The Black Ox Tavern is a lonely establishment, sitting far from anywhere of any significance or civilization. It sits in the middle of a mountain pass at the end of the empire's northern road, just before the wild creeps in closer to the paths and trails that connect the barbaric tundra to the civilized world. The tavern is a roughly square building, the bottom floor is a partially ruined stone structure, possibly an ancient shrine or monastery, with wooden construction filling in the ruin and a solid second floor. A small stable sits of to the side, with a few horses resting in the stalls.

Inside the inn are several sets of tables and chairs of rough construction and repeated repairs. Along the back wall is a bar with a mismatched set of stools along the front. A hearth blazes in one corner, a stewpot wafts the tempting scent of dinner, readily available to travelers for a few copper coins. Behind the bar is the grizzled old man who owns the Black Ox, he handles pouring the drinks and setting the wealthier travelers up with a bunk in one of the upstairs rooms. His two employees rotate between keeping the place clean and fetching orders of food and drink for the larger than usual crowd.

Besides you guys there are a few other travelers staying the night. You can place yourself anywhere in the inn that you wish or even roleplay your entrance in you like. Feel free to interact with each other, the NPC's, or ignore everyone from a corner as you please. Once we've got sheets and backgrounds finalized I'll kick things off. :)

Sitting at one of the tables is an attractive looking young man with remarkably bright green eyes. Twin horns rising from his head and a long tail mark him as an Eldhud. It is plain that he has not been at the inn long, as he is still wearing most of his armor and road dust can clearly be seen on it. With just his helmet set aside, he is enjoying a hot meal and trading stories with the other patrons. He has an easy laugh that resounds through the room.

Leaning up against the wall next to him is a dueling halberd. It is not just an ordinary weapon though. Even at a distance it is clear this is something special. Made of orichalcum on the haft, the golden-colored metal gleams in the light of the inn. The head of the weapon stands out beyond that, as it appears to be made of congealed sunlight. Depicted all over it are symbols and scenes of the Allfather. The man keeps a close eye on his weapon, but still maintains a cheerful conversation and is happily explaining, "The Allfather himself sent me this weapon. Now I just have to prove myself worthy of such a gift. I hope to see many undead laid to rest by this blade."
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A dwarf stumbled up to the table carrying two pints of ale. He had a head of frizzy grey hair, and his beard was equally curly. On his face were lightning tattoos marking him as a cleric of Thor. He was also clearly drunk. "Walh this ish ah prehty weapon, an may it kill lots 'o tings what should be dead again. Ah'll drank tah that laddie."
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Brandaelfr smiles at the dwarf's words and raises his mug in a toast. "A cleric of the Mighty Thunderer, eh? Be welcome here, friend! Please sit and enjoy some good stories. I myself am a warrior of the Allfather, and I have no doubt we could together kill many undead!"

There was a Half-Ogre sitting by himself, at one of the tables near the hearth in the corner. He wore furs and leathers and had a handful of daggers strapped to his chest. He sat back in the cushioned chair, nursing a flagon of mead while looking into the hearth. His eyes occasionally scanned the room, as if he were looking for someone or something. Across the table from him, in front of another cushioned chair, a full tankard of ale sat untouched.

[Private to GM: 06:32, Today: Secret Roll: Drakul rolled 6 using 3d6.  Traps 14.
     Per-4 to notice hot plate under cushion.
     DX if they sit down. Failure:Take 1 HP injury.
     Per (Smell) to notice chili powder in the ale.
     HT if they drink the ale. Failure: Coughing/Sneezing for 1d sec.]

The door to the inn slowly opens as a hooded figure walks through. It’s head moves back and forth, scanning the room. It walks over to the empty chair across from the Half-Ogre and removes its hood. Long flowing hair as green as the forest tops cascades out. She pulls her hair to one side revealing her pointed ears.She grabs the untouched tankard and takes a rather large gulp. The look of disgust fills her whole face as she sets the mug down. “Mmm, that hits the spot, nothin like a tall mug of mead after a long day of killin stuff, right” she says to the Half-Ogre. “The names Fegurth, but the guys call me Faye. What’s your na...”
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Not long after the elf enters, the doors crash in again and a giant half orc walks in with a large great axe peeking up over his shoulder. He walks over to the bar and orders the largest mead available, and then requests a second before sitting down at the bar close enough to hear the group around the expensive weapon, but far enough to not have to socialize himself.

Ferurth sucks down a huge gulp of the ale before the taste of the chili powder sets in, it causes her to choke and cough for a few seconds and the spices linger on her tongue after. Now that she's paying attention the smell is quite obvious, only her hastiness caused her to fall victim to the trick.

As she’s desperately rubbing the spice off her tongue, “haha you got me, that was a good one. Should’ve seen that coming, the old pepper in the drink trick. That was Hnerra’s go to. Guess my eyes are better than my nose”, she chuckles.

"Oh dear! Are you okay?" said the Half-Ogre, standing up and beginning to pale. "I am so sorry! That little prank was intended for a friend of mine... I... I don’t know what to say. I’m so embarrassed. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?"

He indicated the chair across from him.

"I’ll see about getting you a fresh, cold ale."

He paused a few steps away.

"One without chili powder this time!"

She smiles at Drakul, pretending her tongue isn’t burning, “no apology needed, my brothers would pull tricks like this on me all the time.” She takes her backpack off and sets it at her feet.

The Half-Ogre quickly returned with another flagon of mead. He took a sip of the new drink and swished it around his mouth to be sure.

"Much better, I assure you," he said, handing the Elf the drink and taking his seat again.

"My name is Drakul," he said, offering a hand to shake. "Please, sit. Tell me of this Hnerra! I really must make this up to you. The worst possible way to make a new friend..."

She takes the drink and try’s to secrectly sniff it. She sets it on the table in front of her and extends her hand to shake his, using all her might to try and not look like a wimp. “Glad to meet you, Drakul. My mother named me Fegurth but I go by Fey for short. Oh, he’s one of my brothers, he’s pulled that trick on me several times. It’s not as bad as the pranks Syfjathur would pull on me though. He would always shoot me with tranquilizer darts when we were collecting berries and he’d leave me in the forest for hours. Jokes on him though, he was born with a crippled arm” She chuckles to herself. “What about you, do you have any siblings?”

Fergurth misses the signs of the hot skillet concealed beneath the seat cushion, but her reflexes are fast and she is easily able to regain her feet without burning her rear.

Jumping back to her feet, she brushes off her rear and turns to the Half-Ogre. Giving him wry smile she says, “it’ll take a little more effort to fool me again.” She lifts the seat cushion up and pours the mead Drakul gave her on the hot skillet. She walks to the bar and grabs one of the bar stools. Dragging it across the floor she returns and sits down. “Now then, I believe you were telling me about your family?”

The dwarft plops down on a stool, a little mead sloshing out of a tankard. "Whoopses Ah needs tah be careful an not be spillin' mah drink." He takes a long pull from the other tankard, draining it. "Did ah ever tell ye aboot tha taim ah nearly saw tha Laird of Thoonder himself? *HIC*" The dwarf had clearly forgotten that the two of them had just met.

"Haha! I still got you!" he said, almost falling out of his chair laughing. "You’re just too quick!"

When he finally recovered from laughing at the Elf, Drakul sighed and raised his flagon to her.

"You’re a good sport, I’ll give you that. Hard to find people who can handle a good trick these days."

He pondered the question of his family.

"Family is an intriguing concept. I’ve found family everywhere I go, but who they are is somewhat of a mystery. Like the plumes of Odin’s crows to Fenrir after Spring’s first dew."

"Indeed, it is quite the travesty to waste good mead." Brandaelfr heartily agrees.

Eating a bit more stew, the Eldhud says between bites, "You haven't told me yet about it, but that sounds like a great day to me. Where were you? Please continue!"

She raises her eyebrow as though she is confused by Drakul’s answer, “so what your saying is you don’t have any family?” She waves the waiter down and asks for a glass of water. “So where are you headed? Surely your life doesn’t consist of playing tricks on unsuspecting patrons at crappy inns.” The waiter comes up at that moment bringing her her water. He obviously takes offense to her words as he gives her a dirty look and storms away. After sniffing the water she looks back up at Drakul, “I’m headed somewhat on a quest of my own. I don’t need any help but you’re welcome to tag along, you know, if you don’t have anything better to do.”

"What I’m saying is, My family doesn’t have me," said Drakul. "But also, my family finds me."

He smiled as if that should answer everything anyone would need to know about his family.

"I will be trekking North, so I can accompany you along the way. Only the Lord of Mischief himself knows what the trek shall hold."

An old man in traveling clothes had been nursing an ale long before any of you stopped at the tavern, he sets down the tankard and stands up, "You lot look like just the sort of people I'm looking for!"

It is unclear if he is talking to any of you in particular, but he hobbles to the middle of the room pulling out a rolled up parchment from his pack. He rolls the map out on the center table and says, "I know of a tomb up in the mountains nearby, where was buried a great chieftain from Nordlond who fell in one of the many ancient battles that took place in this pass. If any were bold enough to claim it, great riches could be had there!"
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The dwarf pauses mid story and put down his mead. "Yer interuptin' ma story, Ah ain't tha least bit interested in yer chieftain and his fancy britches"

Whether or not the man was talking to her, she assumes so and is filled with pride that she’s grouped in with other the other heavy hitters in the room. Keeping her smile to a minimum and speaking up louder than the dwarf, “this chieftain, he was a well known warrior in Nordlond?”
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"Great riches I said Master Dwarf!" The old man says, "Indeed he was! Though his name and deeds have been lost to time, this map will lead you to his tomb and the treasure within!"

As the old man says that there is an earthquake that shakes the whole inn, knocking over furniture, taking down the ox head from the wall, and splitting open the floor.

Roll DX to remain standing

Just as the shaking subsides there is the sound of a horn from somewhere outside, then Zombies begin crawling out of the floor towards a pair of travelers and the wench that was refilling their drinks.

5 Zombies crawling out of the floor will be ready to attack next turn, 5 Zombies are milling about the courtyard outside.
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"A Dwarf saying no to treasure?" said Drakul. "I knew it. All Dwarves are greedy my left pinky. That's what they want you to think. Just a distraction from what's really going on."

When the ground started shaking, he grabbed his knives instinctively.

"What did I tell you! Distraction!"

The Half-Ogre slashed at the nearest zombie.

