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"Out of the Frying Pan" - Book I: Gathering Wood (reprise)
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<blockquote data-quote="el-remmen" data-source="post: 72746" data-attributes="member: 11"><p><strong>Session #8 (part IV)</strong></p><p></p><p>Ratchis, Beorth and Kazrack moved to the stairs to intercept the zombies. Kazrack took the very bottom of the stairs, while Beorth and Ratchis set themselves up along the stairs so that they could attack at their legs when they came into reach. Jeremy got his crossbow ready, while Jana stood by one of the sarcophagi and lit the sconce near it. Chance moved into a far corner, as far away from zombies as he could get. </p><p></p><p>The zombies hobbled awkwardly down the stairs. Ratchis slammed one with is quarterstaff, knocking it into Beorth’s waiting sword. The zombie unphased by pain and tendons hanging loose from its legs, continued walking right into the blade of Kazrack’s halberd, even as it tried to reach for the dwarf. It was the same zombie in the high collared velvet frock coat that they had fought before, but his hat was now askew, and drooping from rainwater. It continued to try to reach him, as more zombies piled in from behind, not heeding the danger. Ratchis and Beorth struck fiercely at two more, as the line of undead became jammed on the narrow steps. The zombies cared nothing for danger or height, and began to simple walk off the edge of the steps plummeting atop Beorth and Ratchis. </p><p></p><p>They quickly made it to their feet, but not before the zombies had ripped some the very skin from their flesh with their hardened hands and nails. The zombies clamber to their feet, but Beorth and Ratchis struck quickly. Ratchis’ stopped moving, but another fell off the steps to take his place. Meanwhile, even more zombies made their way down the stairs, nearly overwhelming Kazrack. But the dwarf rallied, as more zombies toppled over to get at the paladin and the follower of Nephthys. The dwarf cut a swath through the zombies remaining on the stairs and ran up to meet more coming down. However, at that moment, Jana called out. And Chance’s voice was heard above the cacophony to cry, “What in tha nam of Bes is that?!?” </p><p></p><p>An incorporeal hand bathed in green light, floated up behind Beorth and began going forward to touch him. He moved to get out of the way, but the zombie to his side made it difficult to dodge, and he felt the hand’s icy touch, feeling a painful chill down to his bones. He shook of the cold, but it left him feeling worn down. Jana came up behind one of the zombies attacking Ratchis and gave it a hard blow with he club knocking it down. Meanwhile, Jeremy had been taking pot-shots on the zombies on the stairs, even those bolts that hit them, did not slow them down at all. Now only two zombies remained, but the ghostly hand attacked Beorth twice more and twice more and twice more he felt the bitter cold that wounded him deeply. He swung at the hand, and the blade of his sword went right through it with no effect. Beorth felt the undead hands grab him again from behind, and he almost fell off his feet, and he painfully tore himself out of the creature’s grasp and stepped away to swing a deathly blow with his long sword, cleaving deeply into the thing’s skull. Grey matter and blue embalming fluid erupted from the wound splattering on Ratchis, Jana and other zombies. Beorth turned back around in time to see Jeremy take a running leap up and over the large sarcophagus and go for stairs to aid Kazrack, but he also saw a terrifying sight </p><p></p><p>The hand had disappeared, but the lid of the blue lacquered sarcophagus burst open and from it emerged a tall figured wrapped in the white stains strips of cloth of a mummified corpse. It’s eyes were deep set as if it’s the flesh of its face had desiccated leaving only a graying skull, but red eyes burning with hatred glimmered there. </p><p></p><p>“Bes protect us!” Chance cried. </p><p></p><p>“I will feast on your souls and you bodies will remain behind to serve me,” the mummy-thing said. </p><p></p><p>“Oh my god - It can talk!” cried Jeremy from where he spotted it on the stairs, but he continued towards where Kazrack was stepping over the body of zombie he had torn in half with his halberd. </p><p></p><p>Beorth walked towards it with his sword raised, while Ratchis finished off his last zombie. He turned into to see the creature pummel Beorth with his bandaged hands knotted in a double fist. Beorth stumbled backward, as Kazrack appeared on the steps above and behind the mummy-thing. It