Fjörn groans from deep in his soul it seems as though Rylith and Menelaus have been rendered unresponsive by the mere presence of such defiled profane renditions of life.
Without a boat or any sort of transportation, a clean-cut young human stumbles from the shoreline. There's no transition or signs of his entry as he simply appears, visibly confused and disoriented. As he sees the group of adventurers fighting the zombies, he immediately recognizes who's on the right side of the situation.
"I can help!" he shouts, with no real introduction.
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OOC: no worries, I asked permission from the DM in private first. And thanks for the note, I didn't know the profile was private...I'll try to fix that now
Ruffler hurriedly hurls a fire bolt at the remaining zombie. For all he knows, the adventurers could be bandits, but he'd rather be robbed than eaten by zombies.
Ruffler's spell attack: 6 Damage if it hits (fire): 10
Seconds seem like minutes and minutes feel like hours. Precious days slip by untended as obscurity drifts in. I hardly feel the heat of a battle, just begun, but my horn the horn of Fjörn calls clearly for all to hear even those up yonder stair case. It is my dearest hope that I and my present company make it clear of any undead threat, or to be forgotten on a shore...
OOC: no worries, I asked permission from the DM in private first. And thanks for the note, I didn't know the profile was private...I'll try to fix that now
Ruffler hurriedly hurls a fire bolt at the remaining zombie. For all he knows, the adventurers could be bandits, but he'd rather be robbed than eaten by zombies.
Ruffler's spell attack: 19 Damage if it hits (fire): 7
It doesn't seem like the zombies noticed you at first, but that was definitely an entrance. The firebolt crackles against the zombies back, shooting seawater out of its exposed lungs.
OOC: I sent Melanus's player a message a while ago, but he hasn't left any response. So do we want to continue as normal until he comes back?
OOC: Hi, sorry. I haven't posted anything because I was waiting for my turn- I didn't think to narrate my character's reactions in-between, that's very creative!
OOC: Hi, sorry. I haven't posted anything because I was waiting for my turn- I didn't think to narrate my character's reactions in-between, that's very creative!
You watch as this creature grips its head in pain, shrieking as its head throbs unnaturally from the inside.
Quincy
Rylith, it is your turn.
Quincy
Fjörn groans from deep in his soul it seems as though Rylith and Menelaus have been rendered unresponsive by the mere presence of such defiled profane renditions of life.
Without a boat or any sort of transportation, a clean-cut young human stumbles from the shoreline. There's no transition or signs of his entry as he simply appears, visibly confused and disoriented. As he sees the group of adventurers fighting the zombies, he immediately recognizes who's on the right side of the situation.
"I can help!" he shouts, with no real introduction.
Darbakh - Duergar warden [Pic] [Model]
Quorian - half-elf watcher [Model]
Ruffler - human wizard [Model]
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”Please do, it seems my fellow travelers are afflicted… That one there strike it down!” Fjörn rejoices.
OOC very nice immersion, I hope DM LuckyBee713 is cool with it. Oh your link may need to be switched to public if you want the DM to look it over.
OOC: no worries, I asked permission from the DM in private first. And thanks for the note, I didn't know the profile was private...I'll try to fix that now
Ruffler hurriedly hurls a fire bolt at the remaining zombie. For all he knows, the adventurers could be bandits, but he'd rather be robbed than eaten by zombies.
Ruffler's spell attack: 6 Damage if it hits (fire): 10
Darbakh - Duergar warden [Pic] [Model]
Quorian - half-elf watcher [Model]
Ruffler - human wizard [Model]
PM me the word ‘tomato’
As fire leaps from the hand of the new arrival, hope rises in the heart of Fjörn.
Seconds seem like minutes and minutes feel like hours. Precious days slip by untended as obscurity drifts in. I hardly feel the heat of a battle, just begun, but my horn the horn of Fjörn calls clearly for all to hear even those up yonder stair case. It is my dearest hope that I and my present company make it clear of any undead threat, or to be forgotten on a shore...
It doesn't seem like the zombies noticed you at first, but that was definitely an entrance. The firebolt crackles against the zombies back, shooting seawater out of its exposed lungs.
OOC: I sent Melanus's player a message a while ago, but he hasn't left any response. So do we want to continue as normal until he comes back?
Quincy
And Ruffler, I need your initative.
Quincy
4
Darbakh - Duergar warden [Pic] [Model]
Quorian - half-elf watcher [Model]
Ruffler - human wizard [Model]
PM me the word ‘tomato’
OOC: Hi, sorry. I haven't posted anything because I was waiting for my turn- I didn't think to narrate my character's reactions in-between, that's very creative!
OOC: No its fine.
We just need Rylith to act.
Gotta keep everyone on their toes!
Quincy
BUT, if Rylith doesn't take his turn, we may just have to keep moving forward.
Quincy
Since Rylith doesn't seem to be coming anytime soon, I think I will just keep moving play order along.
Quincy
You watch as one of the zombies raises to its feet, water spilling out its exposed lungs. With a groan, the creature swipes at Fjorn's head.
To Hit: 8
Damage: 4
Quincy
(OOC: what's the new initiative order?)
Darbakh - Duergar warden [Pic] [Model]
Quorian - half-elf watcher [Model]
Ruffler - human wizard [Model]
PM me the word ‘tomato’
FJÖRN attempts to blow another starry wisp from his horn, but the note falls flat as his mouth is suddenly dry as cotton, cough cough, "Sorry!"
end of turn
Zombie #1, Melanus, Zombie 2, ruffler, fjorn, zombie 3
Quincy
The drowned zombie looks unphased by the setback and decides to just attack you instead of questioning it.
4 definitely doesn't hit
It fails to scratch you, letting out a defeated gurgle.
Quincy