The air grows deathly still as the party moves through the graveyard.
Overturned tombstones dot the landscape, fresh dirt surrounds them.
An ice cold chill courses through the adventurer's bodies as they pass farther into the heart of the cemetery.
In an instant, chaos and fear flow through the graveyard, moans and scrapping can be heard from all around as the dead burst from the soil and crawl from the shadows and attack!
A small undead army pulls themselves to the surface eager to tear into the flesh of the living.
The skeletons all move towards the heroes, shabbling mounds of bone and cartlidge.
Their feet scrapping against the rocky path as they move ever-closer.
Two gravehounds appear as if from the shadows themselves to block Ehud's way into the large crypt in the back of the cemetery.
One of the hounds lunges out to bite Ehud's leg, scoring a vicious hit, filthy fangs driving deep into his thigh.
The second gravehound snaps at the air, threatening Ehud with its foul breath.
Closing in on all sides, skeletons close the distance between them and the wizard. One skeleton gets close enough to strike out with its rusty longsword, easily hitting Wilam.
Belimir, bringing up the rear of the group in the cemetery, finds himself almost surrounded by Decrepit Skeletons. Three skeletons flank him, drawing his attention with every step they take.
They all strike out with Longswords, black with rust and filth.
The quick-footed elf dodges all but a minor jab from the skeletons, taking a nick on the forearm.
Emanating from within the large crypt, Jiles yells out, "Let us out of here! Give us weapons and we will fight!" Jiles begins to pull and push on the gate in front of him, trying to force his way out.
He turns back to Arden, "Arden, come help me work on this gate!"
Wilam winces in pain from the assault and knows that there is much more where that came from. He clears his mind and begins channeling cold energy into the air surrounding the group of undead to the north. It freezes and condenses, clinging to the bones and rotting flesh of the skeletons.
Wilam continues the freezing assault as he turns and conjurs another wave of cold, sending it at the skeletons to the south.
Wilam then moves as quickly as he can to a safer area, putting as much distance between the undead and himself as possible. He dashes around the corner of the mauseleum and is relieved to see there are no more standing dead awaiting him. Out of sight, out of mind for the mindless dead. By the time I am around the other side of the mauseleum, they'll have forgotten about me and be gathered and ready for another blast of cold.
Wilam catches sight of someone or something standing in the entryway of a crypt.
The figure standing just inside one of the crypts is barely visible due to looming shadows, but, if you're not mistaken, it looks to be an elf, a female elf, watching the battle transpire.
Ooooooooooooh crap. I should have kept my mouth shut. Belimir shapeshifts into a white panther, shifting to a nearby square. The panther roars, and thousands of locusts burst into the area, attacking the undead. He then quickly moves out of skeletons reach.
Varro moving double time rushes for the graveyard.
Dos brain dead buggers be gettin in over der heads, I jus knows it ... dey don't be knowin how ta keep der noses out ov da messes. Damn finger-wagglin nosy buggers.
"Damn it be a long time since I be runnin like dis, I be gettin a lil out ov shape, need ta cut back on da mead.... BAH Hogwash ... must 'ave been all dem finger-wagglin critters one ov dem musta put a spell on ol' Varro, dat gots ta be wut be da problem, dats gotta be it.” *Shakes his head*
“...gots ta get ta da Damn graveyard"
"Come on, half-pint. No tellin wut kinds ov trouble dey be findin. and wes goin ta miss out" *breaths a lil heavy*
Francis runs alongside Varro. At this pace, we'll be winded when we get there. Sensing that his dwarven companion anticipates danger, he draws out his shield and handaxe in preparation for battle.
Hearing the ring of steel outside, Arden removes the sack from his head and moves to help Jiles with the gate. "Looks like we have a chance in some new friends!" He begins pulling on the gate with Jiles.
The iron gate rattles back and forth as the two captives push and pull on it. Despite their current efforts, the gate does not open.
With a sigh of frustration, Jiles steps back from the gate. His eyes quickly turn to the ground, looking for bones, splinters, or anything else small that he might use to pick the lock on the gate. "Help me look for something like a pick for the gate's lock."
Seeing his druid companion taking care of the undead near him, Brann moves up to support his frailer wizard companion. He hears the sounds of people trapped in the crypt and fires a burst of divine light at one of the guard dogs, sending the healing portion back to aid their rearguard.
Wilam brings forth the deadly cold from earlier,
hoping it's pain takes hold onto these abominations.
