Becton; Elgan; then THEM.... and Harvak/Gittik again...
(edit) Gittik went this round...just Harv's...
Seeing how his last ball of fire did little more than annoy the hell-horse, Elgan's mind begins looking for alternative's as he hurls another ball of fire at the beast.
Elgan's to hit/dmg with Produce Flame #3: (1d20 4=19, 1d6 4=7)
"Alrigh' now," He says as his flame ball splashes against the ebony hide. "Ah t'ink it's time we git down ta bidness."
The fire burns and scorches, and yet the thing. Will. Not. Fall.
(though it is adding up). The now well-smoked horse screams its rancor.
Realizing he's quickly being surrounded, Becton once again calls on Pelor to banish the undead. His holy symbol and shield blast beams of pure light as he utters, "Pelor's holy radiance destroy the unliving - one and all!"
7 zombies flee from the light of Pelor.
The one at o6 moves to I5 and Gittik gets an aoo.
The three at n8 o8 p8 move to h8, i8, and j8; Altai can aoo one of them.
The three at m9, n9 and m10 move to I11, I12, and I13; Stiggy can aoo one of them.
Their attack!
The fire burns and scorches, and yet the thing. Will. Not. Fall.
(though it is adding up). The now well-smoked horse screams its rancor.
Oops! I meant Becton...
The horse rears up and kicks and bites at Becton.
One solid hoof lands on his chest for 8 h.p. in damage.
The remaining zombies (three of them; the one at L10 moved to N10)
attack Stiggy; none of them hit. (Stiggy's ac21,not 19, dipwad!)
The odd frog bagpiper stabs again at the dwarf, but cannot penetrate his armor.
Harvak charges the remaining horse (to N5) and drives his greatsword into its heart. It backs up scrabbling on the cobblestone and lands dead on the sleeping pilgrim in J8.
ROUND 4!!!
Recapping: Unturned zombies at m10, n11, o10
Bullywug undead bagpiper at m11
Turned zombies at i5, h8,i8,j8, i11, i12, and i13.
The frog's intermittent pipings stop as his face is blasted with frost. He's looking really messed up at this point.
"Ugh...blast!" Becton groans out as the hell-horse bashes his shield hard enough bruise his arm. Harvak's assault gives him a quick reprieve, and he strikes at one of the unturned zombies - if possible.
Becton smites one of the zombies, but it's still in the fight...
Beldan doesn’t see himself as much of a slayer of undead, particularly not in his wounded state. He’ll stay to the northern part of the room this round, keeping an eye on the “pilgrims”, trying to assess which of the trampled ones are still alive and breathing.
They're probably hosed...there's 3 or four that haven't been injured in any way, and they keep screaming and twitching their eyes in their state of night terror.
"Beldan - see if you can extinguish the brazier! Perhaps it is causing the nightmares?"
(Stiggy's ac21,not 19, dipwad!)
Trying his damnedest to squash the Piper.
Tenser, still ripping at the zombie, or the one nearest to Stig still attacking, not turned.
Tenser rips the thing's right fibula out and makes a wil save to go bury it. It's almost toast.
The mighty Stiggy finally bashes down the amphibian abomination. The piping of the thing finally chortles once or twice feebly, and with one long bray at the drones ceases to play.
All around Stiggy are three zombies still...
A thorough go over reveals that she is not among them.
End of combat. 620 exp. each!
Stiggy smashes all the zombies a little more than necessary, and finally needs to be pulled off them.
Tenser takes possession of a dismembered forearm. He won't drop it. The fingers continue to twitch despite its being torn off.
“She’s not here,” announces Beldan, half-way relieved, halfway disappointed. “Where now? Back to that door we passed, or that barricade over yonder?”
“Oh, and Becton … I’m still a bit hurt here .. and does anyone know what the hell is going on here?”
"You mean horses huffing the smoke of dreams? It does seem a little strange, doesn't it..."
By snuff you mean put out the brazier I take it. You don't want to smoke any, right? The hookah stops bubbling, but the dreamers.....no change. You notice amber-glassed...wine bottles; some empty, some broken, 2 full and uncorked, lieing in a mess in and amongst the dreamers' pillows.
“We’ve two wizards and a priest here … surely someone must know what they,” Beldan gestures to the corpses of the two horses, “and that,” he points to what is left of the piper, “are?”
Then he shrugs, as if it doesn’t matter, and gets on with the business of searching the place for treasure, secret ways, whatever.
