PRP: Fast Zombie Day
For whatever reason you wish to have, today finds you all in the village. Your reasons are your own, and the village is quiet today.
At first you hear a faint sound from afar, then the crack of a whip, and the screams of a woman. As the noise draws nearer you see a cloud of dust headed this way from the main road, in front of the cloud is a wagon pulled by four horses. On the wagon is a man who appears to be whipping them to move as fast as they can. A woman sits next to him, staring back into the dust cloud and screaming "They are still coming!"
06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)Taktak | Name | Race | Class | E Lev| CHP | HP | AC | For | Ref | Wil | 06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)Taktak |Ferawyn |WILD_ELF|Dru | 3 | 25 | 25 | 16 | 5 | 4 | 7 | |Kojot |HALF-ORC|Ftr | 3 | 26 | 26 | 19 | 5 | 4 | 3 | |Vennan |DAWN_ELF|Ftr/Rog | 5 | 27 | 30 | 18 | 4 | 8 | 3 | |Sebropert |SITH-MAK|Rgr | 3 | 29 | 29 | 18 | 6 | 5 | 3 | |Remethaer |HUMAN |Rgr | 4 | 33 | 33 | 18 | 6 | 9 | 4 |
Simple errands never seem as simple as Vennan would hope. Not in Alexandria. The sounds of whipcracking and screaming cause him to sigh heavily, already wearily frustrated with whatever is going on. He makes a beeline for the sounds, alert. Ferawyn runs for the sounds of whipcracking and screaming, without the least bit of hestitation. One thing she hated was the sound of a whip, no matter how useful it was in whatever situation.
One of the easier (but by no means foolproof) ways of telling an adventurer apart from a normal person is how they react to screams and sounds of terror. Your average commoner would likely run away, while adventurers would likely run /toward/ the commotion. Thus it is that Kojot is loping towards the wagon - and whatever trouble is pursuing it.
Sebropert had been unloading wood off the back of a Swiftclaw named Srassha when the commotion got his attention. His skull-like head and forward sweeping horns turn in the direction of the charging cart. He coohed softly to the Swiftclaw before stepping around her. He motions with a hand for the softskin villagers nearby to return to their homes, his large claws flicking with the motion. "Find safe spot. Take children," he rumbled before following his red headed companion towards the cart. Dropping to all fours he moves swifter to catch up.
The wagon pulls into the village square, the driver jerking hard on the reigns to pull it to a stop. The horses are exhausted, covered with lather showing that they have been running hard for probably far too long. One of them looks almost ready to collapse, and they all seem to stagger, panting with exhaustion. The driver jumps down, hollaring, "Everyone inside! Block your doors! They killed mort!" He turns to reach for the woman, she is sobbing hystercialy "Mort!" she cries out, and the man grabs her by the arm, dragging her towards the nearest building. "We must get inside!" He looks at those around with weapons, his eyes wide. "Please! Your armed, they are coming, you must stop them! I'll pay you whatever I have!"
Its about then, that the dust is settling and you can see figures in the distance, figures moving fast, sprinting humanoid forms covered with long hooded robes.
By now most of the villagers are already out of sight, trouble tends to send common folks for safety.
Even after all these years coming up and back for his grandmother, Remethaer can't quite see the difference between the herbalist supplies sold in the cramped shop here versus the myriad of businesses in the city. The Dog is waiting outside when he exits, twisting some root or another between thumb and forefinger under the lamplights as the mastiff rises from sitting to stare expectantly at the plant. Perhaps it is a treat! "Oh, it's not for you," he laughs, lowering his arm and dropping it back down into the half-wrapped parcel. The whipping isn't enough to draw his attention but once the shouting has started the Xian looks over with a bit of a frown.
Ferawyn shakes her head a bit. "Sebropert, help me guide these horses away from the entrance to the village." She says as she pats the horses and talks to them urging them to move only a few feet and around a corner to make sure they don't get hurt. She says keeping a VERy keen eye on the approaching people.
"... I really should've seen this coming." Vennan grumbles, drawing his rapier and mace as he drops into a fighting stance, already tense. "I would advise continuing to flee. We shall hold them off here."
The driver of the wagon almost doesn't wait to see if you accept his offer. He drags the woman inside a nearby home and slams the door shut.
The distant figures are moving closer, faster than mere humans could run too. There appear to be five of them, sprinting closer and closer to the village, for anyone with keen eyesight, you might notice no real signs of weapons.
