How not to sneak ...
DM Note: What follows is a confusing long battle where the party trigger several encounters at once. The planning leaves much to be desired …As I write all these by memory this may seem a little disjointed
Grembor and Pringle after being blessed with the power to climb walls like a spider run up to the Inn and scale up to the roof. Grembor checking out the surrounding building sees a cloaked figure loading a crossbow while looking their way across the small square. Shrugging they walk over the roof so they can’t see them anymore; (here is the point they should have stopped and re-considered) approaching the roof of the Millers they try sneaking but the roof of the Inn is also in poor repair and several tiles go skittering away causing some heads to pop up through the Millers roof. All of these heads are lupine with one slight exception; one has some goat horns on his head with burning red eyes. Pringle sticking with the plan looses a fireball which speeds past the startled eyes of one of the lupines into the attic space behind them which explodes with impressive force in the enclosed space sending roofing tiles flying in all directions.
Two of the Demon wolves leap from the attic through the damaged Mill roof onto the Inn roof and descend upon the pair; wielding wickedly falchions they charge the pair of adventurers and strike out with their blades. Pringle takes a nasty blow as one of them opens up a cut across his chest which cracks some ribs and possibly splintered more. This starts hemorrhaging profusely as Pringle staggers back his hands leaping to his chest hoping against hope that it is still there; his hands just about holding his chest together (nice Crit). Grembor is more lucky as the blow the werewolf hits him with is less impressive which only slices a deep gouge on his side. Pringle retreats backwards and scrambles down the wall to the ground below leaving bloody handprints all the way down while Grembor attacks the Demon Wolves with his new sword scoring a minor hit which does not seem to bother it in any way. Grembor suffers another pair of blows before running away; aware he can’t take on these two alone. He drops down next to Pringle who had just activated his tattoo to stop the bleeding and repair some of the damage imposed by the werewolves Falchion.
Sayuri and Zordlan under the effects of invisibility while dusting off bits of the roof act in accordance to the plan casts Grease before the only door out of the Mill; two Demon Wolves burst out from the double doors from the Mill and one of which is caught in the Grease and finds itself on the floor, the other skids through it and gains the stable footing on the other side. However it can’t see anyone as Sayuri and Zordlan are still hidden by the invisibility spells. Raising its nose to the winds it tries to scent those it can’t see but fails so it moves around sniffing the air.
Kat and Nashkar staying back notice the crossbowman that Grembor noticed; mainly as a crossbow bolt flies past Kat’s shoulder and buries it self in the wall behind her. Turning she sends her wolf before her to drag the poor unfortunate out as she runs across the small square; the wolf runs up and trips the human in the doorway who is a female wrapped in a dark cloak. Backing up the wolf is dissuaded by something past the now prone human on the floor. Walking out of the doorway are a pair of skeletons which appear to be more than just normal skeletons; casting, a bright beam of light springs from Nashkars palm striking one of them turning it to dust while the other falls prey to a ray of fire from Pringle.
Kat spying something large looming behind the tripped figure in the doorway casts a column of fire which encompasses the fallen robed figure and the lurking monstrosity behind it. Highlighting it in flame Kat gets a glimpse of the creature but can’t make out what it is. Backpedaling they retreat and meet up with Grembor and Pringle who are now not too far from the invisible forms of Sayuri and Zoldan.
Sayuri keeps casting multiple Grease spells confounding the werewolves as they keep falling over; behind the werewolves the skeletons seem to mobilize and are walking this way surrounding the pair of female clerics who created them. One of the werewolves gets the scent of Zoldan and gives him a solid cut across his bicep. Zoldan not aware of the locations of the Grease spells falls victim to its effects and ends up on the floor next to a struggling werewolf. Sayuri casts a lightning bolt at the werewolf unaware that the invisible form of Zoldan is in the path and he takes the brunt of the spell saving the werewolf from a lot of the damage.
Grembor unleashes arrow after arrow at the werewolves causing little damage as they seem resistant to normal silver weapons (possibly due to their fiendish heritage) and is getting increasingly irritated as they seem to bounce off. However the werewolves both succumb to the effects of the Grease spells and are both prone on the ground; Grembor taking advantage unleashes three arrows into one of them sending a pair of arrows deep into it’s throat causing it to gurgle and shudder before expiring and reverting back into a naked man. Admittedly a naked man sporting several black fletched arrows buried in his throat.
Out of the shop where the prone figure was (now standing) emerges a horror of large size; pulsing pustules of poison and disease cover this horrible ogrelike undead being; loping across the square it leaps on Kat and rips some flesh from her shoulder gulping down the morsel as a few of it’s burns heal in response. The cleric following it casts a spell and Grembor feels the muscles of his body tighten and freeze locking him in place just yards from the flesh eating monstrosity. His eyes show fear as his helplessness becomes apparent; there is a gleam in the eye of the controlling cleric as he wonders what delightful undead this group of adventurers will bring. However out of the shadows of one of the building steps Nashkar who holds his holy symbol up high and shouts out a blessing upon his fellows and a benediction upon his foes. A blindingly bright light erupts from him blasting the diseased flesh from the undead ogre collapsing it to the ground; the power of Sarenrae healing the party gathered around him.
Kat calls down lightning upon the wolves and cleric in turn causing them damage but keeping herself out of the fight and possibility of damage. The female cleric runs up and tosses some gems over the body of the dead ogre and brings it back as a skeleton; this is promptly dismissed and destroyed by Nashkar who turns it to dust while Kat pins her to the ground with another lightning bolt from the sky. Grembor recovers from his paralysis and fires off some arrows towards the cleric ... some even hit.
Zordlan finally manages to regain his feet; his wounds somewhat alleviated by Nashkar’s channeling. Stepping up he levels a heavy blow at the last remaining werewolf and manages to sever its head cancelling the invisibility even as the smoke from Sayuri’s lightning bolt raises from his burnt skin; looking Sayuri in the eye she gulps knowing that there would be words said later on regarding the responsible use of magic.
Approaching from the distant square before the whispering way’s hideout come a pair of female clerics surrounded by a hoard or skeletons; Pringle to everyone surprise including the pair of clerics levels the skeletons with a fireball as they were expecting this from Sayuri not the peasant at the back of the party which they assumed was there just to carry spare gear. Leaving the pair defenseless they soon fall to blows of lightning bolt, arrows, call lightning and scorching rays. The party breaths a huge sigh of relief as this was one of the most intense battles they have had; definitely the longest …
DM Note: Zordlan got to single figures, Grembor would have been in dire problems had he not made his save vs the hold person spell from the cleric who was approaching scythe in hand. (Coup de Gras from a scythe is nasty.) Sayuri was unscathed but she and Zordlan (the best blaster and fighter in the party) hid invisible for most of the fight. Pringle was almost killed by a crit by one of the Demon Wolves in the first hit of the battle. Only running away and healing saved him and later on channeling by Nashkar saved many of the party. This battle took the whole night and it will continue next week with the party already down on spells but ok on hits. Probably missed quite a bit in this battle but I think I got the far ranging and confusing fight down ok.