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Kargan and Breccha stand back to back, unbridled rage and Dwarven endurance and determination a deadly combination. Both warriors carve chunks of rotting flesh from walking corpses.
Kryinor leaps upon his undead opponent again this time bringing it to the ground and after a viscous shake it lies still.
A high pitched cry signals Eedim's appearance on the field of battle he swings his axe in defense of his shaggy friend.
Eedim Attack Zombie Z11: Attack: 11 Damage: 10
Titus meanwhile moves around the skirmish in the courtyard looking for a good vantage to make a pin cushion of this master of the dead.
Zaxx seems lost for words at the Barbarians intrusion on negotiations...
The Red robbed figure raises his hands again and shouts over the din of battle, "What are you ruffians or bandits? Why do you disturb my research, there's nothing your kind would find valuable here!"
His walking dead servants continue their attack...
Kryinor with his back to the well, rears up and uses his paws to fend off Z3 and Z12. He then comes down striking with his jaw at the exposed neck of Z11.
Attack: 18 Damage: 10
If hit : DC 13 Strength saving throw or be knocked prone.
Stunned by the onslaught, eyes wide as he fixes upon the mark of the Thayan necromancer, mouth slightly agape, Zaxx's brain shouts several loud, impolite word in the hopes of snapping the wizard out of his reverie.
"Uhhhhhhhh ...." drones the wizard. He hears his friends shout cries of battle. The stench of foul flesh fills his nostrils. Suddenly, much to Zaxx's surprise, his voice boons out.
"RED WIZARD OF THAY! I, ZAXX WENDLEBURROUGH, INITIATE OF THE ORDER OF THE FLAME, SEEKER OF THE SOULFORGE, SCRIBE OF THE RUNES OF RIDDERHAME, VERMIN-FRIEND AND KNOWLEDGE-GLEANER, DEMAND THAT YOU CEASE AND DESIST THIS INSTANT! UNSUMMON YOUR ROT-KIN AND I ..."
Zaxx pauses and glances sidelong at his battle-frenzied companions.
"... GUARANTEE THAT MY BOON COMPANIONS SHALL AWAY THEIR ARMS FORTHWITH! LET US PARLAY LIKE MEN! OR WIZARDS!"
Kargan and Breccha, Kryinor and Eedim, hack, stab, bite, rend, and tear into the ever increasing numbers of dead clawing at them. More Zombies fall to the ground.
Titus from his concealed position sends a long shaft and a sincere plea at the red robbed Necromancer on the tower. The arrow sinks into his shoulder and the Ranger is rewarded with a cry of pain and the bloom of darker red upon the wizards breast. The wizard falls to his knees...
Zaxxs' voice rings out echoing off the crumbling stones of the wall and tower.
The Red Wizard raises a shaking hand, and the Dead still. His angry pain filled voice booms, "Parlay!"
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Zaxx stands stunned for a moment.
"It worked, Mr Skittles!" he whispers. Suddenly he realises that all eyes are on him.
"Ah, hurum! *cough* Er, yes. I mean, YES! Heed the words of my elf-friend, necromancer, lest he punctuate his statement with a bodkin to your throat!"
Zaxx winks at Titus.
"Now, despite the ... enthusiasm ... of my companions," he says, visibly shrugging at Breccha, "we are feeling rather magnanimous today and wish to spare you. What we need is information. Lots of information. Speak true and you shall live, such as you call this a life. But if your tongue becomes idle then, well, then I can't promise that I can keep the barbarian or the wolf-brother or the dwarf from their hearty pursuits."
Feeling rather proud of his little speech he draws a deep breath.
"Why do you and your minions haunt the Old Owl Well? What do you know of the increased Orc activity in the area? WHAT OF THE FORGE OF SPELLS!?"
Breccha see what is happening and changes his stance to position himself to charge the wizard at a flat out sprint should anything even slightly seem off.... 'Well more off...'he corrects himself. "We would parlay with this unnatural filth!?!" He barks.
The Red Wizard stands slowly, and with obvious difficulty grasps the arrow shaft and breaks off most of the length, then takes a long shuddering breath.
Red faced and voice brittle with restraint he replies in a loud voice, "I am Hamun Kost, Adept of the conclave of the Red Wizards of Thay, no doubt you have heard of my Order and how foolish it is to cross purposes with us!", he takes another deep pain filled breath, "As to your demands...I am here researching the the origins and history of this ruin."
Looking with hate fulled eyes at Breccha he continues with a sweeping gesture of his arm taking int he zombies, 'These unnatural filth are my servants and body guards, that I summoned when observing the Orcs you are interested in scouting my camp. As to the Forge of Spells..., " He moves his withering gaze back to Zaxx, "a 'Knowledge Gleaner' such as your self would know that is was lost in a great Orc invasion and lies buried in the hills here about waiting for one dedicated and intelligent enough to find it...That would most likely rule you out!"
