Endur's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft

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As Willow follows Jack, she begins to yell Skorl's name. Hopefully he will hear her and respond, perhaps speeding up the tracking process.

She is getting nervous about the growing number of zombies following them, but moves on, confident that the time is not yet right. Just a few more, she says to herself.

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Dareios, covered with dirt and dust, tries to cry for help under the masses of the earth...

If he can still grab a zombie, he'll try to break some of its bones while going doing, perpetously shouting Pelor's name...

 

[Rhun]

As Skorl's battle-lust begins to fade, he begins to realize the extent of his injuries. Although he has decimated one group of zombies, he can hear that others are about, and he is in no condition to face them on his own. He quickly retrieves two potions and drinks them down, hoping that they will stop the flow of blood and give him enough strength to find his companions.



OOC:
Skorl will drink two potions of Cure Light Wounds.
HP: 11/47, sickened

 

[Endur]

Skorl drinks two potions of Cure Light Wounds (healing 15). He then hears someone calling his name in the distance. After a few moments of dodging zombies in the mist, Skorl rejoins Alessandra, Cedric, Jack Morrow, Lia, Willow, Strider, and Dammerung. Nearly two dozen zombies are following the party.



On the torchlit roof of the inn, Nikolai faces several men. Their old weatherbeaten faces are grim.

The first man shakes his head and tells Nilolai, "They're gone."

A second man adds, "The dead that walk would not have left if your friends still lived."

A third man adds, "Those that fall rise again. It is the end of the world."

The second man adds, "You're not from around here. You should come with me and talk to the Burgomaster. I need to go tell him that Ashlyn has fallen."

The second man climbs down a ladder into the top floor of the inn.

 

[hafrogman]

Tired of lugging around a the half-orc's huge blade, Cedric gladly hands it back to it's original owner.

"Here, a present for you."

He then draws his own blade and turns to look back they way they came.

"We should regroup. I hope we can avoid our shambling friends back there. We seem to be outnumbered."

 

[Rhun]

The half-orc accepts his blade back, grinning as he hefts it in hand. "Thanks, Cedric." Looking at the approaching zombies, and hearing Cedric's words about being ournumbered, Skorl shrugs. "Always outnumbered. Just killed dozen zombies back there." The warrior points back the way he came from.



OOC:
HP: 26/47, sickened

 

[Pyrex]

The first man shakes his head and tells Nilolai, "They're gone."

A second man adds, "The dead that walk would not have left if your friends still lived."

With the retreat of the zombies, Nikolai looks down into the square, trying to figure out what has happend to Ricven, Darieos and the warrior woman; hoping that if they can't be saved, that at least they can be spared rising again.

"I will come, but not just yet. If it is at all possible they can be saved, I must try."

 

[Goddess FallenAngel]

"It is good to see that you are okay, Skorl. Would you like me to tend to your wounds before they get any closer?" Alessandra dismounts, ready to fight or heal as need be.

 

[Rhun]

Skorl nods at Alessandra. "Please. Healing much appreciated. Thank you." He grips his greatsword tighter in hand, ready to fight or follow his companions to safety.


OOC:
HP: 26/47, sickened

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

With the retreat of the zombies, Nikolai looks down into the square, trying to figure out what has happend to Ricven, Darieos and the warrior woman; hoping that if they can't be saved, that at least they can be spared rising again.

[Wonderful. I drop out for a day and people not only bury me alive, but later decide to desecrate my grave... BTW, is Dareios dead?]