Nye watches the half breed finish his work with the animals and motions for Kerl to join him beside the tent. "Thanks for tending to Laxmi, she's a good mule. I'd like to offer you the use of my tent tonight. It sleeps two and since I'm so small we'd both fit comfortably and keep ourselves out of the winter chill."
"Mule is good animal very reliable, just do not talk to them. They are very depressing to talk with. I think it is because they can not breed. Birds much more cheerfull. I do not get the chills anymore. I show you" fires dances in Kerl's hand then suddenly he slaps the gnome on the back giving Nye cold resistance
1d6+2=8Nye does not feel the cold at all.
"I get better at that. Last time I tried on other person I burnt their beard. Perhaps putting the flame in back instead of in face is better idea. I wonder what the ranger will find to eat. Fresh meat sounds good to me tonight."
"Mule is good animal very reliable, just do not talk to them. They are very depressing to talk with. I think it is because they can not breed. Birds much more cheerfull. I do not get the chills anymore. I show you" fires dances in Kerl's hand then suddenly he slaps the gnome on the back giving Nye cold resistance
1d6+2=8
Nye does not feel the cold at all."I get better at that. Last time I tried on other person I burnt their beard. Perhaps putting the flame in back instead of in face is better idea. I wonder what the ranger will find to eat. Fresh meat sounds good to me tonight."
Nye smiles and a comfortable look of relief crosses his face while the warmth spreads throughout his body. "That's a handy trick. I think that you and I will be good friends. Here eat a bite until the meal arrives." The gnome's tone and expression show honest sincerity and he offers the half-orc some of the jerky from his trail rations. "Tell me friend, what brings you this far north?"
"That, old timer, sound like an excellent plan," quips Garyn, helping Klay and his boys collect their belongings. "If we are going to camp here for the night, I'm going to see if I can catch some fresh meat for dinner. Kumal, you wish to join me?" He looks back at Klay. "Save some of that whiskey for me." Garyn gathers his bow and with a whistle he and Bartleby head for the treeline.
Between the three, you're able to round up some rabbits pretty quickly before the light gets dim.
When Garyn returns, he graciously accepts the drink from Klay.
"So, you and your boys live around here?" he asks, making simple small talk for a few minutes. Garyn briefly, and without giving many details, explains the groups task. "Anything unexpected you know of between here and Merzel's Falls? I'd hate for us to be caught unprepared. Any good hunter should know his quarry."
"Naw. We're Rushers. Just waitin' fer the Suppliers to get here. It's bad luck fer a Rusher to go inta Merzel's afore the Suppliers' do. I don't know if Merzel's clear or not. Nalan, fetch some water fer the pot."
Once done he plops down in front of the tent kicks off his boots and asks one of the brothers, "So have you been out here prospecting a long time?"
Jarad thinks a moment, "We've been coming up here with father for a little over five years. I lost my law license and so I joined him."
"Do ye know who built that bridge that you're panning by? Its good work, if nothing fancy. Curious to know what it was doing out here in the middle of no where." he asks of Klay.
"I cain't rightly tell yeh. I think it was here afore Merzal's Fall was called Merzal's Fall."
In the dying sunlight, Nalan calls out from the waterside, "Pa! There's a body in the stream!" The young man sloshes over to the floating body as quickly as he can in his awkward boots. Reaching down, he seizes the dead weight of the torso from the water and flips the body over to face him.
He howls in pain, and it echoes through the wilderness. Dropping the body with a splash, he raises his newly blackened hands and stares at them in horror. He doesn’t notice the waterlogged body quietly rising of its own accord beside him.
"Nalan! Get away from there!" Garyn yells, leaping to his feet. "Klay, get you and your boys behind us!" Bartleby instantly awakens from his slumber and stands growling at Garyn's side. "Friends, we have company!"
Garyn narrows his eyes.
Looks like we might have to earn our keep after all.
He howls in pain, and it echoes through the wilderness. Dropping the body with a splash, he raises his newly blackened hands and stares at them in horror. He doesn’t notice the waterlogged body quietly rising of its own accord beside him.
"Didn't anyone ever tell the kid to shoot dead body from a safe distance before touching it." Kerl shakes his head. "Time to earn my talons."
init 1d20+5=22
Move action Kerl will stand up and ready his shield.
Standard action: If the creature is within 30ft he will use his fire bolt
to hit: 1d20+6=24
Damage: 1d6+2=6
Otherwise he will draw his scimitar and move between the camp and the river.
Thurgar turns and looks to the stream as the kid yells. When the yell turns to a shriek of pain he gets to his feet grabbing his warhammer and shield.