DX roll: Critical Success.
Fast-Draw: Both Success.
Attack: One Success.
Defend normally, or take 6 cutting damage.

Brandaelfr somehow manages to stay on his feet as the earthquake hits. He had just risen to go listen to the old man, and said loudly to Dagrak, "Riches, not britches!"

The Eldhud grabbed his halberd to help steady himself against the quake, and then noticed all the zombies crawling through the floor. He cries aloud, "Gather on me, everyone! I can hold them at bay with the power of the Allfather!" Brandaelfr brandishes the halberd above his head and concentrates on turning away evil. The halberd thrums with power.

Concentrate. Turning is at 18 and is a QC with each opponent that can see him. Success by 4, 10, 7, 1, 5 with Rule of 16.
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"GREAT RICHES! WELL WHY DIDNAE YE SAY SO IN THE FIRST PLACE!" The dwarf suddenly looked focused and sober. The tankard was set on the table, and just in time, as Dagrack needed both his hands to grab the table and stay on his feet. "Storms and sausages! Tha undead air attacking! Hey you with tha prehty weapon! It's taim ta get busy!" He concentrated and cast a spell.

Cast shield 4

HP 12/12  FP 12/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: 1, Buffs: Shield 4
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Though she wobbled, she managed to avoid falling off her stool. Upon hearing the horn she leaps to her feet and a good thing to as she sees the undead crawl out from the floor. "I can finally put my training into action” , she thought. "If there’s a horn, there’s a horn blower and whomever is blowing that horn is probably responsible.” She bolts for the stairs and begins running up them full speed.
Stay Standing: Success
Perception (Hearing): Success by 3
She’s headed to whatever room would have a window to the front courtyard.
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Mildly interested in this new arrivals story, Mog continues to sit at the bar and drink his mead, figuring he could wait to hear the whole story before signing up. Once the earthquake started however he quickly jumped to his feat and readied his weapon just in time to see the undead appear. He quickly runs at them slicing as much as possible.


Success:DX to stay standing, Committed Attack
Damage 10 cut to closest zombie

Fergurth runs up the stairs.

Mog chops one of the zombies.

Drakul's slash almost finished it off.

Dagrak casts a spell on himself.

Brandaelfr turns all five zombies.

---

The zombies pull themselves to their feet and scramble away from the power of The Allfather. Brandishing their clubs and rusted swords, the zombies retreat takes them toward the bar, where the innkeeper and a servant cower terrified, "Help us! Please!!!"

Zombie 1 HP: 1/17
Zombie 2 HP: 17/17
Zombie 3 HP: 17/17
Zombie 4 HP: 17/17
Zombie 5 HP: 17/17
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Drakul charged after the fleeing zombie and took a couple slashes at it.

Move and Attack: Fail.
Movement: full speed following the wounded zombie.

"Thet is ah nifty trick laddie, but Ah thought ye said thet ye killed tha undead!" He drew his mace and stepped towards the zombies.

Mog charges after the fleeing zombies and continues hacking away at their backs




Success: AoA:Double
12 and 8 cutting damage to closest non-damaged zombie
Move: run up to right behind the zombies.
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Brandaelfr just grimaces at Dagrak while taking two calm steps forward. The Eldhud stops concentrating. Instead, he viciously brings his halberd whistling down on the skull of an unharmed fleeing zombie twice.

Turning lasts 5 turns starting now

Telegraphic AoA Double

• Move forward 2 yards. With Reach 2, that should easily put him in range of a zombie that gets no defense.
• Unless the zombie has eyes in the back of its head, Brandaelfr does 14 and 12 cut to the skull with armor divisor 2.

Making it to the top of the stairs, she continues running toward the room in the front of the house.

Fergurth runs down the hall.  2/3

Mog follows the zombies and keeps chopping.

Drakul runs forward and waves around his knives.

Dagrak readies his mace.

Brandaelfr neatly chops two zombie skulls in half.

---

Several of the zombies are cut down on their moaning march, the remaining zombies are still fixated on the brainkeeper and the serving brain cowering behind the bar.

Zombie 1  HP: 1/17
Zombie 2  Dead
Zombie 3  Dead
Zombie 4  HP: -7/17
Zombie 5  HP: 17/17
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Mog continues to chase down the lead zombies taking a single strike at the zombie he had just hit before taking two more powerful swings at the one in the very front.


Success: AoA(Double)+1Rapid Strike

Zombie 4 take 12 cutting damage
Zombie 5 take 15 and 11 cutting damage

Drakul joined the others in throwing caution to the wind, unleashing a flurry of attacks upon as many zombies as he could reach.

"Loki be my strength!"

AoA (Determined), Rapid Strike: 2 Success, 1 Crit.
Movement: Up to 4, to keep up with the zombies.
Damage: 14, 8, and 11 cutting .

Fergurth kicks open the door (it wasn’t really closed but she thought it looked cool) to the room and runs to the window.

"Lord of Thoonder! lend me thy mighty lightning." Dagrak steps forward and summons lightning on his hammer.

Step, summon lightning 2d-2 1FP

HP 12/12  FP 11/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: 2, Buffs: Shield 4

Moving forward again, Brandaelfr presses his attack against the two wounded zombies.

Turning lasts 4 turns more

Telegraphic Rapid Strike AoA Determined to Skull

• Move forward 2 yards again.
• Brandaelfr does 9 and 11 cut to the skull with armor divisor 2.

Fergurth makes it to the window and sees zombies in the courtyard slowly making their way toward the inn. She also sees more zombies in small clusters wandering in from every direction she looks. Now that she can see outside her best guess is that the horn was sounded at the well in the middle of the courtyard.

Mog cuts down two zombies.

Drakul finishes off the remaining zombie.

Dagrak casts another spell, his mace crackles with energy.

Brandaelfr checks ensures the dead are really dead. They are.

---

With reckless abandon the adventurers lay waste to the undead, Mog striking one down just a few yards from their intended victim. Upstairs Fergurth has a good eye on what is going on outside, as well could anyone who looked outside any of the downstairs windows.

"Buckets and bracers! I could 'ave finished me mead! By tha gods, ye finished them stoomblers right fast ye did." He looks at his mace in sadness. "Ah best be returnin' this lightning to tha heavens." He heads to the door.

"Fey, what do your Elf eyes see?" said Drakul, wiping zombie guts off his kukri into their rotted armor. "Did you catch a glimpse of the horn-blower?"

While smiling, Brandaelfr walks back to the table and puts his helmet and gauntlets on. He says to Dagrak, "Cleric of the God of Thunder, do you doubt my ability to destroy the undead now?"

Raising his voice, he says to the room, "My name is Brandaelfr. I serve the Allfather, especially in the destruction of the undead! I consider those of you who raised your weapons and acted with haste to now be my comrades! Let us hope we get to destroy yet more undead on this fine day."

He continues addressing the innkeep, "Innkeep! Have undead attacked your inn before? Also, do you have any weapons with which to defend yourself and your patrons? You may want to grab them."

"I, for one, would recommend using the tables and chairs to barricade all entrances as well," said the Half-Ogre. "As I always say, the bitterness of the cold of winter comes far too soon in these lands—sooner even than the Valkyries fly when the moon is full."

A wry grin cracked on his lips, as if he’d said something meaningful. Then, he turned to his would-be comrades.

"I’m going to venture a guess that we won’t be stopping this threat from the safety of this establishment."

Gliding up to the open window, she nocks an arrow and draws back on her bow in one fluid motion. She releases, aiming at the closest undead figure hobbling to the inn door. After she sends her arrow sailing she hears her new friend call up from the first floor. “There’s quite a few of these guys coming to us. I don’t see anyone holding a horn but it must’ve been what summoned them all here.”

AoA Shot to the closest Zombie’s vitals
 •Success by 8 for Stealth
 •7 pi damage with armor divisor 2
Bodkin Arrows 9/10
Fine Arrows 20/20

Mog kicks the last zombie he killed again for good measure. "You no get my mead supply, I like mead."

Then begins to walk to the door. "Did someone hear a horn or something outside? maybe there are more fun things to kill out there!"

"Hmmm, well, do you see where the sound of the horn came from?" said Drakul. "My best guess is we’ll have to kill the guy, or destroy the horn. Probably both."

Brandaelfr calls to Mog and says, "My new friend, let us not be so hasty as to strike without a plan. I have no doubt we will be able to kill many more fun things today, but if you let us all get ready first then we can kill many more together!"

Success on Leadership to encourage Mog to not be hasty.

Calling upstairs, Brandaelfr asks, "How many do you mean by a good many? Do you see where the horn could have sounded from?"

"But the dead should stay dead... I need to go redead them now!" Mog says rather forcefully but you can see that he does indeed stop walking a few feet short of the door. Looking antsy and eager to continue the killing.




Success on SCR roll to listen to the leadership

"Take a look outside," Drakul said to Mog. "There are far too many for us to kill by ourselves. Think about it this way: If we can find out what caused them to rise, we can stop all of them at once, instead of dying trying to do it the hard way. Which would you prefer?"

"Well laddie, if it be a plan ye air wanting, Ah'll need a voloonter ta go outside and scout out the stoomblers. It'll be perfectly safe, Tha Laird o' Thoonder will let ye walk on tha air."

"I see only couple, I could kill all by self!"

Mog looked through the window and saw the zombies in the courtyard but either could not see any others due to the walls of the courtyard or the haste of his looking.

"But you say we kill more, Mog give you moment to show."

Calling back down to Brandaelfr, Fergurth says, “there’s too many to count. I’m pretty sure that the sounding of the horn come from the well in the courtyard. I can’t see anyone near it except these undead stumbling about.”

"To the well it is, then," said Drakul, "to draw up and drink deeply of the waters of death."

He looked out the window to the well.

"We should move quickly, and together, before the undead are too numerous to cross the courtyard."

"That is all I needed to hear" Mog says as he once more starts heading towards the door

"Nuh nuh nuh no!" The innkeeper stammers to the holy warrior, "Nothing like this has ever happened before! Please help us, there's no way we can defend ourselves if more zombies come!"

"Yes! We can block all the windows and doors!" At Drakul's suggestion his eyes light up, as he drags a chair to the window he sees the zombies wandering in from all sides and despairs, "There are so many of them! You have to do something!"

The zombies in the courtyard are shambling towards the inn, one of them takes an arrow from Fergurth as they march. It seems that all the zombies are making their way toward the inn, if they make it there it will surely be overrun...

