Gravelands Survivors, Chapter 1 "Rising to the Challenge"
...Life is hell. Or the abyss. Whatever you want to call it, or believe. You might wonder if you are the last living beings in the country of Lastwall, perhaps all of Golarion, for indeed, the Scouts Rotation - of which some of you perhaps periodically join - continues to confirm that the town of remains entirely overrun by throngs of The Dead. 20 captives stuck below ground subsisting on stale, magically conjured gruel, day in, day out. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, months to years. Barely, by a thinnest thread, the morale of the group held together by the decreasing hope of reaching the surface alive and unbitten. Every day down here is an eternity. But. Though the situation may be bleak, you have your life, and a close knit group of people who have become somewhat of a surrogate family, headed by the woman who led you to safety down here when they first attacked, Dame Talia Gildar, a strategic officer of Lastwall, and sustained by the gentle hand of Constan Russi, a devout of Iomedae, rationing what little food his connection to the divine is able to supply.
As well as all the others...
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Dame Talia Gildar
(devoted female human strategic officer)
Urged to retire and enjoy her golden years, Dame Talia settled for coordinating the supply lines that ran through Yua's Hope. When the undead marched on her town, rather than picking up her sword, she agreed to accompany the survivors into the crypts, believing her cool head would help keep the frightened civilians from panicking. To many if not all of the survivors, she is a symbol of strength and determination.
Constan Russi
(dedicated male human cleric of Iomedae)
A devout Iomedaaen, Constan has spent the last six years delivering sermons of hope to the forlorn survivors. He is a serious, contemplative man, but he offers kind wisdom to anyone in need of advice. Every day, he prays for and casts create food to keep the survivors going, supplemented occasionally by a Scouts Rotation who determine if foraging above is even possible, which, on rare instances that it is, more often than not proves unfruitful.
The Dwarf Smith, Rokvel Hardbrow (1)
(contemplative dwarf blacksmith)
Before the arrival of the Whispering Tyrant, Rokvel was Yua's Hope's resident blacksmith, specializing in the crafting of breastplates for crusading knights. Of all the survivors, she is the least concerned with living underground.
The Reformed Raider, Garaag Sunbrand (1)
(standoffish orc laborer)
Garaag was accompanying a group Belkzen raiders into Lastwall when the Whispering Tyrant's forces arrived. The freshest warrior in his hold, Garaag had never seen true battle and still feels shame for fleeing the undead rather than dying alongside his fellow warriors.
The Fox Scouts (4)
Jono Brushpaw (aloof kitsune rnger), Yiluva Brushpaw (fierce kitsune ranger), Retsnav and Retsnov (shy and rambunctious kitsune kits)
The parents Jono and Yiluva have ranged Lastwall since they were kits. When Tar-Baphon's forces arrived on Lastwall's shores, the Brushpaws warned as many settlements as they could, including Yua's Hope. For their bravery, the kitsune were offered a place sheltered within the crypts.
The Orphan, Marko Blightender (1)
(brooding human teenager)
Both of Marko's moms were Knights of Ozem who were in the field when Tar-Baphon's forces laid siege to Lastwall. Everyone assumes the worst for them, although Marko holds out hope that someday his mothers will return.
The Performers (4)
Alyzo Shardhelm (vain human singer-songwriter), Crasian Pattertap (uncaring halfling vocalist), Kleb and Bicky (mischevous and impulsive goblin banjoist and percussionist)
The traveling band "Querelous Quartet" took shelter in Yua's Hope the same night the Brushpaws arrived with their dire warning that undead were invading Lastwall, buoying the survivor's spirits with occasional, if muted and quiet, song.
The Unlucky Chef (2)
Hurdauw Pulsoma (anxious human chef) and Jystolo (curious human youngster)
The former chef of Hope's Breath Inn in Yua's Hope discovered that her no-good cheat of a husband had plans to run off the same night Tar-Baphon's forces attacked. Not long after, Hurdauw realized she was pregnant.
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Barlespin's exploration of Lastwall, in search of legends about interesting lost artifacts and objects of interest and power, was not going well when he arrived in Yua's Hope just as the attack was about to begin. He offered his assistance to Dame Talia Glidar, to help prepare defenses ... but those defenses were quickly overrun, and he helped to convince Dame Talia that they couldn't hold their position.
Within the Crypts, Barlespin found a useful role among the community telling stories related to his many travels and esoterica. These stories, and the curious storyteller, often gained the attention of the young kitsune kits, and helped keep them out of trouble. In particular, he is one of the few who has bonded with Garaag Sunbrand, not being cowed by the standoffish orc's demeanor.
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(devoted female human strategic officer)
A one-handed melee weapon of player's choice with a Potency Rune etched into it, her "sword" she is ready to pass on
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(dedicated male human cleric of Iomedae)
A stash of 3x different divine scrolls with different Level One spells of player's choice
Plus a secret note which is secret from the other Survivors!
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(contemplative dwarf blacksmith)
1x Common Level One Talisman that can be affixed to armor, a gift she was saving for "the day we break out of here"
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(standoffish orc laborer)
1x Common Level One Talisman that can be affixed to a weapon, a gift from the leader of the hold that fell
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Jono Brushpaw (aloof kitsune ranger), Yiluva Brushpaw (fierce kitsune ranger), Retsnav and Retsnov (shy and rambunctious kitsune kits)
1x Common Level One Magical Ammunition, found on one of their Scouting Rotation runs
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(brooding human teenager)
1x Holy Water, that one of his mom's gave before she left "for emergencies"
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Alyzo Shardhelm (vain human singer-songwriter), Crasian Pattertap (uncaring halfling vocalist), Kleb and Bicky (mischevous and impulsive goblin banjoist and percussionist)
1x Common Level One Spell Catalyst, that was a gift left in an otherwise empty tip jar from a gig
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Hurdauw Pulsoma (anxious human chef) and Jystolo (curious human youngster)
the formula for Lastwall Soup, an experiment she has not yet been able to get the right herbs for
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Their almost-death was just the beginning. They were separated from their foster human family during the escape and were supposed to hide in the Crypt. Mistaken for a human, they were bitten and believed for days that the infection would claim their life—until they were found and healed.
