The stench of burning, brined flesh permeates the air as first Padrionn's and then Valeria'sfire envelop the two remaining zombies. Their gray skin sizzles and blackens, yet the creatures remain standing, driven by a relentless, undead hunger.
Z2 lunges at Padrionn, swinging its charred, smoking arms in a heavy arc: Attack: 23 Damage: 9
Z3 sways unsteadily, its movements looking slow and hampered by the invisible barrier of Borabash's spell as it attempts to strike Valeria(with Disadvantage): Attack: 9 Damage: 4
Zombie 2 slams into the dragonborn with the force of a crashing wave. Zombie 3 is too slow to smack the sorceress. Both look substantially burnt by Paddy and Valeria.
The fiery eyes of the the hot young redhead goes wide with disbelief as the sickening seamen keeps lurching forward, even drawing blood from the golden dragonborn at her side, but she is relieved to see the blessing of the little priest saves her from the same fate. "Tenacious bastards, aren't you?"She snarls and unleashes more searing magical flames from her hands that incinerates the remaining two sickening sailors.
(Cast Burning hands, fire: 9 dex save 14 for half.)
Devizes uses the momentum of his first attack to continue forward, and seeing Padrionn take a heavy hit, he makes his way to the side of the zombie in an attempt to keep his feet out the water. "Ye smell like rotting herring," he growls at the zombie as he swings his axe, "and I ain't ever been a fan of fish." This time he aims for the zombies neck.If he could just slice off its head...
(BA: Continue to Rage; Attack Zombie 2: 15 Damage: 10)
Another sheet of flames engulfs the two drowned sailors, turning their grey skin into black char. Z3 falls unmoving. Yet Z2 keeps shambling forward as if the fire were nothing more than a warm breeze.
Dev's axe nearly severs the middle one's neck. Its head lolls to the side, hanging by a single cord of waterlogged muscle, but it doesn't fall. The creature merely resets its stance with a sickening snap and continues to reach for you with its blackened, smoking fingers.
Padrionn's head swims as a scorched, flailing arm crashes into his temple. Almost capsized by the force of the haymaker, the dragonborn somehow manages to right himself. Despite the ringing in his ears, and the darkness creeping into the edge of his vision, he cackles with mad laughter. "Really?! Oi love me some grilled fish! Just not used t' it foightin' back. Guess oi'll have t' go back t' what I know best." He spits, stomping forward.
Cleavers gleam in the sunlight as he ducks beneath another thrashing limb. Distracted by Devizes' presence, the zombie suffers deeper, precise cuts, as Paddy's tools carve open a sizeable hole in the zombie's shoulder. The dragonborn grimaces as foul, polluted water oozes from the creature's wound, stepping back as the scum spills onto the sand.
ACTION: Attack with dagger. To hit: 14. Damage: 6. Light attack with dagger (as part of action due to Nick weapon mastery). To hit: 22. Damage: 4. OTHER: Damage from sneak attack: 4.
"This one seems to dumb to ever quit. Little priest, can you pray for another miracle and turn this stubborn soggy sod back into the sea?" Valeria calls out, yet unflinching in her confidence.
A blinding bolt of pure, white-gold radiance erupts from Borabash's outstretched hand. The bolt strikes the zombie square in its mangled chest.
In a burst of holy light, the creature is disintegrated into a cloud of fine white ash and salt, which the ocean breeze instantly sweeps away into the surf. The beach is suddenly quiet again. Witnessing this, Padrionn realises the key to defeating zombies once and for all is either extremely powerful attacks (crits) or the radiance of holy magic.
"Hah, well spoken, dim-witted as he was I believe he finally saw the light." The fiery red-haired sorceress says with a confident smile, seeming almost exhilarated over the excitement of the short but intense battle. "Well done everyone, I'm starting to think we will be able to help ourselves to a dragon's hoard after all." She turns and says to her new companions, only half-joking it seems as she is truly impressed with the destruction the others swiftly brought down on the sickening seamen. "Onwards and upwards right? Assuming you are okay Goldie?" She asks the wounded dragonborn.
As the zombie before him collapses into dust, Devizes lowers his axe, only to be engulfed by the drifting remains. The powdery cloud swirls straight into his eyes and mouth. He recoils at once, doubling over, coughing and spitting furiously.
“Gods damn it,” he growls, scrubbing at his face.
When the fit finally passes, he straightens, blinking away tears. He glances at Borabash, and the fury etched across his features softens into something closer to admiration. Reaching into to his neck, he produces his rabbit’s foot and presses a quick kiss to it.