The zombies in the courtyard are 3 turns away. It won't take too long to help secure the inn, Roll DX or ST to move furniture or improvise barricades.

Zombie 1 HP: -4/17
Zombie 2 HP: 17/17
Zombie 3 HP: 17/17
Zombie 4 HP: 17/17
Zombie 5 HP: 17/17
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Brandaelfr looks out the double doors and shouts to everyone, "Barricade the doors and windows! Protect the guests and innkeeper! We cannot let the undead inside the inn, or this will be a bloodbath!"

He immediately sets about throwing the doors closed and barricades them with whatever he can find.

Success on both the ST and DX roll. Success on Leadership for encouragement.

"Good point," said Drakul. "Here, come give me a hand," he said to a bystander.

He grabbed some chairs and started positioning them in front of windows to block the shutters shut.

18:51, Today: Drakul rolled 7 using 3d6.  DX 15.

Dagrak gathered up and readied his shield. the realization that he no longer had a free hand for his beer hit him suddenly and he eyed the tankard sadly. "Ah'll be back for ye soon." He then headed for the door, his mace still sparkling with lightning.

"Still need kill them." Mog says as he steps up to the front door and steps through. "Will kill those near door on way."

Move:9 yards towards zombies with readied greataxe
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Seeing that her target is still stumbling toward the doors, she lets loose another arrow almost into the same spot. “Die you ugly thing”.

AoA shot to vitals
7pi damage

Fergurth drops one of the zombies with another well placed arrow.

Mog charges at the zombies. Defend 3 times or get grappled.

Drakul blocks some windows shut.

Dagrak moves to the doorway.

Brandaelfr moves some furniture to the double doors and begins blocking them.

---

The innkeeper, servers, and guests help to move chairs and tables to block the windows and door in to the inn as well. The zombies continue to charge forward, several engage the barbarian when they reach him.

The zombies outside the courtyard are 9 yards away from the double doors.

Zombie 1 HP: Dead
Zombie 2 HP: 17/17
Zombie 3 HP: 17/17
Zombie 4 HP: 17/17
Zombie 5 HP: 17/17

Drakul frowned as his newfound allies charged out to face the zombies without him. He figured he'd helped enough with the windows for the moment and ran after them, his blades in hand.

Full Move towards the doors.

Mog makes short work of the first zombies arms with his greataxe, trying to bring it back quickly he lost his grip and the great axe nearly went flying before he caught it at the end of the handle, way out of proper swinging position. He tried to step out of the way of the last zombie but was too distracted by his axe and was now receiving a disgusting hug of undeath. "GET OFF ME UNCLEAN FILTH"




Success:Parry zombie 2
16 cut to arms reaching to grapple.
Failure: dodge zombie 4
Crit Failure: Parry zombie 3
"The weapon turns in your hand. You must take an extra
Ready maneuver before you can use it again."

Maneuver:Ready Weapon



Status:grappled by zombies 3&4
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Dagrak steps out of the door and closes the distance to the zombies.

Move towards zombies
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Brandaelfr looks outside briefly and notes that the zombies are still a good distance away to run in armor. He shouts, "I will hold the door until you can all return! End those nearby undead quickly!"

He keeps stacking up bits of furniture and boxes, but doesn't lean them up against the doors just yet.

Move 4 means it would take 2 turns just to get out to the zombies, and by then everyone will likely have killed them.

Dropping one zombie, she quickly strings another round, scanning for her next target. Her sight is quickly fixed on the barbarian as he storms out the building, swinging his axe and removing limbs. She smiled, this was the adventure she was seeking. "Need a hand", she calls down to him as she lodges an arrow in one of the zombies skull thats grabbing on to him.

AoA to Skull
Bodkin Arrow AD(2) 6pi damage x4

Fergurth plants an arrow neatly into the top of a zombies head.

Mog attempts to defend himself and ends up needed to regrip his weapon. Defend at -3 against a takedown attempt, then twice more to avoid being grappled.

Drakul runs to the doors.

Dagrak moved towards the melee.

Brandaelfr holds the door.

---

The one armed zombie again attempts to grab Mog, as does the one who missed the first time. The one already grappling him attempts to bear the barbarian to the ground. The one with the arrow in it's head struggles back to its feet.

The zombies outside the courtyard are 9 yards away from the double doors.

Zombie 1 HP: Dead
Zombie 2 HP: 9/17 - One Arm
Zombie 3 HP: -3/17 - Prone, Stunnned
Zombie 4 HP: 17/17 - Grappling Mog
Zombie 5 HP: 17/17
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TASTE THA THOONDER YA BLOODY STOOMBLERS! Dagrak stepped forward and fired off his lightning at the nearest zombie.

Succeeded by 1, so depending on range, I might have missed. But moved 6 last turn, and took a step this turn, So I should be good. 12 damage with 2d6. MAX DAMAGE!!!

HP 12/12  FP 11/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: 2, Buffs: Shield 4

Noticing that Mog is having a bit of trouble, Brandaelfr shouts some friendly advice. He shouts, "Barbarian, do not let them take you to the ground! Keep your footing!"

Success on Tactics roll. Mog gets a +1 on all attack and defense rolls, but only if he chooses to listen to Brandaelfr.

Drakul continued through the doors and towards the fray.

Move 7
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Sending another arrow flying at the barbarian's attackers, she taunts Mog "You really gonna let these guys get the better of you"

Attack Zombie #4, AoA to Skull
Bodkin Arrow AD(2) +1 dmg =5pi damage x4
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Mog acts like an orc with a mission taking a step back as the one that had been futilely trying to drag him down suddenly fell off of him he sliced two more zombie arms with ease and then swinging the great-axe back across and through the chest of one of the zombies.

"These things? no youngling could show his face again in my tribe if taken down by these weaklings."


Successes:
Takedown QC
2x Parries (second crit)
To damage w/ parries(first crit) 9,8 respectively
Attack, zombie 2, 12 cutting



FP:12/14
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Fergurth brains the zombie holding Mog.

Mog gets his chop on.

Drakul almost makes it to the melee.

Dagrak shoots lightning at a zombie.

Brandaelfr encourages Mog.

---

Despite being grappled Mog chops off the arms of the two zombies that tried to grab him and resists a takedown. With the fresh addition of an arrow in his skull Mog's hugger falls away and the adventurers are free to wreck their business. The half ogre charges in to help, while the dwarf sends a blast of lighting that knocks the only upright zombie down with the rest.

The zombies outside the courtyard are 9 yards away from the double doors. All the zombies are prone, though a few are struggling to their feet.

Zombie 1 HP: Dead
Zombie 2 HP: -13/17 - No Arms, Prone
Zombie 3 HP: -3/17 - Prone, Stunnned
Zombie 4 HP: 1/17 - Prone
Zombie 5 HP: -3/17 One Arm, Prone

Drakul arrived just in time to finish off a few zombies. He slashed his Kukri at the downed creatures.

AOA (Rapid Strike): 3 successes.
Targeting Zombie 2, 3, and 5.
Damage: 10, 10, 13 cutting.

Brandaelfr shouts "Good job!" and then goes back to stacking furniture.

Mog proceeded to dice the remaining moving dead.


Success: AoA:Double+1rapid strike
cutting 11,13,13

Mog and Drakul quickly dispatch the downed zombies in an impressive display of violence. When everyone is inside Brandaelfr finishes barring the doors; the inn is secure for a while at least.

"Now what do we do!?" The innkeeper cries, "There are too many of them! We'll never survive!"

"Simple, destroy them all and kill whoever summoned them." Mog says simply as he continues to move whatever the biggest furniture he can find, regardless of if it is nailed down in some cases.

Brandaelfr looks at the innkeeper and says, "You are going to do whatever is in your power to protect your guests. You are going to barricade every window and door. Then you are going to raid this inn for whatever weapons you can find to arm yourself with. Even shovels and pitchforks from the stables will do."

"Meanwhile, we are going to try and figure out what is summoning the undead and put a stop to it. Or at least I suspect that none of us that have attacked so far are opposed greatly to killing more undead. It also leaves us not dead, which is a plus." Brandaelfr continues.

When Fergurth meanders back down the stairs, Brandaelfr asks the group, "The archer mentioned hearing the horn sounding from the direction of the well. I think that merits further investigation!"

When everyone is ready and has said their piece, Brandaelfr will go with the group to investigate the well unless there is a better plan.

"Yes, finish barricading all doors and windows, and then gather weapons and whatever food you have on hand and go upstairs. Barricade the stairs once you get upstairs. That should be enough to keep you from getting eaten alive and raised again as undead, at least long enough to figure this out."

He looked to Brandaelfr and said, "The well seems the best place to start."

He approached the well, weapons drawn, and looked down.

"Ye will be rewarding us for protecting yer inn and property, right laddie?" Say Dagrak rather pointedly at the innkeeper. "Ah only ask ta cover wear and tear on our gear and halp us safely on our way should we survive this bloody mess."

"We don't have any weapons, but we hide upstairs." The innkeeper says, "I'll gladly pay you what little I have if you manage to save us master dwarf!"

Fergurth rejoins the other adventurers downstairs then the stairs are blocked off. As the party makes their way to the well they hear an cawwing and flapping as swarms of crows begin to form, swirling in the sky above the courtyard. Looking down the well they can see the water is about 30 feet down; Drakul can clearly see that just above that is an opening in the side that leads to some sort of tunnel or cavern.

Swarms of Crows will be attacking soon...
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"That can’t be good," said Drakul.

He tilted his head to see the incoming crows, clenching his fists on his knives.

"Anyone have a rope?" he said. "I’ve got some ropes in my tent gear, but they may not be fit for climbing. Plus it’ll take a minute to dig those out. Might not have a minute."

Idk OOC either. It says “includes ropes,” but doesn’t give details. I assume tent ropes are not good for climbing, but maybe they are?

Brandaelfr quickly shrugs off his pack and digs out some rope. He hands it off to Drakul and says, "I think it is a sign we are going in the right direction. Hopefully this rope is enough to at least get you most of the way down."

He looks at the steep sides of the well and comments, "I am leery about climbing down the well in armor. Anyone have an alternative?"

If the crows should start to descend, Brandaelfr will try to use Turning on them.
Success by 2 on Stealth.
It is 10 yards of rope that holds 300 lbs. As such it is probably good for one person at a time.
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"Ah cannae be lending rope, but me prayers can get us safely down." He began casting on whoever needed it.