Their foster family? Gone. They hadn’t been able to hide with them in the Crypt. Or perhaps the family had gone another way and survived. They don’t know. If not for Dame Talia Gildar, who saved them, they might have shared the same fate, whatever that fate was.
Yua’s Hope had been their home. It was where they first became conscious leshy. But the attack of the undead forced them to flee. With no experience in fighting, all they could do was run. And run. And run until one of the undead caught them and bit them.
When they regained consciousness in the ward, weeks had already passed. Beside them were other survivors who soon became friends, among them the pregnant chef Hurdauw Pulsoma. She was the one who spared them more than the usual food rations while they healed. She also taught them how to cook, though in time they turned their focus to making herbal medicines and concoctions instead of meals. These talents allowed them to aid the sick, and even to help during the chef’s labor and the birth of her child.
The fear of that close call never left them, and now they fight against the undead that nearly killed them, determined to protect others from the same fate. Having studied alchemy with a focus on healing, they use their skills to aid those in need. They even keep a familiar hidden inside their pumpkin head as an extra resource.
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Agnes was having the best night of her life. Heinrich had finally found the courage to ask Papa for her hand and he agreed to allow a marriage next spring. Mama cried but promised to give her the dress that she wore when she and Papa wed. Marta was jealous of course. How dare her younger sister found a husband before her. Nevertheless Agnes could tell she was secretly happy for her. The common room of The Bearded Goose was full of life. Dozens of patrons were in attendance at an impromptu celebration of her engagement. All was well until the dead arrived.
It happened so fast. Mrs. Orzist was first to fall, followed by Willem and little Gerta. Chaos reigned as the dead attacked indiscriminately. Sir Karl tried to hold back the assault, but the old man no longer had the strength or stamina to match his skill. As he fell Papa took his place, wielding the large cleaver he uses to butcher pig carcasses. He shouted for Mama to take everyone and head to the root cellar to hide but the dead were too many. He fell and Heinrich went as well. Agnes grabbed Sir Karl's sword in a desperate attempt to fight back, but she was no warrior. It became hazy after that. When the fog cleared, Agnes found herself in the cellar with Mama and Mrs. Beimler and young Bruno Altdorf. Of the thirty-seven people at the celebration, they were all that remained and Mama was gravely injured. She died the next day.
The night after Mama passed the horrific energies that empowered the undead horde caused her to rise and attack. Bruno was killed before Agnes was able to use Sir Karl's sword to put Mama to rest. Some time later Bruno, too, rose, only to be cleaved in twain by a much more prepared Agnes. Nearly a week later, thirst finally drove Agnes and Mrs. Beimler to emerge from their hiding spot and try to escape. Their flight was horrific. They were attacked by many formerly friendly faces the worst being her betrothed, Heinrich, and her sister, Marta. Fortune was with Agnes and years of working the tavern gave her the strength and stamina to fight her way to relative safety. She lost Mrs. Beimler along the way but eventually a despondent and defeated Agnes found herself among the few survivors in the crypts below Yua's Hope.
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Back when the Gravelands were still known as Lastwall, Malendyl was part of the army. He's short for an elf, and not as strong as most of his his fellow soldiers, but that made him an excellent scout. He could sneak ahead unseen and judge the situation before reporting back to the unit. He learned to get along in the wild, as well as identify threats and exploit weak points.
But then, out of nowhere, the undead poured into Yua's Hope. Perhaps Malendyl had gotten lazy on his patrols, maybe it was an oversight, or maybe it was just sheer bad luck, but this should not have happened. As an army scout, this is exactly what he should have seen coming. Not trained for large-scale battles, Dame Talia Gildar ordered him to open up the crypts and make sure everything was safe for the refugees.
Still, the last few years have been difficult. Not least of which living with the professional guilt of failing in his duty as a scout, but also leaving his fellow army mates behind on the battlefield. But also being trapped underground with so few people and little chance of survival. Luckily the priest can conjure gruel for the group, and Malendyl went aboveground to scavenge additional food whenever possible. At least Malendyl can get some fresh air every once in a while, he supposes, but trading in the musty crypt for a the sight of his devastated village isn't much better. Seeing the undead roam around where he grew up used to fill him with anger, but it's turned to a muted pessimism instead. Twenty survivors, many of which aren't fit to fight, aren't enough to retake Yua's Hope, and after so long - Gods, has it already been six years? - it doesn't look like help isn't coming. There's no way to get out of this situation. We're not actively losing this fight, but we're certainly not winning it, either.
After his latest topside raid for food, he informs Dame Talia Gildar of the situation. "Dame Gildar, the situation's much like before. The undead seem to be mindlessly shuffling about, no real directing force behind them. Looks like they're staying put unless something urges them on. What's worse, food has been getting harder to find. After six years, we've raided most of the pantries in the village, and without someone regularly tending to the crops, farming for food isn't an option either. I'd give us a year at most before we're out of mundane food and have to rely on the priest for sustenance."
He rejoins the Brushpaw family. He and Yiluva went scouting up above while Jono tended to the kits. The two parents are happily in each others' arms, glad nothing bad had happened. Malendyl's glad they have people who care for them, but it still stings that he has no one anymore. He pushes those emotions aside and starts to discuss if it's an option to scout further out into the woods around the village, or if it's too risky with all the undead about.
Agnes shut down after the horrors of her escape from the root cellar. She barely spoke and only ate when prompted. Despair ruled her existence. Constan Russi tried to comfort her with prayer to no avail. Eventually the grief and hopelessness became too much for her. In the middle of the night she took Sir Karl's sword and her piecemeal armor and stealthily approached the crypt's egress, determined to destroy as many undead as she could before being overwhelmed and joining her family in oblivion.