seemed to sense him and stepped back beneath the steps. Ratchis let loose with a bottle of the holy water, but misjudged and the bottle shattered open in the sarcophagus the creature emerged from. </p><p></p><p>“Well, at least I sanctified his home, so maybe he can’t go back in there,” Ratchis said, with optimism. </p><p></p><p>“You will pay for that sacrilege,” the mummy-thing said, its voice seemed distant and scratchy as if spoken through great constant pain. </p><p></p><p>Above Jeremy passed Kazrack and positioned himself for shot at the thing with his crossbow, while the dwarf pulled out a bottle of oil and readied it. Ratchis tried a javelin, which the thing stepped deftly out of the way from. He stepped forward and Jana came over from behind Ratchis and around Beorth and with a word of magic pointed finger at the thing and a ray of green light struck it directly in the chest. </p><p></p><p>It merely looked at here and spoke in that unnerving voice that tapped each rib as if they were exposed and his words were an icicle, “Is that the best you have?” And with that, it fired the same exact kind of ray at Beorth. The laughter that followed was chilling, but fortunately, Beorth was able to shake off the debilitating effect. Kazrack seized his chance and smashed the ceramic oil flask over the mummy-thing’s head and shoulder, causing oil to spill down his arm and chest. </p><p></p><p>The creature roared as Ratchis let loose with another javelin. Beorth pulled out his bottle of holy water and passed it to Jana, and as Ratchis charged the mummy thing. </p><p></p><p>“Corvosa!” the thing said as it pointed at Ratchis, and for a second the half-orc felt a cloud come over his mind, but the aura of courage and free-will that surrounded him by the grace of Nephthys (71) allowed him to shake it off, and his attack was not interrupted. </p><p></p><p>Kazrack dropped a torch upon the mummy, and a curtain of flame exploded from it. The scream it let loose sent a near-paralyzing fear through the party, but Kazrack began to run down the stairs to join the fray, while Ratchis took a swipe with his large hunting knife, feeling the blow of the mummy’s strength, as a burning arm came crashing down on his shoulder. The flames burned the tall woodsman, but he did not retreat, instead he swung again and the mummy-thing’s hand at the forearm came flying off, sending a spray of ichor around the room. </p><p></p><p>Beorth teetered on the edge of unconsciousness from his wounds, but Jana stepped forward to get line of sight to fling the holy water, when suddenly Chance charged from the corners with an attempted blow from his short sword into the creature’s back. Chance’s own enthusiasm worked against him, as he over shot his target, and the thing turned quickly striking Chance with a single heavy blow which sent the red-headed young man tumbling away and gasping for breath. </p><p></p><p>It seemed that the flames would not spread and began to die down, leaving a blacked stain around the creature’s neck and chest. Kazrack made it down the steps and Jan let loose with the holy water vial. The glass smashed on the creature’s head, and where the water touched him, steam rose and again it cried out, and charged right for Jana – With a single blow she was on the ground, bleeding to death. Kazrack came around the mummy-thing, flanking it with Ratchis’ help, but suffered the blow of the thing’s stump as he got into position, groaning loudly as the weight came down on him. </p><p></p><p>Chance crawled over to Jana and began to try to bind her wounds, and Jeremy came bounding down the stairs. Ratchis and Kazrack traded blows with the thing, and twice more it struck Kazrack with all its undead might, until the dwarf’s face was bruised and he looked like he could barely stand. </p><p></p><p>Ratchis stood back and called to his goddess, “Nephthys, please fill me with your healing light so that I may triumph over this being of evil!” But even as his wounds began to close of their own accord, Kazrack shoved his halberd blade into the mummy-thing’s chest, and with a fierce jerking motion to the left and then right, the coils of cloth began to fall away with the weight of absorbed ichor. The mummy stumbled, and fell to its knees, and as Kazrack lifted his pole-arm for its killing blow, “I may fall, but fear followers of Anubis. Fear! For his son will rise and all righteous shall go astray!” </p><p></p><p>And with that it crumbled into a pile of bandages and dust. </p><p>The chamber was silent, and the party stood still filled with the terror of the creature’s presence. </p><p></p><p><strong>End of Session #8</strong></p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p><strong>Notes</strong></p><p></p><p>(71) Friars of Nephthys are surrounded by an aura which grants a +2 resistance bonus to mind-effecting spells and effects.