Hewligan's Rise of the Runelords: The Skinsaw Murders
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Rhun
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OOC: Not to be a spoil-sport Fenris, but sneak attack doesn't work against undead.
OOC: I think that is because their vital organs are considered to be pickled and useless.
Fenris
Adventurer
OOC: Not to be a spoil-sport Fenris, but sneak attack doesn't work against undead.
Yeah yeah, I forgot.
Jovik damage (1d4+2+1d6=10)
hewligan
First Post
OOC: Init order - Kael (15), Jovik (8), Danth (4), Jokad (4 - normally this would beat Danth's 4, but from the posts it sounds like Jokad wants to follow the cleric's attack),
The two creatures move with awkward steps, as if they almost have to throw their bodies into motion like some puppet caricature.
Kael steps forward, putting his body in the way of the ghouls and Mal. You can see the confusion in their faces, and the hunger. Kael lets loose a bolt of eldritch energy that slams into the chest of the first ghoul. It looks up at him, as if seeing the humans before him for the first time.
Jovik dances forward, goblin hook in hand, and slams it with a gut wrenching crunch into the chest of the injured ghoul. It buries hilt deep, sending thick black blood that stinks of iron and mud over the hand of Jovik. He recoils, pulling his blade free, and watches the ghoul slump forward into the mud. Its limbs spasm once, and then settle.
Danth leaps from hiding toward the nearest ghoul, Crimson Dawn's fiery blade blazing reddish-gold like the early morning sun! The blade quickly descends on the foul undead beast with all the strength in the cleric's arm, slicing and burning flesh and muscle with terrible ease! The thing reels back, its face rent asunder, bone gristle and worse showing below. The magical flames from Crimson Dawn engulf the head of the ghoul, and it staggers a single step, then a second, its arms raised as if trying to put out the flames. You watch the flesh on its face melt away, its eyes popping and rolling from its sockets. A long, slow scream leaks from its throat as it finally collapses to the ground.
Jokad is coiled like a snake ready to strike, but with nothing to aim his aggression at. He lets out a roar of frustration and sends his blade crashing through one of the corpses, splitting it in two. His faces is not entirely happy as he looks at the others, as if accusing them of stealing his toys!
The noise of the combat and death seems to have agitated the scarecrows. You hear mewling and screaming from them. Some plaintive cries, others hungry.
The two creatures move with awkward steps, as if they almost have to throw their bodies into motion like some puppet caricature.
Kael steps forward, putting his body in the way of the ghouls and Mal. You can see the confusion in their faces, and the hunger. Kael lets loose a bolt of eldritch energy that slams into the chest of the first ghoul. It looks up at him, as if seeing the humans before him for the first time.
Jovik dances forward, goblin hook in hand, and slams it with a gut wrenching crunch into the chest of the injured ghoul. It buries hilt deep, sending thick black blood that stinks of iron and mud over the hand of Jovik. He recoils, pulling his blade free, and watches the ghoul slump forward into the mud. Its limbs spasm once, and then settle.
Danth leaps from hiding toward the nearest ghoul, Crimson Dawn's fiery blade blazing reddish-gold like the early morning sun! The blade quickly descends on the foul undead beast with all the strength in the cleric's arm, slicing and burning flesh and muscle with terrible ease! The thing reels back, its face rent asunder, bone gristle and worse showing below. The magical flames from Crimson Dawn engulf the head of the ghoul, and it staggers a single step, then a second, its arms raised as if trying to put out the flames. You watch the flesh on its face melt away, its eyes popping and rolling from its sockets. A long, slow scream leaks from its throat as it finally collapses to the ground.
Jokad is coiled like a snake ready to strike, but with nothing to aim his aggression at. He lets out a roar of frustration and sends his blade crashing through one of the corpses, splitting it in two. His faces is not entirely happy as he looks at the others, as if accusing them of stealing his toys!
The noise of the combat and death seems to have agitated the scarecrows. You hear mewling and screaming from them. Some plaintive cries, others hungry.
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hewligan
First Post
Victory was swift. The corpses at your feet stink, the mark of the ghoul upon them. The screaming and plaintive cries of the scarecrows gives you no doubt that they are perfectly aware of your presence.
There is nothing else for it. You step out, moving across the open yard towards the nearest of the four. It is a hideous sight. They are all a hideous sight. People. 2 men, 2 women. Thankfully no children. They look like they have been left out here for some time. Their flesh is raw from the wind and sun. Their eyes are crazy, rolling around their heads, before focusing upon you.
"Please .... arghhhh .... so hungry ..... please" The voice of the nearest man flicks uncomfortably between desperate pleading and horrific animal growling. His tongue flicks out. It is all too animal. Long, pointed, almost black. A stench rolls forth. He strains and strains against his knots.
Behind him the other 3 start pulling and tearing at their bindings, as if desperate to reach you.
There is nothing else for it. You step out, moving across the open yard towards the nearest of the four. It is a hideous sight. They are all a hideous sight. People. 2 men, 2 women. Thankfully no children. They look like they have been left out here for some time. Their flesh is raw from the wind and sun. Their eyes are crazy, rolling around their heads, before focusing upon you.