The cold drifts in through several skeletons, freezing
their bones and weakening the rotten flesh.
The skeletons break apart under their own weight,
frozen bones and flesh falling everywhere.
Desperation from being surrounded driving his actions,
Wilam summons another chilling cloud around a
different group of skeletons.
This cloud seems somewhat less effective, but reduces
the skeletons numbers further none-the-less.
He then quickly moves away from the mob of living
dead.
Belimir shifts into a White Panther, a familiar form,
and prepares himself for combat. He roars, summoning
thousands of tiny Carrion Beetles to attack the
undead.
Two of the skeletons fall instantly, being nothing
more than a few tatters of flesh to begin with, the
other monsters seem to be slowly eatten alive as the
beetles feast on their rotting flesh.
Varro and Francis finally make it to the Graveyard
gate, the scene of their friends in trouble pushes
them into action. They ready themselves for some
Undead Killing!
The two captives inside the crypt in the rear of the
cemetery desperately look for something to open the
gate with, the commotion only adds to the chaos.
Brann moves towards Wilam, protecting the frailer
wizard. He fires a bright bolt of divine light at one
of the Gravehounds, draining the evil energy from it
and bolstering Belimir's health in its stead.
The mindless skeletons move forward towards the
heroes, rusty swords and shields ready to strike.
The undead once again surround the heroes, Brann being
completely blocked off from escape, and skeletons
chasing after Wilam.
It seems no one if safe from the numerous onslaught of
undead!
The skeletons strike out at Brann, fiercly pressing
him back against the outside wall of the Crypt.
He defends well, but takes a few stinging hits to the
side.
Belimir seems to have found some friends as he allowed
his pet insects to feed on the undead.
The skeletons shamble closer to him, and attack with
their swords.
The panther's fur staining red as several hits make it
through his agile defenses.
Two skeletons round the corner of the crypt, not
easily fooled from combat. The sole motivator of
killing must be a strong sensation.
They swing their swords at the wizard, aiming for
anything they can hit.
Wilam's feeble physical defenses do nothing to block
the attacks from the Skeletons.
Ehud goes on the defensive, blocking, dodging, and
parrying attacks from the Skeleton and the two
Gravehounds he faces.
A shadowy figure darts from the entrance to the
southern most crypt across the cemetery. While it is
running, the cloak-trailing figure fires off a few
arrows, deadly accuracy guiding them to their target.
Wilam feels a sharp pain in his back as an arrow
lodges itself deep into his shoulder.
Seeing the cloacked elf move from the cript, Belimir iz puzzled. Is he helping us? But, seeing it fire two shots at Wilam, Belimir is shocked. He changes back to his human form, raises his staf and curses the skeletons. Water rushes from inside the crypt and splashes the skeletons. He then moves to the other side of the crypt and confronts the elven figure.
*in Elven* "HOW DARE YOU! Aligned yourself with the dead! I won`t even bother to ask for your name. May the dead take you with them."
Wilam is relieved to see Varro and Francis at the gate but his joy is quickly stifled by the screaming pain of an arrow in his shoulder. He falls to a knee and sees blood pouring from his side. He stands, only to find two more skeletons blocking his retreat.
"Damn these cretins!" Wilam swears in pain and frustration. The cold attacks had been effective and Wilam was becoming more confident in conjuring them. In desperation, he called out the words for the spell. The frost-laden cloud appeared behind the skeletons and began seeping into their bones.
Pain wrackes his body as the cold shoots from his hands. He falls against the outer wall of the mauseleum and steadies himself. Tripping through the frozen skeletons, he manages to turn the corner, out of sight of the archer before he collapses against the wall.
"Fricken undead bitches," Ehud mutters under his breath. He was hoping to buy some time taking a strong defense in order to figure out what to do. Seeing the cloaked figure, Ehud thinks, That must be the necromancer. "I will see your doom brought this day, by Hoar I swear it." Then radiant red wings sprout from his back and he flies quickly towards the dark figure and attacks.
Ehud grins and decides to dig a little deeper.
Varro charges thru the open gate.
Shouting the whole way to anounce his presence on the battlefield.
“GWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”
Hearing the cries of pain of his companions and seeing himself surrounded by the undead, Brann digs deep to call forth a radiant burst of Moradin's power.
"Willam, try to hold on, help is close by."
Heedless of his own safety, Brann attempts to rush around the corner of the mausuleum to aid the nearby wizard.
