Valley of the Dead: Chapter 2 "Home of the sleepless"

[Myth and Legend]

When there is no more Negative Enregy animating the undead hulk, the remains begin to rapidly decompose. Ripping up holes in the body allows for putrid vapors and splashes of yellow pus and rotted bodily fluids to spill outward with abundance. If the stench had been unpleasant before, right now it became nauseating.

A mixture of rotted innards, black and nearly cauterized blood squirting from an oversized liver turned black and all manner of yellow and brown muck of unknown but certainly unpleasant origins cover Zinerath's hands right up to the shoulders, and bits of rotted flesh get underneath his nails and stick across his garments and some even land on his face.

The head he throws rolls inside the barn and waves the fine zombie dust from the floor and stops next to Adelaide's corpse.

[sblock]Zinerath: Roll a Fort save (DC 15) or be Nauseated for 2d4 rounds.

Thok, Rufus and Geryk: same roll, DC 10

Lórquelië and Mei-Yuin roll for DC 8

To avoid further rolls get yourselves at least 50 feet from the thing and wait for the stench to dissipate (about 10 minutes since there is a breeze).[/sblock]

 

[Zerith]

That was… new… Zinerath was now properly covered in filth; it even soaked through his gloves and it got on his teeth and in his mouth. He was feeling a tad nippish before the fight, not anymore.

It was very unpleasant.

He spat out a spoonful of black and yellow goo, greatly distressed, and cursed in Abyssal, Celestial, and half a dozen other tongues in protest to the stench and taste that was just forced on him while he surveyed himself and started to shack his arms and wings, to get the looser gunk off of himself, while still holding the scythe in his right hand, before stomping away from the barn in a fit, not caring if he did or did not make a further mess of the undead remains as he so while trembling a vaguely contained rage while he started to breath more deeply.

OoC: +15 at level 9, Zinerath’s fort save is just plain silly!

 

[Malachei]

Lórquelië searched for words, then simply gave Geryk a nod for helping her up. She turned in rage to face the tiefling, but could not help but look confused at the demonchild's struggle. Its wings... she thought, leathery, batlike... She looked at him for a moment, then calmly said, "Keep your distance."

As the battle seems over, she turns towards the priest, and whispers, "The demonchild, why in all the Seldarines' name did you bring IT?" She shakes her head in disbelief, and takes a step forward to where the shadows had been last. Here, she touches the ground and sighs. "We may want to take a closer look at the house," she suggests to the others.

 

[Zerith]

Zinerath wanted a bath; he partially coated in undead ichor and sprayed with it where it was not a solid coating.
“How was I supposed to know it would do… That!” Zinerath protested to no one in particular with great annoyance in a mixture of Draconic, Orcish and Goblin, very much agitated from the less then pleasant experience of being coated in the foul smelling goo before trailing off into celestial “Where is a down poor when you need one…” he complained whiningly while looking around as the glow in his eyes ebbed to nothing but a simple crimson hue.
He came to a halt, and panted briefly while he leaned on the staff to ketch his breath, as his burst of energy caught up to him. He sighed and then asked “dos anyone know were a river is?” in a pathetic blending of humility and agitation while flicking his lower left wing, freeing it of yet more gunk.

OoC: You still haz 8 dc fort save to make ;3

 

[Shayuri]

Mei Ying watches the spectacle with Zinerath attacking the corpse for a moment; her only reaction being to move discretely upwind a bit.

However, at the suggestion that the house be checked, she looks up and nods a little too quickly, eager to be away from Zinerath's mess.

"I will check the house," she offered. Then she paused to see who else would volunteer.

 

[Dragonwriter]

"Sweet merciful gods!" Rufus coughs out around a quick gagging motion. He backs away from the source of the putrid stench rapidly. "Didn't I voice a preference to not start the morning with stench so awful I won't eat for a week?"

He coughs again and nods to the strange sorceress. "I'll go with. Anything to get further away from that horrid stink."

 

[Scotley]

Geryk falls back from the unpleasant smell. "Zinerath you must learn foresight!" He raises a hand to cover his nose and mouth. "We certainly should inspect the house, but I believe it best we wait a bit for the smell to subside in the barn."

 

[Myth and Legend]

[sblock]Voda is on vacation until the end of the month, assume Thok follows along. I'll NPC him if needed.

There is no rain now, but last night there was quite a downpour and the grass is still wet.

The undead corpse is in front of the barn door, partially blocking the path towards Adelaide's body. The entrance to the House is facing the south and it's a good 80 or so feet from there, so it's not like you can't go in.[/sblock]

 

[Scotley]

OOC: Post above edited to reflect my new understanding of the layout. I thought there was only one building. Thanks M&L

 

[Myth and Legend]

The group enters the house, Lórquelië and Thok both had explored the main dining room and Thok had been upstairs in the corridor. The interior is as they had left it - it appears that a struggle took place, and probably during dining. The heavy oaken table is tipped over, the food on the ground spilled, the wooden bowels and spoons scattered.

The walls have claw markings on them, and cupboards have been ripped out of the walls or tipped. It appears that the door had been barred from the inside but Thok shares the story of how he climbed upstairs, slayed a ghost similar to the ones Geryk destroyed just now, and came down to open the door. He mentions a Halfing who had managed to squeeze trough the iron bars of the dining room's window, but he is not clear on who he was or what happened to him.

As of now, the inside of the house grows progressively darker and those without means to see in low light conditions can barely make their way without tripping in the scattered furniture. Thok, being a half-orc, can see fine and tells them he doesn't see any enemies in the room or the corridor behind it.

The corridor itself has two doors on the right side and one on the left, and ends with a staircase that leads to upstairs. The floor is wooden, with the planks giving the occasional creaking sound as one walks over them. By counting the chairs and bowls on the ground, one could estimate that this household had at least six people living in it.