The wight erupts in flames...Magnus watches as the moldering armor and desiccated flesh burns away from the dried bones underneath. The wight makes no indication of pain, rather he just stares at Magnus with a disgusted look as if to say "Now, look what you've done..." The wight drops his sword and holds his arms out straight, welcoming the all-consuming flames. "Soon....soon you too will wish for a death like this...you'll beg for it..."
As the last of the clothing burns away, Magnus can see a small charm dangling from a golden chain around the wight's neck. It drops into the fire as the rest of the body burns to ash...
Sopa observe the battle field and seeing that everything seems well in hand, takes a moment to reach down and retrieve the ruby that was once the heart of his homonculous. He places it in a pocket for later then retrieves some of his tinkering tools from their places on his Shield back. Confident that Clunk will watch over him he stops concentrations on his spells and begins to gather bits of stuff laying around him. A rock, a small pile of rubble, chunks of the vines that once held him captive. He arranges and using his tinker tools modifies some of his collection until the odds and ends resemble a child's attempt to model a set of Smith tools.
As he works to modify his materials a small layer of smoke covers the model components. Sopa hums a low rhythmic tune as he works his magic. This continues on as the battle wages around him.
(Sopa is using his right tool for the job skill to create a set of Smith tools. This will continue for an hour.)
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"Just what are you doing? Can't you see that we have a little problem on our hands?"
Saoirse calls out as she notices that Sopa is no longer in the fight. Still she cannot divert too much attention to the tortle and continues to hack at the remaining zombies. She continues to motion Arthu to stay back not wanting to have to deal with bringing him back should a zombie get a lucky strike in.
Action: Attack Zombie 7 (If it dies with the first swing then move and 2nd attack on Zombie 5) with greatsword twice Attack 1, Attack: 11 Damage: 12 slashing Attack 2, Attack: 26 Damage: 9 slashing
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Active Characters Tink - Elf ArtificerNicholas Meloncreek - Human Fighter Thurkear - Lizardfolk WarlockBjorn "Whitewalker" Akannathi - Goliath Ranger
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Saoirse's first strike removes one of the zombie's arms, followed quickly by the other with her second swing of her weapon. Though it was largely rendered useless, the attacks failed to render it fully dead.
ZOMB 6 The injured zombie lashes out at Saj wildly
Attack (Slam): 23 vs. AC 17 (Saj); dealing 5 bludgeoning damage on a hit.
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Rohjo grunts as the zombie's rotten fists lash out at his face and neck: whether the dragonborn feels pain or mere annoyance at the undead's stubborn refusal to finally meet their end is hard to say... but the retaliation is swift and brutal, as he delivers a succession of combined elbow strikes, knee kicks and spear blows.
Movement: positions himself between ZOMBIE 4 and ZOMBIE 7. Action: Attacks Zombie 7 with Sun Spear for Attack: 27 Damage: 10 . Bonus Action: uses 1 Ki Point to trigger Flurry of Blows on Zombies 4 and/or 7 (if first Unarmed Attack downs the first target) Attack: 8 Damage: 6 and Attack: 12 Damage: 8 . Open Hand Technique: any zombie still standing rolls a DEX Save DC 14 or falls prone. **
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' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV) " Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII) " Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr) " This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
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ZOMB 7 Undead Fortitude: If reduced to 0 hit points, the zombie must make a Constitution saving throw: 9 vs. DC 17. On a success, the zombie drops to 1 hit point instead.
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ZOMB 4 Undead Fortitude: If reduced to 0 hit points, the zombie must make a Constitution saving throw: 11 vs. DC 18. On a success, the zombie drops to 1 hit point instead.
Drohjo's spear bursts through the zombie standing in front of Saoirse, sending bits of the monster flying at her, however they are consumed into ash before any of it lands on her. The dragon monk's next strike sends the zombie behind him sprawling to the floor but after a moment of brief stillness, the monster begins to stir once again, not quite fully liberated from its prison of undeath.
Saj slashes at the zombie in front of him with his sickle, then another luminous arrow bursts from his forehead and shoots out at the zombie closest to Drohjo
Moon Sickle attack on Zombie 6: 26; Damage on hit - 4 Slashing
Bonus Action Starry Form attack on Zombie 4: 25; Damage on hit - 10 Radiant
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The druid rakes off the zombie's jawbone along with most of the remained of what used to be its throat and a good chunk of rotted pectoral muscle with a swift downward swipe of his sickle. While the damage is severe, it doesn't seems to stop the animated corpse's aggression. However, across the room, Droho's zombie bursts into flames as Saj's celestial missile makes impact.
Only two of the original nine undead are still standing - the one assaulting Saj and the one flailing at Yamatsunami (whom the monk assassin regarded as little more than a training dummy.) Nonetheless, driven by its insatiable hunger, the zombie presses the attack:
ZOMB 5 Attack (Slam): 18 vs. AC 22 (Yamatsunami); dealing 5 bludgeoning damage on a hit.
