Quatt looks over at Cal confused, "I do not believe an explanation would stop it from biting us. And now that it is dead dead, they can be brought back to life with your magic."
"I think we need to find the source and try to stop it if possible, " Beryl explains. "This is why we haven't seen anyone on the road," she adds with a grimace before all Nine Hells breaks loose upstairs. "Cal," Beryl exclaims making a b line for the stairs regardless of her injuries severity! "I'm coming, " she shouts hobbling up.
Meanwhile upstairs.....
"No, I meant to her" Cal says to Quatt then gestures to Lai still sobbing in his arms. The paladin is utterly devastated and overwhelmed by the whole ordeal. "I...I can not perform that ceremony," he then adds. "I do not have that ability. True resurrection is the only thing I know might help but that power is well beyond my abilities, " the cleric explains to Quatt.
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Quatt looks back towards the zombie then back to Cal "It appears as if the affliction could come from their bites, so I thought not letting that happen was important. Also I do feel that this affliction is beyond natural, I do believe something vile or evil causes it."
"You're...you're right," Cal sighs heavily as Lai then begins to calm down. "I'm sure there's truth in what you say," he nods as Beryl pulls herself through the doorway.
"Are you all right," Beryl asks seeing Cal and Lai holding on to one another. "Oh," she says coming in when spotting Quatt with his staff through the head of the zombie on the floor behind her companions! "Come! Let's all move downstairs, " she adds with a set jaw looking at Lai who releases Caladon but he helps her stand.
"Yes, I think that's best," Cal replies moving with Lai towards the door as Beryl stands back covering her wound so Cal won't see she's open it again from sprinting up the steps to his aid!
Turning to Quatt Beryl's expression is somber.
"What happened, " Beryl asks the tortle looking at the zombie again before returning her gaze to Quatt.
Meanwhile downstairs....
Nobriki nor Silf can find breaks in defense or another exit.
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Quatt raises his staff, inspecting the end, he then holds it towards a corner of the room and proceeds to shake it a bit, trying to get some of the gore off before looking over at Beryl. "The dwarf tied up the zombie, I believe they did not handle them being bitten and turned into a zombie very well. They hoped they could be treated, but there is no treatment, they were already dead. Only treatment was to destroy it and return them with magic, but Cal said such a spell is beyond him."
"I can fly all over the place, Eron!" Silf replies, placing her hands on her hips and adopting a power stance. "Should I do it? I can fly over Turst Fields if I have to, in order to get an idea of how many zombies we're facing! Don't worry about me, though, I can take care of myself! I can rain hellfire---well feyfire--down upon them if I have to!"
Silf flutters up to the open, upper window again and stands on the sill, looking down on her friends. The slight breeze blows her rosy hair around her face, and causes her plant-like garments to sway in the wind. She taps her staff on the window sill and casts shillelagh on it, shouting, "Shall I go look, comrades?"
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Nobriki hears Silf talking upstairs, but can't make out what she is saying. There was some sort of skirmish and it sounds like at least some of the others are headed back downstairs.
Last he knew the plan from Beryl and Cal was to hole up here for the night to let folks heal, and he couldn't find any weaknesses in the defenses, and so he is prepping for that. Looking for some food to lay out on the counter for everyone, starting the fire in the (assumed) fireplace, rolling out his sleeping roll, and then getting out his drums to play a tune that starts from tense rhythmic thumping as if in the action of battle to a more hopeful and relaxing humming.
Blair watches as Nobriki busies himself with preparing the space for the night and goes to help, offering to carry some of the logs over to the fireplace. He hums along with Nobriki's beat, his voice low and melodic, as the fire began to crackle and warmth filled the room. He smiles at the satyr, "You're very good with that drum, Nobriki."
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Silf summons her mage hand, a fey-like hand shimmering purple, gold, and silver. The hand forms a talking mouth with its thumb and forefinger. Silf very obviously voices for the hand in a deeper, more masculine voice: "Yes, Silf! Go see what's going on outside so you can let the party know what they're up against."