"Now I have questions, who are you? what is your purpose? and why do you go around raiding archaeological digs?"
Kryinor paces backwards and forth unable to sit still his gaze never leaving the wizard, only his ears show that he is listening intently to every word spoken by both parties.
Zaxx, bolstered by his nearby companions, returns fire.
"You are hardly in a position to demand anything, charlatan! But as to the reason for our arrival, the good folk of this area have grown concerned that the dead walk amongst these very ruins. You have done poorly at concealing your activities thus proving your ineptitude and bringing this doom upon yourself, hedge-wizard!
But ... but perhaps mercy will teach you a lesson. Leave your studies and equipment here and flee. Return to Thay and step not into this land again, Hamun Kost.
Heed my words or peril will be among you this hour."
The face of the Red Wizard goes through a few darker shades of red and then continues to purple. His arms straighten and begin to shake noticeably.
"You Bandits. You Vagabonds...Charlatan!" He splutters Then more unintelligible angry mutterings ring out across the courtyard.
Finally he give a great sigh, "I know when I am bested. I do not intend to die this day over some foolish notions of villagers and a squabble over a pile of rocks." With that he waves his arm in a sweeping gesture that encompasses the unmoving dead. All together the Zombies fall to the ground and become normal rotting corpses again.
Looking directly at Zaxx he says, "You vouch that you and your hot headed companions will let me leave in peace?"
Kryinor renews his assault on Z2 very aware that he is now surrounded.
Attack: 25 Damage: 13
His coat shimmers (OOC Bonus action: Combat wild shape - 1st lvl spell slot - 8
Kargan and Breccha stand back to back, unbridled rage and Dwarven endurance and determination a deadly combination. Both warriors carve chunks of rotting flesh from walking corpses.
Kryinor leaps upon his undead opponent again this time bringing it to the ground and after a viscous shake it lies still.
A high pitched cry signals Eedim's appearance on the field of battle he swings his axe in defense of his shaggy friend.
Eedim Attack Zombie Z11: Attack: 11 Damage: 10
Titus meanwhile moves around the skirmish in the courtyard looking for a good vantage to make a pin cushion of this master of the dead.
Zaxx seems lost for words at the Barbarians intrusion on negotiations...
The Red robbed figure raises his hands again and shouts over the din of battle, "What are you ruffians or bandits? Why do you disturb my research, there's nothing your kind would find valuable here!"
His walking dead servants continue their attack...
Z12 Attacks Kryinor: Attack: 15 Damage: 9
Z3 Attacks Kryinor: 4 Damage: 9
Z10 Attacks Eedim: 11 Damage: 9
Z11 Attacks Eedim: 6 Damage: 6
Z4 Attacks Breccha: 20 Damage: 5
Z5 Attacks Breccha: 14 Damage: 8
Z6 Attacks Breccha: 10 Damage: 6
Z7 Attacks Kargan: 16 Damage: 8
Z8 Attacks Kargan: 17 Damage: 5
Z9 Attacks Kargan: 5 Damage: 8
Gaining his position Titus draws his bow aiming for the upheld hand of the wizard looking to pin his hand to the ruins
"By Larethian's wish lets see if we can put a crimp in his necromancy"
Attack: 18 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
8 dam
"Arrgh, we are sitting here, like sitting ducks!"
attack z8 8
dmg 5
extra damage dice for critial hit 1
Kryinor with his back to the well, rears up and uses his paws to fend off Z3 and Z12. He then comes down striking with his jaw at the exposed neck of Z11.
Attack: 18 Damage: 10
If hit : DC 13 Strength saving throw or be knocked prone.
Breccha's rage only increases. "You cannot bargain with the dead!!"
a1: 27
d1: 7
a1: 15
d2: 7
Stunned by the onslaught, eyes wide as he fixes upon the mark of the Thayan necromancer, mouth slightly agape, Zaxx's brain shouts several loud, impolite word in the hopes of snapping the wizard out of his reverie.
"Uhhhhhhhh ...." drones the wizard. He hears his friends shout cries of battle. The stench of foul flesh fills his nostrils. Suddenly, much to Zaxx's surprise, his voice boons out.
"RED WIZARD OF THAY! I, ZAXX WENDLEBURROUGH, INITIATE OF THE ORDER OF THE FLAME, SEEKER OF THE SOULFORGE, SCRIBE OF THE RUNES OF RIDDERHAME, VERMIN-FRIEND AND KNOWLEDGE-GLEANER, DEMAND THAT YOU CEASE AND DESIST THIS INSTANT! UNSUMMON YOUR ROT-KIN AND I ..."
Zaxx pauses and glances sidelong at his battle-frenzied companions.
"... GUARANTEE THAT MY BOON COMPANIONS SHALL AWAY THEIR ARMS FORTHWITH! LET US PARLAY LIKE MEN! OR WIZARDS!"
[OOC: To be confirmed.]
