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

Aaman

Aaman sighs, "It's true, they're fighting zombies ahead of us. I've no real combat skills and my spells are all tapped. I feel so worthless... if only we could get outdoors."
 

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Tanarel takes a swing at the zombie in front of him, but like a drunken master, the zombie escapes the blow.

Morn makes another flurry at his opponent. The first attack lands a hit in the chest and breaks the undead a bit more, but it still stands. The second attack attempt misses.

The old man turns his head towards the sound of Sydney's voice to reply. "My name... my name... oh it has been so long since I have heard my own name, but if I recall exactly it was Gorgo. Yes... Gorgo. I was once a valet of Zanzer. 50 years ago, Zanzer chained me to this golden ball for trying to steal some treasure. I have been a prisoner here ever since." The old man shakes his skinny, manacled leg tiresomly. "I do not remember how they had gotten this golden ball attached to my leg. So many years wandering the room of what I can and cannot remember of my old life..." Gorgo then drifts off into memories.

Z3 slams into Morn after the monk misses. The old, decaying body hits decently and did not break a body part that time. [Morn is at 7 HP.]

Z4's torso wiggles on the floor getting nowhere, but it's lower body, which still stands as if it had a torso still attached to it, tries to slam into Tanarel. The attack misses and causes the legs to trip to the ground.

Axel ignores the room in which the fighting is in, and travels to the doorway of the room with Sydney, Lucian, and Gorgo. "Who is this old geezer?" Axel asks still rubbing the back of his head.

Celpher gets rid of his crossbow for the moment and switches to whip. The dwarf forces his whip between his comrades and attempts to trip Z3, but misses the creature.

End Of Second Round
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Beginning Of Third Round

The wolf waits impatiently behind the two fighters, making menacing sounds towards the zombies.

Initiative:
Wolf
Tanarel
Morn
Geramon
Sydney
Lucian
Gorgo
Zombies
Axel
Celpher
Aaman
Raven
 

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"Before I forget, the cook had some interesting things to say about our old time favorite Axel, but you didn't hear that from me." Geramon says smiling.
 

Tanarel takes another swing at the Walking dead. After he has swung he takes a step back so that the wolf can carry out its attack.

[Roll] 15 + 3 + ? Magical = 18+? [/Roll]
[Damage] 3 + 2 (Strenght) + ? (Magical) = 5+? [/Damage]
 

Raven's eyes & ears quickly orient towards the sounds of fighting. Her hands play over her armor & weapons as she politely listens to Geramon. She does smile & gently pet the weasle when it emerges.

"Thank you friend Geramon. We must continue this conversation. For now, or course, my place is in combat."

Raven will move forward & attempt to engage the zombies.

"Ho! Coming through!"
 

Sydney Halehearth

Sydney turns to Axel, "Seems we've found a fellow "guest" of Zanzer. Unfortunately, his restraint it attached by some means other than mechanical. If you could please go ask Geramon to come here and take a look at this, it could help speed up our exit from this place."

Sydney then returns his tools to his pack and his attention back to Gorgo. "Do you remember anything of this place, the way out perhaps?"
 

Morn's first attack misses horribly (3), his right fist going past the head of the Zombie. In order to compensate for his lost fighting stance, he twirls his body around and kicks the zombie in the middle of the torso with his left leg (18, 7 damage).

He returns to fighting stance, and from that to a meditative pose if all opponents are vanquished.

"Those without will cannot justly harm those who are of strong mind, since they are stagnant on the path of improvement." Morn says. Looking at what the zombie inficted however, he adds "I think that saying has a core truth, but its meaning was far more powerful in the monastery than it will ever be when fighting undead. However mindless they are, I will be just as mindless when my wounds become too grievous."
 

Lucian Fellheath

Lucian crouches down to examine the golden ball more carefully. He checks the heft of the ball, trying to determine if it could really be solid gold.

"I say again, a most extravagant burden. From your tale, may I take it that you would not be too averse to a course of action somewhat opposed to the welfare of Zanzer Tem? My friends and I wish to undertake just such a course, achieving freedom for ourselves, hopefully at the cost of a maximum of inconvenience to our mutual captor."
 

After the attack from Tanarel, Z4's foul body remains motionless, empty of the undead life. The warrior then moves to the back.

Z3 is also destroyed by Morn's powerful kick, breaking into many pieces.

End Of Combat
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Total Experience So Far:

Tanarel: 637
Morn: 453
Geramon: 420
Sydney: 450
Lucian: 450
Celpher: 267
Aaman: 330
Raven: 450

Raven arrives to find the enemy fallen.

Axel takes a spit onto the stone floor then answers, "I'm sick of that wizard. Always complaining. I ain't going to bother with that fool anymore.

Gorgo walks slowly towards his cot, dragging the burdening ball and chain. He sits down and tries to think back. "Oh... there were two ways out of this place if I remember right. *cough* *cough* There was the main entrance and... some other way, I can't remember." The blind man then rubs his burdened shin. "Oh... please find a way to get this off. Too many times have I wandered this room, wanting to breath fresh air again..." Gorgo gives a thoughtful smile as a reply to Lucian.

To Lucian, the ball is heavy, weighing about 50 pounds in his hands, but it is unclear as to whether this is solid gold or not.

Gorgo continues, "I did manage to steal a pearl necklace successfully from Zanzer, but I dropped it in this room somewhere and cannot find it. I do not believe any of the guards have been in here since then. Perhaps one of you, with your young eyes, might be able to find it for me? *cough* *cough* "
 

Lucian Fellheath

Lucian considers the ball. "Even if we cannot remove this yet, someone in our group may be strong enough to carry this and let you walk more easily."

Lucian's gaze darted about the room, looking for some sign of the just-mentioned pearl necklace. Something about this was bothering him, but he wasn't sure just what.

(OOC: Sense Motive check?)
 

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