Damn it you two! You don't even know what you have started! One of them just came back from the dead"
Aluve calls to the crew he sent into the bushes to hide. "Alright men, get back out here and arm up. We may have a fight on our hands now." He walks over to Archibald, puts his hand in his shoulder. " We have your back, stick close to the group. Make every strike count".
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The scene is one of such chaos, that though Chatcho concentrates on the task, the exact number of remaining sailors eludes him. However, it is clear they are losing the battle, here and there, another falls under the tide of their former colleagues. One in particular seems to be standing his ground, a mountain of a man swinging a massive axe at anything that approaches.
Initiative!
Party 2113622814
Sailors 1415818180
5 to 1the party seizes the initiative.
An arrow lodges itself in the sailors body with a soft thump, the other passes through a previous wound, severing one of those spider-webbed black tendons that hold the creature up, pulling apart with a ready snap. The creature sways at the sudden loss of control, but another is formed from the others. Slowly, it turns towards the source of the attack, and begins shambling in halting, jerking steps towards the party.
Persuasion:18
No answer comes from the bushes the crew had hid behind. Either frightened to the spot, or already fled the location, the crew of the ship will be of no use here.
With a last stifled gurgle, the sailor falls to the ground, twitching and writhing but unable to hold enough of itself together to continue the attack. The sound draws the attention of two more.
Chatcho gets within 60 feet of the attacker nearest to the man with the massive axe and uses mind sliver against the attacker.
If the the attacker fails an Intelligence Save of 13 it takes 3 Psychic Damage and subtracts 3 from the next saving throw before the end of my next turn.
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That chaotic scene turns even more so as the party leaps into the fray, blades singing and arrows flying. One more sailor falls to the horde just as Archibald brings the axe down on his foe, the body crumpling underneath its heft. Aluve, though Chatcho and Hanson assist, is unable to fell his enemy even after a dazzling display of dexterity, cutting deep wounds that are quickly held fast by that same black sinew. The creature roars, specks of this strange black liquid and the sailor's blood spattering across Aluve's face. Up close and personal now, it is visible that grey and silver streaks stretch through this strange substance, sometimes a liquid, sometimes a sinew-like muscle, puppeteering the bodies of the fallen. Despite the creature's best efforts, however, the elven ranger proves too quick for it, ducking its every attack.
As one, as if recognizing the sudden danger, the undead turn heel and face the party. All of them save for those engaged with the great-axe wielder do this and begin marching forward. In their jerking, slow fashion, two are close enough to reach Archibald and Aluve, up-close and in melee as they are. They do not posses the dexterity they once did in life, but thick chain links protect their bodies, and they grip their weapons in-hand as they did when they died. As they abandon their hunts to engage this new threat, survivors flee into the woodline. Their screaming moments later tell that not all of them find safety there.
A similarly garbed and armed soldier engages with the great-axe wielder alongside two of his lesser sailors. They swing, just as he does, but he finds no luck. One of the sailors strikes a blow into his ribcage, knocking him off-balance long enough for the soldier's spear to find it's mark. He roars in pain and frustration, overwhelmed by their numbers, but still alive for now.
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Fletchings catch the air and whiz as the arrow slips harmlessly overhead the axe-wielding man and his foes. Still, however, by some unseen force known best by Chatcho, one of the sailors crumples under the weight of its injuries already sustained during the lengthy assault on the ship's crew. An unspoken message is shared between the two remaining there, and the sailor fending off Aluve. A crooked snarl sprawls across his face and he turns from the melee, slinging his weapon with inhuman force. It blindsides Chatcho, who had been concentrating on his attack. Luckily, the counter-attack is graceless, and glances off dealing minimal damage.
Meanwhile, Aluve is preoccupied with the sailor currently trying it's damnedest to break one of his arms. Expertly, he ducks past as it lurches forward, and brings a blade down across its neck. The head rolls away in the grass. He then turns, and takes a step, driving the other blade forward, catching the soldier off-guard. Chain links scatter as they are broken free from the armour, a deep gouge left where there wasn't one before. Just as the attack is finished, and Aluve is beginning to fall back into a protective stance, a wooden shaft passes over his shoulder and embeds itself in the soldier's heart. The creature takes one more step, then falls. Both bodies continue to twitch and squirm, but they pose no threat now.
Archibald, having felled his enemy, rushes in to meet the approaching soldier. They clash violently, sparks flying as each demonstrates their proficiency with their chosen weapons. Then, the soldier finds an opening. Archibald swings but the soldier is faster. Thrusting into the opening and catching Archibald's blade before it can find flesh. The spear tears through the leather padding the human's gut. Blood stains the metal, and pain shoots through the fighter's body. Despite this, Archibald sees his own opening in his opponents reckless thrust, and brings his other hand down, slamming the pommel of his longsword against the soldier's head with a bone-shattering crunch. Blood pours from each's respective wounds as they retreat to find a reprieve, but both remain standing.