Sebropert pages: Keen Scent. Oh yeah. Let me know if that doesn anything. Remethaer can't help but think that 'Mort' is a bad name for a person who doesn't -want- to be dead... but he has the good graces not to say anything out loud. That would be rude. He gives a snap of his finger and makes a gesture that has the Dog walking along to his right as he leaves the herbalist behind and crosses the square towards the main road into town. He watches the pair retreat from their carriage towards whatever building they so choose and offers, "Level heads, yea? A proper chat might be a good idea before we start stabbing at strangers..."
The black Sith'Makar looked at Ferawyn as she moved to get the horses away from the entrance. His head turned between the oncoming sprinting humanoids, and the cart with horses. Grunting he nods and throws his significant weight against the back of the cart to help push it around the corner. The incoming threat brings an angry growl into Sebropert's voice. "Horse live if they do not," He says with a point of his tail in the other direction. Again he pushes until the cart is in place, his behemoth frame turns to start stalking to the road. He straightens to show his full height and scaly frame, claws and teeth bared and ready. "Stand here and may hurt village. Charge, take them there." He says with a claw pointed outward.
You paged Sebropert with 'You catch a faint wiff of decay in the air. Something rotton, but not horrible, maybe something freshly dead.' From afar, Sebropert nods. Ferawyn turns, once the horses are out of harm's way and......squints her eyes. She walks her way over towards Sebropert and tilts her head. "Hold thy fury my friend." She says gently in sylvan before she starts to walk her way forward, towards the five people coming for them. She then looks to remethaer. "Good idea. There might be a bit of a mix up." She says with a glance to Vennan.
Kojot takes a defensive stance several paces to the left of Vennan. "Let's see if we can get them outflanked before they cause too much trouble," the half-orc suggests.
Vennan gives a nod to Ferawyn and Kojot ach in turn. "Sound tactics." He replies, darting to the right to take up a flanking position, in anticipation of the arrival of those distant figures.
Sebropert's large nostrils flair, and then his blue eyes narrow in their sunken sockets. "Sharpear Windrunner," he says to Ferawyn. "Am smelling death. Fresh death." His head shook fiercely as his frills and head spines lift to full height, bringing him to about seven feet in height. "Death should not walk." Dropping to all fours, Sebropert's long tail begins to swish. "Folly to wait." His claws set into the ground as his muscles tense. "Cannot do five. But have warned all."
Whomever it is charging at the villiage is getting even closer now, perhaps just three hundred yards at this point. Close enough you can see the cloaks flapping behind them, long thin limbs as they sprint across the ground at incredible speeds. Its easier to confirm now, they do not have any weapons, and whatever clothing is under the cloaks seems rather torn and tattered.
From afar, Sebropert would charge now. "No point in waiting." Sebropert pages: Not with that smell. You paged Sebropert with 'Go ahead and pose, see if the others follow :)' Ferawyn takes a deep breath as she watches the forms come closer. As they run, she lowers herself to the ground and places a hand upon the ground, watching the incoming five intensely. "Wait for them to come closer........" "Gray Lady has her share of work already," Remethaer says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he watches the racing band. He hesitates another moment before pulling the longrifle out and over his shoulder, running his thumb along the ornate plate set into the front of the stock-- nearest the barrel. "World's full of bloody troubles... a scrap can't always be the first response." He draws in a deep breath and shouts, trying to reach the runners, "Slow it down, boys. Let's have a talk, yea?" Sebropert pages: Want me to just go, or wait for three? You paged Sebropert with 'Go for it' "Yes." Vennan shouts after Remethaer. "Bloodshed is pointless. Let us try to determine if this conflict can be resolved peacefully before we resort to violence."
Sebropert does not wait for any others, his muscles tense and he springs forward, planning to meet these beings before they are already on top of the village. He claws mark deep furrows into the ground as he charges. The maw of his mouth spreads and saliva sprays from elongated teeth as he lets forth a bestial roar that had more often then not stopped most people unfamiliar with his kind in the past. His path would lead him head long into the lead runner, a head lowers to as he prepars for what he expected to be a violent collision.
From afar, Sebropert wishes to know if intimidation would be even viable in this situation?
Sebropert pages: Roaring, slavery maw, giant Sith'Makar, etc.
You paged Sebropert with 'Not vs these guys, they are imune to mental stuff like that.'
Sebropert pages: I figured. Seb tries intimidation first as a rule.