"Seems our work is not yet complete," he grumbled at Klay as he stands.
"Watch yourself there boy," he shouts at Nalan.
Thurgar runs 20ft towards the stream and the body rising from it.
He howls in pain, and it echoes through the wilderness. Dropping the body with a splash, he raises his newly blackened hands and stares at them in horror. He doesn’t notice the waterlogged body quietly rising of its own accord beside him.
“Interrompa non vivo!”, shouts Nye in an unearthly voice as he leaps to his feet. A ray of ice blue energy bursts from his hands towards the not so dead corpse.
"Didn't anyone ever tell the kid to shoot dead body from a safe distance before touching it." Kerl shakes his head. "Time to earn my talons."
init 1d20+5=22
Move action Kerl will stand up and ready his shield.
Standard action: If the creature is within 30ft he will use his fire bolt
to hit: 1d20+6=24
Damage: 1d6+2=6
The bolt of fire briefly lights up the area as it races towards the creature, washing over it. The icicles on its body melt from the flames. In the dying illumination, the waterlogged clothing can be seen frosting over. The creature turns to look at you, but then turns back to Nalan.
“Interrompa non vivo!”, shouts Nye in an unearthly voice as he leaps to his feet. A ray of ice blue energy bursts from his hands towards the not so dead corpse.
Reaching out with your power you confirm that the creature is undead. Establishing a link to the thing, you rip necrotic energy out of its body, harmlessly dissapating it.
Garyn whistles once and barks sharply, "Hold Bartleby! This abomination seems to injure with only a touch!"
Garyn readies his bow and sights down the arrow at the frozen corpse.
"For Mum," he whispers and let's the arrow fly unerringly at the undead creature.
The bolt of fire briefly lights up the area as it races towards the creature, washing over it. The icicles on its body melt from the flames. In the dying illumination, the waterlogged clothing can be seen frosting over. The creature turns to look at you, but then turns back to Nalan.
For my next move.
"Human is right, this undead harm with cold touch" Kerl thinks to himself as flames resume dancing on his fingers "I think maybe not"
Kerl sees the creature start to attack and releases another bolt of fire which washes over his ally just before the creature reaches them. "I'll keep you warm."
Listening to the information that his partners are relaying, Thurgar stops and slides his warhammer back into it's loop on his belt.
"This dwarf has no magic, but I bet this beasty won't like this," Thurgar reaches into his pack and grabs a vial of alchemist's fire.
Thurgar makes a quick check to take in where everyone is at.
T'wouldn't do any good to singe anyone over this.
Garyn whistles once and barks sharply, "Hold Bartleby! This abomination seems to injure with only a touch!"
Garyn readies his bow and sights down the arrow at the frozen corpse.
"For Mum," he whispers and let's the arrow fly unerringly at the undead creature.
The arrow slams into a blackened eye socket and part of the thing's face shears off in pieces. Narrowly missing the brain, it still stands.
Kumal dashes out to the water, grabs Nalan by the back of his clothing, and drags him out of the undead's reach. He gives a quick nod at Thurgar and Wulfgar.
Thurgar whips the vial of Alchemist's Fire at the creature. "We'll see how you like it hot," he howls.
As the vial leaves his hand he grunts in disgust know it was not his best toss ever.
[ooc] ranged touch attack = 13 (1d20+7) (6+7=13) -2 for every 10ft over the first 10. I'm not sure how far away ol' Thurgar is. Wow, my rolls have sucked. [/occ]
Kumal dashes out to the water, grabs Nalan by the back of his clothing, and drags him out of the undead's reach. He gives a quick nod at Thurgar and Wulfgar.
Kumal then draws forth his greatsword and holds his ground, making sure to stand between his comrades and the advancing abomination. He waits a moment, allowing the dwarf's alchemist's fire to do its work. Then, snarling an oath, he brings the blue-shimmering blade down upon the creature with all his barbaric strength.
The surface of the water freezes around the thing as stinging cold seems to pour from it. Kumal hasn't felt cold this badly since he was further north and much younger.
The icy cracks and watery splashes accompany the thing's lunge at Kumal. Blackened, ice-encrusted hands rake down Kumal's back, his armor saving him from being ripped open but unable to stop the icy burns.
Frost begins to cover Kumal but a flash of heat washes over him melting it thanks to Kerl's warding.
Thurgar whips the vial of Alchemist's Fire at the creature. "We'll see how you like it hot," he howls.
As the vial leaves his hand he grunts in disgust know it was not his best toss ever.