As she reached the door she heard a voice behind her. It was Dame Talia. "Getting yourself killed won't bring them back you know."
Agnes sighed and turned to face the older woman. "I can't go on like this. I've lost everything. Heinrich. Marta. Mama and Papa. Everyone in the tavern that night is dead. Even little Gerta. They were all torn apart before my eyes. Every night I relive that horror in my nightmares." Tears began to flow freely from Agnes's face. "I can't go on like this. I want to rejoin my family. No matter the cost."
Dame Talia approached, her eyes kind and her voice soft. "You've been through hell girl, that's true, with worse to come I imagine. But while you live there is still hope. This village was founded on hope. You're stronger than you think. I was there the night we found you when we were out scouting. You were surrounded by a handful of the dead but you still managed to fight like a wildcat and take them all down. How could you do that? You're a simple country barmaid." She shakes her head. "I think I know why. You talk in your sleep. Calling out to your family. Constan senses an energy about you when that happens. He says your are haunted by your past. I think it's more than that. I think that the spirits of your loved ones are communicating with you, lending you their strength. They want you to live. Not throw your life away needlessly. Ask yourself. Would your Mama and Papa approve of what you plan to do? Would your sister? Would Heinrich? You swing that sword like a club. Let me teach you. Learn to defend yourself properly and live the life that was denied your family."
Blinded by tears Agnes allowed the older woman to gently guide her back to the sleeping area.
Some months later Agnes was resting after a grueling training session with Dame Talia. Left alone, her thoughts strayed to her Mama. Without thinking she closed her eyes and began to hum a slow, somber melody.
She didn't notice Alyzo approach until he began to sing quietly. Startled, Agnes opened her eyes and stopped her humming, allowing Alyzo to finish the song.
"I never knew the words to that song. Mama used to sing it to Marta and I when we were children to get us to go to sleep. She never sang the words though. I always knew it was a sad song." She gave a rueful smile.
Alyzo shook his head. "It's not a sad song. It's a happy song. A hopeful song."
Agnes gave a small sad chuckle. "No it isn't. Didn't you hear yourself? The man in the song was sent off to war and forced to leave his love. She died before he came back and he left flowers on her grave. That's not hopeful at all."
"It is though. She knew she was dying before he left. She knew that if she told him he would stay with her until her death. Then the king would imprison him or worse for not fulfilling his military obligation. Plus she knew that it would hurt him terribly to watch her die. That's why she gave her blessing to go off to war and why she left that locket with the lock of hair in it for him to find upon his return. She wanted him to remember her but still go on with his life. He left the flowers as a farewell. Yes it's a little sad but its also hopeful. Think about that." He stood and left, leaving Agnes to her thoughts.
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Six months after joining the survivors in the crypts, Agnes still fought long bouts of melancholy. She would train with Dame Talia, but it was slow going. She would help with some of the daily tasks but without any real effort. One day she was approached by an angry Garaag upon his return from a particularly unsuccessful foraging mission.
Bah. Your training with that big sword serves no purpose. You are still worthless. You swing it as though you were harvesting wheat. Not even skilled enough to accompany us on trips outside, yet you retain the use of one of the best weapons we have for your sole use. It should go to a true warrior. One that can use it properly. Give it to me."
Agnes steps back, frightened. "What? Nnnno. This sword belonged to Sir Karl."
"Well now it belongs to me. Hand it over." He stepped forward to take the bastard sword from her.
"I said no." Agnes refused, more forcefully this time.
"Don't make me hurt you." The orc stepped forward, his hand clenched in a fist.
They scuffled and somehow Agnes managed to retain possession of Sir Karl's sword while Garaag scowled and left.
The day that Lastwall fell was just another day for Marius - up at sunrise, laboring in the fields, a midday meal alongside the other workers under the shade of a large tree, and falling asleep almost before he laid his head on the pillow. Except, he never went home that day.
Lucky to escape a brush with an undead horde with his life, Marius scrounged and cobbled together enough supplies and equipment to give himself a fighting chance against wandering undead that he came across. Eventually, he fell in with a band of survivors and they survived off hunting small game. His luck continued when the group came to Yua's Hope and the group of survivors took them in. Soon after, the undead horde caught up and some of inhabitants of Yua's Hope hid underground, Marius among them.
In the long days, months, and years since Marius arrived, he very nearly gave up several times, as the despair and hopeless came close to consuming him utterly and entirely. Looking back, it was only Constan Russi's daily reminders of Iomedae's blessings and the duty the group has to each other that kept Marius alive. Over time, Constan nurtured Marius' belief and faith in Iomedae, and Marius dedicated himself to protecting all those who made Yua's Hope their home.
Barlespin @ Garaag Sunbrand
Red @ Dame Talia Glidar
Squishy Pumpkin Quaintly Rooted @ Hurdauw Pulsoma
Marius @ Constan Russi
Malendyl Sarmaris @ Brushpaw family
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The day that Lastwall fell was just another day for Marius - up at sunrise, laboring in the fields, a midday meal alongside the other workers under the shade of a large tree, and falling asleep almost before he laid his head on the pillow. Except, he never went home that day.
Lucky to escape a brush with an undead horde with his life, Marius scrounged and cobbled together enough supplies and equipment to give himself a fighting chance against wandering undead that he came across. Eventually, he fell in with a band of survivors and they survived off hunting small game. His luck continued when the group came to Yua's Hope and the group of survivors took them in. Soon after, the undead horde caught up and some of inhabitants of Yua's Hope hid underground, Marius among them.
In the long days, months, and years since Marius arrived, he very nearly gave up several times, as the despair and hopeless came close to consuming him utterly and entirely. Looking back, it was only Constan Russi's daily reminders of Iomedae's blessings and the duty the group has to each other that kept Marius alive. Over time, Constan nurtured Marius' belief and faith in Iomedae, and Marius dedicated himself to protecting all those who made Yua's Hope their home.