Kargan and Breccha, Kryinor and Eedim, hack, stab, bite, rend, and tear into the ever increasing numbers of dead clawing at them. More Zombies fall to the ground.
Titus from his concealed position sends a long shaft and a sincere plea at the red robbed Necromancer on the tower. The arrow sinks into his shoulder and the Ranger is rewarded with a cry of pain and the bloom of darker red upon the wizards breast. The wizard falls to his knees...
Zaxxs' voice rings out echoing off the crumbling stones of the wall and tower.
The Red Wizard raises a shaking hand, and the Dead still. His angry pain filled voice booms, "Parlay!"
With a second arrow knocked and drawn aimed at the Wizard, Titus steps out from his cover
"Hold Caster! One wrong move will see you join your minions. Magus Zaxx, I believe this is your moot"
Zaxx stands stunned for a moment.
"It worked, Mr Skittles!" he whispers. Suddenly he realises that all eyes are on him.
"Ah, hurum! *cough* Er, yes. I mean, YES! Heed the words of my elf-friend, necromancer, lest he punctuate his statement with a bodkin to your throat!"
Zaxx winks at Titus.
"Now, despite the ... enthusiasm ... of my companions," he says, visibly shrugging at Breccha, "we are feeling rather magnanimous today and wish to spare you. What we need is information. Lots of information. Speak true and you shall live, such as you call this a life. But if your tongue becomes idle then, well, then I can't promise that I can keep the barbarian or the wolf-brother or the dwarf from their hearty pursuits."
Feeling rather proud of his little speech he draws a deep breath.
"Why do you and your minions haunt the Old Owl Well? What do you know of the increased Orc activity in the area? WHAT OF THE FORGE OF SPELLS!?"
[OOC: 15 for an Intimidation or Persuasion check]
momentarily distracted from his axe work by the wizards speech, Kargan pauses
"Ere, wha' now?"
Breccha see what is happening and changes his stance to position himself to charge the wizard at a flat out sprint should anything even slightly seem off.... 'Well more off...' he corrects himself. "We would parlay with this unnatural filth!?!" He barks.
The Red Wizard stands slowly, and with obvious difficulty grasps the arrow shaft and breaks off most of the length, then takes a long shuddering breath.
Red faced and voice brittle with restraint he replies in a loud voice, "I am Hamun Kost, Adept of the conclave of the Red Wizards of Thay, no doubt you have heard of my Order and how foolish it is to cross purposes with us!", he takes another deep pain filled breath, "As to your demands...I am here researching the the origins and history of this ruin."
Looking with hate fulled eyes at Breccha he continues with a sweeping gesture of his arm taking int he zombies, 'These unnatural filth are my servants and body guards, that I summoned when observing the Orcs you are interested in scouting my camp. As to the Forge of Spells..., " He moves his withering gaze back to Zaxx, "a 'Knowledge Gleaner' such as your self would know that is was lost in a great Orc invasion and lies buried in the hills here about waiting for one dedicated and intelligent enough to find it...That would most likely rule you out!"
"Now I have questions, who are you? what is your purpose? and why do you go around raiding archaeological digs?"
Kryinor paces backwards and forth unable to sit still his gaze never leaving the wizard, only his ears show that he is listening intently to every word spoken by both parties.
Breccha slowly and purposefully moves in to a position to throw his javelin at the Wizard at the slightest indication he is up to something.
I keep a close watch on the zombies, ready for an attack
Zaxx, bolstered by his nearby companions, returns fire.
"You are hardly in a position to demand anything, charlatan! But as to the reason for our arrival, the good folk of this area have grown concerned that the dead walk amongst these very ruins. You have done poorly at concealing your activities thus proving your ineptitude and bringing this doom upon yourself, hedge-wizard!
But ... but perhaps mercy will teach you a lesson. Leave your studies and equipment here and flee. Return to Thay and step not into this land again, Hamun Kost.
Heed my words or peril will be among you this hour."
A lick of flame runs up Zaxx's hand.
[OOC: Zaxx prepares to cast something fiery.]
The face of the Red Wizard goes through a few darker shades of red and then continues to purple. His arms straighten and begin to shake noticeably.
"You Bandits. You Vagabonds...Charlatan!" He splutters Then more unintelligible angry mutterings ring out across the courtyard.
Finally he give a great sigh, "I know when I am bested. I do not intend to die this day over some foolish notions of villagers and a squabble over a pile of rocks." With that he waves his arm in a sweeping gesture that encompasses the unmoving dead. All together the Zombies fall to the ground and become normal rotting corpses again.
Looking directly at Zaxx he says, "You vouch that you and your hot headed companions will let me leave in peace?"
Kryinor pads towards the wizards tent and stands barring the tent.
"On my honor conjuror, no harm by my hand will come unto you whilst I see the back of your robes. I suggest your future lays eastwards."
Titus relaxes his bow string whilst speaking.