Noticing Tihli step up into the middle of the frey and start calling out, Thulewyn thinks to himself What in Moradin beard does that kobold think he's doing? He steps between the Zombie in front of him and Tihli in an effort to keep the Zombie from trying to slam him next. Then realizing the slight distraction in the zombies attention at the cry, Thulewyn spins about with the momentum of his side step, bringing the hammer all the way around in a backhanded swing, trying to take advantage of the opportunity:
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Orissa, noticing the zombies starting to waver, takes her bow and nocks an arrow. She takes aim at the one Thulewyn is swinging at (if it's still alive), takes a deep breath, and releases the arrow.
I'll let the DM confirm, but I'm guessing the zombie next to Abaddon is now down and depending on who took it down, Abaddon might have attacked a different one, potentially re-killing it. So I belive there is atleast one still up, potentially 2.
((Sorry of the lack of activity, guys. I've been dealing with car problems.))
Orissa's arrow cleaves through the zombie's head, and it falls into a heap on the beach.
After witnessing Orissa take out the zombie closest to him, Abaddon moves toward the zombie attacking Morseth, and his attack splits the zombie in half, felling it.
There is one zombie left standing, the one in front of Seeker, and I believe he hasn't taken his next turn yet so Seeker is up!
Seeker eschews any sort of feint--it's a zombie after all--and brings his yklwa down on its head, trying to weaken the neck joint, then steps back slightly, his leg stabbing up in a powerful kick aimed at the thing's jaw, to snap the neck entirely.
Yklwa: Attack: 22 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
After seeing the last of the zombies crumble to the sand, Thulewyn puts his hammer back over his shoulder and starts walking back to where he dropped his pack.
"Well that was quite the neighborly welcome ashore. Good luck Tihli but I think the locals are going to be all up in your business living in these parts."
After adjusting his pack on his back, he starts back up the path.
"So Abaddon, still find the weather as the most interesting thing about this safe haven? "
After seeing the last of the zombies crumble to the sand, Thulewyn puts his hammer back over his shoulder and starts walking back to where he dropped his pack.
"Well that was quite the neighborly welcome ashore. Good luck Tihli but I think the locals are going to be all up in your business living in these parts."
After adjusting his pack on his back, he starts back up the path.
"So Abaddon, still find the weather as the most interesting thing about this safe haven? "
"I... I was told that the locals were friendly... maybe those zombies weren't locals."
The dragonborn's face has darkened. Fingering the edge of his blade, he scowls as he says, "Well, this was certainly more interesting than the weather, I suppose." He shakes his head. He looks towards the sun, letting the bright rays catch his scales. "Show me the presence of evil.", he says, as his eyes flash golden. (divine sense, please)
Medresh, fell to a knee, chest heaving. That had been a near thing for him. He'd allowed himself to get distracted by the two zombies attacking at the same time and gotten punched in the throat for his troubles. Still, they'd prevailed in the end.
Finally catching his breath, he stood and looked around. "No, Little Wizard. Those zombies were definitely not locals. Thulewyn, let's find that bar, shall we?"
Orissa's face reveals confusion when the statement of "Maybe these zombies aren't local" is made. "Of course the Zombies aren't ******* locals... No zombies are locals..."
"Aye Seeker, the bar be in our future for sure. Maybe the rest will join us, unless Morseth plans to pick their brains after they tried to do the same to us. Ha!"
Thulewyn picks his mask back up and sets it upon his bald head again. As he's walking past Orissa, he remembers the arrow that took out the zombie he was fighting. "Nice shot there lass."
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Suddenly, one of the undead was right in front of Morseth. The sheer impact as it throws itself against Morseth is enough to leave a few bruises.
In a panic, Morseth forgets about his divine magic and swings down with his mace.
Mace: Attack: 10 Damage: 5
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
My Draconic Cry feature should give you advantage
Thank you! I'll make another roll.