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Constan Russi, sharing a faith with Marius, came easy into liking him, seeing him as a more martially inclined man of action. Confiding daily in him, he comes to entrust him with the most important secret of all...
Agnes shut down after the horrors of her escape from the root cellar. She barely spoke and only ate when prompted. Despair ruled her existence. Constan Russi tried to comfort her with prayer to no avail. Eventually the grief and hopelessness became too much for her. In the middle of the night she took Sir Karl's sword and her piecemeal armor and stealthily approached the crypt's egress, determined to destroy as many undead as she could before being overwhelmed and joining her family in oblivion.
As she reached the door she heard a voice behind her. It was Dame Talia. "Getting yourself killed won't bring them back you know."
Agnes sighed and turned to face the older woman. "I can't go on like this. I've lost everything. Heinrich. Marta. Mama and Papa. Everyone in the tavern that night is dead. Even little Gerta. They were all torn apart before my eyes. Every night I relive that horror in my nightmares." Tears began to flow freely from Agnes's face. "I can't go on like this. I want to rejoin my family. No matter the cost."
Dame Talia approached, her eyes kind and her voice soft. "You've been through hell girl, that's true, with worse to come I imagine. But while you live there is still hope. This village was founded on hope. You're stronger than you think. I was there the night we found you when we were out scouting. You were surrounded by a handful of the dead but you still managed to fight like a wildcat and take them all down. How could you do that? You're a simple country barmaid." She shakes her head. "I think I know why. You talk in your sleep. Calling out to your family. Constan senses an energy about you when that happens. He says your are haunted by your past. I think it's more than that. I think that the spirits of your loved ones are communicating with you, lending you their strength. They want you to live. Not throw your life away needlessly. Ask yourself. Would your Mama and Papa approve of what you plan to do? Would your sister? Would Heinrich? You swing that sword like a club. Let me teach you. Learn to defend yourself properly and live the life that was denied your family."
Blinded by tears Agnes allowed the older woman to gently guide her back to the sleeping area.
society: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
And with that, Dame Talia bequeathes her most prized possession - her mighty sword* - unto Red Agnes "My mind remains strong until my end - but my hand has grown weary. Please, live on for me, and if we make it out of this hellhole, for them" she indicates the other survivors.
That night, she becomes very, very ill...
Back when the Gravelands were still known as Lastwall, Malendyl was part of the army. He's short for an elf, and not as strong as most of his his fellow soldiers, but that made him an excellent scout. He could sneak ahead unseen and judge the situation before reporting back to the unit. He learned to get along in the wild, as well as identify threats and exploit weak points.
But then, out of nowhere, the undead poured into Yua's Hope. Perhaps Malendyl had gotten lazy on his patrols, maybe it was an oversight, or maybe it was just sheer bad luck, but this should not have happened. As an army scout, this is exactly what he should have seen coming. Not trained for large-scale battles, Dame Talia Gildar ordered him to open up the crypts and make sure everything was safe for the refugees.
Still, the last few years have been difficult. Not least of which living with the professional guilt of failing in his duty as a scout, but also leaving his fellow army mates behind on the battlefield. But also being trapped underground with so few people and little chance of survival. Luckily the priest can conjure gruel for the group, and Malendyl went aboveground to scavenge additional food whenever possible. At least Malendyl can get some fresh air every once in a while, he supposes, but trading in the musty crypt for a the sight of his devastated village isn't much better. Seeing the undead roam around where he grew up used to fill him with anger, but it's turned to a muted pessimism instead. Twenty survivors, many of which aren't fit to fight, aren't enough to retake Yua's Hope, and after so long - Gods, has it already been six years? - it doesn't look like help isn't coming. There's no way to get out of this situation. We're not actively losing this fight, but we're certainly not winning it, either.
He rejoins the Brushpaw family. He and Yiluva went scouting up above while Jono tended to the kits. The two parents are happily in each others' arms, glad nothing bad had happened. Malendyl's glad they have people who care for them, but it still stings that he has no one anymore. He pushes those emotions aside and starts to discuss if it's an option to scout further out into the woods around the village, or if it's too risky with all the undead about.
Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Spending most of their time in foxform - an effort to reduce their rations - Malendyl adds to his guilt by learning that the mother and father kitsune slowly wear away, becoming thinner this last year especially as their kits (and those of the humans) continue to grow. Soon, they become reduced to a state of semi-torpor throughout most of the day, unable to make energy for the Scouting Rotation, a duty which now wholly falls upon the military scout...
Their almost-death was just the beginning. They were separated from their foster human family during the escape and were supposed to hide in the Crypt. Mistaken for a human, they were bitten and believed for days that the infection would claim their life—until they were found and healed.
Yua’s Hope had been their home. It was where they first became conscious leshy. But the attack of the undead forced them to flee. With no experience in fighting, all they could do was run. And run. And run until one of the undead caught them and bit them.
When they regained consciousness in the ward, weeks had already passed. Beside them were other survivors who soon became friends, among them the pregnant chef Hurdauw Pulsoma. She was the one who spared them more than the usual food rations while they healed. She also taught them how to cook, though in time they turned their focus to making herbal medicines and concoctions instead of meals. These talents allowed them to aid the sick, and even to help during the chef’s labor and the birth of her child.
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"I don't know if I'll ever be able to make this - but you? Who knows what you are capable of. I need to focus my creative energies elsewhere" Hurdauw hands the leshy a small notebook...
Barlespin's exploration of Lastwall, in search of legends about interesting lost artifacts and objects of interest and power, was not going well when he arrived in Yua's Hope just as the attack was about to begin. He offered his assistance to Dame Talia Glidar, to help prepare defenses ... but those defenses were quickly overrun, and he helped to convince Dame Talia that they couldn't hold their position.