“Now that,” he says with a crooked grin, “were some impressive magic.”
He spits again, grimacing.
“Though I’ll say this; them things taste exactly how they look.” He works his jaw, as if wrestling with the memory. “Ugh. Never thought I’d be gettin’ a mouthful o’ zombie.”
A pause. Then his expression darkens slightly.
“This ’ere island better not be crawlin’ with undead. I ain’t keen on meetin’ a zombie dragon.”
He shudders.
“Hoard or no hoard.”
He glances over at Paddy. “Ye okay, lad? Probably be best gettin' up that there hill afore any more o' these 'ere critters come a callin'!”
”One already did,” says Borabash, attempting a smile but not quite managing it as he pants. His magic was not usually so fierce, but all good gods abhor the undead and never before has he truly battled the unliving.
After the others speak, he says, “I think heading to the retreat is wise. There is safety in numbers and I do not know whether this is a scourge or an exception.”
Though Padrionn bleeds profusely from a wound in his temples, he seems more concerned about the new dent in his crumpled top hat. Grumbling, he stomps over to the undead creature that whacked him and gives it a sharp kick in the arse. "Eejit zombie. Messed up me favourite hat an' all."He gives a long-suffering look at the heavens, lamenting his poor luck and does his best to repair it. When he realises it's nothing but an exercise in frustration, the dragonborn begins striding up the path to the temple perched on the cliff.
"Oi'll survive." He says grumpily, in response to Dev and Valeria's concerns about his well-being. "If we see any others, hit the rotten bastes with that priest magic. It's that or a big whack o' yer axe - little else will take 'em down."
Seeing Padrionn bleeding from the temple but fussing over his hat, Borabash walks to him to offer such aid as he can for the lesser of the roguish Dragonborn’s problems.
He mutters for a moment, head bowed slightly, and casts Cure Wounds, healing Padrionn for 16.
”I’m sorry, I only wish I could do something of use. Some harms are too great for my meager magic, forgive me.”
The stench of burning, brined flesh permeates the air as first Padrionn's and then Valeria's fire envelop the two remaining zombies. Their gray skin sizzles and blackens, yet the creatures remain standing, driven by a relentless, undead hunger.
Z2 lunges at Padrionn, swinging its charred, smoking arms in a heavy arc: Attack: 23 Damage: 9
Z3 sways unsteadily, its movements looking slow and hampered by the invisible barrier of Borabash's spell as it attempts to strike Valeria (with Disadvantage): Attack: 9 Damage: 4
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Zombie 2 slams into the dragonborn with the force of a crashing wave. Zombie 3 is too slow to smack the sorceress. Both look substantially burnt by Paddy and Valeria.
Back to the party's turn.
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The fiery eyes of the the hot young redhead goes wide with disbelief as the sickening seamen keeps lurching forward, even drawing blood from the golden dragonborn at her side, but she is relieved to see the blessing of the little priest saves her from the same fate. "Tenacious bastards, aren't you?" She snarls and unleashes more searing magical flames from her hands that incinerates the remaining two sickening sailors.
(Cast Burning hands, fire: 9 dex save 14 for half.)
Devizes uses the momentum of his first attack to continue forward, and seeing Padrionn take a heavy hit, he makes his way to the side of the zombie in an attempt to keep his feet out the water. "Ye smell like rotting herring," he growls at the zombie as he swings his axe, "and I ain't ever been a fan of fish." This time he aims for the zombies neck. If he could just slice off its head...
(BA: Continue to Rage; Attack Zombie 2: 15 Damage: 10)
Z2 dex save 10
Z3 dex save 11
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Z2 CON save 22
Z3 CON save 11
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Z2 CON save for Dev's attack 20
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Another sheet of flames engulfs the two drowned sailors, turning their grey skin into black char. Z3 falls unmoving. Yet Z2 keeps shambling forward as if the fire were nothing more than a warm breeze.
Dev's axe nearly severs the middle one's neck. Its head lolls to the side, hanging by a single cord of waterlogged muscle, but it doesn't fall. The creature merely resets its stance with a sickening snap and continues to reach for you with its blackened, smoking fingers.
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Padrionn's head swims as a scorched, flailing arm crashes into his temple. Almost capsized by the force of the haymaker, the dragonborn somehow manages to right himself. Despite the ringing in his ears, and the darkness creeping into the edge of his vision, he cackles with mad laughter. "Really?! Oi love me some grilled fish! Just not used t' it foightin' back. Guess oi'll have t' go back t' what I know best." He spits, stomping forward.
