A sound that loud is hard to sleep through. And yes on bonuses.
Upon hearing the knocking at the door, he takes Kendra by the hand, and heads cautiously to the door making sure she's behind him. Once he gets within about ten feet of the door, he calls out "Whose there? It's the middle of the night ya know". He silently prepares himself to cast a spell in order to defend them.
(If option exists) CLW:
(If option does not exist) STABILIZE:
At zero hp you may make a stabilization roll at dc 10 to become conscious, until then you are unconscious but stable. Since you didn't make that you may make another each round until you awaken or until 1d10 minutes, at which point you wake immediately. Waiting on everyone else to say what they're doing before advancing.
At zero hp you may make a stabilization roll at dc 10 to become conscious, until then you are unconscious but stable. Since you didn't make that you may make another each round until you awaken or until 1d10 minutes, at which point you wake immediately. Waiting on everyone else to say what they're doing before advancing.
Rubbing her eyes and yawning lazily, Reyelle enters the room. "Whats all the racket?" When she encounters the others holding hands and staring suspiciously at the front door, her face becomes serious. "What's going on guys? Is everything allright?"
The silence at the door is ominous, but is broken quickly.
Something is slamming at the door, hard. The wood buckles inward a bit, but holds.
A plank breaks off, revealing a gruesome arm clenched into a fist on the other side. As Akydi lets loose with his spell, the creature seems to not even slow as it raises it's hand to strike again.
Akydi backs further away from the door, clearly whatever is out there is not something he can handle on his own. If there's any furniture that he can throw in the way of the door, he'll do so. The entire time, he makes sure to keep himself between the door and Kendra.
Despite the apparent danger of the situation, the Varisian laughs slightly "I wish it was just some drunk locals. Them I can handle. No, this is something that my magicks can't deal with."
The creature finally makes a hole big enough to strain through. To your horror you see that it's the Professor, his mouth and throat crushed beyond recognition, but his eyes and fringe of hair unmistakable. His flesh is beginning to rot, distend, and fall away. As he climbs through the door it is obvious that he recognizes none of you, and that he has every intention of killing you.
Akydi:
Ama:
Reyelle:
Domli:
Olav:
Enemy:
Eyes wide in terror, Reyelle stumbles backward. Realizing she is weaponless she quickly scans the immediate area for something to defend herself with. Deciding on a nearby chair, Reyelle hefts the seat in front of her holding it in a defensive manner. "Kendra it looks like your father has become some kind of undead abomination. We're gonna need the cleric. " Reyelle calls out in a frightened tone.
STABILIZE:
Domli wakens with a gasp. Wide eyed and in terror he stares hard at the blood covering himself.
CURE LIGHT WOUNDS (self):
Hearing Reyelle's scream he runs downstairs. As Domli eyes the gruesome arm sticking through the door he raises his holy symbol. "GO BACK FROM WHENCE THOU CAME, FOUL BEAST!!"
Akydi continues to move Kendra further away from the door and the undead abomination that her father has become. "I swear Professor, nothing untoward is going on tween your daughter and I...yet" He says the last word in a whisper, just loud enough for Kendra to hear.
Dipping into one of his pockets he pulls out a dagger and holds it in hand, ready to throw if he must.
The Professors body steps into the hall and shambles to the table. He looks down at it incomprehending, and tries to walk through it, bumping against it a couple times. He makes a disgusting and frightening gurgling sound from what used to be his throat, but nothing discernable.
Olav comes snorting awake and steps into the hall, wearing only an uncomfortably small set of underpants. "What's this?" He looks around bleary eyed for a moment. Then grabs his axe from inside the room. "You undead abomination. Get the hell outta the Professor!" He roars in rage.
Really guys? I'm not playing with myself... suppose I'll wait for y'all
Horrified by the Professor's appearance, Reyelle stands back hoping that someone would have a solution to his malady. "What should we do? I don't want to hurt thte Professor, but if that thing gets any closer I'm gonna clobber it with this chair!"
"It ain't the Professor!" Olav grits his teeth and growls sharply. "Get the hells out of here you abomination. This ain't no place for the likes of you!" Gritting his teeth sharply, Olav spits at the corpse before him.
Closing his eyes for only a moment and speaking a soft prayer Domli focuses on his holy symbol. A blast of divine energy shoots around him.
-----Sun Domain: Sun's Blessing (Su); Whenever you channel positive energy to harm undead creatures, add your cleric level to the damage dealt. Undead do not add their channel resistance to their saves when you channel positive energy.
The professor watches Reyelle wave the chair with dead eyes, and then slams a hand into the table blocking him, crushing it with one clean blow, and steps between the two severed pieces. He seems to take no notice of the wooden slivers that poke from the flesh of his arm.
The professor seems hardly slowed by Domli's energy as it channels into him, and Ama steps forward to keep the crew safe. "Sorry Professor, but I ain't lettin' ya hurt 'em." He says as he unleashes a flurry of blows.
Both of Ama's fists seem to hardly graze the Professor, but immediately after Olav spits past him and a freezing glob hits the zombie, who staggers back.
"What we do lass, is get young Kendra back in to her room first off!" Olav strides forward, placing himself before the Zombie.
"I'll hold him here Master Freewater, you go get your weapons!"
Akydi hurls his dagger at the Professor, then will try and make his way with Kendra further away from the combat. .
Kendra, Reyelle and Akydi move back, after Akydi throws the daggger, which thunks impressively into the Professor's chest, but doesn't even seem to slow him. The zombie charges forward to strike out at Olav.