Wilam feels a rush of soothing warmth envelop his body. He feels his shoulder growing hotter and hotter, but the heat never crossed the threshold of pain. As quickly as it came, the heat vanished and as it disapated, the pain was all but gone.
Francis rushes over towards Wilam and throws his handaxe.
"What's going on here?" he asks Wilam. "Who are those people tied up?"
"We've been... ambushed by undead," Wilam can hardly form his words, he's been so shaken up. "I don't know who the captives are, but they sounded friendlier than the... the bitch who shot me."
"Ambushed! Really? You didn`t expect this? I can`t believe there`s an elven undead lover! When I get my hands on him.........."
Wilam chokes, but can't help but correct Belimir, "Her... it's a she."
Belimir then realized Wilam was talking about a girl, and he froze instantly. "Are you sure? A girl?"
Belimir shifting back into his natural form, raises his staff, not wanting a second longer to pass allowing these monsters to live.
Water rushes from inside a crypt and pummels a group of skeletons, the water crushes one skeleton, then pools around the boney legs of the remaining undead.
He moves off towards the other side of the cemetery, yelling something you can't understand towards the cloaked figure.
With a sudden burst of power, Wilam combines the strength of his two previous clouds into one, and blasts the two skeletons threatening him into ice cubes.
Wilam then stumbles and crawls around the side of the crypt.
Swearing an oath of justice towards the cloaked figure, Ehud leaps from the ground, his radiant red wings carrying him across the cemetery. Landing, Ehud thrusts out with his spear, scoring a direct hit onto the cloaked figure.
Grinning with grim satisfaction, Ehud digs into his reserves of energy and twists his body, attacking with a whirlwind like charge, pressing the figure back on their heels, scoring yet another hit.
The figure cries out against the hits, the hood falls back revealing the face of an elven woman.
You recognize this elf as one who frequents the Wrafton's Inn!
Varro charges, weapon ready, through the gate shouting the entire way. Rushing up to the skeleton, he was unable to defend against an attack with a longsword, taking a small nick from it.
Brann finds Moradin within himself, and releases his faith in the form of holy energy in all directions around him.
The light destroys one skeleton outright, but has little effect on the rest, his faith waivering in a place of tainted evil.
Brann, moving away from the skeletons, pushes through the undead, trying to aid his allies.
He takes two painful hits from the skeletons he pushes through, longswords finding creases in his armor.
Brann calls out a healing word, finding Wilam's ears, giving him hope for surviving this battle.
Francis runs into the cemetery throwing his handaxe towards a skeleton. The axe plants itself into the skull of the skeleton, the skull and the axe flying far across the cemetery, landing beside a gravestone.
Francis then challenges another skeleton, divine power causing it to confront the paladin.
The halfling tries to get some information from Wilam.
The skeletons move back in towards the heroes, still thirsty for the kill.
Brann faces a skeleton again, the longsword it carries striking the dwarf lightly, a small nick showing on his forearm.
Varro stops his charge in front of two skeletons, who swing doggedly with their swords at the warrior, one only striking Varro slightly.
Wilam is attacked by a persistant skeleton, another hit landing on the frail wizard.
Francis, an obvious bane to undead, gets approached by a skeleton, swinging its sword at the halfling. Scoring a solid hit on the paladin.
The elf shifts quickly backwards and begins running and gunning with her bow, taking aim at the Holy Avenger who assaulted her.
Two shafts fly through the air as she takes cover behind the large trunk of an oak tree. The shafts drive themselves deep into Ehud, causing wracking amounts of pain.
The gravehounds, seeing their master in danger, step out from the Large crypt to intercept any persuers towards the elven ranger.
Varro swings his axe with a mighty Roar, the swing appears to be unstoppable likely slicing thru one victim and into another
Wilam finds himself trapped against the wall of the tomb. "Belimir!" he calls back to the nearby druid, "Help me with this monstrosity!"
Belimir couldn`t think clearly for a moment. It seemed like he wasn`t aware anymore of the battle.His eyes focused on the female figure who wasshooting arrows at his friends, He found himself unable to grasp this development of events. What do I do now? Luckily for him (and the party, Wilam called for his help.
Belimir turned to see the wizard facing a skeleton. The druid changes shape (white panther), roars in anger an attacks the skeletons.