Cleavers gleam in the sunlight as he ducks beneath another thrashing limb. Distracted by Devizes' presence, the zombie suffers deeper, precise cuts, as Paddy's tools carve open a sizeable hole in the zombie's shoulder. The dragonborn grimaces as foul, polluted water oozes from the creature's wound, stepping back as the scum spills onto the sand.
ACTION: Attack with dagger. To hit: 14. Damage: 6.
Light attack with dagger (as part of action due to Nick weapon mastery). To hit: 22. Damage: 4.
OTHER: Damage from sneak attack: 4.
Z2 con save 16
and again in case it succeeds the first one 23
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Z2 just refuses to depart to the other world.
Feel free to roll me an Intelligence check
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(Valeria Int check: 3 :-P)
"This one seems to dumb to ever quit. Little priest, can you pray for another miracle and turn this stubborn soggy sod back into the sea?" Valeria calls out, yet unflinching in her confidence.
“Bones belong underground!” prays Borabash and casts Guiding Bolt.
Attack: Nat 20
Damage: 27 radiant
((INT check: 21))
A blinding bolt of pure, white-gold radiance erupts from Borabash's outstretched hand. The bolt strikes the zombie square in its mangled chest.
In a burst of holy light, the creature is disintegrated into a cloud of fine white ash and salt, which the ocean breeze instantly sweeps away into the surf. The beach is suddenly quiet again. Witnessing this, Padrionn realises the key to defeating zombies once and for all is either extremely powerful attacks (crits) or the radiance of holy magic.
The combat is over.
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"Hah, well spoken, dim-witted as he was I believe he finally saw the light." The fiery red-haired sorceress says with a confident smile, seeming almost exhilarated over the excitement of the short but intense battle. "Well done everyone, I'm starting to think we will be able to help ourselves to a dragon's hoard after all." She turns and says to her new companions, only half-joking it seems as she is truly impressed with the destruction the others swiftly brought down on the sickening seamen. "Onwards and upwards right? Assuming you are okay Goldie?" She asks the wounded dragonborn.
As the zombie before him collapses into dust, Devizes lowers his axe, only to be engulfed by the drifting remains. The powdery cloud swirls straight into his eyes and mouth. He recoils at once, doubling over, coughing and spitting furiously.
“Gods damn it,” he growls, scrubbing at his face.
When the fit finally passes, he straightens, blinking away tears. He glances at Borabash, and the fury etched across his features softens into something closer to admiration. Reaching into to his neck, he produces his rabbit’s foot and presses a quick kiss to it.
“Now that,” he says with a crooked grin, “were some impressive magic.”
He spits again, grimacing.
“Though I’ll say this; them things taste exactly how they look.” He works his jaw, as if wrestling with the memory. “Ugh. Never thought I’d be gettin’ a mouthful o’ zombie.”
A pause. Then his expression darkens slightly.
“This ’ere island better not be crawlin’ with undead. I ain’t keen on meetin’ a zombie dragon.”
He shudders.
“Hoard or no hoard.”
He glances over at Paddy. “Ye okay, lad? Probably be best gettin' up that there hill afore any more o' these 'ere critters come a callin'!”
”One already did,” says Borabash, attempting a smile but not quite managing it as he pants. His magic was not usually so fierce, but all good gods abhor the undead and never before has he truly battled the unliving.
After the others speak, he says, “I think heading to the retreat is wise. There is safety in numbers and I do not know whether this is a scourge or an exception.”
Though Padrionn bleeds profusely from a wound in his temples, he seems more concerned about the new dent in his crumpled top hat. Grumbling, he stomps over to the undead creature that whacked him and gives it a sharp kick in the arse. "Eejit zombie. Messed up me favourite hat an' all." He gives a long-suffering look at the heavens, lamenting his poor luck and does his best to repair it. When he realises it's nothing but an exercise in frustration, the dragonborn begins striding up the path to the temple perched on the cliff.
"Oi'll survive." He says grumpily, in response to Dev and Valeria's concerns about his well-being. "If we see any others, hit the rotten bastes with that priest magic. It's that or a big whack o' yer axe - little else will take 'em down."
Seeing Padrionn bleeding from the temple but fussing over his hat, Borabash walks to him to offer such aid as he can for the lesser of the roguish Dragonborn’s problems.
He mutters for a moment, head bowed slightly, and casts Cure Wounds, healing Padrionn for 16.
”I’m sorry, I only wish I could do something of use. Some harms are too great for my meager magic, forgive me.”