GAME: Vennan rolls initiative: Roll: 19 + Bonus: 4 = Total: 23
GAME: Kojot rolls initiative: Roll: 1 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 4
GAME: You roll initiative for Z1: Roll: 18 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 19
GAME: You roll initiative for Z2: Roll: 18 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 19
GAME: You roll initiative for Z3: Roll: 6 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 7
GAME: You roll initiative for Z4: Roll: 12 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 13
GAME: You roll initiative for Z5: Roll: 7 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 8
GAME: Ferawyn rolls initiative: Roll: 13 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 16
GAME: Sebropert rolls initiative: Roll: 16 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 18
<OOC> Tak says, "+init rem"
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| Name | Race | Class | E Lev| CHP | HP | AC | For | Ref | Wil |
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|Ferawyn |WILD_ELF|Dru | 3 | 25 | 25 | 16 | 5 | 4 | 7 |
|Kojot |HALF-ORC|Ftr | 3 | 26 | 26 | 19 | 5 | 4 | 3 |
|Vennan |DAWN_ELF|Ftr/Rog | 5 | 27 | 30 | 18 | 4 | 8 | 3 |
|Sebropert |SITH-MAK|Rgr | 3 | 29 | 29 | 18 | 6 | 5 | 3 |
|Remethaer |HUMAN |Rgr | 4 | 33 | 33 | 18 | 6 | 9 | 4 |
GAME: Ferawyn refreshes spells. GAME: Remethaer rolls initiative: Roll: 6 + Bonus: 5 = Total: 11
Current Initiative Order ====
23 Vennan
19 Z1
19 Z2
18 Sebropert
16 Ferawyn
13 Z4
11 Remethaer
8 Z5
7 Z3
4 Kojot
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<OOC> Tak says, "Ok. Vennan and Seb are 100 feet ahead of Fer, Rem, Koj. There are 5 targets. Ven, whats your action? I'm not going to be hugely picky on move distances here" <OOC> Vennan says, "About how far am I from the creepy guys?" <OOC> Tak says, "There are 2 right at Seb, 3 about 15 feet behind those two, and your however far behind seb you want to be." <OOC> Vennan says, "Am I close enough to flank with Seb?" <OOC> Tak says, "Sure, we can say that was your plan so you ran as close to him as you could." <OOC> Vennan says, "Alrighty. Can I also charge?" <OOC> Tak says, "Not to flank no" <OOC> Vennan shall just flank, then. GAME: Vennan rolls melee + 6: (4)+6+6: 16 <OOC> Tak says, "Hit" GAME: Vennan rolls 3d6 + 3: (8)+3: 11
========================< Combat Sheet >========================
Weapon: Type: Attack: Damage: Threat:
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Shortbow RANGED 6 1D6+0 20-20x3
Longsword MELEE 2 1D8+1 19-20x2
Dagger FINESSE 2 1D4+1 19-20x2
Whip FINESSE 2 1D3+1 20-20x2
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<OOC> Tak says, "Whats your weapon?" <OOC> Vennan says, "+1 Keen Rapier." <OOC> Tak says, "Why is that 3d6?" <OOC> Sebropert says, "ROgue with flank" <OOC> Vennan says, "2d6 of that is from sneak attack." <OOC> Tak says, "Ahh, ok" <OOC> Tak says, "Wait..." Remethaer pages: SA works on undead in Pathfinder. Remethaer pages: If that's what's got you curious. :) You paged Remethaer with 'Ahh :)' <OOC> Tak says, "Ok, its still up, but pose taking a good chunk out of its side, the flesh just kinda peels off with your rapier poking a hole in it." <OOC> Tak says, "Z1 is up. Zombie 1 shall try to slam the guy who just stabbed him in the back." <OOC> Tak says, "Fast Attacks, 2 attacks." "... Once again, diplomacy proves a futile idea in this Gods-forsaken land." Vennan sighs, leaping into battle to Sebropert's defense. With a flash of steel, his blade plunges into the side of the nearest interloper. He looks troubled and disgusted when the flesh doesn't give the resistance expected. GAME: Tak rolls 1d20+4: (18)+4: 22 GAME: Tak rolls 1d20+4: (10)+4: 14 <OOC> Tak says, "One hit on Ven" GAME: Tak rolls 1d6+4: (6)+4: 10 GAME: Tak damaged Vennan for 10 points. 17 remaining.
The zombie, and its clear thats what it is now. You can smell the decay, but the body looks like its only been dead a few days. As the blade tears a hole through where its kidney might be, puss and ooze roll down its side. The zombie appears to be very fast, because it turns quickly, slamming its hands like blunt hammers at Vennan, a blow actually connecting solidly against him.