Wilam thanks Belimir for the timely distraction, "Good work, my boy!" A rush of hope rushes over him and he skirts around the southern corner of the mauseleum. He surveys the battle before him and notices Brann's crooked posture, the red stain of blood on his mail and the demonic beasts, snarling and preparing for an assault. Brann, you brave-hearted dwarf, I owe you this.
Wilam pulls his spellbook out from under his arm and deftly opens it to the pages he had been studying in the kobold lair that morning. He begins reading from it aloud. The ancient text begins to activate, making Wilam's voice surge and crackle like thunder. "Peals of lightening, roars of thunder! Unleash upon this ground your Thunderous Wrath! Strike, Thunder! Strike!"
Bleeding and feeling dizzy from the repeated sword strikes Brann stumbles. He drops to one knee and mutters a dwarven oath and rises up again.
Needing to bring his deities righteous wrath to these undead he calls forth a blaze of radiance at the minion closest him and then draws the light back into himself
He looks over his shoulder to see his companions closeby and then Brann then struggles back to them to get some cover.
"Wilam, it is good to see you're still standing. I don't think you've spent enough time getting beaten up to take so many hits lightly. Our friend Varro here on the other hand is a fine example of a sturdy dwarf. He actually enjoys taking a pounding all day, don't you my friend."
"Maybe I should keep a bit behind the frontlines myself", Brann mutters as he feels his wounds still sapping his vitality.
"Aye Brudder, Stay behind me. Tagether dis abomination will be cleanzed."
Jiles watches the undead horde begin to dissipate. He searches the battlefield for the necromancer elf, unable to find her. After a moment, he yells out, "Make sure that bloody elf woman doesn't bring them back from..." Jiles pauses, searching for the right word.
Jiles looks over his shoulder at Arden. "Sit tight Arden, unless you can help from in here. We should be out of here soon enough, by the looks of it. Whether or not we'll be any better off remains to be seen, but they are at least on the right side of the battle for now."
Arden nods. "I just hope we have a chance to repay whoever that was that threw us in here. I would love to hurt someone right now." Arden looks less than pleased with the treatment they received and the look in his eye shows you that he is most willing to extract vengeance upon those who cross him.
His handaxe far away, Francis stows his shield and pulls out his warhammer. He moves to shield Wilam from any attacks.
"If those are friendlies, they may be able to help. One of us should attempt to release them."
as Varro notices the others gathering around him "A'ight, Wilam Ya gots a plan? .... Right! Den we be sticken tagether and take em down, First ya squeeze em wit ya spells as we slowly advance den we smash em ta a pulp."
"Focus our attacks on the archer. She's wounded and those dogs will be in pain if they leave their lightning cages. And if we can keep the elf alive, I'm sure she can answer some questions."
"A'ight, so we take her alive fer questionin, I like dat, got any finger wagglin fer capturin her or ya want me ta be tacklen her?"
"Edder way we need ta get closer ta her... so lets be advancen on her slowly like."
Varro yells at the crypt where the captives are being held ...
"HEY YOU ... IN DER ... GET OUT ERE AND FIGHT..."
Varro swings out mightily with his greataxe, slicing
through the backbones of two skeletons standing in his
way.
Wilam calls out to Belimir for help.
The druid, preoccupied with something, snaps out of
his daze and shifts into a White Panther, roaring in
anger at the skeleton cornering the wizard, as he
makes his way to a better view of the two skeletons
nearest the gate.
More carrion beetles swarm towards the skeletons,
fully encompassing one, dropping it to the ground in a
broken mound of bones and tattered cloth. The other
skeleton seems very untouched.
Wilam commends Belimir on his timely reaction, moving
quickly around the crypt, then noticing Brann's wounds
for the first time, jumps into action, pulling forth
the power of thunder and lightning from ancient text
in his tome. Wilam recites his spell as a thunderball
erupts from the air, two balls of crackling lightning
and rolling thunder consuming the two gravehounds,
pushing them around and striking their rotten flesh.
Brann, quickly tiring from his wounds, drops to one
knee and mutters a dwarven oath, gaining a second wind
and some resolve.
Bringing the wrath of his gods upon the abominations,
Brann calls forth a blaze of radiant light at the
skeletons, drawing strength from it's warmth.
The light seems to not effect the monsters, but he
still gains some strength from his answered prayer.
He then moves back to gain some cover against the
enemies, the skeleton swinging it's sword at his
retreat, but missing the dwarf.
Francis tucks his shield away, drawing his warhammer,
then moves forward to protect Wilam from any further
attacks.
