Shattered Sea Chronicles, Book I: Festival of the Dead

Larren grins as he sees his enemies go down. It won't be long now... mind you, I'd best not get overconfident. Trying to see through the smoke, he loads his crossbow once again and fires off at one of the dark priests.

[sblock="OOC:"]AC 18, hp 15, ranged attack +3[/sblock]
 

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May 3, 1106CR, Afternoon
beneath Stonegate

Jillian steps back to the edge of the mist, bow ready, and fires just as both priests rise, screaming imprecations to Malice, dark glowing hands reaching towards Broderick. Unfortunately her arrow misses wide, in part because she is taking care to miss the dwarf. (3 miss)

Both of the glowing hands find their mark, and the power of Malice flows into Broderick's frame. He is able to resist some of it through sheer dwarven stubbornness, but he is still chilled through. (-7 hp Broderick)

Johanna's blade chops into the remaining zombie, yet the undead thing remains standing. (18 hits, 9 dmg)

Broderick's axe comes around in a clean arc, chopping down one of the somewhat singed priests, then neatly reversing and cutting down the other. (18 hits, 13 dmg, 21 cleave, 6 dmg)

In the next moments, Larren, Redbeard, and Pauli finish off the zombie neatly, leaving the group in firm possession of the hallway.
 

Redbeard 10/10 hp AC 15

Redbeard waddles over to where Broderick is standing over the dead priests. Redbeard slaps Broderick on the back, "Nice job with the axe. You be wantin' some bacon?" Redbeard pulls out the bacon from his belt pouch that he stored there some days ago, and begins to munch on it, chewing hungrily. "There be more carrion here somewhere. They probably be cowering in the darkness. We can take care of 'em. Let us be checkin' out that door," Redbeard nods toward the door on the side of the chamber, "Jillian, why don't ye be checkin' that door out, we won't want to be fishin' each other out of 'nother pit."


[sblock=ooc]I am not sure if we are done with combat/the chapter, but I am saving the CLW to expend in case I need to summon a combatant, until I have a better idea that this place is empty.[/sblock]
 


Broderick grunts his agreement to Redbeard "There be little trouble a big axe can't make go away" and accompanies Jillian to the door in case of other trouble.

HP:6/22
AC 18
Attack +6, 1d10+3/20x3
 

Larren hastily rushes to the rest of the party. "Let's keep moving," he urges, having apparently undergone a change of heart. "Come on! There can't be many more of them!"
 

Imerak said:
Larren hastily rushes to the rest of the party. "Let's keep moving," he urges, having apparently undergone a change of heart. "Come on! There can't be many more of them!"

"Indeed," Johanna said with a nod, as she looked towards the shadowy opening at the room's far end. "I think we have some work still ahead of us, though the odds should now be in our favor." She moved forward, towards the shadow-wreathed doorway, and her voice rose in forceful tones. "If there is anyone else back there, we call upon you to surrender, and place yourself at the mercy of lawful justice. If you refuse, we will deal with you as harshly as we have dealt with your minions- and Broderick's axe is harsh indeed..."
 

May 3, 1106CR
beneath Stonegate

The words of the adventurers arent answered, and eventually the group moves forward, through the darkness, which turns out to cover about ten feet, before fading away like smoke. What is revealed behind the darkness can be smelled even before they exit the supernatural shadow. The room is quite large, and at it's center is a iron brazier large enough to roast a side of beef in. Crackling in the brazier is a flame of ebon fire, roaring without fuel, and without heat.

The room around the brazier is a charnel house. Blood stains the stone floors, and a few skeletal and partially decayed limbs are scattered about. The only obvious other way out of the room is a open oaken door, directly across from the archway they entered through. Dimly lit by torches, the narrow hallway beyond stretches some distance before fading into shadow.

Piled casually in one corner of the room is a mound of discarded clothing, and minor personal effects. It looks as if it has been rooted through fairly often. Four long crates stand open by the pile of clothing, each crate's interior blood-stained as well. In one crate is the nude body of a man in fairly good shape, save for the fact that his neck has been obviously snapped.
 

Broderick sniffs at the air and wrinkles his nose. "Fool's fouled up the clean underground smell down here."
Broderick heads over to the open door, shield and axe at the ready, and peers down the dark corridor with his dwarven eyes so used to dark passages.
 

Jillian Wolfrunner : Female Elf Rogue 2

Jillian goes about her job of searching the entire room for anything out of place as well as for any items of interest.
 

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