Regdar will pull back so the others can get at the creature as well, trying to draw the creature out.

Come creature, we have a cleric of pelor you can eat, for Regdar has more meat then you can swallow.

Lets take it on over there!
We can hit it from all sides then!

Readying his rapier to attack the beast, he will follow the crowd, if it moves.

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Kerwyn

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Originally posted by Regdar:
Come creature, we have a cleric of pelor you can eat, for Regdar has more meat then you can swallow.

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Ahem - Yes! Regdar, get your greatness - I mean, get your ass out of that room!

That abomination is in a highly defensible position!

* ALhandra has a few battle strategies flying past her:
Regdar could "lead it" out, but that's no guarantee it'll go.
a few of us could grab it, pull it down where we all could slay it.
If it's undead, me and the clerics can do a jobby on it.
someone could mage hand a torch or a sunrod and perhaps flush it out.

[ooc] PKitty - is that thing undead? It certainly sounds like one, but it's hard to say, especially since I doubt Alhandra got a good look at more than just the hand and arm of the creature [/ooc]

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Originally posted by Alhandra:
[ooc] PKitty - is that thing undead? It certainly sounds like one, but it's hard to say, especially since I doubt Alhandra got a good look at more than just the hand and arm of the creature [/ooc]

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Hmmm.. too hard to tell from where you are, but I'll tell you this; it certainly smells like undead!

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Regdar takes a full move out of the room, dodging low in case it tries to claw him again with its injured arm. As he goes, its whisper rises to a scream. "No.. nooooo! Meat will not leave! MEAT WILL NOT LEAVE!" Then, as you all back somewhat down the corridor, you hear it croon, "Meeeatsess! I am hurt, and helpless! Come tend my arm. Yes, yessss! Or I'll have to eat.. tend! Tend it myself! And I have no bandages." Its giggle reverberates in the hall. "So come in and visit with me, meatses. Perhaps you have a nice, succulent healer? To bandage my blistered arm? I am no threat to you now." As it shifts on its perch, you can hear the sound of its fingernails scraping on the stone.

Meta 2: I hope this is starting to get fun as things get.. interesting. If there is something I can do to improve it, such as the aforementioned speeding things up, please email me and let me know (or post here if you prefer.) I am planning a mixture of how often the monsters and NPCs break the 4th wall, while I expect the PCs will do it constantly; I think the schtick is more fun if you're the only ones aware of your situation! If you'd prefer otherwise, let me know.

Meta 3: As always, if any of the iconics wish to or need to bow out, please let me know! For instance, we'll be auditioning for a new Lidda, I'm afraid. I have someone in mind; if she doesn't work out, I'll open her up!

- P. Kitty

Jozan rolls his eyes as Redgar comes scurrying back out into the corridor. He murmurs under his breath, “Well, obviously that abomination is not stupid enough to come out here into this huge crowd.”

He shakes his head, then takes a deep breath and pulls out his special undead turning, oversized, holy symbol. “Now, this part is in my contract, and I would like everyone to reference page 139. My only complaint about that bit—and I filed the appropriate paperwork—is that there is absolutely no way a divinely inspired Cleric such as Pelor’s Own Iconic would have a player with a name like ‘Skip.’”

Jozan calls out in a booming voice, “Poor creature! Come out here, into the light, so I may heal your pain!” Then he swiftly runs into the room, crouched low so as to avoid it’s attack.

As soon as he is well inside, with the sunrod in his belt forming a nimbus of light about his magnificent person, he turns and raises Pelor’s Fiery Visage towards the creature. “Here is all the healing you need! See the blaze of Pelor’s Stern Gaze, mirrored in my own rather handsome but still quite formidable one! Quiver, abominable filth, as the Light of Goodness and Life washes over you! Crumble to dust where you cower, or flee from my Divine Aura as all evil must flee before me!!”

Jozan has placed himself about 15 feet away from where the creature hangs, and does not advance, certain that it will avail itself of the only exit that will not bring it closer to him—the open doorway.

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"In an adventuring party, the Cleric is everybody's friend." Especially when there are Undead hanging over doorways.

Vadania, will draw her sword and hope for the creature to come out. Perea will help, as long as it doesn't scare her. She doesn't really like undead but will probably help fight it anyways.

"Cower before the might of Moradin's chosen! Come receive your fate, and submit to the Renewing Fires of the Life Forge!"

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Originally posted by Piratecat:
Works like a charm.

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Which, of course, is exactly what it is. Ha, ha! Well said indeed, but I fear there are more chefs spoiling the soup than there are spoils to be split!

(To address our overcrowded situation, Devis will move even *further* away from the action, and begin hewing at a long stringed instrument that produces tones like a cello.)

I, for one, have a ditty that I hope might inspire courage in those who hear it:

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard;
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

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Originally posted by Vadania:
All these new comers keep coming in, and I'm going to get xenophobic like Mialee.

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[ooc]Oh, is THAT what you call that condition that Lidda came down with?

Personally, I thought that it was selfish 8itchiness that she was suffering from.

It's too bad, I thought she could be real funny, but it was obvious that she was not cut out for this adventure.

She ACTUALLY insulted everyone for playing their iconic role - THAT'S where she lost my respect.

I'm sure she would have liked nothing better than have it back to the time when some great interchange was had by the original group, with her of course playing a huge role in things.

But that's just not the case for this particular adventure - I thought that's why we signed up for this.

Not necessarily to metagame our brains out, but to roleplay an adventure that is being run by one of the true greats out there.