Within the Crypts, Barlespin found a useful role among the community telling stories related to his many travels and esoterica. These stories, and the curious storyteller, often gained the attention of the young kitsune kits, and helped keep them out of trouble. In particular, he is one of the few who has bonded with Garaag Sunbrand, not being cowed by the standoffish orc's demeanor.
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"I don't feel judged by you" Garaag confesses to the tripkee one night, randomly "Tell you what. I need to let this thing go. You can have it..." he affixes the gift to the thaumaturge, and seems to feel a little lighter for it...
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That night, Constan Russi calls an "Important Meeting" to take place right before the evening's gruel...
Upon their arrival to Yua's Hope, Marius felt immediate kinship with the The Fox Scouts. Despite focusing his time on religious study in recent time Marius' first job was as a laborer in the fields. Once the Brushpaws acclimated to the new surroundings underground, Marius loved hearing tales of the family's travels across the whole of Lastwall - though this was a bittersweet conversation since Lastwall was no more. Over the years, Marius learned much from the kitsunes on how to track wild game and how to forage for food.
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Despite surviving multiple days on the run after the first attacks on Lastwall, Marius was never much of a fighter. In an effort to remedy that weakness, Marius gravitated toward Garaag Sunbrand, as he is clearly the most capable fighter amongst the survivors of Yua's Hope. The cramped quarters underground don't provide much room for sparring, but Garaag was able to teach Marius the basics of swordplay and hand-to-hand combat.
Barlespin examines the potency crystal and is pleased to have Garaag's help in attaching it to his battle axe.
He arrives at the appointed time for the important meeting, sitting in a corner of the room and as always seeming a bit distracted as he pulls some odds and ends out of his various pockets, the weird hoarder always re-arranging things to try to find the ideal configuration.
SPQR receives the notebook from the chef and opens it. They then read its contents as to what it is about. It is the formula for Lastwall Soup, an experiment the chef has not yet been able to get the right herbs for.
They look at her. "Are you sure you want to give this to me? This is a wonderful recipe!" they hug her chef and profusely thank her.
"I will keep this safe. And improve it." they close the small notebook and puts it inside their pumpkin head where their familiar resides.
Agnes reverently accepts the blade. "I...I...I don't know what to say. I'll do my best to honor this legacy this weapon represents. I won't let you down. I won't let the others down. I swear it."
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Malendyl notices that Jono and Yiluva's reactions become slower every time they go on a scouting expedition. The kitsune are too proud to admit it themselves, but Malendyl sees how they share part of their own rations with their kits, who devour it without thinking twice.
Malendyl is torn. On the one hand, he wants to voice his concerns, but on the other hand, he knows kitsune are a proud kind, and would never admit to others their own shortcomings. When they start including Marius on their expeditions, Malendyl knows Marius was to replace them at some point.
One day, when checking his equipment, Malendyl finds a shining arrow among his other arrows, as well as two locks of hair. He knows what it means. He doesn't thank his fellow scouts, nor does he hover around them, despite how much he wanted to take care of them. Their pride would not allow it.
He puts the arrow away, swearing to only use it in the most dire situation. The arrow wasn't just a gift; it was a memory of their time together.
Even more morose than usual, Malendyl slumps to the special meeting.
The mood is somber - everyone gathers around...
“Friends. Fellow survivors. Family,” Constan Russi says, his eyes squinting in the sepulchre’s dim light. “Tonight we celebrate the life and legacy of Dame Talia Gildar, Knight of Ozem and crusader of Lastwall. Under her guidance, this congregation has survived many long nights since the undead first arrived on our shores. Perhaps neither comfortably nor peacefully, but we endure because of the strength and wisdom of Dame Talia. Now the time has come for the Lady of Graves to beckon Talia to the Great Beyond, where she will join Iomedae’s glorious host against the forces of evil. I know I speak for all of us when I attest to the late Dame’s character. Talia was an honorable crusader and a wise knight. A caring friend and a comforting confidant. To some, she was as a mother.” Voices murmur in agreement as Constan continues his sermon. “When I reflect upon my time with Talia, I think of the Fourth Act of Iomedae, and how Dame Talia’s bravery mirrored that of the Inheritor in so many ways. As the Fourth Act reminds us, at the Second Battle of Encarthan, Iomedae faced a horde of undead wraiths. It was the dead of night, and she and her company were staring down the icy grasp of death. But rather than despair, Iomedae lifted her blade toward the sunless sky and evoked Lord Aroden’s herald, Arazni. ‘The night is cold and dark,’ Iomedae proclaimed, ‘but Heaven’s sun burns brighter than the bleakest night.’ As she declared, so the knights endured, and when reinforcements arrived at the break of dawn, not a soul had perished.”
A chill runs down the spines of those in attendance, in strange contrast to the hopeful tone of Constan’s words. If Constan notices the feeling, he seems to pay it no mind. “We find ourselves much like those knights, tired and fearful after awaiting rescue these six long years. But like the Inheritor, Dame Talia was always there to inspire us. She may be gone, but her words will never be forgotten. In this way, Talia will never truly leave us, not so long as we draw—”
“Look, Mama!” young Jystolo chirps. Tugging at his mother’s sleeve, he points to the casket behind Constan Russi “Talia’s not dead!” Shocked screams fill the sepulchre
Given the solemnity of the occasion, Barlespin stands up respectfully as Russi speaks, though he continues to seem distracted, as if unable to keep fiddling with his pockets and pouches, fidgeting with the amulet in his hand, as always.
Though it looked as if he was not paying attention, the hefty purple frogman clearly has the mental presence to leap into action. First, though, he takes a moment to assess the situation and see if this creature has a vulnerability he can exploit.
Barplespin darts forward in front of the non-combatants and children - even though, frankly, some of them are probably taller than him - and begins shouting the weaknesses of the creature. He pulls his battle axe as he begins sprinkling some liquid from a vial on it. "Tears from a dying cleric ... sanctified, though admittedly a bit ironic in this situation..." He waves his amulet in a dramatic and, one hopes, useful fashion.
