Shattered Sea Chronicles, Book I: Festival of the Dead

[EvolutionKB]

With the zombies continually ignoring his spear thrusts intended to distract them, Redbeard tries a different tactic. He takes his spear and thrusts it into the way of the zombies clubbing blows.

OOC: Aid another, improve Johanna's AC by 2, +0 vs AC 10

 

[pathfinderq1]

Johanna's lips peeled back wider in a fearsome snarl- it was hard to tell whether pain or frustrated fury was the cause. Her chanting continued, not quite as steady as it had been but clear nonetheless. And her long, heavy sword was as quick and fluid as ever...

OOC: AC 15, HP now 4; attacking nearest zombie at +3, damage 2d6+3

 

[Fenris]

"Lassie don't get too far ahead of my shield there. These beasties bite back ya know." Broderick cautions Johanna as he swings his axe at the corpse in front of him.

OOC:If I drop it, step forward to engage the last one


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

 

[Blarkon Dragonslayer]

May 2, 1106CR, Morning
Beneath Stonegate

Larren calls upon the power of chaos and entropy, and it flows strongly through him...but he can feel it striking a veil of pure malice. The wave of chaos seems unable to penetrate it. (Turn check 19, 4HD vs. effective 5HD bolstered undead)

Johanna seems to have been staggered more then she thought by the club's blow, as her quick blade slashes through only empty air. (Atk 5, miss)

The nameless psion gathers up the last of his reserves of power, and again that chorus of wordless voices rises to a shout in the corridor. A bolt of fire leaps from his hand, at the dead thing in front of Johanna, striking it in the chest. The creature collapses in flames at her feet. (Atk 10 hits, 10 dmg)

The last remaining walking corpse swings its club at Broderick, this time smashing the shield aside, and bashing the crude wooden club against the side of his helmet. (-7 hits Broderick)

Broderick swings his axe, despite the blood running down the side of his head, in a savage arc, that cuts the creature before him nearly in half, the shattered corpse falling in a heap. (Atk 21, 9 dmg)

As the party realizes that they've won, a voice sounds from the north, loud enough to be clearly heard. "Bar these doors! Kill anyone who approaches! The Shrine must be defended!"

There is the sound of heavy pair of portals thudding shut, and a smaller thump of a bar falling into place.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Redbeard 10/10 hp AC 15

"Great, they be ready for us, what do ye say now? Go back and get supplies and let 'em wait or push ahead in our current states? You three be hurt, and we be getting low on healin'. They be like bees in a hive, angry and defendin' thar home. I say we smoke em out, with alchemist fire that is." Redbeard picks up his shield and returns it to his arm and straps the longspear to his back.

[sblock=ooc]I'm out of spells, and can't hit the broad side of a barn with melee or ranged attacks. If we retreat for half an hour and buy some alchemist's fire, that will at least make it touch attacks. I'm not sure if we would want to expend the resources to heal Polly right now, but she is capable of decent damage as long as she doesn't get hit. The last option would be to release Polly from animal companionship and try to buy a war trained riding dog to bond with as well as some leather barding. It will have a pretty good AC and att so I could contribute that way.[/sblock]

 

[pathfinderq1]

"Great, they be ready for us, what do ye say now? Go back and get supplies and let 'em wait or push ahead in our current states? You three be hurt, and we be getting low on healin'. They be like bees in a hive, angry and defendin' thar home. I say we smoke em out, with alchemist fire that is." Redbeard picks up his shield and returns it to his arm and straps the longspear to his back.

With the latest set of opponents dispatched, a weary semblance of calm returned to Johanna's face. She looked over the bodies, then glanced down the corridor towards the now-securely fastened doors. "i don't think we're likely to get through there today. Another fight like this would probably finish us, and we're going to have a hard time with that door from the sounds of it. Maybe we should head back up top for now- if we tell those fellows from the watch about what we've seen down here, and what we've done, I bet they can keep these unholy wretches bottled up for a bit. And if nothing else, I'd wager that we've put a serious dent in their supply of zombie minions..."

OOC: We probably want to head up for now. We can rest up, and go through that pile of loot, then come back in the morning. As noted, we've put down a lot of their resources, and the watch can rpobably keep the tunnel capped. Johanna is cut up pretty badly, and we're mostly out of actual spells. We could probably make out by spreading hose potions around, but there wouldn't be much room for error... With that opinion voiced, I'm actually willing to go with a majority vote- I'm up for pressing on if somebody will part with some of their potions, and if we can think of a way through that door...

 

[Fenris]

"Aye, much as I hate to turn while we hae them holed up. They'll spend a good bit of time waiting us out as it is. Best to use that time wisely and head back. That last blow rang me bell a bit" agrees Broderick.

 

[Blarkon Dragonslayer]

May 2, 1106CR, Afternoon
Granite Badger, Stonegate

The light of a beautiful spring afternoon might have seemed incongruous after the events under the city, as might the crowd of merrymakers in the streets. The welcome the adventurers receive in the Badger is warm, though. As promised, a hearty beef stew and fresh bread is waiting, as well as strong ale and stronger wine. Olephas quickly patches up the party's hurts.

The tavern is full, though with fewer dwarves then were present for Broderick's party the night before. The crowd is more full of people in the city for the festival, and the party gets a few looks when they come in all blood-covered and battered looking. The party's rooms are ready though, as are warm water and towels.

OOC
See OOC thread for xp awards.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Redbeard

Redbeard doesn't clean up much, the blood wasn't is own, plus he really didn't care. After watching Olephas tend to his friends' wounds he says to his mentor, while chewing on a piece of bread, "I be sorry master, but I be thinkin' that Polly not be fit for fightin'. Do ye know where I be findin' a pup?"
"We be havin' a bit o' loot to sell as well. Do ye know where there be one that would be rememberin' our deeds? Perhaps a friend of yers from yer days of adventurin'?"

Redbeard then takes a seat and and begins to eat his beef stew, getting much of it around his mouth and in his beard. He looks dutifully at Larren as the lass that was doting after him last night resumes her duties. He looks at Johanna, "you gonna save some of our newly earned wealth or spend it now?"

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Nameless

With the last of his energies expended, his voice and body language becomes noticeably drained and sluggish. “By the sounds of those orders, I think it is safe to presume that we are not quit done with this ‘assignment’.” He says to the group as they make their way to their dinner table. And though he maybe physically and mental taxed, he none the less has an excited smile on his face.

OOC: EvolutionKB this might be a good time to pick up our breakfeast conversation...