The fairy giggles and shouts, "Okay!" before turning and fluttering out the window, taking dash actions to cover as much ground as possible.
Perception check, as Silf flies about 40 feet from the ground: 10
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Eron sees everyone either downstairs or headed down. Nobriki’s drumming and the warm fire doing wonders to calm the atmosphere. Apple is safe, Cal Beryl and Navar too. He doesn’t notice Silf although he thought he heard a giggle. Eron wanders back up to check just as Silf soars out the window. Eron rushes over not to stop her but to keep a look out. “Pelor I’m not much for prayer but your faithful are facing some pretty terrible darkness. When this is over I’m gonna ask Cal for some introductions. In the meantime please keep Silf safe, and comfort Lai as she grieves.”
"Awww shucks, thank you! You know... While I left the fey so I could find a future other than eternal drinking and music, it is nice to have someone to sing and play with again. Reminds me of a much calmer version of my brother, Demostrius. And much less ugly too, ho ho, but don't tell him I said that! "
Blair chuckles at Nobriki's comment, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." He then looks at the satyr with a twinkle in his eyes, "I have to say, you bring a certain energy to the room. It's refreshing, especially in times like these. And if you're ever in the mood for a jam session, I'm always down to join in."
Silf leaves the confines of the tavern but can't quite make out the numbers moving on her companions. The sun has set and night is sprawling out ahead of her. There could be a few or hundreds...there's no way to be sure. Turst Fields is still pretty far to fly and she knows she follows the road she will arrive and risk exhaustion.
Eron is able to hit a zombie shambling towards Silf's traps only forcing it to stumble into the trench faster than it would have done on it's own!
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Nobriki claps Blair on the back. "I would welcome that anytime, buddy!"
"Well, I'm feeling pretty spry yet thanks to those good berries. I'd be welcome to cover the first watch if y'all want. Cal, Beryl, and Lai, why don't you all take a load off. You covered for us all earlier, so let us be the vigilant ones tonight."
After everyone collects downstairs Beryl shuffles over to Quatt.
"You did the right thing," Beryl begins in a low tone. "There was no way to help that woman and Lai when she's had some rest and a chance to heal will realize that in time," the fighter says clapping Quatt on the shoulder before going to where Cal has created a sleeping place for the night.
"She's asleep but I pray she will be restful," Cal says as Beryl eases down on the floor next to him and nudges his shoulder.
"I hope so too," Beryl replies she then picks up and blanket and put it around Cal and then herself looking into the hearth where Nobriki has cleaned out the rubbish and lit a fire! "Appreciate the help and protection," Beryl calls out to Nobriki as Cal nods.
"Yes, we appreciate it," Cal asks motioning to the sleeping Lai before giving Nobriki a nod.
OOC: I'll allow Silf another check before we plan watches. Who's with whom?
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Silf reaches the point where, if she were to continue, she may not make it safely back. As she heads back toward the tavern, she focuses hard to get a better look at the types and number of zombies moving in the direction of her friends--having been distracted the first time round by a flower blossom caught in the wind. As the tavern comes into sight, Silf circles the building and takes note of the locations of the windows and doors. Landing on the roof of the place, she walks around and casts mold earth to create five-foot holes in front of each of the structure's windows/doors.
"Well! I did it!" Silf exclaims, as if she expected everyone inside to be fully aware of her impromptu digging plan. She alights on the topmost stair of the tavern's interior and begins punching many times in the air. "I dug more holes in front of the doors and windows to try to slow them down, or to at least make the most accessible parts of the inn . . . not as accessible."
The little fairy plops down on the bar, exhausted. As she lays back and stares up at the ceiling, she shouts, "Oh! I almost forgot! I flew out over the surrounding area and saw ________."
Perception (will update what Silf saw after I roll and DM responds): 3
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Quatt looks over at Cal confused, "I do not believe an explanation would stop it from biting us. And now that it is dead dead, they can be brought back to life with your magic."