Barlespin considers what he knows, draws his talisman-adorned axe, and moves into defensive position!
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CATASTROPHE IN THE CRYPTS
Monster ID: Religion (DC 15) to choose one Question on a Success
This plague zombie can infect you!
Zombie Rot (disease, divine, void) An infected creature can't heal damage it takes from zombie rot until it has been cured of the disease; Saving Throw DC 20 Fortitude; Stage 1 carrier with no ill effect (1 day); Stage 2 1d6 void damage (1 day); Stage 3 1d6 void damage (1 day); Stage 4 1d6 void damage (1 day); Stage 5 dead, rising as a plague zombie immediately
Critical Success?
It'll bite you good if it's got you!
Zombie Bite [one-action]
Requirements: The zombie has a creature grabbed or restrained; Effect The zombie makes a jaws unarmed melee Strike against that creature with an attack modifier of +9 that deals 1d12+4 piercing damage and exposes the creature to zombie rot.
It is undead, and certain things don't work on it!
Immunities: bleed, death effects, disease, mental, paralyzed, poison, unconscious
Weaknesses: slashing 10, vitality 10
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The rest of the party try to overcome their surprise to act...
A stunned Agnes looks upon the ghastly scene in horror.
"Nonononono...
Her eyes roll back into her head and she spasms uncontrollably.
"Oh my..."
Initiative:
Squishy narrows their eyes, trying to recall what manner of undead stands before them.
◆ Recall Knowledge — Zombie’s special attacks
"Careful! Don’t get too close! It carries zombie rot, you don’t want to be infected!" Squishy warns, spitting out a hardened squash seed that whistles through the air toward the zombie.
vs. Zombie
bludgeoning
◆ Strike
As the projectile flies, they wave urgently to the crowd and retreats as well.
"Everyone, fall back!"
◆ Stride
To Do:
1) Open your Secret Stash (top of this post)
2) Declare the specifications of your prize!
3) Place your Token on the Map for the Important Meeting!
Marius accepts the scrolls from Constan Russi. "Thank you, Constan. I will ensure these scrolls are used to fight back the undead forces and to keep us safe." Marius stores the scrolls in his pack for safekeeping and finds a quiet place to offer a prayer to Iomedae in thanks for the new resources given.
Marius is alarmed by the chilling presence in the room. At first, he believes it's due to the grief and anguish he feels, but Talia rises in undeath, Marius realizes the chill's source and springs into action.
"NOO! Constan! NO!" Marius yells in shock and horror as the undead Talia attacks Marius' teacher and friend.
Not caring to heed the leshy's warning, Marius sprints over to Constan's side, putting himself in front of the others that joined the funeral. Then, he reaches out to touch Constan and push healing magic into his grievous wound. Yellow-gold light flows from Marius hand into Constan, as Marius holds his breath to see if Constan will yet live.
◆ Draw longsword
◆ Stride
◆ Cast Heal on Constan
Barlespin, upon hearing Squishy's yell, mutters, "Can't believe I forgot about the rot ..."
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Malendyl had closed his eyes during the sermon. Humans had such short lives, but they made the most of it. He had great respect for Dame Talia, and the sharp mind she still possessed in her advanced age. He'd noticed the shiver, but he put that away as the priest's power with words. He was totally unprepared when Dame Talia rose up as an undead and attacked Constan.
BAP
Squishy's seedpod smacks Zombie Dame Talia right in her nose, caving it in.
Marius's attempt at healing Constan backfires spectacularly - the priest has already RAPIDLY succumbed to the infection - his moments-ago flesh overrun with the disease of undeath!
If his face was once recognizeable, it shears off leaving behind only a fleshless skull.
Both zombies spill forth causing havoc!
Dame Talia, perhaps having such a close connection with Red Agnes in life, reaches for her instinctually... to eat her brains!
Zombie Dame Talia (Black)
◆) Slowed
◆) Strike vs Agnes
◆) Grab
But Agnes manages to wriggle free.
Zombie Constan lashes out at the source of vital energy he incidentally suffered!
Zombie Constan (Red)
◆) Slowed
◆◆) Strike x2 vs Marius
Two in the party wonder their fate having just witnessed Constan's rapid transformation!
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ID Zombies (and DCs for our Mastermind): LINK
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You feel incredibly ill...
You feel incredibly ill...
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Special Action: You may attempt a secret (spoilered) Recall Knowledge (◆) check using Religion or Occultism to try and understand why Constan transformed so rapidly!
R1
Barlespin
Marius @ -8 @ 1x pending Fort save
Squishy
Zombie Dame Talia @ -1 plus outcome of Marius's spell
Zombie Constan
Malendyl
Agnes @ -8 @ 1x pending Fort save
Lair
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Trigger The target of your Exploit Vulnerability would damage you or an ally within 15 feet of you.
Requirements You're holding your amulet implement and are benefiting from Exploit Vulnerability.
You forcefully present your amulet to turn away harm. You or a target ally within 15 feet gain resistance to all damage against the triggering damage. The resistance is equal to 2 + your level.
As the zombie strikes at Agnes, Barlespin raises his amulet toward the undead Talia. The zombie's head turns toward him, her strike faltering a bit, doing less damage than it might have.
Marius's skin takes on an unhealthy palor...
Barlespin shines his amulet at the fallen survivor - it turns away while striking Agnes.
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Marius's skin takes on an unhealthy palor...
Barlespin shines his amulet at the fallen survivor - it turns away while striking Agnes.
Acting on pure instinct Agnes draws Sir Karl's sword and strikes at the thing that her mentor has transformed into.
Agnes's rage and/or sorrow throws her aim - her own skin begins to take on a sickly, pallid color...