<OOC> Tak says, "Zombie2 now, on Seb" 06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)Taktak | Name | Race | Class | E Lev| CHP | HP | AC | For | Ref | Wil | 06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)Taktak |Ferawyn |WILD_ELF|Dru | 3 | 25 | 25 | 16 | 5 | 4 | 7 | |Kojot |HALF-ORC|Ftr | 3 | 26 | 26 | 19 | 5 | 4 | 3 | |Vennan |DAWN_ELF|Ftr/Rog | 5 | 17 | 30 | 18 | 4 | 8 | 3 | |Sebropert |SITH-MAK|Rgr | 3 | 29 | 29 | 18 | 6 | 5 | 3 | |Remethaer |HUMAN |Rgr | 4 | 33 | 33 | 18 | 6 | 9 | 4 |
<OOC> Tak says, "Fast attacks, 2 attacks." GAME: Tak rolls 1d20+4: (14)+4: 18 GAME: Tak rolls 1d20+4: (19)+4: 23 <OOC> Tak says, "2 Hits" GAME: Tak rolls 1d6+4: (4)+4: 8 GAME: Tak rolls 1d6+4: (6)+4: 10 <OOC> Tak looks at his dice [RPTwo] Ferawyn says, "I'm starting to think I should've use entangle." <OOC> Tak says, "This is bad...I have DMs dice....I bet when I actually play I'm going to roll crap" [RPTwo] Sebropert is starting to think he needs magic armor. GAME: Tak damaged Sebropert for 18 points. 11 remaining. <OOC> Tak says, "Seb, your action"
Sebropert pages: Full attack. Seb is a natural attack ranger. So two primary and one secondary.
You paged Sebropert with 'Go for it'
Sebropert pages: I don't think they coded claws and bites, do you know?
<OOC> Vennan wasn't at full health when this started. Could he get that fixed? :)
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| Name | Race | Class | E Lev| CHP | HP | AC | For | Ref | Wil |
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|Ferawyn |WILD_ELF|Dru | 3 | 25 | 25 | 16 | 5 | 4 | 7 |
|Kojot |HALF-ORC|Ftr | 3 | 26 | 26 | 19 | 5 | 4 | 3 |
|Vennan |DAWN_ELF|Ftr/Rog | 5 | 17 | 30 | 18 | 4 | 8 | 3 |
|Sebropert |SITH-MAK|Rgr | 3 | 11 | 29 | 18 | 6 | 5 | 3 |
|Remethaer |HUMAN |Rgr | 4 | 33 | 33 | 18 | 6 | 9 | 4 |
GAME: Sebropert rolls melee: (15)+6: 21 GAME: Sebropert rolls melee: (7)+6: 13 GAME: Sebropert rolls melee-5: (3)+6+-5: 4 GAME: Tak damaged Vennan for -3 points. 20 remaining. <OOC> Tak says, "two hits" GAME: Sebropert rolls 1d4+3: (4)+3: 7 GAME: Sebropert rolls 1d4+3: (1)+3: 4 <OOC> Tak says, "Attacking the stabbed zombie, or the one that hit you?" <OOC> Sebropert says, "Stabbed. Long as we had him flanked." <OOC> Tak says, "He dies" <OOC> Tak says, "Pose clawing up large chunks of flesh and it falls" <OOC> Tak says, "Fer, your 100 feet away. Any actions?" <OOC> Ferawyn says, "I use entangle on the rest of the zombies, and if it keeps the rest away from Vennan and Seb, so be it."
Sebropert threw himself at the creature before him, his large claws rending it flesh, and spewing putrid chunks away with each swipe. Again he roared as the zombie fell to the ground and went still. "Death walks here!" He called back to the others.