Hanson pulls out yet another well-crafted insult, hurling it at the soldier locked in combat with the great-axe wielder. And though the grimace that overcomes the creature's face speaks to his success, it still manages to pull off a near-perfect mimicry of the move that injured Archibald, catching the axe with the haft of his spear, and driving the point into the wielder's gut. The sailor tries to make use of this momentary weakness but is knocked aside by the flat of the axe as the twice-injured man roars furiously, yanking the spear free of his body.
The march falters. Not as mindless as they would seem, the horde once-approaching ceases, recognizing the danger of this new threat. Recognizing that any that step to them fall, a significant amount without even getting an attack off. They turn as one, wordlessly, and make for the treeline, where the screaming has died down, as the sailors that were found have been killed, and those that weren't have fled. If, that is, any of them managed to sneak past whatever lie in the woods. Those yet engaged with the enemy do not flee, loyal to the end, they stay to fight to the death, to delay the newcomers as long as they might.
Archibald draws his sword and axe, and looks on fearfully.
"You've g-got m-my back, right?" He looks more like the young boy he's just barely old enough to claim he isn't. But he moves forward cautiously.
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Damn it you two! You don't even know what you have started! One of them just came back from the dead"
Aluve calls to the crew he sent into the bushes to hide. "Alright men, get back out here and arm up. We may have a fight on our hands now." He walks over to Archibald, puts his hand in his shoulder. " We have your back, stick close to the group. Make every strike count".
Aluve draws his blades and breathes deeply.
Han just looks dumbfounded the. Readies his lute and his blades.
Branch responds to Aluve, "Yeah, and all the better to get the jump on them before they get the jump on us!"
The scene is one of such chaos, that though Chatcho concentrates on the task, the exact number of remaining sailors eludes him. However, it is clear they are losing the battle, here and there, another falls under the tide of their former colleagues. One in particular seems to be standing his ground, a mountain of a man swinging a massive axe at anything that approaches.
Initiative!
Party
21 13 6 22 8 14
Sailors
14 15 8 18 18 0
5 to 1 the party seizes the initiative.
An arrow lodges itself in the sailors body with a soft thump, the other passes through a previous wound, severing one of those spider-webbed black tendons that hold the creature up, pulling apart with a ready snap. The creature sways at the sudden loss of control, but another is formed from the others. Slowly, it turns towards the source of the attack, and begins shambling in halting, jerking steps towards the party.
Persuasion:18
No answer comes from the bushes the crew had hid behind. Either frightened to the spot, or already fled the location, the crew of the ship will be of no use here.
As the seemingly half soldier turns towards the group now that they have it's attention, Branch lets another arrow fly. "Alright guys, we got this!!"
Attack: 16 Damage: 7
With a last stifled gurgle, the sailor falls to the ground, twitching and writhing but unable to hold enough of itself together to continue the attack. The sound draws the attention of two more.
Aluve moves towards their enemies and meets one of them in close combat.
Sword 1 -
Roll 12 + 2 = 14
Damage 4 + 2 = 6
Sword two -
Roll 15 + 2 = 17
Damage 3 + 2 = 5
Bramble fires off another arrow at the nearest enemy. Attack: 23 Damage: 11
Han shouts out as the zombies pile towards the group “I’d call your mother about your death but I don’t speak goblin!”
Vicious Mockery: 5
Phychic Damage: 4
If hits zombie has disadvantage on next attack roll!
Archibald moves forward and his hands take over where his brain falters. Sword and axe swing at the nearest foe!
Attack: 11 Damage: 7
Attack: 25 Damage: 15
Snicker snack! Both strike flesh!
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Chatcho gets within 60 feet of the attacker nearest to the man with the massive axe and uses mind sliver against the attacker.
If the the attacker fails an Intelligence Save of 13 it takes 3 Psychic Damage and subtracts 3 from the next saving throw before the end of my next turn.
That chaotic scene turns even more so as the party leaps into the fray, blades singing and arrows flying. One more sailor falls to the horde just as Archibald brings the axe down on his foe, the body crumpling underneath its heft. Aluve, though Chatcho and Hanson assist, is unable to fell his enemy even after a dazzling display of dexterity, cutting deep wounds that are quickly held fast by that same black sinew. The creature roars, specks of this strange black liquid and the sailor's blood spattering across Aluve's face. Up close and personal now, it is visible that grey and silver streaks stretch through this strange substance, sometimes a liquid, sometimes a sinew-like muscle, puppeteering the bodies of the fallen. Despite the creature's best efforts, however, the elven ranger proves too quick for it, ducking its every attack.
