Gerth tries to concentrate through the battering he recieves from the corpses.
Fort saves 15,10. Concentration checks 16,29.
my companions shall be the death of me!... Lance thinks as the arrow whishes past him
Hearing the dwarf cry out in fear and not in a battle cry that is normally associated with his kind, Lance takes to chasing after him. “Rourke! Stay together, don’t go running off on your own!” Lance calls after him.
As he takes chase he calls out to the others “I’ll get Rourke, follow when you can.”
Asfer moves up next to the others and then shoots the final corpse.
"I cun follow but ital 'it me."
Next readied maneuver is Stone Bones
Brinmore moves around the rolling sphere of fire, careful to not get singed, and attempts to cave in the chest of the next corpse.
Melee attack against corpse C6 using the Bonecrusher maneuver. (1d20+10=11, 1d8+4+4d6=21)
Brinmore moves into a flanking position with Gerth, easily ducking a swing from the corpse. And the corpse ducks Brinmore's swing.
Lance dashes to Rourke's side and is immediately aware of the wild eyed look of fear on the dwarf's face. Rourke is alternately gasping for breath and screaming.
Asfer approaches and leaves an arrow shaft in the corpse.
Gerth
Lyria concentrates, and the sphere moves to ignite another corpse.
Flaming Sphere damage (2d6=9)
Gerth slices the corpse twice across the body. Your kama proves to be an effective weapon.
Lyria's flaming orb rolls into the corpe, scorching it severely.
Rourke looks at Lance with an expression of utter fear, and then he hurls himself into the flaming haycart. The cart shatters under his weight and sparks go flying as Rourke dissappears in the flames.
Gaspar delays.
The corpse almost falls over itself as it tries to throw a shoulder into Gerth. Gerth easily dodges the clumsy act.
Gaspar with sweat beading his brow grasps his holy symbol tightly, and points his finger at the remaining undead, calling forth Pelor's power to unsettle the negative energy animating the creature.
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Gaspar with sweat beading his brow grasps his holy symbol tightly, and points his finger at the remaining undead, calling forth Pelor's power to unsettle the negative energy animating the creature.
Ranged Touch Attack (1d20+4=13)
Disrupt Undead damage (1d6=6)
All the jostling around the zombie causes Gaspar to miss with his spell.
Asfer shoots the burning corpse twice.
First Attack=19, Piercing Damage=27
Second shot=14, Piercing Damage=20
"What do I do?"
Seeing the last corpse on fire Brinmore calls on Pelor as he strikes his foe sending a pulse of radiant energy towards Gerth.
Asfer stands hopping slightly from one foot to the other.
"What do I?"
Gerth shouts to his companions about the skeletal figure in the alley to his allies.
Grateful that the hay-cart shattered under his dwavern companion weight and from being totally engulfed in the flames, Lance begins to move to pull him out. Though the scattering of the burning hay-cart will alleviate the harm caused by the fire, Rourke will have several irritating burns to remind him of this incident.
Lance looks about as he pulls he friend clear, he knew Rourke had to be under some sort of effect, magical or otherwise. The corpses seemed just that, animated corpses. Then he recalled what Gerth called out about a skeletal figure in the alley.
Looking to his companions he sees Asfer hopping from foot to foot.
“HEY ASFER, WE NEED TO GET TO THE FIGURE IN THE ALLEY. I THINK IT MAY BE EFFECTING ROURKE SOMEHOW.”
“GERTH, WHICH ALLEY IS IT IN?”
Figuring that Rourke must be viewed by the skeletal figure to remain effected, he looks to see if he can spot it himself.
“GERTH, WHICH ALLEY IS IT IN?”
"That one."
Asfer finishes his go and moves five foot towards the alley that Gerth points at.
"I shoot him?"
Brinmore hits, but his mace does nothing to the corpse.
Lance tries to find an opening to Rourke or even Rourke himself, but the flames and black smoke prove too much.
Asfer moves closer to the alley, but fails to see anything amid the small piles of rubbish.
Gerth slashes twice with his kama, quickly incapacitating the corpse.
Lyria moves her flaming sphere to block the alley's entrance.
Lyria moves and directs her magic.
Gaspar, his rage building at the continued presence of these monstrosities, steps forward, and presents his holy symbol to the remaining undead. "I Pelor's name I beseech thee!" "Return to thy natural death!"
Spend two turn attempts to destroy
Turn Attempt (1d20+7=23)... Up to 10HD
Gaspar walks clser to the mouth of the alley and at his command there is a small explosion of light and ash at the far end of the alley.(and Gerth can tell you that the creature is no more).
Asfer runs into the alley, bow at the ready, looking for his next target. Then he stops.
These foes bode ill if there are more of them. I am currently wounded and in need of assistance. These creatures pose a serious threat considering my fighting style. I must meditate and discover better tactics.
Where is travel-companion Rourke?
Gerth climbs on top of the nearest building and acts as lookout as his allies regroup.
Gerth climbs a nearby building, but the ever-present mist prevents him from seeing much.
After noticing that his friends have stood down from actual melee Lance calls out to them
"Over here quickly!" he shouts, Hoping that with their help a remote chance to save their dwarven companion exist.
Gaspar lets the rage drain from his body as the last of the undead fall. "Now that we have taken care of the unliving, let me see what Pelor can do to assist the living".
Gaspar looks around for any wounded companions and uses his healing spells to heal.
Gerth jumps down from the building () and moves to the shadows near the square, trying to listen and spot trouble while his allies are distracted.
"What happened to Rourke?" Brinmore asks as he heads over to the alley where the skeletal creature was located and investigates the remains of the creature.
Brinmore - the only sign that any creature was ever in the alley is a roughly humanoid shaped outline composed of greasy ash.
"He run into fire cart. He seen ghost. Maybe." Asfer joins the others after searching for arrows among the bodies.
"He run into fire cart. He seen ghost. Maybe." Asfer joins the others after searching for arrows among the bodies.
"Guess he didn't have it. Anyway mourning over him here would be useless and dangerous now. We should keep moving and mourn Rourke in our hearts."
Lyria adds in a quieter tone, smiling at herself: "At least he was decent enough to incinerate himself so we wouldn't have to worry about burying him."
Lyria moves her sphere to the NW building, setting it on fire. "I don't want any more corpses jump at me, and there probably isn't anything alive here anyway."
Lyria's ball of flame moves into one of the buildings, but before it can do any real damage, the ball winks out of existence.
"Perhaps we should decide what to do next. As mourning for Rourke is put on hold -sorry to say- mayhap we check with the indigenous population. They may have intelligence concerning these corpses or if there are more of them. Failing that, we may find a dwelling-place and rest until the morrow. The fog should be gone by then yes?"
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