Olav takes a big and nasty hit from the Professor balled fist, but gives back one that knocks the zombie to the ground. As it falls to the side it's head cracks the wall and it stops moving.
The threat ended, Kendra comes out a bit from behind Akydi and begins to cry, obviously distraught over having to see her father this way.
With the threat over, Akydi crouches down next to Kendra and hugs her tight, using his body to shield her from having to look at her father's body. He doesn't say anything, just comforts her.
Grimacing, Olav wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, cleaning off the blood from the Zombies attack, before propping his axe against the wall. He turned and made his way back to his room, grabbing the sheet off of the bed and returning, crouching down by the fallen body. "May have been an undead abomination but tis still the vessel the Professor once inhabited..." He whispers softly, before raising his voice. "Master Freewater, would'n you be so kind and help me here? Master Forgearm, your talents could be useful too!" Olav crouched and began to wrap the corpse up in the sheet, as delicately as he could.
Reyelle gently returns the chair to its place next to the table. Standing aside as Olav wraps the Professor's corpse, she curiously inspects the bodies mysterious wounds. "Didn't you say the Professors demise was due to some type of accidental collapse while exploring Harrowstone? These wounds look as if something or someone tore your fathers throat out. I'm begining to think there might be some foul play involved with your fathers death Kendra, and whoever is behind it probably had something to do with his recent animation. I know this is a rough time for you but in order for us to protect you, we need to know if the Professor had any enemies. Can you think of anyone in particular, who would want to harm him?"
"Aye Olav. I can help ye." Domli reaches out and smiles at Olav before grabbing his jaw and saying a prayer.
Cure Light Wounds:
"Aye. I be thinking you are right Master Freewater. It be the only thing to do I believe. We have that there old wood we took off the deck. We can get Master Forgearm to Sanctify it and nobody need be the wiser..."
Olav nods to the Dwarf as he grabs him by the jaw, his eyes going wide as a warm breeze ripples through his body. "Thank you Master Forgearm. That is twice you have blessed me with your Patrons powers. I be appreciating that a lot!" Olav bows slightly to the Dwarf before crouching again, indicating the Cleric to join him and Ama.
"We be thinking we should burn the Professors Corpse, Master Forgearm, to stop any more mischief being done to it. Would you sanctify and officeate over this here procedure? We have the materials, we can do it tonight, when Kendra goes to her bed!"
Domli, looking over the body as they ready to consecrate and burn it, finds that Reyelle's claim is certainly wrong. The mouth and throat have been destroyed by something crushing it, though certainly not a weapon. Ama notices something even more odd. Despite the ghastly wound, it doesn't seem to have bled much, if at all. It seems as if the Professor's heart may have stopped beating before the item crushed his neck.
The cremation is finished without incident, with those watching holding sad eyes to thier grim work. As you return to your beds each of you feels that this is not likely to be the end to the troubles stemming from the professor's death.
The next day is a bit cloudy, but still nice. Kendra sleeps very late, likely exhausted after the nights events. Domli is happy to find that he awakes fresh and hardy, without any blood on his sheets this time.
The Varisian helps Kendra up to his room, figuring that it might best for her to sleep in a room with out magickal writings on the wall. He then goes back downstairs and makes himself a late night snack before passing out in a chair where he'll remain until somebody comes and manages to wake him.
"I agree with Reyelle. Something needs to be done immediately. We must find out what happened to the professor."
After waking Akydi, the group heads out to the false crypt mentioned in the professor's journal. The day is cool and the august winds brush dead leaves around the graves. The gate is still shut, its tampered with lock seems to be untouched. Inside a staircase stretches into the darkness.
Before leaving for the day, Akydi draws a card from his Harrow deck.
Looking at the gate, and the staircase beyond, he says "Allow me to summon up some light, though uh, somebody else can go in first."
An audible gulp comes from Domli's throat as he walks forward, holy symbol in hand. With a glance back to the party, he begins the descent into the crypt.
Dagger in hand, Reyelle follows Domli's lead. "Let's do our best to be quiet, we don't wanna alert anything that might be lurking down here." Reyelle whispers to the others.
The crypts walls hold nothing in the niches meant for the dead, though as a crypt near the center of the graveyard it should have been filled years ago.
The room at the bottom of the steps is very dusty and empty, with only 2 large gargoyle statues, one on either wall.
"Hey! Where da ya think these tracks lead?" Domli points out the tracks on the ground. "Methinks we should follow 'em maybe..." The dwarf's voice trails off. "After all... they may be the professor's."
"What tracks? I don't see anything. Point out which door they lead to and I will search it for traps."
Akydi will send one of the globes of light to aid Rey in her search. Before she goes to check the door, he'll grant her a tiny portion of his destined luck to help her out."Here ya go my dear, perhaps this will increase your chances of finding anything unpleasant."
Reyelle's search finds no hidden mechanisms on the door. Further more you can tell it may have been opened recently.
Olav found himself up and about a small while after the sun. Restless, he moved about the house. This was not the place for him. He needed to be home with his family. 'I'll do my duty. Professor deserved that from old Olav atleast!'
As the group begins to head off, Olav runs up to his room and prepares his gear, before returning.
"Could be you could be needing some muscle. I be a tad restless, may I join?"
Olav follows along grimly, his axe swinging restlessly in his hands. A shiver runs through his spine. Scared? Never! The large Ulfen man is merely excited to finally be of a bit of use!