The zombie's wild swings are easily avoided by Yamatsunami. As rotted fists fly over her head, she is able to look up an see a large piece of paper or perhaps parchment tucked partially inside one of the zombie's interior coat pockets. The garment looks like something a scholar, teacher or traveling researcher might wear: tweed, single-breasted fabric with little buttons dangling from the sleeves and thin, functionless leather patches sewn into the elbows. While bloodstained and tattered, a few spots of relative cleanliness survive in small blotches, leading one to believe that this zombie has not been undead for very long.
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Yama ducks down dodging the blow and notices the paper. She makes note to find it when things calm down. With flick of her wrist, she alters her grip and goes to pierce the undead skull from below.
The blade of Yamatsunami's sword pierces the zombie in the soft tissue on the underside of its chin and emerges through the top of its cranium. Her weapon's radiance flashes from soft glow to an intense bright white and an instant later the zombie's head burst like a child's balloon...albeit it one filled with viscous, liquified brain matter and other biological excreta.
The eruption turned the corpse's eyeballs into tiny soft projectiles, propelling them away from the skull with the speed of a loosed arrow. The one on the right ricocheted off the western wall of the chamber and landed in Sopa's lap as he worked to conjure up a set of etherial smith's tools. The headless corpse sinks slowly to its knees and keels over, finally free of the grip of undeath.
At first, everyone except Saj and Magnus thought that all the zombies were finished, but a loud, angry moan reminded everyone that a single attacker still remained...and was literally trying to eat the elephant in the room.
Just as Sopa is about to respond to Saoirse an eyeball lands in his lap. A little surprised but unfazed he holds it up as proof of his decision. "Oh! See. Things are well in hand. I knew you all would make fine escorts. Fret not Saoirse you are doing a fine job." says the tortle as he wraps the organ in a scrap of paper before dropping into one of the pouches on his Shield back. He then lowers his head and continues to shape and form his smith's tools.
Magnus' first beam strikes the zombie in the pelvis, blowing its legs out from underneath it. His second lands dead center in the zombie's chest, before gravity it could even pull it to the ground, blowing apart the corpse and sending parts and pieces flying into the empty northwest corner of the room.
(OOC: We are now out of combat.)
The dust settles and the room becomes still once again with the exception of Sopa who muttered quiet incantations as he worked to call forth a set of ethereal smiths' tools. Magnus' bonfire crackled at the middle of the room - the warlock could still see the small charm at the center of the fire. Yama remembered that one of her victims had what looked like a rolled parchment sticking out of an interior coat pocket.
The assault party had finished clearing the first room of what they knew was a massive complex. As they began to collect themselves after the fight, they realized that they would have a choice to make on which direction to go next: east or south. Both sets of double doors looked identical. A brass placard was placed above the archway of each door. Inscribed upon the placard of the doors leading east were the words "Hatchling Pens" and above the doors leading south "Pale Gardens".
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Rohjo gave another muffled groan as he stripped out of his bloodied tunic, letting it fall on the ground in a heap, without apparent care for the fact he was now almost completely naked, except for a simple loincloth wrapped around his scaly hide.
He looked at the heap of clothing with morose, but already detached interest, before scanning the room and the assembled group.
"This One is satisfied with the result of These Others' skills. Some discipline. Much knowledge. Acceptable, if a little haphazard strategy. Ferocity of Intent, engaging Fluid Action. Hmm. Yes, that is good," is all the dragonborn says.
His face still expressionless, the opaque bluish eyes revealing nothing of his emotions - if any - Drohjo returns to his usual watchful stance. His radiant blade seems to have vaporized any trace of gore or blood that could have stuck to it: the Sun Spear still shines with a raw, bright golden light.
** Drohjo scanning the room: Perception check 5 **
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV) " Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII) " Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr) " This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
Magnus' hex spell fizzles out as he directs his concentration towards conjuring up the bonfire beneath the feet of the wight
WIGHT 2
Dexterity (Save): 10 vs. DC 16 (Magnus); taking 12 fire damage on a failed save.
The wight erupts in flames...Magnus watches as the moldering armor and desiccated flesh burns away from the dried bones underneath. The wight makes no indication of pain, rather he just stares at Magnus with a disgusted look as if to say "Now, look what you've done..." The wight drops his sword and holds his arms out straight, welcoming the all-consuming flames. "Soon....soon you too will wish for a death like this...you'll beg for it..."
As the last of the clothing burns away, Magnus can see a small charm dangling from a golden chain around the wight's neck. It drops into the fire as the rest of the body burns to ash...
