Legacy Of The Deep (Pt. 1) - Escape From Zanzer's Dungeon

[Chauzu]

Tanarel takes a swing at the next zombie. A fatal swing for the undead as Tanarel shoves his blade into the creature's face. The body of the zombie falls, but the head tears away and stays hanging on the edge of the sword.

Morn moves to Z3 and attacks it with a flurry. His first attack misses, but with quick speed he recovers on the second, hitting hard. It would be a critical hit if it were a living being. Morn's fist knocks off the zombie's jaw, which shatters into many fragments when it hits the counter top.

Geramon continues the look on Raven. The substance is beginning to become familiar to him, but without his alchemic tools, at the moment, he is unable to place is tongue on it. Then again, perhaps it is not important, because just then Raven's eyes suddenly open and blink as they fix on Geramon. Her short nap has apparently been finished.

"My master is Zanzer Tem," the old man says lowly with his head down. The old man sniffs the air and listens carefully as Sydney examines his chain. You do not smell or sound of goblin or orc, and you are not so demanding either... who are you?

Sydney finds no lock on the chain. "I am afraid there is no lock for your delicate, ungoblish hands of yours little one." The chain is attached to a bare manacle on the right leg of the blind man.

The remaining pair of zombies make a loud moan as they recover from suprise and make an attack. Z3's swings his boney hand at Morn hard, but Morn is too quick for the slow zombie, and even worse for the zombie, its arm detaches in the process, though surely the zombie can't feel the damage anyways.

Z4 is even more pathetic as it tries to grab the wolf with its arms and teeth, but the zombie's body splits in half as it bends down for the wolf. These zombies are clearly old and delicate. The undead are still kicking though and still moan.

Axel gets up from the floor and fouls off as he recovers his halberd.

Celpher loads another bolt into the crossbow and releases it at Z3. The bolt hits the zombie square in the sternum, knocking the bone out its back with the bolt. Moan. The other arm falls off.

Aaman follows the group slowly while pulling the recovering Raven.

End Of First Round
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Beginning Of Second Round

The wolf tries to strike Z4, but with its collapse, misses. The animal then backs off to let room for Tanarel.

 

[Dungannon]

Sydney Halehearth

"Well, sir, my name is Sydney and you're right. I'm neither goblin or orc, thank Tymora. What is your name? And do you serve Tem willingly, or as a slave like we were?"

Sydney turns to Lucien and shrugs, indicating his inability to remove the chain.

 

[Q-Ball]

Tanarel will use the space created for him and makes a swing at the 4 th zombie. "Retribution will be made for the lost soul you evicted from his body. Now die and live a happy afterlife!" Tanarel screams as he tries and hit the zombie taking no notice to the head on the top of his sword.

 

[Sullaf]

Geramon falls back and let's out a suprised yell. He recovers and says with a shaking voice "You scared the hell out of me! What happened? Why did you suddenly wake up?"

"Aaman you can let go now, she's awake!"

 

[Zhure]

Aaman

"I'm glad you're waking up, Raven." Aaman helps the ranger to stand.

 

[dddawson]

Lucian Fellheath

"Mmm. No lock, eh? Well, perhaps Geramon will have some idea what could be done, if it is enchanted...and if it is not, then perhaps Tanarel can do something, since gold, while among the noblest of metals, is also among the softest. I must say, friend, that I find myself nearly burning with curiosity as to why your master would provide you with such an extravagant burden."

 

[Manzanita]

Raven

Raven sits up, startled.

"Ach. I am still a prisoner of this foul dungeon. I was dreaming of the open hills..."

She jumps to her feat, gathers her sword, bow & arrows, pats her armor. "Well, wizard, elf, what's going on. How long did I sleep?"

 

[Ravellion]

Morn is somewhat taken aback by the Zombies slow and cumbersome movements combined with their disgusting resilience. He lloks at his dusty hand briefly, before striking twice more.

(To hit Roll 1: 18.
To hit Roll 2: 8.
Damage Roll 1: 3.)

 

[Wippit Guud]

Celpher

Guess we'll try changing tactics... trip attack on the zombies with my whip. Prone targets are easier to hit.

 

[Sullaf]

While the soft thuds of zombies falling on the ground can be heard in the background, along with the screaming of certain warriors, Geramon addresses Raven "Well you didn't miss much actually... There was a door which was trapped. You fell in some kind of magical sleep and we couldn't wake you up. I wonder what it was... Well the trapped door let into this little dining room. There is a Minotaur cook over there" Geramon waves into the general direction, "The idiots are over there fighting for their lives against undead don't ask me why and Lucian and the halfling went there around the corner " Geramon points towards the zombie chamber.

"Aaman and me were looking after you, but you returned from the land of the sleeping all by yourself! A small miracle in my humble opinion."

"Now I am sure you wish to join the rest in the glorious battle so I will no longer keep you here." Geramon adds sarcastically.

Then his face suddenly shines and a bit excited he says "I almost forgot the one important event you missed" while he rummages around in his robe and pulls Ron out of one of the many pockets. "I got Ron back! Isn't it great?" Geramon says while petting Ron over the head.