I reckon know: religion...
this is some weird crap I made up though.
I reckon know: religion...
this is some weird crap I made up though.
Ahh yes, the it's the infamous Yik-yak zombies; known far and wide for their love of reggae and green slime. ;-)
Sorry; boss walked in; bla bla; drove home....
the lolling black tongue between rows of canines makes you think of ghouls, as well as the burning hungry eyes.
But ghouls are gaunt things, and these are hideously corpulent; you've never heard of such a creature...
Arright; I reckon Gittik went to sleep....or Aubrey or whoever.
He can attack two times whenever he gets up, because it's round one.
Again, the one Becton and Riese plugged is at a1, there's two in the furnace at a2a3; the big door to the front is open so they have a little bit of cover unless somebody rolls up on them; they could stab away if they wanted to.
There's another one at a4 between the two furnaces.
Everybody's attack.
Beldan’s at H7. He raises his crossbow and fires at the one at A4, across the slim-pit. It’s a miss. He curses, and begins to reload his crossbow.
The bolt fires low, into the green slime pit, and hisses as it sinks into the all-consuming mire.
Stig will move in when he hears the ruckus.
Altai pokes his head into the doorway. Spotting the undead monstrosity, he casts a quick spell.
Stig will move in when he hears the ruckus.
Go for it!!!
Altai pokes his head into the doorway. Spotting the undead monstrosity, he casts a quick spell.
Altai blows two holes in it; one in its chest and one in it's abdomen. It's still moving; from the abdominal hole slimy greasy suet is spewing on the floor.
I'm guessing Becton in d8; he was heading towards the furnaces; Harvak is in d9...
Now feeling that there's no way these creatures could be alive after such punishment, Becton raises his holy symbol. Bright light radiates like beams from the symbol as he utters a prayer.
"Pelor's light shine on these abominations...that the purity of light burn them with righteous flame."
Turning Check (1d20+4=21)
Turning Damage (2d6+5=9)
(lol) the three closest uninjured ones cringe in the furnace and in the slot between the two furnaces, and the one that has thus far been hammered upon is unaffected. The bravado of the damned hisses twixt his teeth: "cowards!!! You make me pukesome. I'm going to gouge your face out with that holy symbol, cleric of Pfftelor!!!"
Gittik; Riese; Stiggy; Elgan left!
Gittik gets two shots;....
Show up, post!!!
Elgan dodges and twists until a couple of his compatriots start charging and Becton lights up the room with a holy radiance. At that point the talkative one's bluster makes up Elgan's mind. His bow hums and the arrow speeds true, though it seems to be more annoying than effective.
Elgan to hit/dmg with bow: (1d20 5=17, 1d6=3)
"Dam' undead 'bominations. Iz bad 'nuff dat dey's still walkin', do they have'ta keep talkin' too?!?"
Riese fires his wand at the closest creature-1d20 7=23 Concentrate, 1d20 4=12 ranged touch, 1d6 2=3 Damage.
Gittik finishes A1; The arrows of Elgan and cold fire of Riese hurt a4; Stiggy's axe hews it damn near in twain.
Stiggy roll a reflex save of d.c.15, or slip.
Grease pours out of its guts, splashing all over the hapless dwarf.
Harvak runs over in front of the furnace and starts stabbing one of them; the grease doesn't spray him as much as it empties out in the furnace.
It's...pretty much over; the trenchermen in the furnace are like ducks in a barrel.
Do you guys talk to them, or does Harvak render them into lard?
Stiggy may or may not fall over in the grease.
Oh, and 300 x.p. each...
Stig goes down like a giraffe on skates.
About....4 feet away from a pit filled with green slime.
He's flailing around a little bit like Bambi on the ice, but he's not sliding. His girth is working for him in this instance....
Flailing in rancid undead grease.
"Ewww!"
The smell of the grease is so vile even Tenser is whining like a newborn pup.
Stiggy's able to scramble out of the wretched muck.
Ya'll gonna talk to the ghoulish folk?
"What's going on downstairs, fatties? And who's playing that abominable music?"
"HA! The frogman plays that little ditty!!! I'm so hungry. I like frogs. Tasty frogs.
They have visitors, they do. They play to hide the dreamers screams.
Can I have some of that meat in there?"
2 rounds.
"No meat for you before you tell me a bit more about the frogman."
"Please...I'm so hungry."
10 rounds the turning lasts.
"The frog man, he's dead like us. But he makes music.
Meat? Now? Fresh, no cook..."
round 3.
Altai waves at the party member closest to the cow carcasses in the next room to throw him a bone. "Who are those dreamers you were talking about? Are they alive?"
"Yes, they live. Twelve dreamers, their nightmares feed the foals.
Twelve servants of the Prince of Undead.
The foals fat on horror."
Round 4.
"Thank you very much, gentleme.., um, things. You have been most helpful, but I'm afraid our roads part here. Enjoy your afterlife, all."
"Mnaaugh! Hungry!!!"
Becton's pretty much in favor of getting rid of them. Maybe a quick kill or toss em into the green slime.
“Kill ‘em,” opinions Beldan, both fascinated and horrified. “Yeah, that slime seemed to dissolve my bolt, it might do a number on them too … or we shoot ‘em full of holes.”
"Beat them down with something blunt - they'll spill less *gag* fat that way. Urgh..."
"Beat them down with something blunt - they'll spill less *gag* fat that way. Urgh..."
I can't tell you how proud of myself I was for that little detail.
1d20 7=21concentrate, 1d20 4=21ranged touch, 1d6 2=7damage.
Riese fires his wand at the closest of the vile creatures.
<shrug>
Gittik slashes open the nearest ghoul with his weapons.
Stig assails the jobby blubber f$!&s.
Axe, damage: (1d20 9=29, 1d10 5=14)
Confirm, damage: (1d20 9=22, 1d10 5=8)
Ghoul parts fill the oven like some hideous Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket from hell. The job is done. exit stage right?...