Although the paladin takes a slight hit from the
skeleton in front of him as he rushes past. More
irritating than painful.
The party shouts to one another, formulating a plan of
attack, as the undead move back in, relentlessly.
Ehud, standing too close to the markings on the
ground, suddenly screams at the top of his lungs,
stricken with fear.
The paladin's previous skeleton cares not which target
it can kill, and it moves towards the druid, swinging
aimlessly at the elf, striking him with an careless
blow.
The last remaining skeleton shambles up to Varro, the
dwarf grinning at the assertiveness of this mindless
bone-bag. The skeleton swings its sword hard at the
dwarf.
The skeleton's brittle arm breaks off halfway through
the swing, the momentum bringing the rusty blade back,
cutting halfway through its own spine.
The face of the skeleton pauses as it realizes it's
disasterous error, its eyes seeming to go wide in
surprise and its ever-grinning jaw dropping open in
disbelief.
The skeleton the explodes in a thousand tiny shards of
white bone, and a tattered peice of its tunic floats
gently down to the ground, settling on the dirt in
front of Varro.
For a moment, combat pauses, both sides staring in
amazment at the spectacle, then everyone bursts out in
laughter at the very unexpected scene.
Combat returns to normal a few histerical moments
later.
The elf, barely able to concentrate beyond the sound
of the booming thunder, takes another step behind the
tree trunk, taking aim at the toughest looking of the
group.
She lets fly another pair of arrows, their fletched
shafts soaring through the air, striking Varro
directly in the left shoulder.
The gravehounds seem to understand their plight in the
thunderballs, and remain steadfast by their master
elf.
Varro breaks off the arrows, says a quick Dwarven ... something... thru gritted teeth and charges at the Wench that struck him with the painful projectiles.
Dispatching the hound that stood in his way Varro Growls at the Elf with the bow that stands to be his next victim. "GGGGGGRRRRAAAAWWWW" and flexes his muscles.
Francis runs toward the elf, calling on Oghma to direct the elf's attention to himself before he strikes her.
Giggling hystericly Ehud screams, "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!"
Ehud giggles and then coughs, momentarily choking on his own blood, "Fricken necrosnelf undead humper."
From within the western crypt, Jiles' sigh is quite audible. I guess no interrogation then.
Barely above a whisper and with a shake of his head, "Looks like we've got a crazy one over here..."
Wilam hears the moaning and crunching bones behind him. I thought we had dispatched all the... he thought as he turned to find still another skeleton bearing down on Belimir. Curse these wretches! "Belimir, shall I return the favor?"
The panther looks at the undead before him and slashes him with his claws. After destroying the cursed thing he roars in Wilam`s direction. “Thanks for the offer. I`m fine.”
Wilam watches the cat savagely rip the skeleton to splinters and blinks, "Very well then, I believe you have it covered."
He changes back to his human form and rushes past Wilam and Brann yelling. "We can`t kill her..........I can`t.........She`s......." Not being able to find the right words, Belimir curses his luck. Why did she have to sell her soul to Orcus............
*Elven* "Renounce your undead lord. Please don`t make them kill you."
Wilam turns back to the last remaining foes and continues to harass the remaining gravehound.
With a single word, an incandescent wasp zips from Wilams hand and assaults the zombie dog.
"Belimir, do you know this girl?"
"What? No. I`ve never seen her before."
Wilam's brow furrows, "Hmph." I'll never understand Elves. Just when I think I have them figured out, they prove me wrong.
Seeing the battered Avenger coming into view Brann focuses on him immediately, ignoring the battleplans and cries of his other companions. He rushes over to and casts a quick healing prayer on Ehud. Seeing that he needs to do more he fires a burst of light at the remaining grave hound and channels the healing properties back to his hurt companion.
"Come on Ehud, you can pull through this, feel the healing warmth of Moradin's touch."
Varro gains a second wind as he grits his teeth and
breaks off the arrow embedded in his shoulder. He then
charges towards the Elf.
Plowing through the gravehound blocking his way, the
zombie-dog didn't stand a chance. One strong swipe is
all it took to slice the hound in half, biles and
rotten gore spilling out of it's now exposed cavity,
but not before in a final act of evil, does it bite
Varro's leg, drawing blood.
The dwarf kicks the beasts head as it dies, for good
measure.
Varro lets out a feral roar at the elf, threatening to
make her next.
Francis runs towards the elven woman, calling on Oghma
as he goes, taunting the elf with the holy words of
his god.