<OOC> Tak says, "Whats the radius?" <OOC> Remethaer says, "4'" <OOC> Remethaer says, "40'" <OOC> Ferawyn says, "40 foot radius" <OOC> Tak says, "DC?" <OOC> Ferawyn says, "15." <OOC> Ferawyn says, "reflex" <OOC> Tak says, "I'll let you pinpoint and get all 4 remaining zombies, leaving 1 near Seb and Ven" GAME: Tak rolls 1d20+1: (5)+1: 6 GAME: Tak rolls 1d20+1: (15)+1: 16 GAME: Tak rolls 1d20+1: (1)+1: 2 <OOC> Ferawyn nodnods. GAME: Tak rolls 1d20+1: (20)+1: 21 <OOC> Tak says, "Z3 and Z5 saved and can move. Z2 and Z4 are entangled" <OOC> Ferawyn says, "I then move closer." <OOC> Ferawyn says, "30 feet. and I'm done." <OOC> Tak says, "Ok, your at 70" <OOC> Tak says, "Z4 is stuck." <OOC> Tak says, "Rem, your action" <OOC> Tak says, "Fer, please pose the entangle of course :)" <OOC> Remethaer says, "Is it clear what we're dealing with from 100' off? Would you like a Perception check? :D" <OOC> Tak says, "Two folks have yelled dead folks" <OOC> Tak says, "Seb even smelled them before he ran out there and said the dead should not walk" [RPTwo] Sebropert says, "Nice. I mean. For now I use only natural attacks, so once I figured out +roll melee, and +roll melee-5, it wasn't so bad." <OOC> Tak says, "So I figure you got a good idea they are zombies :)" <OOC> Sebropert does expect not to be understood regularly. [RPTwo] Ormarr nodnods. Keeping her hands at the ground, Ferawyn winces as Sebropert rushes forward, then Vennan. She can't smack her hands onto the ground fast enough to get the vines and grass to grab the zombies. "Blast. Remethaer! Can you get one of the ones I missed?" <OOC> Remethaer says, "Seb was being cryptic and lizard-y. Who trusts lizards? Look what dragons do to nubile slave girls. :(" <OOC> Remethaer says, "But that works! I will 30' closer and pop off a shot at an un-entangled zombie not in melee." <OOC> Tak says, "Your choice is Z4 or Z3" <OOC> Tak says, "Whats the distance mod on that weapon?" <OOC> Remethaer says, "It's a 40', so I should be at a -2 from 70' away?" <OOC> Tak says, "Yes, thats how I understand it." GAME: Remethaer rolls 1d20+5+4+1-2: (19)+5+4+1+-2: 27 <OOC> Tak says, "Can you explain those mods for me?" <OOC> Remethaer says, "Dex, BAB, Magic (+1), Range (-2)" 06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)Taktak | Name | Race | Class | E Lev| CHP | HP | AC | For | Ref | Wil | 06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)Taktak |Ferawyn |WILD_ELF|Dru | 3 | 25 | 25 | 16 | 5 | 4 | 7 | |Kojot |HALF-ORC|Ftr | 3 | 26 | 26 | 19 | 5 | 4 | 3 | |Vennan |DAWN_ELF|Ftr/Rog | 5 | 20 | 30 | 18 | 4 | 8 | 3 | |Sebropert |SITH-MAK|Rgr | 3 | 11 | 29 | 18 | 6 | 5 | 3 | |Remethaer |HUMAN |Rgr | 4 | 33 | 33 | 18 | 6 | 9 | 4 |
<OOC> Tak says, "Ok" <OOC> Tak says, "You hit :)" <OOC> Remethaer says, "I always stack them apart at the end of the roll so I make sure to include everything. I'm just anal that way. :)" GAME: Remethaer rolls 1d10+1: (7)+1: 8 <OOC> Remethaer says, "Bludgeoning/Piercing for DR purposes." <OOC> Remethaer says, "Can the Dog get to a zombie without stepping into the Entangle?" <OOC> Tak says, "Your pet? Its still 70 ft away AFTER moving 30" <OOC> Tak says, "Do you have precise Shot Rem?" <OOC> Remethaer says, "It has a 50' move! So it could charge to 100' :D" <OOC> Remethaer says, "I do not, no sir. 's why I asked about one not in melee." <OOC> Tak says, "I cant find where entangle differentiates friend from foe" <OOC> Tak says, "You shot Z4 then. And apparently the dog will get entangled if it charges in" <OOC> Ferawyn says, "it doesn't. Vennan and Seb will need reflex saves too." <OOC> Remethaer says, "It doesn't. If one is on the edge of the area of effect, the Dog can attack from outside." <OOC> Tak says, "I let you cast it past them Fer" <OOC> Remethaer says, "(which is what I was hoping for)" <OOC> Ferawyn says, "okie" <OOC> Tak says, "Ven and Seb are at the edge of the entangle" <OOC> Tak says, "There are 2 zombies, 1 at the edge, and 1 moving to flank" <OOC> Tak says, "The dog could charge one of them" <OOC> Remethaer says, "He'll hold back for this round and we'll see what develops next time. :)" Whirlpool has arrived. <OOC> Tak says, "Ok, Z5 and Z3 are not entangled, and start moving outside the stuff to flank Ven and Seb. Z5 will be at the edge, still inside the entangle, but Z3 will be behind zeb, opposite Z5, who will be between Seb and Ven" <OOC> Tak says, "http://tinyrl.com/cvewnvg" <OOC> Tak says, "My google doc :)" <OOC> Tak says, "Z5 moves and attacks once on Seb, then Z3 will move and attack with Flanking on Seb" GAME: Tak rolls 1d20+4: (15)+4: 19 <OOC> Ferawyn can't access. <OOC> Tak says, "try: http://tinyurl.com/ccyvjum" <OOC> Tak says, "I changed the settings and setup a new tinyurl" <OOC> Kojot says, "The original one was fine... except for a dropped letter." 06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)Taktak | Name | Race | Class | E Lev| CHP | HP | AC | For | Ref | Wil | 06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)06:02, 5 May 2013 (EEST)Taktak |Ferawyn |WILD_ELF|Dru | 3 | 25 | 25 | 16 | 5 | 4 | 7 | |Kojot |HALF-ORC|Ftr | 3 | 26 | 26 | 19 | 5 | 4 | 3 | |Vennan |DAWN_ELF|Ftr/Rog | 5 | 20 | 30 | 18 | 4 | 8 | 3 | |Sebropert |SITH-MAK|Rgr | 3 | 11 | 29 | 18 | 6 | 5 | 3 | |Remethaer |HUMAN |Rgr | 4 | 33 | 33 | 18 | 6 | 9 | 4 |
GAME: Tak rolls 1d6+4: (4)+4: 8 GAME: Tak damaged Sebropert for 8 points. 3 remaining. <OOC> Tak says, "Now Z3" <OOC> Ferawyn says, "nope."
