Oh bugger! Ghari's Down!"
"Ghari!?!" Fazaam cries. In one fluid motion he sheathes his rapier as he runs for the ladder.
Hasan leaps from his shoulder as he reaches the ladder and scampers up, Fazaam right on his curly tail, moving as lightly and easily as only the elves can make it look.He takes in the scene as he vaults from the hole, and quickly helps Shulim and Yrar remove Ghari from the clutches of the dead zombie.
"Ghari? Ghar?! C'mon sirrah, this is most unbecoming! Your supposed to be the 'mighty warrior of the woods'! How do you think it will look if I go and have to rescue your sister without you? What do you think she'll do?! I'll tell you what she'll do, she'll kill me! Come on 'mighty ranger', "
Shulim is surprised to see the zombie drop.
"Well I'll be . . ." he says looking down at the knife. Suddenly at everyone's shouting he remembers his friend still wrapped up in the arms of the inanimate zombie. Shulim will do his best to try and free his friend from the arms of the corpse. After that he'll do his best help his companions search the place.
Shulim will take 20 if there's time if not I can roll.
take 20 = 27
roll 9 +7 = 16
Shulim's surprise is justified.
As he tries to free Ghari, Yoraal (never trustworthy in life) opens his eyes. His arms snake out and he grabs the little gnome. Close to the hot eyes of the zombie burn with hatred and cunning. This is not some dumb shambling beast.
Ghari 13Shulim's surprise is justified.
As he tries to free Ghari, Yoraal (never trustworthy in life) opens his eyes. His arms snake out and he grabs the little gnome. Close to the hot eyes of the zombie burn with hatred and cunning. This is not some dumb shambling beast.
Fazaam 7
Yrar 12
Shulim 20
Roman 10
Fudrick 1
"Aaahh" Shuilim yells as the zombie snatches him up.
The zombie has another good hold and this time it's arms link around the gnome's neck. Ghari's helpless body is pushed to one side in the melee on the ground.
The zombie has another good hold and this time it's arms link around the gnome's neck. Ghari's helpless body is pushed to one side in the melee on the ground.
Shulim trys to stab his way out
"Yrar hit this thing!" Shulim screams.
Shulim rips a wide cut across the monsters throat.
Yrar grumbles, shakes and drops his head when the zombie falls from the little Gnome’s weapon. The Half-Orc lifts his gaze in the direction where he last saw the sea and whispers, “Krakis, you uncaring shark. You tear the skin from my flesh until only bone is left. Then you gnaw on my bones and suck them dry. You hinder me and have the little-one proved mightier.”
As Yrar is whispering his troubles, movement from the zombie refocuses the Half-Orc’s attention. Shulim is swept up by the dead pirate and yells for help. Yrar’s face scrunches in anger and new determination, “KRAKIS,” Yrar roars, “I am no longer in your domain, therefore you will hinder me no lonGER. YOU HERE ME? YOU HERE ME?” With his loudest roar yet, the Half-Orc locks a grip on his maul and performs a low, side-long swing toward the supine zombie’s shoulder, hoping to render the appendage useless.
Maul Attack (Roll 17+5+2 (Action Point) =24) Also, possible +4 applies for prone?
Damage (Roll 1+6=7) Still somewhat jinxed by the 1’s, but it is a start.
"Harder!" Shulim cries, "Hit 'em 'arder! He's still got hold of me throat!"
The maul snaps the neck of Yoraal. Now his twisted head grins garishly down at Shulim. But the zombie keeps fighting.
The maul snaps the neck of Yoraal. Now his twisted head grins garishly down at Shulim. But the zombie keeps fighting.
"Yrar . . . Uurrk . . ." Shulim's eyes roll back in his head and he collapses under the merciless pressure of the zombies cruel dead hands.
The zombie rises from the limp gnome, its head lolling from side to side.