Shattered Sea Chronicles, Book I: Festival of the Dead

[Blarkon Dragonslayer]

May 2, 1106CR, Morning
Beneath Stonegate

Larren moves up with the graceful speed he's proven to have in the past. His crossbow bolt, however, flies wide of the mark, sparking off the stone wall of the hallway. (Atk 7, miss)

Johanna drinks down the potion, feeling the warmth of healing go through her (+8 hp Johanna), as she steps up.

The nameless psion takes careful aim with his crossbow, and fires, the bolt sticking into the shoulder of the first of the shambling things. (Atk 20, dmg 1-5=0) However, it seems to be having no effect on the thing, just sort of sticking out of the mass of dead flesh.

The creatures lumber forward, slowly, covering 30' of the distance between them and the group.

Broderick advances, axe ready, taking a chop at the same one the nameless psion shot. (Atk 23, Dmg 11) The axe blade sinks deep, but doesn't seem to slow the thing down much.

Redbeard collects the longspear, and makes his way up to stand behind Broderick, spear advanced over the dwarf's armored shoulder.

OOC
Order of Initiative: Larren, Johanna, Nameless, Zombies, Broderick, Redbeard


Situation:
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[EvolutionKB]

Redbeard 10/10 hp AC 13

Redbeard holds his spear thrusting wildly, trying to distract the zombies so Broderick can get the telling blow.

[sblock]Aid another action to give Broderick a +2 to hit, +0 vs AC 10[/sblock]

 

[pathfinderq1]

Reinvigorated by the potion's effects, Johanna was once more ready for a fight. Even as she started forward, her voice rose in a steady war-chant- not the wild howling she had made earlier, but rather a driving, rousing battle song. Then she set to work with her greatsword again...

OOC: AC 15, HP now 11; move action to step up next to Broderick, Standard action to attack the nearest available opponent. Attack +3, damage 2d6+3

 

[Imerak]

Larren curses. "Will I ever hit with this?" Deciding to give it another go, he steps to the right and lets loose with another bolt.

 

[Blarkon Dragonslayer]

May 2, 1106CR, Morning
Beneath Stonegate

Larren's frustration seems to hurt his aim, rather then help, as the bolt snaps past his target, clattering off the far wall. (Atk 7 Miss)

Johanna presses past the cleric, her war-song echoing in the close confines of the hallway, her blade flashing as she strikes...unfortunately, the walking dead creature doesn't duck the way she expected a foe to, and her blow is a clean miss. (Atk 6 Miss)

The nameless psion looks over the situation, and the sound of a bizarre chorus, rising to a mighty shout of raw sound, briefly drowns out Johanna's war-song, as a flaming bolt leaps from his fingers, slamming into the chest of the creature aiming it's club at Johanna. The creature's chest burns, but it remains upright. (Atk 18 Hit, 10 dmg)

The dead thing facing Broderick swings a crude club at the mighty dwarf, the club easily deflected by a raised shield. Johanna is not quite so lucky, a crude club catching her a blow on the arm (-3 hp Johanna)

Broderick's axe chops into the thing he faces, and this time it collapses, the dark energies fading from it's eyes. (Atk 16, 11 dmg). Turning the heavy axe, he brings it back across, chopping at the one in front of Johanna. Again the axe-blade sinks deep, and the burnt thing collapses at the barbarian's feet. (Atk 11, 13 dmg)

Redbeard's spear continues to jab over Broderick's muscular shoulder, but the dead seem to be ignoring the shiny point. (Atk 5, Miss)



OOC
Order of Initiative: Larren, Johanna, Nameless, Zombies, Broderick, Redbeard


Situation:
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[EvolutionKB]

Redbeard 10/10 hp AC 13

"Arr," Redbeard mutters, as some gore from the fallen zombies splatters on his arm, "ye smell nearly as bad as ye look." Redbeard thinks that Broderick can handle himself and turns to help Johanna strike them down.

OOC: Aid another, +0, Aid another vs AC 10 to help Johanna gain +2 attack

 

[Fenris]

"Oh ho, it's axe work in the front!" cries Broderick as he steps forward to the next rank of zombies.

AC 19
HP 10/13
Attack +4, 1d10+3/20x3

 

[pathfinderq1]

Johanna barely flinched at the zombie's blow, and her chanting hardly seemed to slow. Without pausing, she stepped forward over the creature's that Broderick had so effectively struck down, then swung her greatsword at one of the remaining undead.

OOC: AC 15, HP now 8; 5 foot step forward, then SA attack at +3, damage 2d6+3

 

[Blarkon Dragonslayer]

May 2, 1106CR, Morning
Beneath Stonegate

Larren calms a bit, taking more careful aim, and firing at the one of the zombies before Broderick can close with it. His bolt strikes true, but doesn't really seem to hurt the dead thing much. (Atk 11 hit, 6 - 5 = 1 dmg)

Johanna moves up, her blade flashing, war chant clearly ringing in the hallway, and her blade comes down in an arc that might have neatly bisected a living foe...but the dead thing just staggers, and keeps on coming. (Atk 22 hit, 7 dmg)

The nameless psion takes aim again with his own crossbow, and fires at the dead thing in front of Broderick, but his bolt clatters uselessly from the wall. (Atk 9 miss)

The dead thing opposite Broderick steps forward, swinging its crude club, but again the dwarf's shield deflects the attack. Johanna's blade is a touch too slow to stop the swing of a corpse's club, and it catches her shoulder with a thud. (-4 hits Johanna)

Broderick's axe, in a beautifully timed blow, slams into the chest of the walking corpse, but the eldritch magic animating it holds, and the thing keeps swinging it's weapon. (Atk 24, 8 dmg)

Redbeard's spear shifts to stabbing past Johanna, but the dead still seem to be largely ignoring it. (Atk 2, Miss)



OOC
Order of Initiative: Larren, Johanna, Nameless, Zombies, Broderick, Redbeard


Situation:
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[Imerak]

Larren lowers his crossbow, happy to finally get a hit but not so thrilled at the lack of impact. "Weird... some of those blows should have been enough to drop them. It looks like we aren't dealing with your garden-variety undead here. Chaos, aid me!" Larren channels power through his holy symbol once again, trying to turn the remaining undead.

OOC:Turning check +1, AC 16, HP 2/9