GAME: Tak rolls 1d20+6: (8)+6: 14
<OOC> Tak says, "Z3 misses"
<OOC> Tak says, "Still not working Fer?"
The Dog growls and barks a deep, throaty bark, shifting its paws wide and preparing to charge. Remethaer, still frowning as the players begin to sort themselves out, holds the well-trained mastiff in place with a quick, crisp phrase. The animate dead, of course. Up comes the long barrel of the magitech rifle, braced firm against his shoulder. The detailed scrawl along its length coming alive. The thunderous report issues a split-second after a spiral of coalescing energy curls tight and shoots forward. A chunk from one of the creatures spirals off as its torso half-twists with the impact.
[RPTwo] Sebropert says, "Thankfully."
<OOC> Ferawyn says, "nope."
<OOC> Tak says, "Anyone else having issues? I see one viewer"
<OOC> Tak says, "Koj, your turn"
[RPTwo] Kojot says, "Use the following URL: http://tinyrl.com/cvewnvg"
[RPTwo] Kojot says, "Use the following URL: http://tinyurl.com/cvewnvg"
[RPTwo] Kojot forgot to edit the url on the first paste. ^^;
<OOC> Kojot says, "I'll double-move forward; that brings me 60' closer."
The two Zombies that are not entangled really aren't paying attention to the grass grasping at them and struggling to pin them down. They instead move to swarm around Seb, encirling him. One of them slams a fleshy fist into the dragonkin as the other ineffectually swipes at him and only getting air. Bruising is evident on Seb, showing that perhaps he will not hold out much longer.
[RPTwo] Ferawyn says, "see it now." <OOC> Tak says, "If that finishes Kojot, then we are back to Vennan" <OOC> Tak says, "Ven, you are flanking with Seb against Z5" <OOC> Ferawyn tests <OOC> Tak says, "I think Ven got hit RL with something. We can give him a few. 5 minute break everyone :)" <OOC> Remethaer says, "Unacceptable!" <OOC> Remethaer flips the table. <OOC> Vennan sorries! <OOC> Vennan says, "I am back. And flanking Z5!" <OOC> Vennan says, "Full attack now." GAME: Vennan rolls melee + 5: (17)+6+5: 28 GAME: Vennan rolls melee + 4: (5)+6+4: 15 <OOC> Vennan rolls to confirm crit. GAME: Vennan rolls melee + 6: (10)+6+6: 22 [RPTwo] Sebropert says, "Do we add the bonus of flanking, or does it come out of their AC?" [RPTwo] Kojot says, "Flanking adds to attack roll." [RPTwo] Remethaer says, "You get a +2 to hit added to your attack roll for flanking!" [RPTwo] Remethaer says, "Unless the monster cannot be flanked. Which doesn't happen much (usually spooky things with way too many eyeballs)." <OOC> Tak says, "3 hits" <OOC> Tak says, "Er, 2 and a crit" <OOC> Tak says, "ER, 2 hits, one of them a crit, bleh" GAME: Vennan rolls 7d6 + 5: (31)+5: 36 <OOC> Tak says, "That is 3 times his HP....you poke him through the eye" <OOC> Tak says, "Now, Z2 will attack Seb." Once Vennan realizes the creatures are, indeed, undead, all restraint goes right out the window. He drives his rapier straight through the nearest zombie's skull, bashing it over the head with his mace for good measure. GAME: Tak rolls 1d20+4: (11)+4: 15 <OOC> Tak says, "Miss!" <OOC> Tak says, "Seb, your turn" <OOC> Tak says, "He shoulda had -2 for entangle anyhow too, so even worse"
As one Zombie falls, bits of brain flicking off the razor blade of a rapier, the other zombies continue to follow thier mindless commands to kill. A hand is swung at Seb, but the dragonkin manages to avoid the blow easily.