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="el-remmen, post: 72746, member: 11"] [b]Session #8 (part IV)[/b] Ratchis, Beorth and Kazrack moved to the stairs to intercept the zombies. Kazrack took the very bottom of the stairs, while Beorth and Ratchis set themselves up along the stairs so that they could attack at their legs when they came into reach. Jeremy got his crossbow ready, while Jana stood by one of the sarcophagi and lit the sconce near it. Chance moved into a far corner, as far away from zombies as he could get. The zombies hobbled awkwardly down the stairs. Ratchis slammed one with is quarterstaff, knocking it into Beorth’s waiting sword. The zombie unphased by pain and tendons hanging loose from its legs, continued walking right into the blade of Kazrack’s halberd, even as it tried to reach for the dwarf. It was the same zombie in the high collared velvet frock coat that they had fought before, but his hat was now askew, and drooping from rainwater. It continued to try to reach him, as more zombies piled in from behind, not heeding the danger. Ratchis and Beorth struck fiercely at two more, as the line of undead became jammed on the narrow steps. The zombies cared nothing for danger or height, and began to simple walk off the edge of the steps plummeting atop Beorth and Ratchis. They quickly made it to their feet, but not before the zombies had ripped some the very skin from their flesh with their hardened hands and nails. The zombies clamber to their feet, but Beorth and Ratchis struck quickly. Ratchis’ stopped moving, but another fell off the steps to take his place. Meanwhile, even more zombies made their way down the stairs, nearly overwhelming Kazrack. But the dwarf rallied, as more zombies toppled over to get at the paladin and the follower of Nephthys. The dwarf cut a swath through the zombies remaining on the stairs and ran up to meet more coming down. However, at that moment, Jana called out. And Chance’s voice was heard above the cacophony to cry, “What in tha nam of Bes is that?!?” An incorporeal hand bathed in green light, floated up behind Beorth and began going forward to touch him. He moved to get out of the way, but the zombie to his side made it difficult to dodge, and he felt the hand’s icy touch, feeling a painful chill down to his bones. He shook of the cold, but it left him feeling worn down. Jana came up behind one of the zombies attacking Ratchis and gave it a hard blow with he club knocking it down. Meanwhile, Jeremy had been taking pot-shots on the zombies on the stairs, even those bolts that hit them, did not slow them down at all. Now only two zombies remained, but the ghostly hand attacked Beorth twice more and twice more and twice more he felt the bitter cold that wounded him deeply. He swung at the hand, and the blade of his sword went right through it with no effect. Beorth felt the undead hands grab him again from behind, and he almost fell off his feet, and he painfully tore himself out of the creature’s grasp and stepped away to swing a deathly blow with his long sword, cleaving deeply into the thing’s skull. Grey matter and blue embalming fluid erupted from the wound splattering on Ratchis, Jana and other zombies. Beorth turned back around in time to see Jeremy take a running leap up and over the large sarcophagus and go for stairs to aid Kazrack, but he also saw a terrifying sight The hand had disappeared, but the lid of the blue lacquered sarcophagus burst open and from it emerged a tall figured wrapped in the white stains strips of cloth of a mummified corpse. It’s eyes were deep set as if it’s the flesh of its face had desiccated leaving only a graying skull, but red eyes burning with hatred glimmered there. “Bes protect us!” Chance cried. “I will feast on your souls and you bodies will remain behind to serve me,” the mummy-thing said. “Oh my god - It can talk!” cried Jeremy from where he spotted it on the stairs, but he continued towards where Kazrack was stepping over the body of zombie he had torn in half with his halberd. Beorth walked towards it with his sword raised, while Ratchis finished off his last zombie. He turned into to see the creature pummel Beorth with his bandaged hands knotted in a double fist. Beorth stumbled backward, as Kazrack appeared on the steps above and behind the mummy-thing. It seemed to sense him and stepped back beneath the steps. Ratchis let