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ID Zombies (Base DC 15): LINK
Special PC Action: You may attempt a secret (spoilered) Recall Knowledge (◆) check using Religion or Occultism to try and understand why Constan transformed so rapidly!
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CATASTROPHE IN THE CRYPTS
R1
Malendyl
Agnes @ 19/22 @ rage, infected
Lair
R2
Barlespin @ Personal Antithesis vs Dame @ reaction spent
Marius @ -8 @ infected
Squishy
Zombie Dame Talia @ -17 (weakness 10 slash / vitality)
Zombie Constan @ -0 (weakness 10 slash / vitality)
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Malendyl is caught completely caught off-guard by the sudden violence around him. He takes stock of the situation and thinks of the best course of action.
◆ Recall Knowledge to understand why Constan transformed so rapidly.
Will spend a Hero Point if this fails. Please let me know if I need to do so.
◆ Interact to draw shortsword.
◆ He then orders the non-combat capable to get back, to prevent them from getting bitten as well.
"Civilians, retreat! We've got this under control. Your safety is of utmost importance!"
You have failed - go ahead and spoiler your re-roll.
In the future (including now), if you specify as you did, I am willing to do the re-roll for you (spoilered, of course) to expedite info your way.
Malendyl is unsure why the good priest transformed so rapidly - perhaps he will think of something.
His assistance, though well meaning, is insufficient to wake those gathered from their "freeze" response!
With slathering hunger, the two former leaders look over their charges - especially the children! - and begin drooling with undead hunger...
"Lair" Morale Checks!
Coming suddenly to their senses, Garaag helps escort the Brushpaw Family out of the chamber - leaving behind only Hurdauw and Jystolo - the former ready to dive before the latter with desperate motherly instincts should the need arise!
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Saving Actions
Call to Flee (◆, ◆◆, or ◆◆◆) Targeting one Survivor per ◆ (or all remaining Survivors for ◆◆◆), you may attempt a Diplomacy or Intimidate check (DC 15) to Command affected Survivors to Flee immediately!
Carry Away (◆) You may Interact to Lift one Survivor with an Athletics check against a DC of 10 + their bulk (6 medium, 3 small); if you have two hands free, take a +2 circumstance bonus to this check; if you have no hands free, take a -2 circumstance penalty to this check. If you Succeed, you add their Bulk to your carried Bulk, checking Encumbrance, with however many hands occupied as you used to roll the check. To free one occupied hand by shifting weight, you may repeat the check (◆), only dropping your load if you critically fail.
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Barlespin @ Personal Antithesis vs Dame @ reaction spent
The frog croaks at the cook and her son, "Get out of here, fools!"
Barlespin is largely ineffectual ... but he still holds the amulet at the ready, and it seems like that, at least, has some impact on the unnatural creature.
"But how..." The encounter instantly reminds Squishy of the last time they were hunted by the undead. Back then, they were unprepared, vulnerable. Now, they carry better gear, hard-earned experience… but what about courage?
They slip in behind Agnes, prepared to aid her when the sickness takes its toll. For now, she grips her sickle tight—ready if the dead press too close.
◆ Stride
◆ Stride
◆ Interact to draw sickle
Marius flinches as the priest-now-zombie rakes against his armor and digs to his flesh. He flinches again as the same happens to Agnes. Despite the chaos around him, Marius steels himself, acting as a conduit for divine power. "Iomedae, may your light shine and fill this dark place."
◆◆◆ Cast Heal
Barlespin flubs, Squishy gets into position, and Marius radiances the room!
Dame Talia rises - quick off the block rolling away from the holy light, and stumbling next to Jystolo, reaces for his brains... when suddenly, Hurdauw leaps in front of him, taking his place, and has her face ripped off and chewed from cheek to neck - she screams dying horribly!
Zombie Dame Talia (Black)
◆) Slowed 1
◆) Stride
◆) Strike and Kill Hurdauw
Falling to the ground stripped of vital flesh, her eyes change suddenly, and new unlife fills her body as she too reanimates before the party's eyes!
It's the Crypt of Mordesha itself. You feel it. Deep, ancient necromantic energy, laying dormant for years, acting now as an accellerant for the zombie disease. Anyone who dies within proximity of this crypt will immediately turn!
Meanwhile, with his way to the young boy blocked, the former priest, slavering for brains, lashes out at random - his hands grasping for Marius!
Zombie Constan (Red)
◆) Slowed
◆◆) Strike x2 vs Marius
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Saving Actions
➤Call to Flee (◆, ◆◆, or ◆◆◆) Targeting one Survivor per ◆ (or all remaining Survivors for ◆◆◆), you may attempt a Diplomacy or Intimidate check (DC 15) to Command affected Survivors to Flee immediately!
➤Carry Away (◆) You may Interact to Lift one Survivor with an Athletics check against a DC of 10 + their bulk (6 medium, 3 small); if you have two hands free, take a +2 circumstance bonus to this check; if you have no hands free, take a -2 circumstance penalty to this check. If you Succeed, you add their Bulk to your carried Bulk, checking Encumbrance, with however many hands occupied as you used to roll the check. To free one occupied hand by shifting weight, you may repeat the check (◆), only dropping your load if you critically fail.
➤Sealing the Crypt Doors (◆, DC 15 Athletics or Thievery check) If you succeed at this check, the DC to Force Open the door becomes your Athletics DC or Thievery DC. You can also attempt to Aid a fellow PC on your turn, adding that circumstance bonus to the Force Open DC.
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ID Zombies (Base DC 15): LINK
Special PC Action: You may attempt a secret (spoilered) Recall Knowledge (◆) check using Religion or Occultism to try and understand why Constan transformed so rapidly!