"I think we need to find the source and try to stop it if possible, " Beryl explains. "This is why we haven't seen anyone on the road," she adds with a grimace before all Nine Hells breaks loose upstairs. "Cal," Beryl exclaims making a b line for the stairs regardless of her injuries severity! "I'm coming, " she shouts hobbling up.
Meanwhile upstairs.....
"No, I meant to her" Cal says to Quatt then gestures to Lai still sobbing in his arms. The paladin is utterly devastated and overwhelmed by the whole ordeal. "I...I can not perform that ceremony," he then adds. "I do not have that ability. True resurrection is the only thing I know might help but that power is well beyond my abilities, " the cleric explains to Quatt.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Quatt looks back towards the zombie then back to Cal "It appears as if the affliction could come from their bites, so I thought not letting that happen was important. Also I do feel that this affliction is beyond natural, I do believe something vile or evil causes it."
"You're...you're right," Cal sighs heavily as Lai then begins to calm down. "I'm sure there's truth in what you say," he nods as Beryl pulls herself through the doorway.
"Are you all right," Beryl asks seeing Cal and Lai holding on to one another. "Oh," she says coming in when spotting Quatt with his staff through the head of the zombie on the floor behind her companions! "Come! Let's all move downstairs, " she adds with a set jaw looking at Lai who releases Caladon but he helps her stand.
"Yes, I think that's best," Cal replies moving with Lai towards the door as Beryl stands back covering her wound so Cal won't see she's open it again from sprinting up the steps to his aid!
Turning to Quatt Beryl's expression is somber.
"What happened, " Beryl asks the tortle looking at the zombie again before returning her gaze to Quatt.
Meanwhile downstairs....
Nobriki nor Silf can find breaks in defense or another exit.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Quatt raises his staff, inspecting the end, he then holds it towards a corner of the room and proceeds to shake it a bit, trying to get some of the gore off before looking over at Beryl. "The dwarf tied up the zombie, I believe they did not handle them being bitten and turned into a zombie very well. They hoped they could be treated, but there is no treatment, they were already dead. Only treatment was to destroy it and return them with magic, but Cal said such a spell is beyond him."
"I can fly all over the place, Eron!" Silf replies, placing her hands on her hips and adopting a power stance. "Should I do it? I can fly over Turst Fields if I have to, in order to get an idea of how many zombies we're facing! Don't worry about me, though, I can take care of myself! I can rain hellfire---well feyfire--down upon them if I have to!"
Silf flutters up to the open, upper window again and stands on the sill, looking down on her friends. The slight breeze blows her rosy hair around her face, and causes her plant-like garments to sway in the wind. She taps her staff on the window sill and casts shillelagh on it, shouting, "Shall I go look, comrades?"
Walks in [insert absurd situation].
Honorary Leader in the Pixie Peewee Powderpuff Pals!
Nobriki hears Silf talking upstairs, but can't make out what she is saying. There was some sort of skirmish and it sounds like at least some of the others are headed back downstairs.
Last he knew the plan from Beryl and Cal was to hole up here for the night to let folks heal, and he couldn't find any weaknesses in the defenses, and so he is prepping for that. Looking for some food to lay out on the counter for everyone, starting the fire in the (assumed) fireplace, rolling out his sleeping roll, and then getting out his drums to play a tune that starts from tense rhythmic thumping as if in the action of battle to a more hopeful and relaxing humming.
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients
Blair watches as Nobriki busies himself with preparing the space for the night and goes to help, offering to carry some of the logs over to the fireplace. He hums along with Nobriki's beat, his voice low and melodic, as the fire began to crackle and warmth filled the room. He smiles at the satyr, "You're very good with that drum, Nobriki."
Silf summons her mage hand, a fey-like hand shimmering purple, gold, and silver. The hand forms a talking mouth with its thumb and forefinger. Silf very obviously voices for the hand in a deeper, more masculine voice: "Yes, Silf! Go see what's going on outside so you can let the party know what they're up against."
The fairy giggles and shouts, "Okay!" before turning and fluttering out the window, taking dash actions to cover as much ground as possible.
Perception check, as Silf flies about 40 feet from the ground: 10
Walks in [insert absurd situation].