<OOC> Sebropert says, "5ft step to T10, and attacking Z2. Not much else I can do." <OOC> Tak says, "That puts you in the entangle zone" <OOC> Sebropert mmmhs. "Wait. Never mind that square number. <OOC> Tak says, "Roll reflex" <OOC> Tak says, "Hehe" <OOC> Tak says, "Where do you want to move?" <OOC> Sebropert says, "Figured out what that box you drew meant." <OOC> Sebropert says, "S10." <OOC> Sebropert says, "And attack." <OOC> Tak says, "Ok" GAME: Sebropert rolls melee: (9)+6: 15 GAME: Sebropert rolls melee: (12)+6: 18 GAME: Sebropert rolls melee-5: (16)+6+-5: 17 <OOC> Tak says, "Three hits" GAME: Sebropert rolls 1d4+3: (2)+3: 5 GAME: Sebropert rolls 1d4+3: (4)+3: 7 GAME: Sebropert rolls 1d4+1: (2)+1: 3 <OOC> Tak says, "Thats going to kill it. Pose it" <OOC> Tak says, "Fer, your up!"
Even though his dark scales hid the bruising, Sebropert did not move like a healthy creature. His frills hung limp, and his spines quivered instead of groans of pain. Yet pain brought out the feralness in him as he sank his jaws into the head of another one of the foul beasts, and tore chunks from its throat until it went limp and fell at his feat.
GAME: 'z1' removed from initiative list. GAME: 'z2' removed from initiative list. GAME: 'z5' removed from initiative list.
Current Initiative Order ====
23 Vennan
18 Sebropert
16 Ferawyn
13 Z4
11 Remethaer
7 Z3
4 Kojot
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<OOC> Ferawyn says, "I'm going to use my bow, after moving up 30 feet." <OOC> Ferawyn says, "and I'm rolling." GAME: Ferawyn rolls ranged: (2)+5: 7 <OOC> Ferawyn says, "oh well." <OOC> Tak says, "30 Feet to Z3, but...eek" <OOC> Tak says, "Ok." GAME: Tak rolls 1d20+3: (20)+3: 23 <OOC> Tak says, "Z4 Breaks free of the entangle as a move, then takes a second move."
<OOC> Tak says, "Rem, your up"
<OOC> Remethaer says, "I'll move 30' up (so I'm just North of Ferawyn in L10 and pop off another shot at the zombie)."
Trying to get closer, Ferawyn draws an arrow and pulls it back. Perhaps she fires it too fast cuz she relaly relaly misses, badly.
<OOC> Remethaer says, "Z3 (who is not in melee, hooray)"
GAME: Remethaer rolls 1d20+5+4+1: (10)+5+4+1: 20
GAME: Remethaer rolls 1d10+1: (10)+1: 11
<OOC> Ferawyn says, "blammo."
<OOC> Ferawyn says, "and my spelling sucks."
<OOC> Tak says, "Pose taking a good chunk of him with that shot"
<OOC> Remethaer says, "Alright. Dog will 5' and intercept the same zombie, and attack."
<OOC> Tak says, "Ok"
<OOC> Remethaer says, "Q11"
GAME: Remethaer rolls 1d20+1+1: (12)+1+1: 14
[RPTwo] Remethaer says, "(one day he will be mighty. At the moment... not so much.)"
<OOC> Tak says, "That hits"
GAME: Remethaer rolls 1d6+1: (2)+1: 3
<OOC> Tak says, "With 1 HP, the dog will finish him off!"
<OOC> Remethaer says, "Sweet. That saves me from looking up his Trip bonus."
GAME: 'z3' removed from initiative list.