Mace: 18 Damage: 7
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Noticing Tihli step up into the middle of the frey and start calling out, Thulewyn thinks to himself What in Moradin beard does that kobold think he's doing? He steps between the Zombie in front of him and Tihli in an effort to keep the Zombie from trying to slam him next. Then realizing the slight distraction in the zombies attention at the cry, Thulewyn spins about with the momentum of his side step, bringing the hammer all the way around in a backhanded swing, trying to take advantage of the opportunity:
Attack: 22 Damage: 8
The zombies are beginning to crumble under the combined attack, but they manage to keep their feet, lurching forward and groaning horribly.
Abaddon, Orissa, and Seeker may act next!
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
Orissa, noticing the zombies starting to waver, takes her bow and nocks an arrow. She takes aim at the one Thulewyn is swinging at (if it's still alive), takes a deep breath, and releases the arrow.
Attack: 13 Damage: 6
Sneak Damage: 5
I don't have a signature.
Abaddon, seeing the zombies weakened, seizes the moment to end the zombie that is closest to him.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Attack: 20 Damage: 6
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
ooc: any zombies left standing?
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
you mean zombies? I'm still standing, mind you.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
I'll let the DM confirm, but I'm guessing the zombie next to Abaddon is now down and depending on who took it down, Abaddon might have attacked a different one, potentially re-killing it. So I belive there is atleast one still up, potentially 2.
((Sorry of the lack of activity, guys. I've been dealing with car problems.))
Orissa's arrow cleaves through the zombie's head, and it falls into a heap on the beach.
After witnessing Orissa take out the zombie closest to him, Abaddon moves toward the zombie attacking Morseth, and his attack splits the zombie in half, felling it.
There is one zombie left standing, the one in front of Seeker, and I believe he hasn't taken his next turn yet so Seeker is up!
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
Seeker eschews any sort of feint--it's a zombie after all--and brings his yklwa down on its head, trying to weaken the neck joint, then steps back slightly, his leg stabbing up in a powerful kick aimed at the thing's jaw, to snap the neck entirely.
Yklwa: Attack: 22 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Unarmed Strike: Attack: 21 Damage: 8
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
As the last zombie falls, peace and quiet returns to the beach, although what was once pristine sand is now littered with zombie body parts.
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
After seeing the last of the zombies crumble to the sand, Thulewyn puts his hammer back over his shoulder and starts walking back to where he dropped his pack.
"Well that was quite the neighborly welcome ashore. Good luck Tihli but I think the locals are going to be all up in your business living in these parts."
After adjusting his pack on his back, he starts back up the path.
"So Abaddon, still find the weather as the most interesting thing about this safe haven? "
"I... I was told that the locals were friendly... maybe those zombies weren't locals."
The dragonborn's face has darkened. Fingering the edge of his blade, he scowls as he says, "Well, this was certainly more interesting than the weather, I suppose." He shakes his head. He looks towards the sun, letting the bright rays catch his scales. "Show me the presence of evil.", he says, as his eyes flash golden. (divine sense, please)
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Medresh, fell to a knee, chest heaving. That had been a near thing for him. He'd allowed himself to get distracted by the two zombies attacking at the same time and gotten punched in the throat for his troubles. Still, they'd prevailed in the end.
Finally catching his breath, he stood and looked around. "No, Little Wizard. Those zombies were definitely not locals. Thulewyn, let's find that bar, shall we?"
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Orissa's face reveals confusion when the statement of "Maybe these zombies aren't local" is made. "Of course the Zombies aren't ******* locals... No zombies are locals..."
I don't have a signature.
"Aye Seeker, the bar be in our future for sure. Maybe the rest will join us, unless Morseth plans to pick their brains after they tried to do the same to us. Ha!"
Thulewyn picks his mask back up and sets it upon his bald head again. As he's walking past Orissa, he remembers the arrow that took out the zombie he was fighting. "Nice shot there lass."