"Guess that means me first," said Drakul, taking the rope in hand, tying it around the frame of the well and beginning his descent.

He landed quietly and took a look around, drawing his weapons.

Climbing: Success by 2.
Stealth: Success by 7.

"Ladies second I suppose", Fergurth smiles as she grabs the rope and descends down after Drakul.

Climbing: Success by 2
Stealth: Success by 10

Mog sees the others going down the well as he is still stacking furniture. "'ey wait for me" he says running over to grab the rope and follow them down



climbing success by 5, stealth by 2

The adventurers are about to all begin their descent into the well by rope or by magic as the night sky becomes completely black with the swarming crows. Quietly they pull themselves into a well lit cavern. There are torches lining the walls of the room and a brazier in the middle. The room appears to be a natural cave with a floor of smooth stone.

As soon as the group quietly makes their way into the mouth of the cave a humanoid being made of fire swirls out of the brazier and from one of the torches a greenish mist seeps into a semi solid blob. Neither creature notices the group yet but the room is small and well lit; the element of surprise will only last a moment.

Grinning, Dagrak stepped forward. He'd never seen one of these before, but it looked like fire, and he could create water. A ball of water formed above the head of the elemental, before crashing down on it.

step 1 gallons of water created. 1FP success by 0


HP 12/12  FP 6/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: 2, Buffs: walk on air
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The Half-Ogre ducked into the shadows and appeared behind the brazier, slashing into the flaming creature repeatedly.

Stealth: Success by 8 to pop up behind him,
by 3 if we aren’t considered ambushing.
Telegraphic Rapid Strike: Success, Crit, Success.
Crit Table: Normal Damage.
Damage: 9, 12, and 8 cutting.

Brandaelfr steps briskly into the chamber while brandishing his halberd. He shouts at the humanoid made of fire, "What manner of evil are you, and what do you know about the undead hordes up above?!"

Move to be at Reach 2 of the fire elemental.

HP: 13/13     FP: 13/13     Buff: Walk on Air

As soon as Fergurth sees the monsters come to life, she steps toward the fiery foe and blends into the shadows below the torches. Stringing an arrow, she sends it soaring straight at his right eye. “Can’t hit me if he can’t see”, she thinks to herself.


Stealth: Success by 9/10 (sight/hearing)
AOA to the Eye: Crit Success
Crit Table: Major Wound
Damage: 8 imp

Mog sees the creatures, he assumes they are in league with whoever created the zombies and charges the moving fire


Failure:Move and attack
ended 2 yards from Fire being.

Fergurth shoots the flaming being.

Mog moves forward and misses.

Drakul slashes the elemental with his knives. Defend twice or take 5 crushing & 5 burning and 5 crushing & 9 burning

Dagrak creates water, which falls on the creature and immediately boils into steam.

Brandaelfr moves and shouts.

---

After taking an arrow and several knife wounds the Flame Lord turns all the way around and punches Drakul twice. The Toxifier flees into the farthest side of the room from the holy items.

The Flame Lord is in the same spot, but it turned around. The Toxifier has fled.

Flame Lord HP: -20/13
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Drakul took a step back, deflecting each blow with a knife, and cutting into the Flame Lord's arms. He continued his attack, slashing back and forth at the creature's midsection.

"Quite durable," he mused.

Parry: 2 successes.
Attack on Parry: 2 successes.
Damage: 11 and 13 cutting, one to each arm.

Rapid Strike: 2 successes.
Damage: 14 and 10 cutting.

"Not a talkative enemy? No matter! I will let my weapon become the dialogue." Brandaelfr mutters before striking twice.

Telegraphic Rapid Strike
Both successes. Flame Lord needs to defend twice at +2 (if it can even see the attacks to defend), or take 11(2) cut and 16(2) cut.

HP: 13/13     FP: 13/13     Buff: Walk on Air

"Did ya like yer bath laddie?" The dwarf clearly did not realize that the water had no effect. However he was low on FP, and so he headed for the flaming foe. He took a huge swing at the foe, and predictably missed. He really was better with his spells.

Move and attack, miss.

HP 12/12  FP 6/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: 2, Buffs: walk on air

Angry at himself for missing such a simple target, Mog swings once more, this time his axe heading straight for the flaming body.


Success:Attack, 13 cutting damage.

“Throw some spicy beer at him, maybe that’ll do the trick”, she says laughing to Drakul. Then shoots another arrow at the angry fireplace.

AOA to Skull: Success
Damage: 5imp x3

Fergurth shoots the flaming being again.

Mog takes a swipe at the elemental.

Drakul parries then attacks again.

Dagrak missed.

Brandaelfr swings true.

---

The adventurers hack the Flame Lord with a vengence; it simply cannot withstand the fury of their onslaught and collapses to the ground. A few more well placed chops and the thing extinguishes into a burst of smoke. The Toxifier continues to shift back and forth staying as far away as possible from Dagrak and Brandaelfr; if provided a way out it will flee up the well.

A set of locked, metal-bound doors bar the groups progress any further into the dungeon.

The Flame Lord fell unconscious so I assumed its execution. The Toxifier cowers in the corner.

Flame Lord HP: -107/13  Unconscious

Drakul hovers over the fallen flame lord for a moment.

"Fascinating," he said, before mercilessly carving what was left of the molten creature into nothingness.

He looked at his smoldering knives and grinned sadistically before blowing on them like a smoking musket.

Execution.

"Look at that cowardly thing over there. Shall we go an put et out of et's misery?

Brandaelfr looks at the toxifier and says, "If it is evil then it should perish. Let us test and see if this thing is evil."

With a slow, casual motion Brandaelfr concentrates and brings his halberd closer to the toxifier.

Turning success by 8 with Rule of 16. He wants to see if it shrinks back from his weapon, or if it is just cowardly in general.

"Oh feck it. Ye might want ta plug yer ears. This is the spell that took me hearing." A shimmering ball of condensed air grew in his hands as he prayed. A second later he released the ball at the ground by the creatures feet.

Success on both rolls, Used the wrong thread tho, Faelar is casting spells again. 6 damage crushing -1FP Everyone that plugged their ears needs to make a HT+2 roll to not be stunned. Success on that as well for grak

HP 12/12  FP 5/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: 2, Buffs: walk on air

"Did you say lug my fears? What does that even mean?" Brandaelfr asks in a confused tone.

At the same time, the Eldhud takes some obvious swings at the cringing demon.

For the two turns it takes Dagrak to cast and throw the spell, Brandaelfr does Telegraphic Rapid Strikes. All 4 are successes. I rolled damage, but the toxifier is diffuse so it is probably just the 2 injury per strike.

Drakul swiftly beheads the fire demon which pops into ash. The adventurers quickly turn their murderous skills onto the helpless demon and under their relentless attacks it disappates into nothing in mere seconds.

A set of locked, metal-bound doors bar the groups progress any further into the dungeon.

You're in a secure locked room, so while time is of the essence this is a safe place to rest up for a few minutes.

"Well that was fun, but before we head on further, Ah best be setting for ah bit. Even though me spells air cast with the power o' tha Laird O' Thoondar himself, it does take a bit out o me." The dwarf plops down "Et will just be ah minute."

Gonna need 55min to get full FP. I don't quite have the spell at skill 20 yet. Letting all my spells lapse during the break.

Storing her arrow back into her quiver, Fergurth walks to the locked door as rattles the handle. “Drakul, can you open this door? If you can get it open we can scout ahead while the old man rests.”

"The question is not so much whether or not I can open the door," said Drakul. "Rather, the question is, Does the door wish to be opened?"

A handful of small tools appeared from his sleeve, and he began working on the door.

Lockpicking: Success by 4.

After the group rests Drakul picks the lock on the double doors, they swing open easily revealing another set of identical doors. After the second set of doors are picked the thief and scout sneak in.

Spread evenly in the middle of the room are four substantial gravestones set over sarcophagi. At the far side of the room two huge stone golems who stand guarding either side of a doorway. They do not see the adventurers yet.
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Drakul slowly made his way back to the others.

"Room up there has two stone golems, and four sarcophagi," he said. "So, let us prepare and then go."

"Atleast they're not moving dead... Lets just go smash them!" Mog says as he begins to walk off towards the room with his enemies.

"Well If ya want ta wait until Ah'm rested Ah'll cast some spells ta help ya out."

Brandaelfr lowers his weapon across the doorway with the intention of partially blocking Mog's egress. He says quietly, "We do not know the strength of these enemies. It would be best to let the Cleric cast some divine magic and go as a group. If you choose to rush in, know that you may endanger us all."

Success by 7 on Leadership.

The Dwarf cast a spell on Drakul, and then one on himself.

+2DB for Drakul, +2 for himself. -6FP

HP 12/12  FP 13/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: 2, Buffs: +2DB
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Seeing as though her arrows would have little effect on a man made of rock she decides to hold back with an arrow at the ready. "I’ll keep an eye on these coffins”, she whispers to the group.

Wait
(If anything pops out of the grave she fires an arrow at their skull)
Damage: 8imp x4
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Once buffed up, Drakul headed back in, slinking into the shadows behind the one with the maul and cutting deep into the stony neck.

Backstabbing (Stealth): Success.
Rapid Strike to Neck: Both successful.
Damage (mighty blows): 9 and 14 cutting to the neck.

FP: 9/11

To help Drakul sneak in successfully, Brandaelfr charges into the room shouting, "For the Allfather!"

Full move of 4 yards toward northern golem. If we started at the smiley, I think that puts the golem 3 yards away.

Dagrak heads for the golems

move 5 yards towards the nearest golem

HP 12/12  FP 13/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: 2, Buffs: +2DB

Bellowing a war cry Mog charges the golems and swings his axe.

Heroic Charge -1 FP. 11 cutting damage

HP: 23/23     FP: 13/14
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Fergurth keeps watch over the graves.

Mog attacks the sword golem.
Defend or take 12 Cutting Damage

Drakul backstabs the maul golem.
Defend or take 18 Crushing Damage

Dagrak charges the enemy.

Brandaelfr follows his comrades into battle.

---

The adventurers make their move, while most of the crew charges in shouting, Drakul gets in two very hard strikes at the neck of the maul wielding golem. Mog takes a swing at the other golem, but the construct is about to react in time and dodges the blow. The golems take huge heavy swings at the ones that attacked them.