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Eron sees everyone either downstairs or headed down. Nobriki’s drumming and the warm fire doing wonders to calm the atmosphere. Apple is safe, Cal Beryl and Navar too. He doesn’t notice Silf although he thought he heard a giggle. Eron wanders back up to check just as Silf soars out the window. Eron rushes over not to stop her but to keep a look out. “Pelor I’m not much for prayer but your faithful are facing some pretty terrible darkness. When this is over I’m gonna ask Cal for some introductions. In the meantime please keep Silf safe, and comfort Lai as she grieves.”
"Awww shucks, thank you! You know... While I left the fey so I could find a future other than eternal drinking and music, it is nice to have someone to sing and play with again. Reminds me of a much calmer version of my brother, Demostrius. And much less ugly too, ho ho, but don't tell him I said that! "
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients
If Eron has range on any Zombies while he is at the upper window watching for Silf he will take a shot.
Attack. 13 Damage. 4
Blair chuckles at Nobriki's comment, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." He then looks at the satyr with a twinkle in his eyes, "I have to say, you bring a certain energy to the room. It's refreshing, especially in times like these. And if you're ever in the mood for a jam session, I'm always down to join in."
Silf leaves the confines of the tavern but can't quite make out the numbers moving on her companions. The sun has set and night is sprawling out ahead of her. There could be a few or hundreds...there's no way to be sure. Turst Fields is still pretty far to fly and she knows she follows the road she will arrive and risk exhaustion.
Eron is able to hit a zombie shambling towards Silf's traps only forcing it to stumble into the trench faster than it would have done on it's own!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Eron keeps vigilant at the window, he hums a little of Blair’s earlier performance.
Nobriki claps Blair on the back. "I would welcome that anytime, buddy!"
"Well, I'm feeling pretty spry yet thanks to those good berries. I'd be welcome to cover the first watch if y'all want. Cal, Beryl, and Lai, why don't you all take a load off. You covered for us all earlier, so let us be the vigilant ones tonight."
Nobriki - Satyr Paladin - Oath of the Ancients
After everyone collects downstairs Beryl shuffles over to Quatt.
"You did the right thing," Beryl begins in a low tone. "There was no way to help that woman and Lai when she's had some rest and a chance to heal will realize that in time," the fighter says clapping Quatt on the shoulder before going to where Cal has created a sleeping place for the night.
"She's asleep but I pray she will be restful," Cal says as Beryl eases down on the floor next to him and nudges his shoulder.
"I hope so too," Beryl replies she then picks up and blanket and put it around Cal and then herself looking into the hearth where Nobriki has cleaned out the rubbish and lit a fire! "Appreciate the help and protection," Beryl calls out to Nobriki as Cal nods.
"Yes, we appreciate it," Cal asks motioning to the sleeping Lai before giving Nobriki a nod.
OOC: I'll allow Silf another check before we plan watches. Who's with whom?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Silf reaches the point where, if she were to continue, she may not make it safely back. As she heads back toward the tavern, she focuses hard to get a better look at the types and number of zombies moving in the direction of her friends--having been distracted the first time round by a flower blossom caught in the wind. As the tavern comes into sight, Silf circles the building and takes note of the locations of the windows and doors. Landing on the roof of the place, she walks around and casts mold earth to create five-foot holes in front of each of the structure's windows/doors.
"Well! I did it!" Silf exclaims, as if she expected everyone inside to be fully aware of her impromptu digging plan. She alights on the topmost stair of the tavern's interior and begins punching many times in the air. "I dug more holes in front of the doors and windows to try to slow them down, or to at least make the most accessible parts of the inn . . . not as accessible."
The little fairy plops down on the bar, exhausted. As she lays back and stares up at the ceiling, she shouts, "Oh! I almost forgot! I flew out over the surrounding area and saw ________."
Perception (will update what Silf saw after I roll and DM responds): 3
Walks in [insert absurd situation].
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perception 19 while on first watch.
Perception for Nobriki for night watch: 8
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