Pathfinder 1E The Haunting of Calithil Manor
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Calithil Manor - Kitchen
The covering of blood eaten away by Aelspeth's acid is quickly replaced as more of the dark fluid seems to weep from the bone itself in tiny droplets forming a frightening mask on the skeleton's face. The skeleton's eyes blaze with fury and it let's forth an inhuman wail that chills each party member to the core. Zinnelis' arrow catches the beast in mid-cry, cutting the wail short. It returns it focus to the large tiefling before it, seeming oblivious to Theia's spell, just in time to catch a greatsword blade in the midsection. More dark blood wells from the numerous cracks in the bone that have been inflicted in the most recent assault. The skeleton again swings its cleaver at Rak'tan, but the tiefling is able to shield himself from the blow with his great blade.
The covering of blood eaten away by Aelspeth's acid is quickly replaced as more of the dark fluid seems to weep from the bone itself in tiny droplets forming a frightening mask on the skeleton's face. The skeleton's eyes blaze with fury and it let's forth an inhuman wail that chills each party member to the core. Zinnelis' arrow catches the beast in mid-cry, cutting the wail short. It returns it focus to the large tiefling before it, seeming oblivious to Theia's spell, just in time to catch a greatsword blade in the midsection. More dark blood wells from the numerous cracks in the bone that have been inflicted in the most recent assault. The skeleton again swings its cleaver at Rak'tan, but the tiefling is able to shield himself from the blow with his great blade.
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Zinnelis Laediril
Zinnelis Laediril, Elven Ranger (Level 2)
Calathil Manor
Late Afternoon
Round 2
Will save: 1D20+2 = [15]+2 = 17
Zinnelis winced as the undead creature let out a wail. He shook it off, however, and fired another arrow, but this one went wide as he was bumped into by Rak’Tan, who seemed shaken by the creature’s unearthly wail.
Zinnelis Laediril, Elven Ranger (Level 2)
Calathil Manor
Late Afternoon
Round 2
Will save: 1D20+2 = [15]+2 = 17
Zinnelis winced as the undead creature let out a wail. He shook it off, however, and fired another arrow, but this one went wide as he was bumped into by Rak’Tan, who seemed shaken by the creature’s unearthly wail.
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Intermission
Our valiant heroes triumph over the foul skeletal Chef Giuseppe. Left alone in the manor kitchen, a particularly brave tiefling samples the undead chef's cooking out of curiosity. Meanwhile, a pool of blood seems to be reconstituting itself near where the chef met his end again.
Our valiant heroes triumph over the foul skeletal Chef Giuseppe. Left alone in the manor kitchen, a particularly brave tiefling samples the undead chef's cooking out of curiosity. Meanwhile, a pool of blood seems to be reconstituting itself near where the chef met his end again.
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Leira Olren, Master of Martial Arts
Leira's ears perk up, at the mention of the chef possibly returning from death again. "Well Lady Theia, I'd be happy to break every part of our friend there. I'd doubt it'd be much of a threat with all it's bones pulverized." She cracks her knuckles. "Shall I get to work?"
Realizing Rak'tan is actually tasting some of the broth that is cooking, Leira resists the urge to retch. "That's pretty foul. I don't care if that thing tastes like the finest roast, it was made by..." She points at the chef, "Whatever he was, or is."
Leira's ears perk up, at the mention of the chef possibly returning from death again. "Well Lady Theia, I'd be happy to break every part of our friend there. I'd doubt it'd be much of a threat with all it's bones pulverized." She cracks her knuckles. "Shall I get to work?"
Realizing Rak'tan is actually tasting some of the broth that is cooking, Leira resists the urge to retch. "That's pretty foul. I don't care if that thing tastes like the finest roast, it was made by..." She points at the chef, "Whatever he was, or is."
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Aelspeth Noromiel, Novice Conjurer
Aelspeth stares at Rak'Tan in abject horror, her head slightly rearing back away from the grisly sight and her face puckered. She claps a hand over her mouth and her cheeks bulge for only a second. She waits in anticipation of the tiefling warrior's reaction to the stuff, hoping against hope that there are some curative properties and not a mere gateway to cannibalism.
Aelspeth stares at Rak'Tan in abject horror, her head slightly rearing back away from the grisly sight and her face puckered. She claps a hand over her mouth and her cheeks bulge for only a second. She waits in anticipation of the tiefling warrior's reaction to the stuff, hoping against hope that there are some curative properties and not a mere gateway to cannibalism.
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