The Golems are simply attacking the two who attacked them.

Sword Stone Golem     HP: 30/30
Maul Stone Golem     HP: 0/30

Mog brings his axe up to parry the huge sword. Then he swings his axe at the golem twice, but the second swing misses.

-1 FP Rapid Recovery; Luck expended on defense for success.
20 cutting damage

HP: 23/23     FP: 12/14
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Watching as the Cleric moves to help the Thief, Brandaelfr moves forward into the space the Cleric just occupied. With a shout, he swings his halberd at the right leg of the golem.

Deceptive Attack Success
Sword golem needs to defend at -1 or take 11(2) cut to the right leg.

HP: 13/13     FP: 13/13

The maul sailed right in front of Drakul’s face as he bent over backwards, nearly touching his head to the ground. He came back up and stepped closer, his blade flashing again at the stone creature’s neck.

Acrobatic Dodge: Success.
Movement: Step into Close Combat.
Attack to Neck: Success.
Damage: 9 cutting to the neck.

FP: 9/11

Dagrak steps forward and attacks the golem

Giant step -1FP. 8 cr damage to golem

HP 12/12  FP 12/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: 2, Buffs: +2DB
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Fergurth keeps watch over the graves.

Mog attacks the sword golem.

Drakul slashes the maul golem.
Defend or take 12 crushing damage.

Dagrak attacks the maul golem.

Brandaelfr attacks the sword golem.

---

The Adventurers keep up the pressure, busting off chunks of stone with every blow. The sword wielding golem falls back against the wall and takes a swing at each of it's attackers, but misses both times. The maul wielding golem, pressed by it's attackers and with nowhere to retreat, drops it's weapon and punches a huge stony fist at Drakul.

Sword Stone Golem     HP: -10/30     Crippled Leg, Sitting
Maul Stone Golem     HP: -14/30
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Drakul took a step back and pushed aside the stony fist with his off-hand kukri, then sliced twice across the golem’s torso with his other blade.

Retreat Parry: Success.
Hit with Parry: Success.
Damage: 13 cutting to the arm.
Rapid Strike: Two successes.
Damage: 10 & 9 cutting.

FP: 9/11

Brandaelfr presses the attack by taking a swing at the golem's right arm.

Deceptive Attack Success
Sword golem needs to defend at -3 (-2 for Sitting, -1 for Deceptive) or take 11(2) cut to the right arm.

HP: 13/13     FP: 13/13

"Oi, that is a beeg hammer! But ya need ta heet something with et!" Shouts the dwarf as it crashes down. He took another swing at the golem.

5 cr damage to golem

HP 12/12  FP 12/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: 2, Buffs: +2DB

Mog lays into the golem with everything he's got, striking it twice hard with his axe.

AOA Double success. 16 & 18 cutting damage.

HP: 23/23     FP: 12/14
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The adventurers destroy the golems with handily; the room is now still. The four sarcophagi sit spread throughout the middle of the room and there is a door through a short hallway that the golems were guarding.
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Drakul checked his knives for dings from striking the rock, sheathed them both, then checked the sarcophagi for traps.

Success by 1 on Per-based Traps.

The little elf stores her arrow in its quiver and hustles to assist Drakul in searching the Sarcophagi. “What do you thinks in here, stone zombies”, she says only half joking.

Traps: success by 7 on Per based Traps
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"The dead lay sleepless in the long sleep of dying," said Drakul. "Usual these types of burials are for long journeys."

"Or they could be hiding whatever caused the undead to rise up above. I will try to shove the lid off of them one by one. If everyone else would please cover me in case whatever is inside is not friendly?" Brandaelfr asks.

Assuming he gets nods from at least one other party member, he will shove the first lid off.

Fergurth listen as if she totally knows what they’re talking about. “I’m ready, open that lid. If anything pops out I’ll sink an arrow so deep in his eye it’ll pierce his soul”, she states with confidence. “Well assuming it has one”. Stringing an arrow, she stands next to Brandaelfr, prepping for the worst.

Wait Maneuver
 Bow: Crit Success attacking eye
 Crit Table: Normal Damage
 Damage: 8 imp x 4

The lid of the first sarcophagus slides off to the floor, inside there is nothing but decaying bones wrapped in a tattered burial shroud. Undaunted the delvers open a second grave to find much the same, except that on the brow of the skeleton sits a silver tiara. Encouraged by their find they pop open a third coffin to find an engraved copper chest with a multitude of gold coins inside. Inside the final coffin is a very high quality broadsword, still clutched in the hands of a draugr, who is not very happy with the delvers defilement of his tomb.

The draugr springs forth and Fergurth immediately plants an arrow in it's eye socket. Its mouth opens in a silent scream of defiance as it swings it's flanking sword at Brandaelfr while sitting up.

Brandaelfr, defend or take 15 cutting damage, plus 2 burning damage.

Draugr Chief    HP: -5/27

The sword careening toward his torso spurs Brandaelfr into an accelerated defense that costs him some energy. He gasps out, "I don't think that arrow quite got to the soul!"

Feverish Retreat Dodge Success
Ready Maneuver to get Gungnir unslung

HP: 13/13     FP: 12/13

After impaling the draugr’s eye, Fergurth’s heart races in excitement. “This trip down the well just keeps getting better”, she thinks to herself. Without missing a beat, the little elf readies another death stick, attempting  to impale the other eye. She looks over at Brandaelfr and smiles, “Let’s try this again”.

Bow: Success targeting eye
Damage: 4 imp x4
Arrows: Bodkin 7/10 Fine 15/20
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Drakul had waited behind the tomb, and took his opportunity to slash the creature’s neck.

Backstabbing: Success.
Attack to Neck: Success.
Damage: 8 cutting.

"You need ta go back ta sleep!" He stepped forward and swung at the Daugar.

3 cr damage to Dead guy

HP 12/12  FP 12/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: 2, Buffs: +2DB

seeing the dead moving set Mog into motion swinging his axe down in an overhead chop for the body, attempting to redead the thing. As the blow was coming down and about to land Mog screamed back in response to the silent scream 'AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH' but in his fervor, he lost his aim and his axe came down right in front of the thing.



Failed:AoA(strong) rolled 15/14

Fergurth shoots at the draug's eye.

Mog misses with a mighty swing.
Take 18 cutting damage, plus 2 burning damage.

Drakul slashes the draug's neck.

Dagrak tries to whack the draug.

Brandaelfr readies his weapon.

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The adventurers go on the offensive right away, but the draug is ready for them. It blocks Ferurth's arrow with it's shield and bats aside Dagrak's mace with it's sword. Only Drakul it's able to land a blue by slashing it's neck from behind. With great effort it stands up and delivers a savage slash across Mog's chest, fiery sword cutting and burning at the same time. Now that it's standing, the adventurers can get a good look at it. It wears mail armor with a pot helm in it's head, and in addition to the sword and shield an axe it's slung on its belt.

Draug Chief    HP: -21/27
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Taking advantage of the Draug not turning around yet, Drakul slashed its neck again.

Attack to Neck: Success.
Damage: 11 cutting.

Feeling the burn and relishing the joy of battle against a hated for, Mog howls ripping his axe back up and across at the Draugr in a wild slash quickly following that up with a swing coming back in horizontally accross it's chest, attempting to cleave it in two.



mog has gone berserk...
Failure SCR berserk
Success ht knockdown/stunning, consciousness and deceptive AoA double
Defend at -2 for each or take 17 and 11 cutting damage respectively.


HP:-6/20     FP:12/14
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Dagrak stepped back and cast a healing spell on the raging barbarian.

Cast majore healing on mog, 20 HP, 4FP

HP 12/12  FP 8/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: 2, Buffs: +2DB
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Brandaelfr employs a bit of strategy and burns some energy taking a giant step toward the rear of the enemy. With a slight turn, the Eldhud then swings his halberd for the skull of the draugr.

Giant Step and Attack (Hex up and right of Drakul)
Draugr needs to defend at -2 (Runaround Attack) or take 14(2) cut to the skull.

HP: 13/13     FP: 11/13

A little taken back by the fact that her arrow was brushed aside, she gets a little worried. “Worrying is weakness and weakness gets you killed”, she whispers to herself. She swipes two arrows from her quiver, knocks her bow and sends them sailing at the Draugs neck.

Deceptive DWA: Success -2 to Draugr’s dodge
Damage: 7, 8 imp to neck
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Fergurth shoots two arrows at the draug's neck.

Mog attacks with his axe.

Drakul slashes the draug's neck again.

Dagrak heals Mog.

Brandaelfr takes a swing at the draug.

---

The fight is intense as the heroes try to bring down the draug chief. Fergurth launches two arrows, one is blocked by the thing's shield but the other embeds in it's neck. Mog's first strike is turned aside by the Draug's sword, but the other slices the undead's chest. Again Drakul slashes the dead thing's neck, while Dagrak heals Mog. Brandaelfr's attack was on Target and split the Draug's skull killing it. The room is now still.

You do however, have an enraged Barbarian to deal with.

Draug Chief    HP: Dead
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Noting that Mog looks ready to keep killing, Brandaelfr attempts to get him to snap out of it. Brandaelfr shouts, "Barbarian, stand down! Your foe is vanquished!"

Do Nothing Maneuver
Success on Leadership

HP: 13/13     FP: 11/13

Mog continues slashing away wildly away at the downed foe. As he hears his new companions voice trying to soothe him he looks upat him, eyes wild with anger and starts to move towards this new target before slowing... Stopping and snapping out of it, Mog spits on the ground saying "I don't like undead" before going back to check the other sarcophagi for anything moving.
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Sighing with relief, Brandaelfr slowly lowers his halberd and visibly relaxes. He quips, "As useful as Barbarians are, they never make things easy, do they?"

Touching the sword of the fallen draugr, he asks, "Is anyone able to wield this sword effectively? If not, I guarantee I can sell it for a good grip of gold to a merchant in town."

Standing up, he walks over toward the door to the next room. He asks the group, "Does it appear like there are any traps hindering our progress onward? The treasure in this room has been here a long time, and I think it will wait a little longer while we solve the undead problem."

