Crossed Paths, Part III

[doghead]

Marcus of the Gypsies

Marcus' body spasms as the divine power jerks his spirit back from darkness of the nether regions that lie between life and death. While it takes moment for his brain to reassemble all of the pieces, his body reacts instinctively and he lurches up into a sitting position.

Marcus scrambles to his feet shaking off the last vestiges of the fog in his head and drawing his sword. He glances around the room. Relief washes through him as he sees all his companions still standing. And he sees an opening. God help me ... help us all. He charges.

ooc: charges with short sword. Base melee +8 mw shortsword (1d6, 19-20x2) - can't remember the charge mods off the top of my head.

 

[Krilith]

The mummy focuses its attention on the charging Tullius, backhanding him with startling speed. (12 pts dmg).

~Clangeddin look! The fight is a tough one, and will I heal the injured in Your name! Dhormium moves over to stand behind tullius and lays his hand on him~
“Tullius! Let the Divine close some of your wounds! God Silverbeard let this warrior continue his fight!”

ooc: move behind tullius, discard 2nd lvl spiritual weapon for 'cure moderate wounds'.

 

[Despaxas]

Tullius nods at Dhormium before sliding his sword into the mummies reach while chopping his axe downwards in a sort of scissor movement. "Vae mortis Victus!" *

ooc: full attack

* Woe to those death conquers. (I think )

 

[Manzanita]

Round 3 (con't)

Marcus leaps back up, and charges back into the fray. His short sword deflects off the surprisingly hard body of the undead.

Dhormium comes up behind Tullius. At his touch, the legionaire's wounds heal completely, leaving Tullius as fresh and strong as when he awoke this morning.

 

[Manzanita]

Round 4

Ehldannis' wolf again manages to get a firm bite into the Mummy's thigh, though it can't seem to pull the creature down. Brioc raises his scimitar and smashes it down into the creature's head, splitting what remains of the skull, and sending the mummy crashing down the stone flaggings. No longer even partially alive, it soon dissolves into dust.

[combat over]

The bottom of the crypt where the mummy lay is covered with gold coins. There appears to be about 2000 of them. As the party searches there, they also find a bone scroll case, and a steel flask. Inscribed on the flask is a black symbol, which Elhdannis instantly recognizes as the one the Sphinx had drawn earlier.

Dhormium, thinking on what he'd learned about undead, recalls the details of Mummy rot. (knowledge religion DC=10, success)

 

[doghead]

Marcus of the Gypsies

Marcus steps back as the mummy crumbles into a pile of dust and bone shards wrapped in scraps of linen bandage. He holds up his sword and considers it for a moment.

"So that was a zombie. Walking skeletons and now zombies. Not to mention the elementals and a sphinx. You and me weren't really made for this sort of thing." Marcus glances at Brioc's scimitar. "Hacking off slices of bread and giving the local bullies pause for though is more our level I think." Marcus frowns. "Which does somewhat raise the question, 'Why are we here?'"

Marcus looks around at the others. At the puzzeled looks on the faces of his companions he bursts into laughter. "I'm all right. Honest. Just having a little chat with my sword. You don't talk to your sword?" At which he snorts with laughter again.

He sheaths his sword carefully and looks over into the coffin.

"Thats quite alot of gold. And the sphinx's potion if I'm not mistaken, which means that we are done down here if we choose to be."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"I'm still puzzled by those bars," says Octar. "Don't get my wrong, I think we should rest-" another thing occurs to him- "Especially since if we crawl back to that... thing... like this, we'd be easy pickings."

 

[doghead]

Marcus the Gypsy

"Especially since if we crawl back to that... thing... like this, we'd be easy pickings."

Marcus nods in agreement.

"Octar my be fond of wondering around leaving a trail of blood, but I don't think that we should all make a habit of it.

"This as as good a place as any to rest up. But I think we should post guards."

 

[Inez Hull]

"Wise thinking Octar. The Sphinx is a cunning creature, and whilst I think it is a potential ally, it will only be on its terms. Let us not grant it any opportunities over us. If we can rest down here I will be able to prepare some helpful magic."

 

[Krilith]

~Dhormium lowers his axe, and breathes relieved. “Thank You for Your help in the battle”. Looking about and seeing a lot of his companions wounded and taking note of his own fleshwound, “Just a scratch”

“yeah, lets take a rest and I’ll patch up some of those wounds of yours”



Ooc: I’ve lost track of most of my spells…manzanita…consider me converting all my spells into heal spells.