He swings his warhammer as he approaches, looking to
disable to elf, rather than kill her.
His attack lands square on the side of her leg,
buckling her knee in, causing her to fall straight to
the ground, screaming in agonizing pain.
Giggling histerically, Ehud rushes in to cause pain to
the problematic elf. His radiant spear of light drives
deep into the elf's chest, blood pouring out onto the
damp grass. Her breathing is coming short now.
From far off to the side of the cemetery, Belimir
cries out "No!" at the sight of Ehud and Francis
bringing the elven hunter down.
A sigh is heard from inside the large crypt,obviously
disappointed.
The panther rears up and rakes the last standing
undead creature, breaking its bones into several
pieces, ending the threat in the graveyard.
He shifts back into the form of Belimir, and rushes up
to the fallen woman calling, "We can't kill her!"
He says something in elven to the woman, a grimmace
forming on her face as he finishes.
Wilam, spying the remaining guard-hound, sends an
astral wasp to pester the beast, but the rotting
undead creature pays it absolutely no mind.
Brann seeing his need in the tail of the battle,
rushes out and gives praise to Moradin over Ehud,
healing some of his wounds, and sending divine flame
to burn the black soul of the gravehound, the
permeating evil surrounding the zombie blocking all
effects of the prayer.
The gravehound, seeing it's master fallen, rushes
Francis with an unending fury.
Clawing and biting at the halfling, the gravehounds
eyes glow a bright and evil red, the stench of its
foul breath is almost overwhelming to the warrior.
Smells of rotten meat and carrion blanket the air,
nausiating those around.
With a lunge forward, the gravehound latches onto Francis' leg, biting and digging it foul teeth deep into the muscle.
The beast is almost savouring the taste of fresh blood coating its jowels.
The gravehound hit with his second attack.
The elf lies very still on the ground next to the
tree, awaiting her fate.
Varro seeing the bitch fall and Wilam's plan to question her, and noting the last real threat on the battlefield is the remaining Gravehound. Varro manuvers in for a strike.
Varro nearly tripping over Francis makes a feeble attempt at an attack.
A voice coming from the western crypt, seemingly annoyed, "If you are about done with the beasts, I'd like to stretch my legs? Ask that bitch where my pack and crossbows are, or I'll be leaving her alive with no limbs to live a very long life as a worthless cripple - oh, and did I mention no tongue either?"
Varro Shouts back at the captives in the crypt "Da stonework on des crypts be lookin ta be shoddy at best ... are ya sure ya buggers haven't looked fer a way out?"
A mild chuckle begins to emanate from within the crypt, rolling slowly into a hysterical laugh. "It would be quite funny, but I have spent enough time in here crawling around feeling the walls.. At this point, you might as well just bust the gate or take the key from that wretch of a woman."
" Der be ya problem, get off ya knees lad ... save dat fer when ya in town and be looking ta earn a coin like dos pretty lasses in da brothels ... Look at der walls near da weak spots ..der gots ta be decay ... dis workmanship be shoddy"
Jiles looks around briefly. *Seems that no matter how many dwarves I speak with, they never understand sarcasm...* Walking around the crypt, Jiles pushes on the wall in various spots as he moves, seeing if he notices any change from the last time.
*And why is it so many dwarves make homosexual remarks, I wonder?*
There are small breaks in the back wall of the crypt, just large enough for someone to fit through if they squeezed their body tight.
Arden follows Jiles around the crypt while he examines the walls. Noticing that Jiles has found something towards the back of the crypt, Arden looks closer and sees there is a possible way out. "Now how did we miss that earlier?"
Arden notices how dark the shadows are covering the back wall, not even the sunlight from outside shows through. Maybe the dark magic the elf used to raise the dead aided in creating this makeshift prison seem impenetrable?
"Huh? Alive... Why?" It finally dawns on Ehud what they mean. "Oh, we're going to torture her and then kill her. We'll need a pail of water, a long board, one white male mouse, two black female mice and a whole bunch of peanuts!"
Seeing she doesn't seem to be reacting to his attempt at intimidation, "Well I get to kill her once you all get your rocks off."
Francis is taken aback by the thought of torturing the Elfess. Such extremes are to be avoided, he thinks, but is not the desecration of the dead an extreme in itself? Would not the balancing choice be to torture–or allow the torture of–this individual? He's not sure what to think about this and instead focuses on vanquishing the ghoul.