"Please .... arghhhh .... so hungry ..... please" The voice of the nearest man flicks uncomfortably between desperate pleading and horrific animal growling. His tongue flicks out. It is all too animal. Long, pointed, almost black. A stench rolls forth. He strains and strains against his knots.
Behind him the other 3 start pulling and tearing at their bindings, as if desperate to reach you.
Friadoc
Explorer
Kael is quiet for a moment, as the enormity of what is before the group sinks into him, after that moment he says, "While these folk deserve mercy, a quick and final mercy, whomever is behind this does not deserve, nor should be expect or be given any quarter."
With a look to his fellows, the Wolves of Sandpointe, the sorcerer asks, "Are we of one mind on that?"
OOC - Template
OOC
[sblock=Vitals, current]
AC 12, Touch 12, Flatfooted 10
HP 17
[/sblock]
[sblock=Spells Per Day, remaining]
0-level 6 of 6
1st-level 5 of 6
2nd-level 4 of 4
[/sblock]
With a look to his fellows, the Wolves of Sandpointe, the sorcerer asks, "Are we of one mind on that?"
OOC - Template
OOC
[sblock=Vitals, current]
AC 12, Touch 12, Flatfooted 10
HP 17
[/sblock]
[sblock=Spells Per Day, remaining]
0-level 6 of 6
1st-level 5 of 6
2nd-level 4 of 4
[/sblock]
Rhun
First Post
"Slay them," says Danth, grimly. "With the destruction of the bodies, perhaps these innocents' souls can find their way to Sarenae's bossom." The cleric steps near, and swings his flaming scimitar at the nearest of the creatures.
AC: 19, Hit Points: 31/31
OOC for all: Remember the +1 attack from Danth's bless spell.
Coup de gras if possible; if not:
Initiative: 4
Attack: 14
Daamge: 9
[sblock=Current Spells Readied]
- Level 0: Detect Magic x2, Light, Guidance, Resistance
- Level 1: Command, Blessx2, Shield of Faith + (d) Cure Light Wounds
- Level 2: Cure Moderate Wounds, Deific Vengeance (CD), Remove Paralysis + (d) Heat Metal[/sblock]
AC: 19, Hit Points: 31/31
OOC for all: Remember the +1 attack from Danth's bless spell.
Coup de gras if possible; if not:
Initiative: 4
Attack: 14
Daamge: 9
[sblock=Current Spells Readied]
- Level 0: Detect Magic x2, Light, Guidance, Resistance
- Level 1: Command, Bless
- Level 2: Cure Moderate Wounds, Deific Vengeance (CD), Remove Paralysis + (d) Heat Metal[/sblock]
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Jokad nods grimly. He doesn't wait for his companions' approval. He quickly ignites Whitefire and begins moving from scarecrow to scarecrow silently dispatching the thrashing psuedo-ghouls.
OOC: Sorry for the delay. I've been out of town for a few days.
hewligan
First Post
It is a horrific task. They don't exactly make it easy for you either. The first one halts as you approach, its tongue nervously and excitedly flicking across its lips. It groans a little, about to speak, before Danth steps forward and thrusts Crimson Dawn deep into its gut.
It strains forward, its face moving within inches of the cleric as it pulls hard against its constraints, black blood boiling up and out of its mouth. The others start screaming, and where their movements before were frantic, they become desperate and frenzied.
Jokad strides calmly forward and tears the head from the next one, a woman, with his blade.
Jovik shrugs. It isn't nice work, but he might as well get with it. Kael presses his eyes closed for a second, as he too enters into the dark task.
It feels right somehow that you have each had to share in this. The last one, the one Kael walked towards, knew what was coming. It had once been a young woman. It pleaded with him, tried to persuade him in her dry, hissing voice that she was human, that she had somehow escaped their grasp, but her sharp tongue, her blood red eyes, her blackened, recessed gums all suggested otherwise.
Kael took his dagger to her, stabbing, trying to make it quick. It wasn't quick. She cursed him for a long time, before at last she fell silent. His arms were slick with her thick, black, stinking blood.
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OOC: Assume you want to head into the house next?
It strains forward, its face moving within inches of the cleric as it pulls hard against its constraints, black blood boiling up and out of its mouth. The others start screaming, and where their movements before were frantic, they become desperate and frenzied.
Jokad strides calmly forward and tears the head from the next one, a woman, with his blade.
Jovik shrugs. It isn't nice work, but he might as well get with it. Kael presses his eyes closed for a second, as he too enters into the dark task.
It feels right somehow that you have each had to share in this. The last one, the one Kael walked towards, knew what was coming. It had once been a young woman. It pleaded with him, tried to persuade him in her dry, hissing voice that she was human, that she had somehow escaped their grasp, but her sharp tongue, her blood red eyes, her blackened, recessed gums all suggested otherwise.
Kael took his dagger to her, stabbing, trying to make it quick. It wasn't quick. She cursed him for a long time, before at last she fell silent. His arms were slick with her thick, black, stinking blood.
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OOC: Assume you want to head into the house next?
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