loose with a bottle of the holy water, but misjudged and the bottle shattered open in the sarcophagus the creature emerged from. “Well, at least I sanctified his home, so maybe he can’t go back in there,” Ratchis said, with optimism. “You will pay for that sacrilege,” the mummy-thing said, its voice seemed distant and scratchy as if spoken through great constant pain. Above Jeremy passed Kazrack and positioned himself for shot at the thing with his crossbow, while the dwarf pulled out a bottle of oil and readied it. Ratchis tried a javelin, which the thing stepped deftly out of the way from. He stepped forward and Jana came over from behind Ratchis and around Beorth and with a word of magic pointed finger at the thing and a ray of green light struck it directly in the chest. It merely looked at here and spoke in that unnerving voice that tapped each rib as if they were exposed and his words were an icicle, “Is that the best you have?” And with that, it fired the same exact kind of ray at Beorth. The laughter that followed was chilling, but fortunately, Beorth was able to shake off the debilitating effect. Kazrack seized his chance and smashed the ceramic oil flask over the mummy-thing’s head and shoulder, causing oil to spill down his arm and chest. The creature roared as Ratchis let loose with another javelin. Beorth pulled out his bottle of holy water and passed it to Jana, and as Ratchis charged the mummy thing. “Corvosa!” the thing said as it pointed at Ratchis, and for a second the half-orc felt a cloud come over his mind, but the aura of courage and free-will that surrounded him by the grace of Nephthys (71) allowed him to shake it off, and his attack was not interrupted. Kazrack dropped a torch upon the mummy, and a curtain of flame exploded from it. The scream it let loose sent a near-paralyzing fear through the party, but Kazrack began to run down the stairs to join the fray, while Ratchis took a swipe with his large hunting knife, feeling the blow of the mummy’s strength, as a burning arm came crashing down on his shoulder. The flames burned the tall woodsman, but he did not retreat, instead he swung again and the mummy-thing’s hand at the forearm came flying off, sending a spray of ichor around the room. Beorth teetered on the edge of unconsciousness from his wounds, but Jana stepped forward to get line of sight to fling the holy water, when suddenly Chance charged from the corners with an attempted blow from his short sword into the creature’s back. Chance’s own enthusiasm worked against him, as he over shot his target, and the thing turned quickly striking Chance with a single heavy blow which sent the red-headed young man tumbling away and gasping for breath. It seemed that the flames would not spread and began to die down, leaving a blacked stain around the creature’s neck and chest. Kazrack made it down the steps and Jan let loose with the holy water vial. The glass smashed on the creature’s head, and where the water touched him, steam rose and again it cried out, and charged right for Jana – With a single blow she was on the ground, bleeding to death. Kazrack came around the mummy-thing, flanking it with Ratchis’ help, but suffered the blow of the thing’s stump as he got into position, groaning loudly as the weight came down on him. Chance crawled over to Jana and began to try to bind her wounds, and Jeremy came bounding down the stairs. Ratchis and Kazrack traded blows with the thing, and twice more it struck Kazrack with all its undead might, until the dwarf’s face was bruised and he looked like he could barely stand. Ratchis stood back and called to his goddess, “Nephthys, please fill me with your healing light so that I may triumph over this being of evil!” But even as his wounds began to close of their own accord, Kazrack shoved his halberd blade into the mummy-thing’s chest, and with a fierce jerking motion to the left and then right, the coils of cloth began to fall away with the weight of absorbed ichor. The mummy stumbled, and fell to its knees, and as Kazrack lifted his pole-arm for its killing blow, “I may fall, but fear followers of Anubis. Fear! For his son will rise and all righteous shall go astray!” And with that it crumbled into a pile of bandages and dust. The chamber was silent, and the party stood still filled with the terror of the creature’s presence. [b]End of Session #8[/b] -------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Notes[/b] (71) Friars of Nephthys are surrounded by an aura which grants a +2 resistance bonus to mind-effecting spells and effects. [/QUOTE]
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