Luck is on Thurgar's side. His throw would have come up short if not for the thing surging forward to pursue Kumal. The glass easily shatters and flames erupt. The ferocious cold coming from the thing prevents any splashing of the Alchemist's Fire as it is frozen before it can start burning.
Nye is able to continue "bleeding" the necrotic energy out of the undead. He can sense that it is close to collapsing.
"Back to the cold blackness whence you came. Back, I say, in Gorum's name!!", Wulfgar says, his voice rising to a shout.
Rolling away from Wulfgar, the air shimmers, tinged with red and smelling of the dust of battle. Faintly, Nalan and Kumal can hear, "Medic over here!" and feel some relief of their pains.
The clash of battle enjoined is heard as wounds appear on the thing. Then the clash is heard again, then again. Suddenly, from behind it, two more frost covered bodies surge to the surface of the water, snarling in pain!
The surface of the water freezes around the thing as stinging cold seems to pour from it. Kumal hasn't felt cold this badly since he was further north and much younger.
Kumal grits his teeth as the numbing cold envelopes him and threatens to smother him in its implacable embrace.
The icy cracks and watery splashes accompany the thing's lunge at Kumal. Blackened, ice-encrusted hands rake down Kumal's back, his armor saving him from being ripped open but unable to stop the icy burns.
Frost begins to cover Kumal but a flash of heat washes over him melting it thanks to Kerl's warding.
Kumals snarls in anger as the pain washes through him. His barbaric instincts then take over.
Kumals snarls in anger as the pain washes through him. His barbaric instincts then take over.
After quickly eying the situation, the corner of Garyn's mouth twitches upward almost imperceptively. Seems my friend has that situation well under control, or as much as he shows when he's angry. I don't want to spoil his fun.
Garyn quickly knocks an arrow and takes a bead on the next incoming creature. He lets loose an arrow, and before it even strikes its mark another is knocked and buzzing toward the unnatural creature.
"The creature is weakening, keep after it. Nye blasts the creature with another wave of his hand and a shout of, "Interrompa non vivo!"
Range Touch Attack (1d20+5=18)
disrupt undead spell damage (1d6=1)
Kumals snarls in anger as the pain washes through him. His barbaric instincts then take over.After quickly eying the situation, the corner of Garyn's mouth twitches upward almost imperceptively. Seems my friend has that situation well under control, or as much as he shows when he's angry. I don't want to spoil his fun.
Garyn quickly knocks an arrow and takes a bead on the next incoming creature. He lets loose an arrow, and before it even strikes its mark another is knocked and buzzing toward the unnatural creature.
Both arrows drive into it's neck side-by-side, frozen flesh shattering from the impacts. Enough that it's head now lolls to its' right side, a bluish-black sludgy ichor slowly runs from the wound.
Kumal grits his teeth as the numbing cold envelopes him and threatens to smother him in its implacable embrace.
Kumal resists that embrace. Yet two more wintry blasts crash into him. These things must be the "Frozen Dead" of which the elders spoke of only in hushed tones.
Kumals snarls in anger as the pain washes through him. His barbaric instincts then take over.
Finishing what Garyn started, Kumal's greatsword smashes through the head and neck, removing both. A burst of bluish-black sludge sprays out of the body. The drops sizzle and snap as it falls against the heat aura Kerl has around you.
Disregarding the punishing attacks by your allies the remaining two surge toward you. Both covered in the blue-black sludge of their fallen they swing their fists like twin hammers, battering you between them. You feel none of the icy burn from before as Kerl's ward continues protecting you.
"The creature is weakening, keep after it. Nye blasts the creature with another wave of his hand and a shout of, "Interrompa non vivo!"
Kumal's powerful strike also severs your link to that undead. You quickly establish a link to the one Garyn wounded and, with gritted teeth, will the bolt to shift over to the new target. The hurried change works but only barely. You can see the blue-black sludge flow more freely from the undead's neck.
Kumal resists that embrace. Yet two more wintry blasts crash into him. These things must be the "Frozen Dead" of which the elders spoke of only in hushed tones.
Kumal's muscular frame twitches as the icy numbness threatens to pull him into the black abyss.
Finishing what Garyn started, Kumal's greatsword smashes through the head and neck, removing both. A burst of bluish-black sludge sprays out of the body. The drops sizzle and snap as it falls against the heat aura Kerl has around you.
Disregarding the punishing attacks by your allies the remaining two surge toward you. Both covered in the blue-black sludge of their fallen they swing their fists like twin hammers, battering you between them. You feel none of the icy burn from before as Kerl's ward continues protecting you.
Kumal cringes as the icy, rending talons strike him again and again. Great lacerations suddenly appear on his exposed arms and neck. He responds with a loud grunt and tiger-like snarl.