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CATASTROPHE IN THE CRYPTS
R2
Malendyl
Agnes @ 22/22 @ rage, infected
Zombie Hurdauw (Blue) @ (AC 11) -0 HPs prone (weakness 10 slash / vitality)
Lair
R3
Barlespin @ Exploiting Dame Talia @ reaction spent
Marius @ -2 @ infected
Squishy
Zombie Dame Talia (Black) @ (AC 15) -17 HPs (weakness 10 slash / vitality)
Zombie Constan (Red) @ (AC 13) -13 HPs (weakness 10 slash / vitality)
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Barlespin feverishly waves his amulet toward Talia ... but the slight amount of resistance he is able to offer does little to help the horror that befalls Hurdauw.
Agnes continues to fight back, attacking the former priest and ordering Jystolo to flee.
A large "hunk" of Constan's head falls off...
...and with it, a necklace with a small key...
This looks like a duplicate of your key!
Jystolo remains frozen w/ fear!
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Malendyl curses as realisation hits. "It's this crypt! It's so associated with death that anyone slain will rise as a zombie immediately! If you feel like you're getting overwhelmed, retreat immedately! You'll only add to the problem."
◇ Malendyl drops his just-drawn shortsword.
◆ He walks to Jystolo and says "Come on, you need to get out of here, this is no place for children."
◆ He hoists Jystolo over his shoulder.
◆ Malendyl walks back to the crypt's entrance, Jystolo still over his shoulder.
"Get back to the group and tell them what happened. It's not safe here anymore."
I'm glad for my military training, I'm having trouble even lifting a kid. Can't imagine how much I'd struggle with a burly dromaar, he thinks.
Malendyl hoists the crying boy, and begins to carry him out of the crypt...
...just in time before his mother rises, and, instead of ripping him to shreds immediately, follows!
◆) Slowed 1
◆) Stand
◆) Stride
...Jystolo, seeing his "mother" follow him, struggles to regain his wits...
"Lair" Morale Checks!
...unable to leave his "mother", even as Malendyl physically lifts him and goads him forth, all he can do is panic in the elf's arms...
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As one of the zombies darts around, the purple frogman makes the decision to move forward toward the two, hoping his axe will help cut them down before they can do more damage.
He glances at the ground and grunts, "Someone might want to grab that key ..."
Barlespin continues to hold his amulet at the ready to react to Talia's next strike against him or an ally within 15 feet.
Abjuration, Magical, Manipulate, Thaumaturge
Marius eyes the key but can't reach it, keeping his attention on the zombies in front of him. He stares directly into what remains of Constan's face. "Iomedae, forgive me" he whimpers. He rears back and slashes around the zombie's torso, raising his shield as he finishes the swing. Seeing Jystolo still in Malendyl's arms, he tries to order the child to flee. "Jystolo run. You can't help. Warn them others."
◆ Strike at Constan
◆ Raise Shield
◆ Call to Flee @ Jystolo
Barlespin chops the rest of Constan's head off...
...it topples to the crypt floor, next to the strange key...
...Dame Talia dodges Barlespin's axe but lands perfectly into Marius's shortsword!
He calls to Jystolo - but the boy cannot hear him...
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CATASTROPHE IN THE CRYPTS
R2
Malendyl
Agnes @ 22/22 @ rage, infected
Zombie Hurdauw (Blue) @ (AC 11) -0 HPs (weakness 10 slash / vitality)
Lair
R3
Barlespin @ Exploiting Dame Talia @ reaction ready
Marius @ -2 @ infected @ Pending roll for Jystolo
Squishy
Zombie Dame Talia (Black) @ (AC 15) -35 HPs (weakness 10 slash / vitality)
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Squishy quickly concocts from their collection a vial of antiplague for Agnes and activates it for her to drink.
◆ Quick Alchemy to Create Consumable (Lesser Antiplague)
◆ Activate, +2 item bonus to Fortitude saving throws against diseases for 24 hours; this applies to daily save against a disease's progression.
"Drink this! We don't know if you'll turn into undead like them immediately, but this might help you against that!" they tell Agnes.
She then throws a seed at Zombie Dame Talia (Black)
B damage
◆ Seedpod
Squisky's pod flies wide - he administers a concoction to Agnes with gentle speed.
Dame Talia flails wildly, attacking Marius!
Zombie Dame Talia (Black)
◆) Slowed 1
◆) Strike vs Marius
Felling him in a single blow!
She proceeds to feast upon his brains!
◆) Strike vs Marius
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➤Call to Flee (◆, ◆◆, or ◆◆◆) Targeting one Survivor per ◆ (or all remaining Survivors for ◆◆◆), you may attempt a Diplomacy or Intimidate check (DC 15) to Command affected Survivors to Flee immediately!
➤Carry Away (◆) You may Interact to Lift one Survivor with an Athletics check against a DC of 10 + their bulk (6 medium, 3 small); if you have two hands free, take a +2 circumstance bonus to this check; if you have no hands free, take a -2 circumstance penalty to this check. If you Succeed, you add their Bulk to your carried Bulk, checking Encumbrance, with however many hands occupied as you used to roll the check. To free one occupied hand by shifting weight, you may repeat the check (◆), only dropping your load if you critically fail.
➤Sealing the Crypt Doors (◆, DC 15 Athletics or Thievery check) If you succeed at this check, the DC to Force Open the door becomes your Athletics DC or Thievery DC. You can also attempt to Aid a fellow PC on your turn, adding that circumstance bonus to the Force Open DC.
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ID Zombies (Base DC 15): LINK
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CATASTROPHE IN THE CRYPTS
R3
Malendyl
Agnes @ 22/22 @ rage, infected @ Antiplague (+2)
Zombie Hurdauw (Blue) @ (AC 11) -0 HPs (weakness 10 slash / vitality)
Lair
R4
Barlespin @ Exploiting Dame Talia @ reaction ready
Marius @ -2 @ infected @ Dying 3
Squishy
Zombie Dame Talia (Black) @ (AC 15) -35 HPs (weakness 10 slash / vitality)
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"Everyone get out! I'll try to get her attention."
Agnes moves to Dame Talia and attacks.