The Key to Victory

[ghostcat]

Trinham looks at Moggins and says "You lost a life, your little trick almost gave me a heart attack. Anyway, that was very well done, Aver owes you a treat."

Reassessing their tactical situation, Trinham realises that there has been a massive turn around and that they are almost out of the woods, most thanks to Jareth. Being almost out of spells, Trinham decides to save his last, useful, spell for a crisis. He briefly considers using his crossbow but rapidly rejects that idea as it would mean shooting into melee and he is not that good a shot, so he might his one of the others. Instead he just waits to see what will happen next.

[sblock=OOC]Waiting to see the results of Jareth's attack before deciding on his action.[/sblock][sblock=Statblock]Defence: AC 15, HP 21/23

Attack:
Crossbow, Light +5 1d8 19-20/x2 80'
Dagger +4 1d4+1 19-20/x2
Dagger (Thrown) +5 1d4 19-20/x2 10'
Longsword +4 1d8+1 19-20/x2

Saves: Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +4

Crossbow Bolts: 30, 29, 28, ??

[b]Active Spells:[/b]
[i]Spell            Rounds Remaining[/i]

[sblock="Spell List"]Sorcerer Level 0 Spells: Daze, Detect magic, Flare, Ghost Sound, Mage Hand.
Sorcerer Level 1 Spells: Color Spray, Grease, Magic Missile
Sorcerer level 2 Spells: Protection from Arrows
[/sblock][sblock="Spells Per Day"]0 Level: (_) (_) (_) (_) (_)
1 Level: (X) (X) (X) (X) (X) (_)
2 Level: (_) (_) (_) (_)[/sblock][/sblock]

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

"I won't be so easily dismissed, Jareth," Mal hisses, with a disdainful taste in his mouth. "Besides, who says you get to have all the fun?"

Mal brings his gauntlets to bear on the last zombie standing. Striking out with precision, he throws away his defensive stance in favor of attempting to bring this last one down swiftly.

His first attack strikes home, as the zombie is hit full force in the chest, causing a layer of dust to be released from the rotting corpse. The dust manages to aid the zombie in Mal's second attack, as it misses. What is left is a mangled corpse, a large indentation on its chest with puncture wounds, and a satisfied look on Mal's face.

"Care to finish him off now?" he asks Jareth.

Spotting the ally's intentions, Mal takes a step back, allowing the zombie the chance to come to him, should it care to exact revenge. Hopefully, the awaiting chain wielder would take the advantage and remove the foe.... (Forgot that Jareth has reach, adding a 5 foot step to move one square closer to the group, and out of the zombies reach.)

 

[HolyMan]

OOC: DW go ahead and roll your attack. The zombie has 2hp and this should be over. I want to advance the thread tonight after XP and get into some RP for everyone. Thanks.

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth doesn't hesitate to flick the chain into the zombie to finish it off. "Dismissed? Was a suggestion, for your own good. You don't look like you've been doing too well." As the weapon's head spins and lashes out, Jareth's mind drifts back to a strange "conversation" a couple of days ago... That voice... The stick-up-the-ass, holier-than-thou guy from the mind-link? What the hell was his name?

As the zombie goes down, the young man spins the chain's head, incrementally shortening the length, and quickly snaps it, flicking most of the ichor from the weapon. A similar motion follows with the opposite head before he pulls out a small cloth and cleans the weapon the rest of the way as his eyes go over the rest of the people in the cavern. "So Tira, Trinham, care to tell me what's going on? Who are all these people you've managed to pick up?"

[sblock=OOC]
Will do. Y'know, you really could've rolled it yourself (or even hand-waved it) to speed things along.
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[Fangor the Fierce]

Watching the combatant, Mal nods slightly when the last foe is dispatched. "You are right in that. Our luck was not going so well, but then again, there are still more surprises to be seen. You have my thanks, Jareth, and perhaps our previous debate will not hold sway on the course we need to take. I am Mal, it is good to meet you face to face this time." He extends a hand, an offering of acceptance, and wonders if the tunnel-visioned man would take it, or scoff at him.

Mal glances about, taking in the room and making sure it was freed and clear of any more danger. He begins to inspect the contents, wondering whom else had the misfortune to become a meal to the undead. (Searching for anything worth taking, from perhaps other unfortunate souls...)

He keeps his ears open as he awaits the response from Tira and Trinham, as his aura continues to heal those that had fallen or were nearly done in. (Continuing with the healing aura)

"Allow the healing to take place, as I can mend your wounds until you are well enough to continue on. If you need more healing than that, then other avenues will have to be used," he calls out to everyone, making sure they allow themselves to heal as much as possible.

'You play a crafty game, and one that continues to change all the time, 'Emma'. And why the hell did you take her name? Of all the names you could have given...' he thinks to himself, shaking his head at the outcome of this little trek into the caves.

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

"Well I'm certainly glad you showed up, Jareth right? I'm Aver, and old friend of Trina's. And you have my thanks for pulling or collective goose from the oven as it were. And, er, well as you can see folks fighting not my speciality as such. I stab a mean groin, but alas zombies are apparently less concerned by such things. Oh and this," he gestures to the rat now perched upon his shoulder, "is my familiar - Furkiss."

Furkiss stares murderously at Jareth, though to be fiar he has few other expressions. "He says hello and thanks to, I am sure."

 

[jackslate45]

Standing straight up , Ernestine introduces herself:
"My name is Ernestine. I was returning home when suddenly a scout party from the Treylor arrived near where I was sleeping. I had to quickly hide somewhere, and found this cavern. I was able to escape from them, when I ran into those things, " pointing to the collapsed undead. "I ran away for sometime, and saw the group here. I asked for assistance, and they were able to help me out. " Looking around to the rest of the group, and bowing low, said "Thank you once again for saving my life."

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth raises an eyebrow as he takes Mal's hand. "We'll see. I'm still more concerned about Tharivol's life," he says with a hint of skepticism in his voice.

He looks around again at the others, especially the new faces. As Aver finishes, Jareth asks, "You mean Tira? And as for saving you, call it good timing and placement. Speaking of which..." his voice drifts off as he looks at the coiled chain. His eyes glow briefly as he examines the weapon.

He continues looking at the weapon while Ernestine speaks. "Another scout party? Where? How long have you been down here, anyway?"

[sblock=OOC]
Arcane Attunement for Detect Magic, focusing on my chain, but also taking a look at everyone else's stuff. If possible, just take 10 on the Spellcraft check (giving me a 25). If not, go ahead and roll for me, HM. My Spellcraft is at +15.
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[Fangor the Fierce]

"True enough, and I will do what I can to help Tharivol," he answers, taking Jareth's hand and turns to Ernestine, wondering as much about this other scouting party as Jareth.

 

[jackslate45]

"For at least a month, maybe more." Ern states. She pulls out her shirt out of the pants, and shows the group a stomach that has seemed to have lost a lot of weight in a short time. Looking carefully, you can also tell that the clothes are lot less form fitting than they should be, being tied back by bits of cloth. Ern puts her shirt back in and continues, "Thankfully, I was able to find a steady source of water. Food was a little more scarce, and I have been feeding mostly on rats and plants. Therefore, I do not know if the Treylor are still around or not."