Sopa observe the battle field and seeing that everything seems well in hand, takes a moment to reach down and retrieve the ruby that was once the heart of his homonculous. He places it in a pocket for later then retrieves some of his tinkering tools from their places on his Shield back. Confident that Clunk will watch over him he stops concentrations on his spells and begins to gather bits of stuff laying around him. A rock, a small pile of rubble, chunks of the vines that once held him captive. He arranges and using his tinker tools modifies some of his collection until the odds and ends resemble a child's attempt to model a set of Smith tools.
As he works to modify his materials a small layer of smoke covers the model components. Sopa hums a low rhythmic tune as he works his magic. This continues on as the battle wages around him.
(Sopa is using his right tool for the job skill to create a set of Smith tools. This will continue for an hour.)
**This Space for Rent**
"Just what are you doing? Can't you see that we have a little problem on our hands?"
Saoirse calls out as she notices that Sopa is no longer in the fight. Still she cannot divert too much attention to the tortle and continues to hack at the remaining zombies. She continues to motion Arthu to stay back not wanting to have to deal with bringing him back should a zombie get a lucky strike in.
Action: Attack Zombie 7 (If it dies with the first swing then move and 2nd attack on Zombie 5) with greatsword twice
Attack 1, Attack: 11 Damage: 12 slashing
Attack 2, Attack: 26 Damage: 9 slashing
Active Characters
Tink - Elf Artificer Nicholas Meloncreek - Human Fighter
Thurkear - Lizardfolk Warlock Bjorn "Whitewalker" Akannathi - Goliath Ranger
Saoirse's first strike removes one of the zombie's arms, followed quickly by the other with her second swing of her weapon. Though it was largely rendered useless, the attacks failed to render it fully dead.
ZOMB 6
The injured zombie lashes out at Saj wildly
Attack (Slam): 23 vs. AC 17 (Saj); dealing 5 bludgeoning damage on a hit.
Rohjo grunts as the zombie's rotten fists lash out at his face and neck: whether the dragonborn feels pain or mere annoyance at the undead's stubborn refusal to finally meet their end is hard to say... but the retaliation is swift and brutal, as he delivers a succession of combined elbow strikes, knee kicks and spear blows.
Movement: positions himself between ZOMBIE 4 and ZOMBIE 7. Action: Attacks Zombie 7 with Sun Spear for Attack: 27 Damage: 10 . Bonus Action: uses 1 Ki Point to trigger Flurry of Blows on Zombies 4 and/or 7 (if first Unarmed Attack downs the first target) Attack: 8 Damage: 6 and Attack: 12 Damage: 8 . Open Hand Technique: any zombie still standing rolls a DEX Save DC 14 or falls prone. **
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
Clunk stands a stoic guard as his inner mechanisms click and whir, repairing the damage done by the vines.
Clunk gains 10hp from his inate healing ability.
**This Space for Rent**
ZOMB 7
Undead Fortitude: If reduced to 0 hit points, the zombie must make a Constitution saving throw: 9 vs. DC 17. On a success, the zombie drops to 1 hit point instead.
ZOMB 4
Undead Fortitude: If reduced to 0 hit points, the zombie must make a Constitution saving throw: 11 vs. DC 18. On a success, the zombie drops to 1 hit point instead.
Drohjo's spear bursts through the zombie standing in front of Saoirse, sending bits of the monster flying at her, however they are consumed into ash before any of it lands on her. The dragon monk's next strike sends the zombie behind him sprawling to the floor but after a moment of brief stillness, the monster begins to stir once again, not quite fully liberated from its prison of undeath.
Saj slashes at the zombie in front of him with his sickle, then another luminous arrow bursts from his forehead and shoots out at the zombie closest to Drohjo
Moon Sickle attack on Zombie 6: 26; Damage on hit - 4 Slashing
Bonus Action Starry Form attack on Zombie 4: 25; Damage on hit - 10 Radiant
The druid rakes off the zombie's jawbone along with most of the remained of what used to be its throat and a good chunk of rotted pectoral muscle with a swift downward swipe of his sickle. While the damage is severe, it doesn't seems to stop the animated corpse's aggression. However, across the room, Droho's zombie bursts into flames as Saj's celestial missile makes impact.
Only two of the original nine undead are still standing - the one assaulting Saj and the one flailing at Yamatsunami (whom the monk assassin regarded as little more than a training dummy.) Nonetheless, driven by its insatiable hunger, the zombie presses the attack:
ZOMB 5
Attack (Slam): 18 vs. AC 22 (Yamatsunami); dealing 5 bludgeoning damage on a hit.
The zombie's wild swings are easily avoided by Yamatsunami. As rotted fists fly over her head, she is able to look up an see a large piece of paper or perhaps parchment tucked partially inside one of the zombie's interior coat pockets. The garment looks like something a scholar, teacher or traveling researcher might wear: tweed, single-breasted fabric with little buttons dangling from the sleeves and thin, functionless leather patches sewn into the elbows. While bloodstained and tattered, a few spots of relative cleanliness survive in small blotches, leading one to believe that this zombie has not been undead for very long.