Please correct me if I'm wrong with any of this...

but we paladins calls em as we sees em.

I like that there are other people who have taken center stage here - I think Lidda just wanted her own playground to dominate in.
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*Alhandra concentrates her faith inwardly instead of outwardly - she manifests the divine power of turning undead into a penetrating power which will palpably plow thru unPenitent oPPonents : (Divine Might for +3 for 3 rounds) *

For whatever reason, this adventure wasn't what Lidda expected. I'm not going to pretend to second-guess her motives, and I don't want our adventure to turn into a bad-tempered flame war; I like Lidda, I like Lidda's player, I like you guys, and I'm sure that I'll find someone else cool to play the PC. We're friends; let's stay friends, eh?

Anyways, she just lost a bunch of XP.

Cool strategy for luring out the creature! I'm currently in bed, so I'll post an update tomorrow. Excitement awaits!

And thank you, folks; I'm certainly having fun with this, all because of you. The banter, put in context, makes it all worth while.

Kerwyn positions himself (outside the room, not to disturb anything) to help Jozan, in case the creature will attack him, despite his blessed aura.

I respect Mialee's intellectual prowess on the battlefield - in a way, a mind like a steel trap may be stronger than a sword when wielded by the right person...

And Vadania's just the bees knees -

[ooc] I'm off to the fayre - check in tonight.
Till then, with her faith empowering her blows, Alhandra will deal out swift justice with melee attacks 'gainst any foul presence, even if it endangers her to attack. [/ooc]

PC is doing a fine job, the pushing past the 4th wall is actually very funny, and fun, and keeping in character as if they existed in the world is even better, it's as if they are the only ones that knows what is going on. It's not Metagaming persay, as long as nothing is done to spoil or ruin the fun (I will get my wooden toothpick to kill the blubblingbeast because that's his weakness.) but Regdars "evil cult," thing of the "Jozan page 13," thing is fun, at least for me.

As for actions, on autopilot Naull will stick to her crossbow, trying to get into point blank range but not any closer then she has to, resorting to spells that best fit the situation, or her wand of Burning Hands when opponents are grouped close enough. /ooc

IC: C'mere ya bleedin'...thing. I've got a present fer ya! Tordek grips his axe and swings, worried more about hitting it hard then hitting it skillfully

OOC: Power attacking for 2 here.

"Well, I was saving this for a special occasion but since everyone has been so good (and it lasts 3 hours)...It's Christmas in August, ho, ho, ho!"

Bull's Strength on Regdar and Cat's Grace on Kerwyn

"I also have some coal for Lidda but she seems to have left. Oh well, never let it be said that I'm not a team player", says Hennet from behind the safety of a wall of dwarves, paladins, psi-warriors, etc.

aside, to Devis"I've got an enlarge scroll with your name on it back at camp."

And from Eberk and Jozan, holy energy rolls outwards, focused by their faith.

The energy looks different. Jozan's is more like sunlight, focused through a glass, while Eberk's almost looks like a bludgeoning anvil streaming out from him. And while the creature seems to shrug off most of the sunlight, the anvil of faith slams into him, and those of you in the hall can hear the sizzling of ruined flesh. Instead of leaping, the creature screams in pain, a high-pitched whine that trails off high enough to annoy Vadania's bear companion.

The creature drops spider-like onto the floor, immediately spring backwards towards the door, only to be met with a wall of steel. You heroes have the door surrounded, and there really isn't much of anywhere for him to go.

Regdar swings high and Tordek swings low. Regdar's greatsword is largely deflected by the rusty armor, sliding off of it into the monster's neck. He would have missed completely if it weren't for Devis' inspirational sonnets. Tordek has more luck, though, following through with his greataxe in an engraving-perfect blow. The edge of his axe shears through the armor, the belly, and half of the creature's backbone; if this creature were actually alive, it would have critically wounded it. From the front, though, Alhandra spins her sword around and with divine precision buries it exactly where the creature's black heart should be. Grasping up at her feebly, jaws working as its tongue whips back and forth in an attempt to taste her flesh, she watches as the creature dies.

And before anyone else can act, the call coms from Lidda down the corridor. "Heads up, heroes!" Naull is far enough back to see why; from the front hall, down those stairs, the glimmer of light is being blocked. Naull, something - or many somethings - are moving in your direction.

Actions? For reminder - it isn't far to the hallway intersection. The faint light is coming from a good 60'-80' up there, and something has moved between you and the light. Presumably, it's coming closer.

[ooc] What can I see (if anything) PC? [/ooc]

He fingers the fresh scratches in his armor with an irritated frown, and glances about the room to see if anything interesting catches his eye.

The call from Lidda provokes a deep sigh from Jozan. To Eberk he mutters, “Not even a moment to bask in the glory of Pelor’s work well done. And Moradin, too, of course...that bit with the hammer was quite nice, if a bit showy.” He smiles down at the Dwarf.

Then he moves to the doorway, peering past the rest of the Iconics toward the corridor intersection. “Why am I always in the back? I can’t see a flaming thing.” As he pulls out his crossbow, he kneels to examine the creature just diced by the aforementioned blade-slingers.

Then I draw my sword.

Perea will fight along side me.

Someone left a bunch of respectably-dressed dead people down here in the vault.

And worse, they're moving towards you. They aren't moving like most undead you've seen, awkwardly and slowly. To Kazak's and Naull's eye, some are slinking forward through the shadows while others are striding boldly out and down the stairs.