As one might expect the door previously guarded by two huge stone golems had no traps, indeed it wasn't even locked. The delvers cautiously file into a new room and are greeted by the sight and sound of running water. The water is slowly flowing diagonally south to north across the room and  suspended above it is a chain. The chain comes up from the water in one corner, then up to a series of pullies and gears on the center of the celling, then back down into the water on the opposite corner. It would be easy enough to swim across, but it isn't possible to see if anything lurks in dark water. On their side of the bank, there is a very large lever, though it is unclear what it will do.

Brandaelfr asks, "Anyone else think that lever looks suspiciously like a trap?"

Ignoring the lever for the moment, he dips the head of his halberd into the water hoping to see anything beneath the surface. He makes sure to stand back as far as he can from the edge while doing so.

I have no idea how far light carries underwater in DF.

"Mystery lever sitting out in the open, just begging to be pulled?" said Drakul. "Must be a sign from the gods, but a thread of the weave woven before us. Mog! I think the gods have chosen you..."

The Eldhud dips his halberd into the water and luckily it is made of light because the illumination gives Brandaelfr time to react to the leeches that leap out of the water at his face. Two leeches miss but two are on target to latch onto the holy warrior's face.

Defend twice or have two leeches latch onto your face. :)

Fergurth is pulling back her bow as Brandaelfr dips his halberd in the ominous water. As the Elhud jumps back she sees the leeches leaping toward his face. Releasing her arrow she impales the pest right out of the air. “Eww, I hate leeches!” , she yells with a look of disgust on her face.

Bow: Crit Success
Crit Table: Normal Damage
Damage: 8 imp

Backpedaling quickly, Brandaelfr brings his halberd up to defend his face. He then attempts to kill the other one flopping around on the floor, but misses.

Feverish Retreat Parry Success!
Success on Polearm skill to do 15(2) cut on the parry to the leech

Attack Maneuver
Failure by 1 on attack targeting the other leech on the ground

HP: 13/13     FP: 12/13
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"Any God who chooses me has chosen poorly" Mog says as he absent mindedly swings his axe over, using the axe to push down on the lever without taking his eyes off the water.

Seeing the leeches jump as he hits the lever, he rushes forward to smash one of the leeches that missed Brand with the side of his blade.

success:great axe
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"Actually, I changed my mind. The gods want you to go for a swim."

Drakul unsheathed his knives and moved up to just beyond reach of the leeches.

A yard behind Brandaelfr, or something thereabouts.

Dagrak shot a bolt of lighting at the water. "This usually fixes tha monters".

3 damage to the water

The room goes from peaceful and still to filled with action all at once. Brandaelfr provokes leaping leeches with the sunlight from his halberd. Fergurth quickly shoots a leech out of the air while the holy warrior cuts another one protecting his face. Drakul readies his knives while Dagrak sends a bolt of lightning into the water itself, he is rewarded with several dead leeches floating to the surface. Behind all this, Mog pushes the lever with his axe and blades spring up nearly ripping the weapon from his hand. The delvers can see the water begining to lower as the gears in the ceiling move the chains.

The leeches that missed leap again, one at Brandaelfr and another at Drakul.
Defend or have a leech on your face.

Drakul took a step back and batted aside the leech, then stepped forward again.

Retreat Parry: Success.
Hit with Parry: Success.
Damage: 10 cutting.
All-Out Defense (Increased Parry)

"Ah told you it would fix tha monsters! 'Eres another ya bastards!" He summoned another bolt.

another bolt of lightning. It was cast as 1d-1, but it was a crit.

Taking another step back Brandaelfr parries again. This time he resolves to protect his face and settles into a defensive posture.

Feverish Retreat Parry Success!
Success on Polearm skill to do 15(2) cut on the parry to the leech

AoD Increased Parry

HP: 13/13     FP: 11/13

Unsure of what lurks below, the little elf readies an arrow and backs away from the water’s edge as it begins to recede.

Move: Step Back
Ready Bow: Success

The water is alive with leeches jumping and splashing as the water recedes, but none can reach the delvers. Brandaelfr sees something else moving in the water, right as it breaks the surface to strike he can see it is a large serpent. At the same time several more serpents pass through the ground and strike the rest of the party. Drakul and Mog are hit from the front, but Dagrak and Fergurth are struck from behind.

Fergurth take 1 impaling. Roll HT-4, take 9 toxic if you fail, 5 if you succeed.
Mog defend or take 1 impaling. Roll HT-4, take 9 toxic if you fail, 5 if you succeed.
Drakul defend or take 1 impaling. Roll HT-4, take 4 toxic if you fail, 1 if you succeed.
Dagrak take 4 impaling. Roll HT-4, take 6 toxic if you fail, 3 if you succeed.
Brandaelfr defend or take 2 impaling. Roll HT-4, take 4 toxic if you fail, 2 if you succeed.
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Brandaelfr bats aside the serpent's face with the axe of his halberd. He again takes a defensive stance as he looks to see what damage was done to the serpent.

Defense: Parry Success
Success on Polearm skill to do 9(2) cut on the parry to the serpent

Maneuver: All-Out Defense (Increased Parry)

HP: 13/13     FP: 11/13

Mog easily swipes the serpent off its path towards him and back down at the serpent


Success:Parry, Committed Attack: Strong
14 cut damage from parry if applicable

attacking nearest living slithering thing
success by 8 if SM0, can step twice and flip axe into reach 2 for free action if needed
16 cutting damage

Missing health from previous fight.



HP:17/23

Drakul stepped away from the snake and deflected its bite with his blade, then stepped forward again, ready for another attack.

Retreat Parry: Success.
Hit with Parry: Success.
Damage: 10 cutting.
All-Out Defense (Increased Parry).

Focused on what’s emerging from where the water once was, Fergurth doesn’t spot the snake that snuck up behind her. It lashes at her from behind, it’s fangs sink into her armor just shy of her skin. She whips around and fires an arrow at the magic reptile’s head.

Deceptive Attack to Skull: Success -1 to defend
Damage: 5imp x4

"Oi! somethang feckin' bit mey!" He turned to face the snake casting armor as he did. "That feckin' hurt! ya wee beastie!"

change facing and cast armor 4 -7FP

HP 6/12  FP 12/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: 1, Buffs: +4DR

The adventurers reaction to the sudden attack was swift. In defending themselves the delvers are able to kill more than half of the serpents. The remaining two phase serpents easily dodge the delvers attacks, but then flee through the ground and do not reappear.

After five minutes of waiting the river has completely drained away and there is just a muddy embankment and riverbed. On the other side of the river is a door and the delvers can hear movement on the other side.

The poison is still hurting Dagrak. If you don't have a cure poison spell there are 5 more cycles of the same damage. You'll probably make the HT rolls, but that's still 1d6/minute for the five minutes it takes to drain the river. Damage will be 2, 4, 4, 4, & 2.

[Private to Mog: Mog remembers that phase serpent brains are supposed to be valuable if you can harvest them. $100 each]
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Drakul waited until everyone was ready to move on, then tiptoed over to check the door.

Success by 3 to check for traps.
Is the door unlocked?

'Anyone know how to pull these serpent brains out without ruinin' 'em? I think I saw a trader selling them for 5 silver a while back and we might be able to get some thing for them.'

The dwarf began to get very pale as he sank to the ground and clutched his stomach."I think tha bastard poisoned me! Good thing Ah'm a dwarf! It'll take more than that to put me in ta ground!" He waited for the pain to lessen, nearly passing out in the process, (not that he would admit to such a thing), then he prayed for healing.

made all the resist rolls. need to heal for 14 damage -6FP.

HP 12/12  FP 8/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: , Buffs:

Brandaelfr watches carefully to make sure the Cleric survives. He offers, "I can bandage your wound, but I have nothing that works on venom."

After Dagrak gets back up again, the Eldhud comments to the Barbarian, "Use something sharp and cut carefully? You might need the skill of a surgeon to extract brains intact."

Should nothing further happen on this side of the chasm, Brandaelfr crosses the muddy embankment and stands a bit behind Drakul waiting to see what the door reveals.

Drakul finds no traps and again the door is unlocked. Beyond the door the delvers see a rectangular room divided into three aisles by two rows of pillars; the pillars are wide and close together, they might be usable as cover, but you cannot squeeze between them.

As the delvers sneak in they see a Peshkali, a six armed serpentine demon, wielding six gleaming scimitars. It slithers among three small idols sitting on pedestals at the far end of the room. All is still for a moment, then the eyes of one idol glow and a fireball grows in it's mouth but then explodes damaging the idol. This alerts the Peshkali who draws all of its swords and starts towards them.

Drakul bolted down the left aisle, his blades flashing in the torchlight as he slashed at the idol.

Heroic Charge (Rapid Strike): 2 Successes.
Damage: 8 and 9 cutting.

FP: 10/11

Brandaelfr fails to be stealthy the moment he walks through the door. Once the monster is alerted though he charges forward into the fray.

Maneuver: Move
Brandaelfr is now 4 yards along the south wall now

HP: 13/13     FP: 11/13
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Fergurth glides in the door behind Drakul, back against the wall. When she sees Drakul dart down the isle, she takes off after him, her little elf feet moving as fast as they can while she loads another arrow.  "Now this is a monster, I’d like to see uncle say I’m not qualified now”, she whispers to herself.

Stealth: Success by 1/2  (Sight/Hearing)
Move and Ready
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Dagrak enters the room with his usual amount of noise. He charges he nearest idol, brandishing his hammer.

I have move five, so it might take me a few turns.

Mog sees everyone running in and follows at full speed. Once in the room he sees most going down the closest isle and instead chooses to run down the center aisle hoping it might be a bit quicker to not get tripped up by those who were not as quick. As he entered the middle aisle he let loose a great howl of excitement "YAAAAAAAAA" in an attempt to draw all attention to himself and for the sheer joy of the fight that was soon to be had.



Full move of 6 towards center aisle and then towards the Peshkali.

Fergurth moves and readies her bow.

Mog charges into the room.
Dodge or 4 take burning damage, metal DR does not protect.

Drakul runs and smashes an idol.
Defend 6 times or take 14, 12, 11, 12, 14, & 14 cutting damage.

Dagrak runs into the room.

Brandaelfr also runs into the room.

---

Drakul is faster and stealthier than all his companions, he sneaks in and makes a break for the idols, successfully destroying one before the peshkali guarding them can react. The idol's destruction causes the whole room to shake and tremble. The rest of his team follows into the room at their best speed bellowing and clanking along as they go. However, the guardian's vengeance is swift; it closes the distance and lays into Drakul with everything it has, hitting the thief half a dozen times in an instant. Additionally, the second idol fires a lightning bolt at Mog as he runs towards it.