Attack: 10 Damage: 9
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As one, as if recognizing the sudden danger, the undead turn heel and face the party. All of them save for those engaged with the great-axe wielder do this and begin marching forward. In their jerking, slow fashion, two are close enough to reach Archibald and Aluve, up-close and in melee as they are. They do not posses the dexterity they once did in life, but thick chain links protect their bodies, and they grip their weapons in-hand as they did when they died. As they abandon their hunts to engage this new threat, survivors flee into the woodline. Their screaming moments later tell that not all of them find safety there.
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A similarly garbed and armed soldier engages with the great-axe wielder alongside two of his lesser sailors. They swing, just as he does, but he finds no luck. One of the sailors strikes a blow into his ribcage, knocking him off-balance long enough for the soldier's spear to find it's mark. He roars in pain and frustration, overwhelmed by their numbers, but still alive for now.
Sailor Attack: 23 Damage: 8
Sailor Attack: 23 Damage: 5
Soldier Attack: 21 Damage: 8
Greataxe Attack: 7 Damage: 2
Archibald keeps moving, finding his next target with his blades
Attack: 11 Damage: 6
Attack: 15 Damage: 7
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"What is this substance!" Aluve yells.
Aluve continues to attack his foe in close combat.
Roll sword 1: 18 + 2 = 20
Damage : 4 + 2 = 6
Roll sword 2: 13 + 2 = 15
Damage: 2 + 2 = 4
Chatcho uses mind sliver against one of the sailors attacking the axe wielding soldier.
Attack: 13 Damage: 5
"No!! Did you hear that? The survivors are even being attacked at the treeline! What is going on here?!"
Utilizing the axe wielding soldier as a distraction, she tries to also attack the sailor Chatcho does with an arrow sneak attack
Attack: 8 Damage: 8
"This whole wretched place is cursed..." Bramble murmurs as he fires off another arrow.
Attack: 6 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
9
Fletchings catch the air and whiz as the arrow slips harmlessly overhead the axe-wielding man and his foes. Still, however, by some unseen force known best by Chatcho, one of the sailors crumples under the weight of its injuries already sustained during the lengthy assault on the ship's crew. An unspoken message is shared between the two remaining there, and the sailor fending off Aluve. A crooked snarl sprawls across his face and he turns from the melee, slinging his weapon with inhuman force. It blindsides Chatcho, who had been concentrating on his attack. Luckily, the counter-attack is graceless, and glances off dealing minimal damage.
Attack: 20 Damage: 7
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Meanwhile, Aluve is preoccupied with the sailor currently trying it's damnedest to break one of his arms. Expertly, he ducks past as it lurches forward, and brings a blade down across its neck. The head rolls away in the grass. He then turns, and takes a step, driving the other blade forward, catching the soldier off-guard. Chain links scatter as they are broken free from the armour, a deep gouge left where there wasn't one before. Just as the attack is finished, and Aluve is beginning to fall back into a protective stance, a wooden shaft passes over his shoulder and embeds itself in the soldier's heart. The creature takes one more step, then falls. Both bodies continue to twitch and squirm, but they pose no threat now.
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Archibald, having felled his enemy, rushes in to meet the approaching soldier. They clash violently, sparks flying as each demonstrates their proficiency with their chosen weapons. Then, the soldier finds an opening. Archibald swings but the soldier is faster. Thrusting into the opening and catching Archibald's blade before it can find flesh. The spear tears through the leather padding the human's gut. Blood stains the metal, and pain shoots through the fighter's body. Despite this, Archibald sees his own opening in his opponents reckless thrust, and brings his other hand down, slamming the pommel of his longsword against the soldier's head with a bone-shattering crunch. Blood pours from each's respective wounds as they retreat to find a reprieve, but both remain standing.
Attack: 11 Damage: 2
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Hanson pulls out yet another well-crafted insult, hurling it at the soldier locked in combat with the great-axe wielder. And though the grimace that overcomes the creature's face speaks to his success, it still manages to pull off a near-perfect mimicry of the move that injured Archibald, catching the axe with the haft of his spear, and driving the point into the wielder's gut. The sailor tries to make use of this momentary weakness but is knocked aside by the flat of the axe as the twice-injured man roars furiously, yanking the spear free of his body.
Hanson Attack:5 Damage:4
Greataxe Attack: 23 Damage: 7
Soldier Attack: 15 Damage: 6
Sailor Attack: 14 Damage: 4
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The march falters. Not as mindless as they would seem, the horde once-approaching ceases, recognizing the danger of this new threat. Recognizing that any that step to them fall, a significant amount without even getting an attack off. They turn as one, wordlessly, and make for the treeline, where the screaming has died down, as the sailors that were found have been killed, and those that weren't have fled. If, that is, any of them managed to sneak past whatever lie in the woods. Those yet engaged with the enemy do not flee, loyal to the end, they stay to fight to the death, to delay the newcomers as long as they might.
Archibald takes a moment to recuperate and renew his guard, slashing at the zombie soldier with his sword but relaxing his axe arm for a moment
Second wind 2
Sword Attack: 22 Damage: 12
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