Seeing the pain that Kumal is in, Thurgar draws his warhammer and rushes the creature.
He isn't positive how much it will hurt the creature, but he can see the man is taking a beating and even if he can distract the fiend that is something.
Attack roll= 22 (24 if flanking) (1d20 + 10) (12 + 10 = 22)
Damage= 11 (1d8 + 6) (5 + 6 = 11)
"The creature is weakening, keep after it. Nye blasts the creature with another wave of his hand and a shout of, "Interrompa non vivo!"Kumal's powerful strike also severs your link to that undead. You quickly establish a link to the one Garyn wounded and, with gritted teeth, will the bolt to shift over to the new target. The hurried change works but only barely. You can see the blue-black sludge flow more freely from the undead's neck.
Kerl moves along the bank of the river his fingers ourstretched. A cone of flame bursts from his hand at the nearest undead
Buring hand damge 5d4=10
Kumal's muscular frame twitches as the icy numbness threatens to pull him into the black abyss.
Despite the barrage, the cold can't get a grip on him.
Using the momentum of his strike, Kumal slashes his blade diagonally across the nearest undead. A spray of ice crystals and blue-black ichor crackle against Kerl's ward in response.
Kumal cringes as the icy, rending talons strike him again and again. Great lacerations suddenly appear on his exposed arms and neck. He responds with a loud grunt and tiger-like snarl.
Garyn sets his sights on the creature his dwarven friend splashed with the alchemist's fire. A solid plan, he muses, but I think we'll need a stronger fire.
Bartleby snaps and growls, the undead creature foul to both his senses and sensibilities. "Easy, my friend," whispers Garyn, "this is no foe to be met with fang and claw." Bartleby stays by Garyn's side, but lets out another series of barks and growls, itching to attack.
Garyn releases two more arrows, sighting down the arrow and accounting for wind and distance in the time it takes most men's heart to beat twice.
Kerl moves along the bank of the river his fingers ourstretched. A cone of flame bursts from his hand at the nearest undead
Kumal feels the oppressive cold increase as the ward is lifted, but not enough to impair him. He is quickly warmed by a jet of flame that engulfs the undead before him. Unfortunately, the frozen corpse refuses to ignite.
Seeing the pain that Kumal is in, Thurgar draws his warhammer and rushes the creature.
He isn't positive how much it will hurt the creature, but he can see the man is taking a beating and even if he can distract the fiend that is something.
Crashing through the stream water, you inhale sharply as tremendous cold tries to push into your bones. It's not enough to stop you from striking a solid blow on the wounded thing. Your hand and forearm stings a little from the attack.
"I said...BACK!!" Wulfgar shouts, holding his Glaive in front of him. An silent surge emanates from him, causing barely perceptable ripples in the air to spread out.
As the ripples roll forward, splashing footsteps appear in the water from someone unseen rushing directly toward the melee. The splashes stop directly behind Kumal. Kumal feels strength returning to his injured arms and neck. Kumal hears a voice, "Once more I am called to battle. We strike the foe now and be rid of it!"
Kumal swings his blade and connects with both creatures. The head is severed from one and the other hisses in pain. "This old warrior thanks you for the taste of battle."
Garyn sets his sights on the creature his dwarven friend splashed with the alchemist's fire. A solid plan, he muses, but I think we'll need a stronger fire.
Bartleby snaps and growls, the undead creature foul to both his senses and sensibilities. "Easy, my friend," whispers Garyn, "this is no foe to be met with fang and claw." Bartleby stays by Garyn's side, but lets out another series of barks and growls, itching to attack.
Garyn releases two more arrows, sighting down the arrow and accounting for wind and distance in the time it takes most men's heart to beat twice.
Before the chest wound Kumal inflicted can ice over, Garyn's arrows slam into it's icy heart. The blue-black ichor that bursts out freezes the arrows instantly.
As the ripples roll forward, splashing footsteps appear in the water from someone unseen rushing directly toward the melee. The splashes stop directly behind Kumal. Kumal feels strength returning to his injured arms and neck. Kumal hears a voice, "Once more I am called to battle. We strike the foe now and be rid of it!"
As the ripples roll forward, splashing footsteps appear in the water from someone unseen rushing directly toward the melee. The splashes stop directly behind Kumal. Kumal feels strength returning to his injured arms and neck. Kumal hears a voice, "Once more I am called to battle. We strike the foe now and be rid of it!"
"Interrompa non vivo!" Nye cast his cantrip again targeting the remaining creature.
Range touch attack (1d20+5=25)
Critical Check (1d20+5=24)
disrupt undead damage (1d6=2)