Everyone make a DX+2 roll to remain standing.

Peshkali    HP: 20/20
Idol 1     Destroyed
Idol 2     10/10
Idol 3     10/10
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Keeping his feet despite the room shaking, Brandaelfr charges onward.

Success on DX+2 roll to stay upright

Maneuver: Move
Brandaelfr is now sprinting, so 5 more yards along the south wall.

HP: 13/13     FP: 11/13

Drakul somehow managed to avoid certain death by the skin of his teeth, but one of the demon’s blades found its home in his chest. He almost passed out, but managed to move back toward Dagrak.

"I decided which spell I want, master dwarf!" he said, a trickle of blood running down his cheek, dwarfing the gaping wound in his chest.

Defenses: All success except one. Took 16 HP injury.
HT to avoid KD&S: Success.
HT to stay conscious: Success.
AOD (Increased Parry)

HP: -2/14     FP: 5/11
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The elf’s sprint comes to a halt when the room and floor begin to tremble. All the practice running on logs payed off as she easily keeps her footing. She brings her bow up and fires an arrow at the slithering demons eye. “I’ll be taking your head”, she states to the Peshkali with confidence.


DX Roll: Success
Manuever: Successful shot to eyes
Damage: 4 imp x4

"Ah'll do what Ah ken laddie, but you really should try ta avoid the swords next taim." He continued to charge forward, praying that the thief would stay alive.

Mog continued charging up the center of the aisle, taking a lightning bolt to the chest with barely a grunt. Mog ended his charge with the lightning bolt throwing idol between him and the demon, keeping an eye on both.

success DX to stay standing, fail dodge, took 2 damage

HP:15/23
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Fergurth shoots the demon in one eye.

Mog charges into the room.
Defend 7 times or take 17, 15, 15, 12, 15, 14, & 9 cutting damage.
Dodge or take 5 impaling damage.

Drakul focuses on defense.

Dagrak keeps running.

Brandaelfr keeps running.

---

Reeling from a deep wound Drakul drops back to focus on his defense while others charge forward. Fergurth puts an arrow in the demon's eye and Mog makes a big show off getting near the middle idol. The Peshkali is very unhappy about Mog's proximity to the idol and charges attacking the barbarian seven times. The third idol shoots a spear of ice at Mog while he is focusing on keeping the second idol between him and the demon.

Peshkali    HP: 12/20
Idol 1     Destroyed
Idol 2     10/10
Idol 3     10/10
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"There were six of them," said Drakul, breathing hard as he continued to retreat. "Loki’s Luck alone I didn’t meet his daughter."

HT: Success.
AOD (Increased Parry).
Movement: Step back.

Brandaelfr continues onward.

Maneuver: Move
Brandaelfr is still sprinting, so 5 more yards along the south wall.

HP: 13/13     FP: 11/13

Mog BARELY gets his axe up in time to stop the initial onslaught of swords as he quickly takes a step backwards. stumbling he gets caught by the second sword and falls uncoscious collapsing and taking all the other sword swings on his way to the ground.\


successes by 0 on retreat feverish parry, fail on second dodge and Consciousness roll. all others hit automatically.

Success on 3 rolls to not die.


HP:-91/23     FP:11/14
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the dwarf stepped forward and touched the thief with his hammer as he prayed. The wounds shrunk, and the bleeding stopped. Drakul was still wounded, but he was no longer in fear of death.

Step and heal for 10HP -4FP.

HP 12/12  FP 15/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: , Buffs:

“You can’t run from me”, Fergurth screams at the 6 armed demon. She draws two arrow and sends them sailing.

DWA Bow: Success, Crit Success
Crit Table: Regular Damage
Damage: 5 and 7 imp

Fergurth shoots the demon twice in the chest.

Mog is unconscious.

Drakul focuses on defense.

Dagrak keeps running.

Brandaelfr keeps running.
Defend or take 14, 12, 16, 11, 11, 16, & 16 cutting damage.

---

Mog is unconscious after being shredded by the demon. Fergurth attacks and Brandaelfr continues closing the distance. Drakul is mostly healed by Dagrak. The demon shows all of its teeth in a Savage grin as is slithers back at the adventurers.

Peshkali    HP: 0/20
Idol 1     Destroyed
Idol 2     10/10
Idol 3     10/10
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Brandaelfr attempts to defend. Things go poorly, but somehow he is still standing at the end of the onslaught. Barely. He weakly takes a clumsy step backwards and gasps, "Help."

Defense:
Feverish Retreat Parry 15 Success
Feverish Retreat Dodge 13 Success
Feverish Retreat Dodge 13 Success
Feverish Retreat Dodge 13 Fail by 1
     Major Wound HT Roll Crit Success
     Stay Conscious HT Roll Success
Feverish Retreat Parry 11 Crit Fail
     Weapon turns in Brandaelfr's hand
     Major Wound HT Roll Success
Feverish Retreat Dodge 9 Success
Feverish Retreat Dodge 9 Success

Maneuver: AoD (Increased Dodge) & Step Back
Stay Conscious HT Roll Success
Brandaelfr is reeling and very tired. His weapon is unready. His Move is 1, and his Dodge is 2.

HP: -11/13     FP: 4/13
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"Oi, laddie wait a moment before going back at em. I'll pray for the Laird o' Thoonder ta protect you-- Hold on, the lass took oot its eyes, go for the idol, Ah'll heal Brandaelfr" He prayed for a healing.

10 HP for brand. -4FP.

HP 12/12  FP 11/16 ER 0/3 Spells on: , Buffs:
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Watching as another of her companions gets mercilessly slashed with the onslaught of swords, hatred comes over her. What she once viewed as a game she now took personal. "Demon, I will pierce your very soul", she threatens as she releases the string of her bow. Two arrows sail straight for the monster's eyes.

Maneuver: Step and Shoot
Double Shot to Eyes: Success
Damage: 9 & 9 imp

Seeing the demon’s eyes out out, Drakul ran across the room and struck another idol to pieces.

"Destroy the last statue!" he said.

Heroic Charge (-1 FP): Success.
Damage: 8 cutting.
Full Move to the furthest idol.

HP: 8/14     FP: 4/11
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Fergurth blinds the demon

Mog is unconscious.

Drakul runs and destroys the third idol.

Dagrak heals Brandaelfr.
Defend or take 15 & 15 cutting damage.

Brandaelfr hurts.

---

Fergurth puts out the demon's eyes, while Drakul runs forward and destroys another idol. The destruction of the idol causes the whole room to shake even more violently than before. The peshkali manages to find Dagrak and two of its attacks are on target.

DX roll or fall down.

Peshkali    HP: -36/20
Idol 1     Destroyed
Idol 2     10/10
Idol 3     Destroyed
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Drakul turned and moved toward the last idol.

"Never mind, I’ll get the statue!" he said.

DX: Success.
Move adjacent to the idol.

HP: 8/14     FP: 4/11

In the event that Dagrak cannot heal him: Brandaelfr tries to get his weapon back into position, but falls unconscious.

With a tired grimace, Brandaelfr brings his halberd back into a ready position.

Maneuver: Ready
Successful on DX roll to stay upright
Brandaelfr is somewhat back in the fight, although very fatigued.

HP: 9/13     FP: 4/13
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Dagrak dodged both of the attacks. the Demon over extended on the last attack and dropped a sword. It gave the dwarf an idea."et's got too many damn swords. try chopping off an arm, it will even the odds" He prayed again for healing.

10 HP for brand. -4FP.

HP 12/12  FP 9/16 ER 0/3, PI 0/4 Spells on: , Buffs:
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Watching as her last two arrows sunk deep into the monsters eyes, a rush of confidence and bloodlust comes over her. She smiles as she relieves her quiver of two more arrows. This monster was gonna die, and she’d fill it with every last arrow she had if that’s what it took. She aimed for a spot that seemed to lack damage. She lets loose two more arrows, straight at the monsters neck. “Eyes, chest, and now... neck.”

Double Shot to Neck: Crit Success and Success
Crit Table: Max Damage
Damage: 9imp & 8imp

Fergurth shoots the demon's neck.

Mog is unconscious.

Drakul moves near the middle idol.

Dagrak heals Brandaelfr some more.
Defend or take 16 cutting damage.

Brandaelfr readies his weapon.

---

The party heals and positions itself to end the fight while Fergurth plants more arrows in the demon. The demon attempts to hit Dagrak and Brandaelfr. While the demon can clearly hear them it has difficulty hitting them.

Peshkali    HP: -54/20
Idol 1     Destroyed
Idol 2     10/10
Idol 3     Destroyed

Drakul sliced the idol to pieces.

Telegraphic Rapid Strike: 3 hits.
Damage: 12, 9, and 10 cutting.
Step towards the Peshkali.

HP: 8/14     FP: 4/11

Feeling a lot better, Brandaelfr manages to swing his halberd at the Peshkali twice but only manages to be on target with one blow.

Maneuver: Attack
Rapid-Strike at Arms, but only one success
Peshkali takes 14(2) cut to one arm wielding a sword

HP: 9/13     FP: 4/13

Dagrak dodged yet another attack. He looked around and realized that while others could attack at this point he would do the most good by distracting the monster. He prayed for protection and then continued to shout. "Oi! Over 'ere! Ya missed me!"

retreat dodge, step and cast shield 2, -3FP

HP 12/12  FP 6/16 ER 0/3, PI 0/4 Spells on: , Buffs:

Her victory of peppering the demon is short lived when she realizes that it doesn’t seem to be overly phased by the arrows. “Well, I haven’t hit it’s arms yet, I suppose that’s next.” She draws back effortlessly on her bow, takes a step forward and... seems to step on a piece of ground that loosened during the earthquakes. Her foot over extends and she looses her balance. She wobbles for a second but lickily keeps herself standing.

Double Shot: Crit Fail
Crit Table: Lose Balance, -2 to next Defense

Fergurth loses her balance.

Mog is unconscious.

Drakul destroys the middle idol.

Dagrak buffs himself.

Brandaelfr attacks the demon.

---

Drakul destroys the middle idol, the whole room shakes more violently than any of the times before, and there is another loud horn blast identical to the one at the start of the zombie attack. Dagrak draws the demon's attention while Brandaelfr chops one of its arms off. The demon seems more disoriented it lunges where no one is and swings all of its swords at nothing.