Seeing the women fall from Ehud`s blow, Belimir cries out in horror. Panicking, he changes shape into a cheetah and runs away from the battlefield, images of his past flashing before his eyes.
"Would you stop your foolish prattle and finish the hound!" Wilam is angered and nearly enraged at the obsurdity of the group ignoring the rabid beast. "That wench isn't going anywhere while she's crippled and nearly unconscious!"
Wilam scowls at the zombie dog and lances it with another ray of frost.
The distraction of the other's foolishness leaves Wilam unable to focus the beam and it simply chills the ground near his target's feet. He is nearly raging and can feel his face flushing red.
Seeing that most of the party are stable and heeding Wilam's warnings of the danger Brann lends his efforts to vanquishing the demon hound.
"Indeed we must finish off this remaining hound. Come on Varro, less time chatting with the prisoners, more time beating on these undead. For Moradin"
To punctuate his point, Brann shoots a ray of light at the hound and channels the healing wave back to his nearby companion.
Ehud sighs.
While conversing across the graveyard with the
captive, swings halfheartedly at the gravehound,
whiffing his attack wide.
Varro, strengthened by the fact that he is wearing
armor crafted by dwarven-kin, is bolstered by his
pride, puffing out his chest.
Most of the group chats idly about torturing the elf
woman, as Wilam, Brann, and Varro dispatch the hound.
Arden squeezes through the small opening in the wall,
the light of day almost blinding his eyes as he
emerges from his prison cell.
He begins to move towards the rest of the group.
Wilam, anger mounting at the inaction of the group,
lances another ice bolt at the gravehound, the spell
fizzling out before it reaches the monster.
A beaming ray of light sears the flesh of the beast,
Brann's faith acting well against the abomination.
The holy light empowers Wilam, allowing him to regain
some health.
Francis shifts to the backside of the tree, putting
some space between the hound and him.
Ehud tries to intimidate the fallen elf, but even
wincing in pain, she doesn't seem impressed.
Belimir shifts into cheetah and without warning takes
off running as fast as he can out of the graveyard and
into the wilderness..
Ehud, helping to bring down the hound, sends a radiant
bolt towards the creature, barely missing it.
The gravehound snarls, bile-like drool dripping from
its bloodthirsty fangs. It snips at Varro, teeth
bared, looking to cause pain anyway it can.
The bite does little to peirce the armor of the
Battlerager, the finely made chainmail absorbing the
entire blow.
Wilam is frustrated with the hound's resilience. He moves in for a closer aim and launches yet another ray of frost.
Arden notices his rescuers are still battling an undead hound and moves forward to enter battle. He points at the hound and utters his ominous curse "Into Death!" before launching into a series of gestures and words of power, blasting the enemy with dark energy.
The cheetah runs as fast as it can away from the graveyard in a random direction. After a few moments he stops, starts roaring sporadically as if he was gravely injured. After doing this a few times, it collapses to the ground, losing consciousness.
Varro trying to make full use of the flanking position that Francis has created. Varro swings his mighty axe in a wide arc and then as always shifts his grip and slams the axe low into the beast.
Again without hesitation, Varro shifts his grip again and lays a wicked strike into the beast's head.
Destroying the beast, and finishing the battle in one solid display on axemanship.
Varro pulls his axe free of the beast, only to find the axe still firmly wedged in the creatures skull. No worries though, the skulll is no longer attached to the beast.
"Now wut ya be saying ta dat der brudder?"
Wilam, frustrated with the undying undead, the wizard moves in closer and sends another bolt of frost in the direction of the gravehound.
The bolt falls short and flies into the ground, splasing into a puddle of water as it unfreezes.
Arden, wanting to help his rescuers moves forward into battle. He points at the gravehound and mutters a infernal curse, moving into gestures and arcanic words of power, dark bolts of energy spring from his hands flying towards the creature.
The eldritch blasts crash into the gravehound, exploding as they hit, causing harsh damage to the undead beast.
Belimir continues to rush through the woodlands, falling unconcious.
Varro, flanking the beast swings in a wide arc, shifting his grip brings his axe down upon the gravehound. The hound shifts to the side of the oncoming attack, the axe digging a deep trench into the ground.
Varro does wait for the beast to react and repositions his hands and lays a wicked strike onto the hound, cleaving its head clean off in a single swipe.
The gruesome head still attached to the blade of the axe as its body crumbles to the ground.
The graveyard has been clensed of undead.