There's the hookah,....
the frog had a shortsword mwork and studded leather
and some 300 g.p worth of tradeable coin/gems/etc
And two amber wine bottles, still corked
The horses had real nice iron and silver horseshoes; worth 500 g.p. total.
detect magic?
Gittik looks at the fallen horses, zombies and sleepers and shakes his head. "Smoking kill."
Becton gives Beldan a hit from the wand: Wand (1d8+1=8)
"How about now," he asks Beldan. In the meantime, he also casts a spell for his own bruises and wounds: CMW (2d8+4=12)
"Anyone else hurt, or in need of mending?"
He'll also glance around at the creatures to see if anything rings a bell: Knowledge (Religion) (1d20+6=10) Knowledge (History) (1d20+4=21)
“Thanks my man. Or … um, thank Pelor for me…”
“Thanks my man. Or … um, thank Pelor for me…”
Becton turns with a half-smile, and taps the sun-face upon his black shield - "His grace shine on thee..."
"Smoking kill."
"Anyone else hurt, or in need of mending?"
"Yes"
Stig is messed up. I don't know how many points and I've got an emergency here. can't check. Gotta go.
Becton's knowledge:history
certain tribes of bullywugs are known for rather extreme body art; some of the bards even going so far as to insert bagpipes into their throat bags, and didjeridoos and all sort of garishness.
Gittik looks at the fallen horses, zombies and sleepers and shakes his head. "Smoking kill."
LOL!!!
Becton: the know:religion doesn't tell you anything about the equines; the horses weren't right though.
The bullywug's a zombie; one of those "smart" ones like the one outside granny's house.
"Yes"
Stig is messed up. I don't know how many points and I've got an emergency here. can't check. Gotta go.
Becton places a hand upon the dwarf's shoulder and grips his holy symbol for a healing prayer: CMW (2d8+4=13)
He had to jam looks like; that sounds like he's at about max.
"Surprise! The hookah is magical! Um, OK, so that wasn't very surprising... Also, frog-boy has a magical sword. Could be useful for someone."
Knowledge checks. I know Local, Dungeoneering and Arcana equally.
1d20 5=14
1d20 5=24, 1d20 5=14
1d20 5=21, 1d20 5=12
There are 5. You can divvy them out as you need to. Trying to ID the horse, piper, hookah/fire/dreamer, stuff in bottles, etc.....
"Let's see.... there is some interesting stuff here."
My wounds are severe! It is so hard to concentrate......I think I am bleeding out......how long does it take for infection to set in......Owww..
There are 5. You can divvy them out as you need to. Trying to ID the horse, piper, hookah/fire/dreamer, stuff in bottles, etc....."Let's see.... there is some interesting stuff here."
The horse(s) are fiendish. Hell or some such place is in their pedigree; they might have some nightmare in them.
The piper was a bullywug bard zombie.The stuff in the bottles--looks like wine, smells like wine, but there's something murky floating in it. Wanna taste?
The hookah--anyone's guess; though you've heard that on other planes, sometimes the creatures feed on fear, or pain.
Two of the dreamers you recognize; they're Saltmarshers. One lives, one dead. The wife now a widow and the husband ran a fishmarket/ fishing operation that went out of business last year...
"Surprise! The hookah is magical! Um, OK, so that wasn't very surprising... Also, frog-boy has a magical sword. Could be useful for someone."
Yes, the hookah seems to absorb nightmares, and transmogrify it into a smoky form.
Yes, the hookah seems to absorb nightmares, and transmogrify it into a smoky form.
but...for what purpose?
Elgan assists in separating the dead victims from the living. He looks over the horses very carefully.
"Don' rightly know whar dese came frum chere, but dey ain't nat'ral, dat much I kin tell!"
"I'fn dey wuz feedin' on dere nightmares, wuz ir fer rec'reation?, fer gettin stronger? An' how long dey bin doin' dis? Does it kill da peoples? Er duz they return im ta town 'n pick em up agin later fer another round?"
The elf looks around the room at the dead bodies, both natural and reanimated, with wild-eyed abandon.
"Ah tells yeh, sumthin STINKS aroun' heah! Dere is sumthin' SERIOUSLY messed up in dis heah town!" He says, just a little too close to panic or paranoia for comfort. "How kin did be goin' on in yer own neck o' da woods an' NOT realize it?!?"
My wounds are severe! It is so hard to concentrate......I think I am bleeding out......how long does it take for infection to set in......Owww..
Becton approaches Riese, "Where are you hurt, scholar?"
CLW (1d8+4=12)