stonegod's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft: Ch. III [IC] (Completed)

[EvolutionKB]

Avron pulls a vial of holy water from his belt. "You can fight? Of course, course you can fight! Let me bless you my son!" Avron pops the lid on the vial, pouring some in his hand and flinging it at the man.

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tessa remained near the back of the group, her attention mostly focused on the way behind them. The dark water gave her a chill, on both a physical and an emotional level, and she had confidence that the others could handle whatever madness the poor prisoner might be suffering from.

Something within her mind kept struggling, a voice which kept calling out for fire to keep the chill and the murky filth of the waters away. For now, she kept that voice under a semblance of control, and continued to watch the passage behind them, alert for any signs of something sneaking up on them...

 

[s@squ@tch]

Marot

Marot gave thought to teleporting into the man's cage to grab him then return, but then rethought that idea.

The floating dead nearby gave him more reasons than not to play this situation with a bit more care and foresight.

Instead, he takes aim at one of the floating corpses and sends a blast of energy surging towards it.

"Have at thee vile floaty-thingy!"

OOC: Spirit Blast at closest floating corpse +9 ranged touch, 4d6+4 damage

 

[DEFCON 1]

After seeing the results of Avron's "blessing"... if nothing untowards occurs to Emil in the cell, Jarrith sloshes up to the cell door, pulls forth his tools, and begins picking the lock of the cell. "You want to fight, eh? Well, as you make your way out of this castle, you'll most certainly get your wish."

Once the door pops open, Jarrith turns to the others and says "Khensu and I will escort this gentleman up and out of the castle. Make your way to where you're going, and we'll meet up with you soon."

If the man tries to object and say that he wants to go with us, Jarrith frowns at him and shakes his head. "We are not babysitters. You have no weapons, no armor, and have spent two days submerged in sludgey water. You are of no use to us. We'll get you safely out of the castle... but then I suggest you go home to your family. They are probably worried sick."

 

[stonegod]

Ashlyn barely pays the villager any heed as her attention is captured by the undead 'corpses' in the cells. She takes the crossbow hanging from her belt and loads it, before taking careful aim and firing at the 'corpse' floating in the nearest cell.

Marot gave thought to teleporting into the man's cage to grab him then return, but then rethought that idea.
Instead, he takes aim at one of the floating corpses and sends a blast of energy surging towards it.

The 'corpses' remain still until Ashlyn's first bolt hits it, then they groan to unlife. But the dead flesh is little more than soaked meat, and the bolts does little. [DR] Marot's bolt is more effective, striking true at they thrash in futiity in their watery cages. [Hits, does some damage. It will be noisy but easy to eventually destroy them both with holy bolts; let me know if that's the wish]

Avron pulls a vial of holy water from his belt. "You can fight? Of course, course you can fight! Let me bless you my son!" Avron pops the lid on the vial, pouring some in his hand and flinging it at the man.

The man is surprised, but does not flinch and neither is harmed by the extra water. He looks at Avron as if he was mad... which is rather insightful for the villager.

After seeing the results of Avron's "blessing"... if nothing untowards occurs to Emil in the cell, Jarrith sloshes up to the cell door, pulls forth his tools, and begins picking the lock of the cell. "You want to fight, eh? Well, as you make your way out of this castle, you'll most certainly get your wish."

Once the door pops open, Jarrith turns to the others and says "Khensu and I will escort this gentleman up and out of the castle. Make your way to where you're going, and we'll meet up with you soon."

Freed, Emil shakes his head at the Stalker's suggestion. "I am no weakling, stranger, and would have my vengeance on that witch-woman. A sword or a bow is all I would need, and I would need it if you wish to leave me defenseless in the dangerous woods." True to his word, Jarith does notice the man's large calloused hands to bespeak his training with weapons.

 

[Stormwind]

The 'corpses' remain still until Ashlyn's first bolt hits it, then they groan to unlife. But the dead flesh is little more than soaked meat, and the bolts does little. Marot's bolt is more effective, striking true at they thrash in futiity in their watery cages.

Ashlyn frowns at the lack of impact her crossbow bolts seem to have, but she nods in approval as Marot's magic tears into the dead flesh. As she replaces the crossbow at her waist and draws her sword in its place, she encourages Marot, "I'll keep watch whilst you destroy those things"

Ashlyn then moves back to the doorway, noting the presence of the now freed villager, but otherwise leaving him for Jarrith to handle as she keeps watch.

 

[renau1g]

Ravika will stand watch with Ashlyn while the others complete their task of destroying the corpses. She still wasn't sure how she felt about the man, but left it to the leaders of this expedition to determine.

 

[stonegod]

The zombies are soon destroyed, their trashing echoing down the hall. Nothing, however, comes to investigate.

OOC: Waiting for the final decision on Emil.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Marot

"Ha HAH!" Marot yells as he continues to send the holy bolts at the hapless undead.

"Pew Pew Pew!"

"Its like shooting arrows at fish in a barrel!"

 

[EvolutionKB]

"Ha HAH!" Marot yells as he continues to send the holy bolts at the hapless undead.

"Pew Pew Pew!"

"Its like shooting arrows at fish in a barrel!"

"Yes, but it's more like stabbing a roasted duck over a fire!" Avron hands the former prisoner his silver-tipped spear.

"Take this or burn in the Abyss! Ha ha, he, har, he, huh?"