OOC: Init order - ghoul in barn (
22), Danth (14), ghoul leader (
11), Kael (9), Jokad (4), Farmer Woldrack
OOC: Jovik is paralyzed for
5 rounds. "A paralyzed character cannot move, speak, or take any physical action. He is rooted to the spot, frozen and helpless. Not even friends can move his limbs. He may take purely mental actions, such as casting a spell with no components."
In the barn, the battle rages. Jovik's form is frozen as if in mid fight, his right arm stretched out, still holding his blade. Just beyond the tips of his fingers the smoke from the rising fire billows up in great grey plumes.
Kael offers a quick curse into the cold night air. Things do not look good. The ghoul is upon him, its hideous claws flashing through the air, the stench rising from it almost causing Kael to gag.
And then it attacks. The closeness of it all is cloying. It is upon him, a frenzy of tearing and rending teeth and claws. It grabs Kael's shoulders with its claws, and pulls the young sorcerer forward towards it gaping jaw. Kael kicks, trying to free himself, turning his face at the last moment, but still feeling the horrific piercing surge of pain as its teeth sink into his neck. He tears away, feeling a burst of blood loose from his shoulder as he spins away.
OOC:
Kael has been hit twice - a bite and a claw. I need a DC12 fortitude save against ghoul fever, and a DC12 fortitude save against paralysis. Given the timing of combat, I will make these rolls for Kael, but his character sheet is a bit of a mess as fortitude adds up to +1, but has two +1 entries - can you check and update the character sheet as it still shows level 3!. Okay, here goes:
LUCKY SOD! You made both saves!
OOC: -7hp to Kael
Kael shrugs off the injury, feeling a wave of nausea rise up within himself, but shaking it off and focusing his mind. He calls up his magic as the ghoul advances towards him once more. His powerful magic bursts forth, and crashes into the ghoul like a mallet, physically lifting the ghoul into the air and slamming it against the roof above. Kael hears a crack, and watches the body fall to the ground. It lands in a hideous mangle of broken bones, a cavity of burning flesh and bone visible within the cavity of its chest.
The fire is rising.
OOC: Both ghouls in the barn are now dead
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Inside the house, it is Danth that leaps into battle first. Sensing an opportunity to put down the ghoul leader, Danth leaps into the fray, swinging Crimson Dawn wildly about. His excitment comes at the expense of his aim, though, and the blade comes nowhere near striking the enemy. Danth contents himself with the fact that he has given the ghoul another target for its wrath...
The ghoul leader seems momentarily split between who to attack, before roaring with rage and once again fixing its dead eyes upon Jokad.
"
The master will welcome you. You will go to him!" it barks, as it strikes forward.
It looks desperate, furious, perhaps conscious that it has little hope of leaving this midnight raid alive. It had brought its pack here for fresh flesh and fresh victims, and instead run into the Wolves of Sandpoint.
Its fists and jaw were slow, easy targets for Jokad. ((
All attacks miss). Jokad takes the last swiped claw attack and easily catches the wrist of the ghoul, pulling him towards him.
Jokad grins with real battle lust, safe in the knowledge that he has his foe where he wants him. He shouts at the face of the defeated ghoul
"You'll have to do FAR better than that. Small wonder your Master wants me when he has incompetent dogs like you!!"
Whitefire lunges forward, deep into the gut of the ghoul, arching upwards, spilling rotting entrails and organs onto the floor.
The creature slumps, still held upright by Jokad. His eyes flash around, his face shuddering, as the last of the evil force that held it in undeath flee its body.
At last Jokad lets go, letting the corpse spill to the floor.
The battle is over, but Farmer Woldrack, perhaps still uncertain of how to tell when an undead is dead, walks calmly over to the corpse, places the blade of his shovel against its neck, and with a single firm stamp, dislodges the head from the beast.
"
Better safe than sorry!" he offers up with a shrug.