Roll DX-2 or fall down.

Peshkali    HP: -65/20
Idol 1     Destroyed
Idol 2     Destroyed
Idol 3     Destroyed
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Despite the ground shaking again, Brandaelfr is now back into a rhythm. He swings twice at the arms of the Peshkali, although the second blow is a little weak.

Success on DX-2 roll to stay standing

Maneuver: Attack
Rapid-Strike at Arms, Success on both
Peshkali takes 16(2) and 7(2) cut to two arms wielding swords

HP: 9/13     FP: 4/13
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Drakul moved to behind the demon.

Move.

HP: 8/14     FP: 4/11

Shaking or no shaking, the ground wasn’t gonna trip her up again. She braces herself and readies her bow. Bodkins seemed to be a better fit for the thick skin of the Peshkali. She takes aim and fires two arrows right at a joint of one of its left arms. The arrows sail true but even with their armor punching heads, they still just barely scratched the surface.

DX Roll: Success
Double Shot: Success and Success
Damage: Bodkin Arrows 3(2) pi and 3(2) pi

Fergurth shoots.

Mog is unconscious.

Drakul moves behind the demon.

Dagrak shouts.
Defend or take 20 cutting damage.

Brandaelfr attacks the demon.

---

The delvers keep their feet and start ganging up on the peshkali. Two of its arms hang limp but it continues to track the yelling dwarf, one wild swing is even on target.

Peshkali    HP: -95/20
Idol 1     Destroyed
Idol 2     Destroyed
Idol 3     Destroyed
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Focused on the task before him, Brandaelfr continues to dismantle the demon. He keeps chopping even once all the arms are crippled.

Maneuver: Attack
Rapid-Strike at Arms, Success on both
Peshkali takes 13(2) and 11(2) cut to two arms wielding swords

Maneuver: Attack
Rapid-Strike at Arms, Success on both
Peshkali takes 13(2) and 15(2) cut to two arms wielding swords

HP: 9/13     FP: 4/13

Drakul slashed the creature’s arms.

Rapid Strike: Both successful.
Damage: 12 and 8 cutting to the Arm Joint.

Rapid Strike: Both successful.
Damage: 9 and 7 cutting to the Arm Joint.

HP: 8/14     FP: 4/11

The delvers finish off the demon by crippling his remaining arms. With the idols destroyed and their guardian defeated all is still. Mog still lays on the middle of the room unconscious from his many wounds and many of the delvers are exhausted from the fight, but they all survived.

Brandaelfr takes a few extra swings and decapitates the the Peshkali, just to be sure. He then walks over to Mog and checks to see if the Barbarian is still breathing. Noting that he is, Brandaelfr gets his healer's kit and gets to bandaging the worst wounds between healing spells from Dagrak.

After finishing up this task, Brandaelfr rests against the columns of the room until his energy returns. He offers everyone a ration from his pack and eats one as well.

He makes conversation while resting, "Well, we survived that thing somehow. Anyone know what it was? Next time we should probably let the Cleric cast some spells before we charge in or someone might actually die."

He continues, "We have gone into battle together and emerged on the other side. I would like to know all of your names, if you would do me that honor. Mine is Brandaelfr Erling of Isfjall."

First Aid only provides 1 HP back to Mog. Fortunately, Dagrak is a much better healer than Brandaelfr.
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"Ah am called Dagrak Torsten. Ah am a cleric o' tha Laird o' Thoonder. Ah am on a mission to find tha very center o' tha storm. It is said that that tha Laird 'imself walks there. Ah would see if tha stories be true." He wearily cast the final spell on the barbarian. "There laddie, that is all Ah ken do today. Ah think he will wake soon."
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Drakul continued hacking into the fallen demon’s corpse with a methodical thud. He thrust his kukris into its back over and over, just in case vital organs happened to be there. Once it really seemed way beyond dead, he wiped the ichor from his blades and plopped down on the ground.

"That could have been worse," he said, huffing from the fatigue of battle. "I am called Drakul by some. Loki alone knows what surname I might’ve had if my parents were intelligent enough to have one. You could say that I am one with a competence in the ways of the street, especially the procuring of unique items. I prefer the term aquirer, infiltrator, or corsair. I’m also a new Lokian devotee. I was on my way to Isfjall in Norðlond, the home of Ásatrú."

Mog snores exceptionally loudly right after Drakul introduces himself and rolls over.
Some time later he wakes up, looks around and seeing the fight over says
"Did I kill 'im? I killed him didn't I?"

To Dagrak, Brandaelfr grins and says, "Well met, Dagrak. Your healing today has saved our lives. Your quest sounds fitting for a Cleric of the Lord of Thunder, although I would not mind seeing what you describe for myself. I have not heard where the eye of the storm is located. However, when the storms roll in from the sea and set up over Lake Isfjall, the lightning frequently makes the entire lake light up. I would not be surprised if someone in Isfjall had an idea of where you could go to meet the Lord of Thunder. I cannot think of anyone off the top of my head, but I can at least offer you some ale in my favorite tavern in Isfjall."

To Drakul, the Eldhud replies with, "Well met to you as well, Drakul. It can always be worse, but I consider it a good day when everyone lives through the encounter. Procuring the right item can make all the difference in a battle. If you let me sell any such items for you, I might even be able to get you a great price. A new servant of Loki, eh, and heading to my hometown? If you want, we can journey together at least that far. You have proved yourself immensely capable in a fight, and so I would be gladdened by your company."

To Mog as he awakens, "No, the monster wounded you gravely, friend. The Cleric, Dagrak, has been feverishly working to save you. I am Brandaelfr, and I hope you do not mind but I did bandage some of your worst wounds to help staunch some of the bleeding. What may we call you besides Barbarian?"

After Brandaelfr removes the demons head from its shoulders, she bends down an pokes it a couple times with the arrow she still held. "That’s it then right? ...We won!?" She asks the now sitting Elhud. "NOW THAT WAS A RUSH! I mean hunting down criminals in the forest back home is fun and all but they don’t put up much of a fight. This thing on the other hand... This thing pushed us to our limits." she laughs as she brushes the dirt off her clothes. "You guys are some amazing warriors. It’s been a pleasure fighting by your side. I’m Fergurth, from the Border Forests of Nordland.”
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Brandaelfr tiredly says to Fergurth, "Well met, Fergurth. We survived, barely. I think that is technically a win, but I much prefer to win without so much blood loss. If you had not blinded the thing we would likely all be dead. Are you a thrill-seeker? You seem remarkably happy for nearly dying a few minutes ago."

Fergurth glances over at Mog then back to Brandaelfr, "True, there was quite a bit of blood shed. He’s still alive though so Hela will just have to wait." She smiles and sits down next to the holy warrior and pulls an elven ration out of her backpack. Taking way too big a bite she continues talking, "I do enjoy a good thrill though, there’s nothing like that rush of energy when you corner your prey and it becomes do or die. Don’t you love it!?"
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"Don't be exaggerating, only tha big one was close ta dying. The rest were quite safe. Ah'm very good at keeping mah friends alive." The dwarf was sprawled on the ground, face up with his bushy whiskers pointing at the ceiling. He seemed a little tired. "Ah just need ta rest ah bit. Then Ah can pray for us and we ken walk back up tha well. This was an adventure, but Ah'd rather be above ground, or at least some place with a pint or three. When you are ready we can head up."

Made all of the walk on air rolls, and critted Mog's.

The adventurers float their way up out of the well with ease, carrying their treasures with them. The innkeeper, barmaids, and guests are in the courtyard away having unblocked the rooms upstairs. When the adventurers come up out of the well they all cheer, "You did it! All of the dead fell at once when that horn sounded again!"

The innkeeper is ladeling out bowls of stew for everyone and pouring mead and ale, "You lot have saved us all! From now on you stay at the Black Ox for free!"

Everyone pitches in and the whole in is open again with minimal amounts of broken furniture set aside for repair or tossed onto the wood pile to be burned. The other guests are overjoyed to have been saved and one wealthier man approaches Brandaelfr and says, "I'm heading north to Krayhold to catch a boat upriver to Isfjall, if your group is traveling that way and are willing to safeguard the trip I'll see to your accommodations there."

Krayhold is a small fishing village positioned where the Wodenain (Odin River) spills into the sea. It is small during the spring and summer but during the winter it's population triples when it becomes a base for several raiding parties.

Brandaelfr sighs with relief and gives the inn staff a weary grin. He says, "That is great news. We nearly died down there, although some of us had it worse than others."

He grabs a cup of mead and sits down to enjoy surviving the encounter. At the mention that they will stay for free, he raises his cup and gives a hearty, "Hear! Hear!"

Brandaelfr happily talks to the merchant between sips. He replies, "That is a most generous offer of you. I know I am headed that way and so I accept your kindness. I will talk to the rest of my group and see if they all wish to take part in the journey."

After everyone has had a chance to relax for a bit, Brandaelfr approaches the group and says, "This kindly merchant has offered to pay for a stay in Krayhold if we keep him safe on the trip. My destination is Isfjall, and I know Drakul has said that is his destination as well. Krayhold is a good stop on the way, and I know I can sell our loot for a tidy amount there. Would you all care to accompany me to Krayhold, and potentially on to Isfjall after?"

"Free stay?" The dwarf's eyes light up. "Ah'm going to need 2 pints. Barkeep!" He chugs the first, draining it in one pull. "Saving you lot was thirsty work."

Offering the dwarf free ale was probably not the wisest choice. He had lost count of the number that he had downed by the time Brandaelfr returned. "Thaet ish ah good deal. Ah was lookin' fer mah next desta-nation. Ah'll go with ya. Someone needs ta keeps ya alive. HAR-HAR-HAR!"

Drakul relaxed and enjoyed the celebration in relative silence.

"That does sound interesting," he responded to the half-demon. "You are all quite capable. Traveling together sounds excellent."

Fergurth took a seat in the back away from the celebration. It’s not that she wasn’t in a celebratory mood she just enjoyed her space. Perched on a stool, she sat there with a wide smile, slowly sipping her ale yet never putting it down.  Her keen eyes keeping watch on Drakul, She didn’t need another chili powder beer. At the discussion of carrying on their adventure, her ears perked up and she lept to her feet. She shouts from the back of the room,“I’m in, wherever we go I’m in. I grew up in these woods, please, let me guide us.”