Round 5:
Throwing a worried glance in Petvar's direction, Morthos again attempts to finish-off Tripe...
Darren waits to move until he can see if the rest of the party can make room, but unfortunately the zombie remains standing, so he tries to move the table to clear some space, but can't quite get it to move with all of the equipment sitting on it. Filios and Morthos both attack Tripe again with unspectacular results. Tripe tries once more to push the massive empty vat down onto Morthos. This time he succeeds, and though Morthos is able to keep from getting pinned by the frame, he takes full damage, 8 points, from the shrapnel that results from the drop.
start of round 6
The area inside the green outlines is difficult terrain.
Initiative order with pertinent status information, bold still to go this round
Tripe; bomber's eye, enlarged; 9 damage
Solomon
Petvar: 10 damage
Darren
Zombie 2(J8): 16 damage
Filios
Morthos
Solomon takes another swing at the zombie, desperately trying to bring the acursed thing down.
"Torag, aid me in my strikes, will ya? I don imagine you gave me greater abilities to heal just for that to be the only thing Im good at.", Solomon calls towards the ceiling.
Petvar attempts to finish off the Zombie.
Petvar finally drops the zombie.
Darren growls in frustration when he couldn't move the table. He waits longer, hoping space will open close to Tripe. When Petvar drops the zombie, Darren steps into the breach.
Filios attacks again from a flanking position with Morthos.
LS ATT:
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Darren's attack bounces off as Tripe takes a jab at him with his longspear, but the limited space of the room keeps him from using it effectively. Filios is almost able to get his longsword through Tripe's defenses, but it catches on a vial just before it can hurt Tripe.
Round 6:
"That was close..." Morthos mutters, before taking yet another swing at the over-sized Tripe!
Tripe howls in pain as he tries once more to bring he watches the scene with manic eyes as he grabs a potion from his quick release sash and drinks it down. As he drinks it, a few of his wounds close.
The area inside the green outlines is difficult terrain.
Initiative order with pertinent status information, bold still to go this round
Tripe; bomber's eye, enlarged; 20 damage; moderately wounded
Solomon
Petvar: 10 damage
Darren
Filios
Morthos: 8 damage
"Lay down on the floor now, like a good lad, so we can take yer head quick an easy." Solomon calls out to Tripe, magical compulsion flowing through his words.
Petvar walks up next to Tripe and swings hard with his longsword. Abomination!
This time, Tripe just laughs insanely as it is becoming clear that trying to mentally effect someone clearly as unhinged as he already is may not get very good results. As Petvar steps forward, he lashes out once again in pure madness, and somehow manages to stick the spear where he needs to to partially skewer Petvar for 8 damage.
Darren takes another swing at the insane necromancer.
Filios uses both weapons to again attack Tripe!
Bastard!
LS ATT:
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SS DAM:
LS ATT:
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Round 7:
Grunting in frustration, Morthos takes another swing at Tripe...
Filios finds an opening against Tripe as Petvar takes down the zombie. Tripe howls in rage and tries to bring his meaty enlarged fist down on Filios. While he just misses landing a knockout blow, he still gets a solid left jab in.
Tripe: 30 damage; seriously wounded
Solomon mutters a short, quiet prayer and suddenly begins to glow brightly, as if under a protective aura. After readjusting the grip on his axe, the dwarf takes a few steps up to get within reach of Tripe, tryin to help his allies get into a good flanking position.
Darren takes a swing at Tripe, but not trying to hit him, as much as distract him from Filios's dual attacks.
Maddened with rage over Tripe's use of the undead, Petvar swings both swords at Tripe.
Petvar almost takes Tripe out in his rage, but can't quite finish him off, as Tripe's spear once more swings wildly at where Solomon was, but isn't anymore.
Filios tries to finish off the annoying Tripe!
LS ATT:
LS DAM:
SS ATT:
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LS Confirm:
Crit DAM:
AHA! Got you!
"I guess I should have seen that coming. He never was exactly on the fully sane side of the equation. Still, it's a shame; he really was a half way decent person deep down. At least the equipment isn't likely to break." A female voice says from the corner as Tripe collapses onto one of the lab tables, crushing it with its weight and sending equipment flying everywhere.
Morthos raises an eyebrow.
"Well, Tripe had ruffled quite a few feathers upstairs. It was only a matter of time before someone was sent to deal with him...
...and who might you be, Miss?"
Filios turns threateningly with both swords dripping with blood. He smirks at the female and awaits a reply to Morthos' inquiry.
"Why don't you put away your weapons so we can have a nice calm, rational conversation like proper civilized people. It's not they would stop me from leaving anyway.
As to who I am, I met Svilennius when he was first starting down his path, and not knowing where it would lead, but knowing that he was able to offer me a possible solution to my difficulties when no one else could, I agreed to aid him. He was able to provide me with the help I needed, but because it took longer to have an effect than he had been expecting, he tore up all of his notes, making it impossible for him to replicate the process. That loss, combined with the rejection from his own church, unhinged him. Since then, I have spent most of my time in the bedroom beyond the pit hoping that a bit of a home like environment would aid his nerves, but he stopped spending much time there, so I've by myself most of the time lately, just trying to stay out of his way."
Solomon motions for the others to gather a little closer to him while the woman speaks. When all are within range, he will focus the divine power flowing through him, sending it out to heal his allies.
When the woman has finished speaking, Solomon responds, "That's nice, but you haven' answered my friends question. What might your name be, las?"
"Why should I give you my name when I am unclear of your intentions? If you are intent on maintaining hostilities, I see no reason why I should indulge in civil conversation any more than I already have."
A concerned look crosses Solomon's face when he realizes his channeling did nothing, though he doesnt mention it out loud. "Who said anythin about maintaining hostilities? All we're wantin to know is who we're talking to."
Solomon puts his axe back on his belt and looks back towards the woman, "There now, is that more to yer likin?"
"It's a good start, and I will accept it in hopes that your companions will see the wisdom of it and follow suit. My name is Esme."
Darren follows Solomon's lead and sheathes his sword. He returns to the door and retrieves his mace, sheathing it as well. He then scans the room, looking for other entrances through which reinforcements may arrive, as he listens to the party talk to the disembodied voice.