Yama ducks down dodging the blow and notices the paper. She makes note to find it when things calm down. With flick of her wrist, she alters her grip and goes to pierce the undead skull from below.
Action: booking blade
Attack: 16 Damage: 19 radiant + 5 thunder + 7 sneak
Move back 5 feet it follows 10 thunder
The blade of Yamatsunami's sword pierces the zombie in the soft tissue on the underside of its chin and emerges through the top of its cranium. Her weapon's radiance flashes from soft glow to an intense bright white and an instant later the zombie's head burst like a child's balloon...albeit it one filled with viscous, liquified brain matter and other biological excreta.
The eruption turned the corpse's eyeballs into tiny soft projectiles, propelling them away from the skull with the speed of a loosed arrow. The one on the right ricocheted off the western wall of the chamber and landed in Sopa's lap as he worked to conjure up a set of etherial smith's tools. The headless corpse sinks slowly to its knees and keels over, finally free of the grip of undeath.
At first, everyone except Saj and Magnus thought that all the zombies were finished, but a loud, angry moan reminded everyone that a single attacker still remained...and was literally trying to eat the elephant in the room.
"That will be unnecessary, dead one. I may have use for that one yet."
He fires off twin purple beams at his target.
(Using Eldritch Blast at the remaining enemy, both beams.
First attack: 22 to hit for 13 force damage.
Second attack: 23 To hit for 10 force damage)
DM - Saturday and Tuesday: Eberron
Player - PBP: (Vaxis, Dragonborn Cleric of Bahamut, DoIP), Discord: Byron Bojengles III (Dragonmarked Half-Elf Rogue/Warlock Hexblade)
Other games: (Aardwolf MUD, Diablo 3, Starcraft 2, Pokemon, Borderlands {all})
Just as Sopa is about to respond to Saoirse an eyeball lands in his lap. A little surprised but unfazed he holds it up as proof of his decision. "Oh! See. Things are well in hand. I knew you all would make fine escorts. Fret not Saoirse you are doing a fine job." says the tortle as he wraps the organ in a scrap of paper before dropping into one of the pouches on his Shield back. He then lowers his head and continues to shape and form his smith's tools.
**This Space for Rent**
Magnus' first beam strikes the zombie in the pelvis, blowing its legs out from underneath it. His second lands dead center in the zombie's chest, before gravity it could even pull it to the ground, blowing apart the corpse and sending parts and pieces flying into the empty northwest corner of the room.
(OOC: We are now out of combat.)
The dust settles and the room becomes still once again with the exception of Sopa who muttered quiet incantations as he worked to call forth a set of ethereal smiths' tools. Magnus' bonfire crackled at the middle of the room - the warlock could still see the small charm at the center of the fire. Yama remembered that one of her victims had what looked like a rolled parchment sticking out of an interior coat pocket.
The assault party had finished clearing the first room of what they knew was a massive complex. As they began to collect themselves after the fight, they realized that they would have a choice to make on which direction to go next: east or south. Both sets of double doors looked identical. A brass placard was placed above the archway of each door. Inscribed upon the placard of the doors leading east were the words "Hatchling Pens" and above the doors leading south "Pale Gardens".
Rohjo gave another muffled groan as he stripped out of his bloodied tunic, letting it fall on the ground in a heap, without apparent care for the fact he was now almost completely naked, except for a simple loincloth wrapped around his scaly hide.
He looked at the heap of clothing with morose, but already detached interest, before scanning the room and the assembled group.
"This One is satisfied with the result of These Others' skills. Some discipline. Much knowledge. Acceptable, if a little haphazard strategy. Ferocity of Intent, engaging Fluid Action. Hmm. Yes, that is good," is all the dragonborn says.
His face still expressionless, the opaque bluish eyes revealing nothing of his emotions - if any - Drohjo returns to his usual watchful stance. His radiant blade seems to have vaporized any trace of gore or blood that could have stuck to it: the Sun Spear still shines with a raw, bright golden light.
** Drohjo scanning the room: Perception check 5 **
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
Dismissing the bonfire and gathering the charm, Magnus looks to where the undead used to be.
"Pathetic. What a waste of a corpse."
He looks to the rest of the party. "Clean yourselves up, and let us proceed. After you all."
DM - Saturday and Tuesday: Eberron
Player - PBP: (Vaxis, Dragonborn Cleric of Bahamut, DoIP), Discord: Byron Bojengles III (Dragonmarked Half-Elf Rogue/Warlock Hexblade)
Other games: (Aardwolf MUD, Diablo 3, Starcraft 2, Pokemon, Borderlands {all})