[[ Tsssht... *sweeps up PMs* All right, so situational communication/pale jiangshi bonus cancels out the darkness penalty, the hit of 16 gets him for 14 damage due to his current lower Resistance, resulting in a wound...I roll one last soak roll for this nasty on principle:
Tao Jing rolled 3,4 using d10,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 3,4. soak roll on principle. Soaked.]]
The
jiang shi sways under the force of the phantom bullets, then hops to face their source. In the darkness, the corpse's stone-black eyes look like holes in his skull.
The confusion in the kitchen doesn't seem to have let up - those on the stairs and the foyer floor can hear a sharp cry from the priest, an indistinct exclamation from the clank, and another hiss. The commotion seems to have moved rapidly to the far side of the room, however.
[[In the land of Things Y'all Cannot See, Marina tries to catch and take a chomp in passing out of the person she reads as the biggest threat.
Marina Vanderholt rolled 1,3 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 1,3. *NOM*. (+2 Touch Attack, -2 MAP) Nope. Shoulda practiced Doc Brown's moves. On which note...
Marina Vanderholt rolled 4 using 1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 4. run away! 10 squares later, she's out of the kitchen proper.]]
"What's going on?" Widow bradshaw hisses, letting go of William to feel her way down the bannister to Evans and Adrian. The Aetheric Disturbance Indicator is going
ping like crazy. The stiff corpse hop-pivots again as the noise is momentarily the loudest thing to be heard in the foyer, claws flexing. Dimly, Evans can guess that the black hole widening in the thing's face is its eager, open mouth.
[[Bradshaw moves and goes On Hold until we know what to do...
Evans, go!]]