From The Shadows (A Ravenloft Campaign)

[CoolHand]

Thadeus shivers at the cold-spoken words of his oppenent. Despite himself, he backs away a step to gather his strength. Equal parts horror and hatred burning in his heart, he looks to launch his next attack...quarter no longer in his thoughts.

[sblock]next attack roll: 13 Damage (if applicable) 4 + 3 = 7 [/sblock]

 

[Mordmorgan the Mad]

Thadeus' opponent lunges forward and grabs the cleric by the shoulders. He plunges his sharp teeth into the soft flesh of Thadeus' neck, releasing a gush of blood that covers his face in gore.

Thadeus:
[sblock]7 points of damage, leaving you with 2 hp.[/sblock]

Varren's opponent is not so lucky. Varren manages to dodge the man's punches once again, and return with a powerful sword blow, which nearly cleaves the man in twain. Despite the gaping chest wound, the man retains his horrific smile and zeal for combat.

Alexander sees his friend's peril and slashes across Thadeus's attacker's back, ceasing the man's feeding and dropping him, lifeless, to the ground.

 

[Candide]

[sblock]Alexander will attempt a knowledge(religion) check to see if he can tell if these are undead. Total of 16.[/sblock]

 

[CoolHand]

"Oh bloody . . .," Thadeus begins to yell, but the gruesome burning pain of the bite silences him. He beats at the creature, but it's grip is unrelenting. Fortunately, Alexander's blade does what the Priest could not...vanquishing the ravenous attacker.

"Thank ye . . .{cough} . . .lad," Thadeus manages to gasp. Feeling his lifeblood pouring from his neck, he slips away from the remaining combatants, places his hands along the jagged wounds, and mutters a prayer.

[sblock]If it works, casts cure light wounds heals 3 pts (back up to 5 hp)[/sblock]

 

[Mordmorgan the Mad]

Alexander:
[sblock]Your keen eyes note that while the men were exerting themselves, they weren't breathing. A slight glaze over their eyes, and the stiffness of thier movements lead you to believe that they are, indeed, undead.[/sblock]

Thadeus:
[sblock]While your spell works, and the familiar coolness of your healing touch soothes your wound, you feel strangely disconnected from your god once again.[/sblock]

 

[Nightcloak]

Varren's eyes focus deeply into the things with thoughts of other times and other creatures. He knows what has to be done, and swings his sword.
[sblock]To Hit: 7[/sblock]

His distraction an obvious if not a fatal mistake...

 

[Candide]

"You're welcome, father Thadeus." Alexander says before he begins a prayer.

"In the name of our lord god Ilmater, the impure souls of the living dead shall burn in eternal damnation. Amen" Alexander prays. He performs last rites on the enemy he felled. "These men are undead. They are unnatural, and therefore should be destroyed at all costs! Who knows how many more are out there." Xander continues. "Truly I AM being tested..."

 

[Mordmorgan the Mad]

Varren's sword swings widely, missing its mark. The man lunges under the wild swing, tearing with his sharp nails at Varren's belly. The claws strike deep, and dark red blood begins to seep from the wound.

Varren
[sblock]Damage: 4[/sblock]

 

[Nightcloak]

"...Death..."

Varren hears the voice as he doubles over from the pain. Fear grips him...

"...The path you travel now is your last..."

"NOOOO!!!"

Varren panics and tries to bring his sword down onto the thing and the vision...

[sblock]To Hit: 8 (Damage is 13 if I get lucky)[/sblock]

 

[Candide]

Alexander will move toward the foe that is fighting Varren. He will attack if possible(if he's not too far away)
[sblock] Attack 12. Damage(if it hit) 4 [/sblock]