Current Initiative Order ====
23 Vennan
18 Sebropert
16 Ferawyn
13 Z4
11 Remethaer
4 Kojot
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<OOC> Tak says, "Koj, your turn" <OOC> Kojot says, "Double-move to U7." <OOC> Tak says, "Ok, If thats all for Koj, then we have Vennan on top again" <OOC> Tak says, "Rem, need your pose for your shot and the dog" <OOC> Vennan says, "Can I move to flank on either Z4 or Z3?" <OOC> Ferawyn says, "I think z3 is dead." <OOC> Sebropert says, "Yup, and you are next to Z4." <OOC> Kojot says, "Z3 is dead, and Z4 doesn't have anyone else threatening it besides you." Motes of energy linger at the end of his rifle after its last discharge. Distractedly, eyes bouncing from melee to melee, through the writhing flora, and across his companions, the Xian runs his thumb over the arming plate once more. He finds a target and, with another booming blast, the mana-infused bullet tears through the air and blasts through the zombie, staggering it. A whistle and a shouted command has the Redridge mastiff leaping the short distance to the shambling beast. Jaws close and rotting bones snap, breaking the foul enchantment allowing the corpse to move. <OOC> Remethaer was typin', sorry for the delay. ;) <OOC> Vennan says, "Well then, regular full attack on Z4." GAME: Vennan rolls melee + 4: (10)+6+4: 20 GAME: Vennan rolls melee + 3: (18)+6+3: 27 <OOC> Tak says, "Hit, hit" GAME: Vennan rolls 2d6 + 5: (7)+5: 12 <OOC> Tak says, "Dead dead dead" <OOC> Tak says, "Pose the last zombie being poked until it stops moving" <OOC> Tak pictures Cary Elweys stabbing that rous repeatedly, with the orchastra notes on each stab <OOC> Remethaer doesn't believe in ROUS. Vennan is a zombie killing machine! Or re-killing machine. At any rate, he stabs and bashes the last of the undead creatures until he's sure it isn't moving anymore. "... Where did those abominations come from?"
You are all a little distance outside the village, and no one is eager to leave thier homes just yet. After a few moments though, there is signs of stirring, and the Driver emerges from the house he was hiding in. He moves to check his team, which was put aside, then turns, waiting for you all to walk back to him....what, your the heroes.
Kojot slows down to a walk, then shrugs and starts to mosey back to the driver, keeping an eye out for further trouble.
"Off," Remethaer calls, pulling the dog back to heel as he lowers his rifle. "No one bleeding out?" He wonders, moving further from the town to check on Vennan and the sith'makar, glancing at the fallen corpses as he passes.
The corpses appear to be common peasants bodies, though each shows remarkable preservation. They obviously werent dug up, they were killed and then animated. The clothes are in mostly good shape, but show signs of wear and tear from travel. The cloaks are in good condition, so someone must have ment to conceal their true nature until they got close to whomever they were to attack.
Ferawyn walks her way over towards Sebropert and touches a wand to his scales. "I'm tending to the ones who are wounded." She then looks to Sebropert. "I'm sorry I didn't trust your instincts."
Sebropert does not yet return to the town, his big frame kneeling down next to one of the now still bodies. The Sith'Makar breaths heavily, wincing a bit at the tender spots the Zombie's strong strikes had left on his body. A clawed hand reached down to shift amidst the cloak of the zombie, his snout snuffling as he searched and scented for clues. "Not know well," he replied to Ferawyn in understanding. "Know now for future."
Nothing of note is on the bodies, beyond the clothing that keeps them from showing thier decay. The only thing is, beyond the wounds you made, there are no other wounds, nothing to show how they originally died. Perhaps it was magic.
"Undead. No doubt about it. I've encountered these before." Vennan says with a scowl as he tries to clean the filth from his blade before returning it to his belt. "A necromancer of some sort may be afoot. Or fouler influences still." Ferawyn says, "My first guess would be a necromancer." She says moving to heal Venna's injuries. "Perhaps we can find it.""
The driver remains back in the village, as you inspect the bodies he moves to check his horses, starting to unhook them from the wagon, apparently he is not traveling any more today, doubtful the horses could take it.
Remethaer nods, looking down at one of the dead for a moment. A sigh and he shoulders the rifle, balancing it as he turns to walk back towards town. The dog falls in behind him. "We should see the bodies back into the care of the Mourners. Let the proper rites be observed." Now to find out about this Mort, fellow, and why the driver and his lady-friend were targeted.
The driver tells his tale, that as he was heading to the village he was stopped in the middle of the road. A man in black armor with a cloak had these five behind him. The armored man demanded that I turn over everything of value and I would be given a painless death. Mort was my wifes brother, he wasn't the brightest fellow, and he moved to grab for a large hammer he carried, and the armored man spoke a few words. Mort went riged and fell off the wagon, and thats when those five came and tore into him. I snapped the whip and ran for it, the Armored man laughed and then the five gave chase.
<OOC> Remethaer says, "Reme'll see the bodies back to the Halls of Waiting. He's a big idiot softy."
<OOC> Sebropert says, "Puts that away in the ol' scent memory bank." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Looks like everyone hads fun!"