Shiaran nods and follows. "See, this is why we should be allowed to be armed at dinner."  Her chiding words are aimed at no one in particular.
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Sypher gives the officers one final look and anformal salute that serves as farewell, then is right behind Shiaran.

"Proceed with caution. The blast caused significant damage to the windows, resulting in glass all over the floor."

R.E.B.O.R.T. gestures the others to follow inside while he hugs the right and makes his way to the first broken window. He peeks outside to the get lay of the land.

As Rebort peeks out of the window, a shadowy figure lunges at him through the opening.

Reflex Save DC 16 to duck out of the way

Rebort is unprepared for the figure, and it sails through the window. A creature much like a ghoul flies through, shrieking. It catches Rebort off guard and wraps it's legs around his chest, attempting to dig claws and teeth into Reborts chassis at the same time. As it connects, it makes a sick slapping sound, and salt water flies from its body on to the rest of the party. The smell is almost immediate. It's a mixture of rotting fish and sea spray. Barnacles embedded in to its body scratch and scrap against the mithril and wood of Rebort's chest.

Shiaran recognizes this to be a lacedon, an aquatic form of ghoul.

Roll for initiative. Rebort is grappled
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As an instinctual reflex to the commotion, the amulet around Beloc's neck comes to live. Four branch-like tendrils reach out and wrap themselves around his body. One over each shoulder and one towards each hip. They twist around each arm and leg framing his joints as the center of the amulet expands to cover his chest and back. Finally, as seen before, the newly formed plates extend to cover his head.

09:58, Today: Beloc S'Viscus rolled 4 using 1d20+3.  Initiative .

R.E.B.O.R.T. drops his rifle and begins to thrash and punch at the grappled assailant.

09:58, Today: R.E.B.O.R.T. rolled 6 using 1d20+4.  Initiative .

Quick as a bolt, Sypher takes a step toward the golem and the ghoul.  His fist glows with righteous fury.  "BE GONE!"  He strikes in all his righteous fury, then follows immediately with another, regular palm strike.

Rebort's flailing about mitigate the strength of the Blows, though, and Sypher only manages glancing damage.  Sypher grimaced at his ineffectiveness.

Flurry of Blows @ -1/-1.  Take 10 for 18(Smite +3)/15.
1+3 Smite Evil damage.
1 HTH damage.
Total damage 4.
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Shiaran maneuvers around Rebort and finds an opportunity to strike with her dagger.  The dagger plunges in deep and retracts with trailing black ichor.

As the dagger comes out, Shiaran calls out to Beloc.  "'Ware the window!"

Take 10 + 6 = 16 to hit (flanking).
1d4+2d6 (4,4,1) = 9 damage.
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The lacedon drops from Reborts back, golden light shining on his back from Sypher's attack, and black blood oozing from Shiaran's stab. It arches and flails its limbs from the pain. It shrieks again, this time a different pitch and length, before going rigid and still.

Outside the window, a dozen or more shrieks echo..

In the mean time, the officers in the room have all started scrambling for the door.

Gun fire begins to erupt, echoing off the walls of the yard. It's hard to pinpoint which direction it comes from, though it's definitely more than a single person firing.

R.E.B.O.R.T. picks up his rifle and puts a single round into the lacedon's forehead for good measure.

He looks back to the rest of the group. "Mind the windows", and proceeds to the next window to make sure another surprise doesn't pop out.

Beloc, now armored but still unarmed, lags behind to make sure the door to the admiral's private mess hall is secured.
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"Over a dozen...maybe fourteen, coming down the walls outside.  Headed for this window."  Sypher looks over at Shiaran then back at the door where the officers are.

Shiaran nods curtly once.  "Rebort.  You have sniper position.  Find a good spot to cover that window.  Don't forget the others.  Protect the officers.  Beloc, back Sypher up.  He's got point."

She steps next to Sypher and takes his hands in hers.  "Apergía me apókryfes dýnami."  Sypher's hands glow with a bright purple arcane light for a moment, then the light fades to almost nothing.  Then she steps next to Rebort to defend him while he snipes.
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R.E.B.O.R.T. moves to the wall opposite the windows and puts his back against it. He takes a knee and raises his rifle to eye level. "Ready."

Beloc moves into position near the windows and places himself between the far right and middle window. He places his back against the wall and waits for the first intruder to pop through.

Three more lacedons come crawling through the window. BLAM! ting-shhtck. BLAM! ting-shhtck. BLAM! ting-shhtck. Each one has its head split open as Rebort fires with pinpoint accuracy and racks the bolt back on his rifle, loading a new round.

Angry, guttural voices hiss and jeer at one another outside of the window, and out of sight.

Sypher through Sense Evil, and Rebort through Sense Undead, can both tell the remainder of the group outside the window has halted for the moment.

"Their advance seems to have stopped, for the moment. We should go before they regroup."

R.E.B.O.R.T. glances over at the barred down to the admiral's private table. "No need to worry about them. The magical wards alone would keep these creatures at bay."
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"Then let's move."  Shiaran waits for Sypher to lead the group down the hall, headed for the Barracks and their much needed gear.

As the group exits from the officer's mess, a mass exodus of men with a handful of women follow behind them. At the half wall dividing the hallway from the enlisted mess, a scene of carnage is beginning to form. Several marines and sailors already lay dead or dying, vicious bite and claw wounds to their bodies. The marines are no pushovers though. Armed with steak knives, lunch trays, metal chairs, and more, several lacedons lay among the dead as well, beaten to a black pulp. More can be seen outside the broken windows, gauging their chances of success at entering the space. Outside there is an orange glow. The gunfire has become more rapid, and much heavier in volume. Several stray shots crack from outside sending puffs of drywall dust flying as they strike randomly in the mess hall. One sailor is struck in the chest by a stray bullet and drops hard. Some of the lacedon's silhouettes can be seen scrambling in scattered directions against the orange background. Many more service men who aren't actively engaged in fighting the current foes in the room drop low, crouching or going prone.

One of the bards from the officer's mess signals the other 4, and they hop over the half wall to begin bolstering their allies.
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Grim faces, Sypher realizes they will save more lives better equipped.  He breaks into a sprint for the barracks, quickly outpacing even Shiaran who follows athe her own dead sprint.

Beloc suppresses the urge to stop and heal the wounded in the mess hall and continues on. He keeps pace with Shiaran as Sypher pulls ahead.

Behind him, R.E.B.O.R.T. lays down some suppression fire to keep the nasties at bay while they head for the barracks.

As the group breeches the door out of the mess hall, the shouts, screaming, shrieks, and gunfire are exceptionally louder. The armory building is a ball of fire, and the southern portion of the officers barracks looks to be damaged and on fire as well, but from the angle the group is running, no one can completely make heads or tails. Twice more Rebort puts down a rogue lacedon, one of them leaping at Sypher's flank as he trails ahead of the group. Shiaran score several more to ribbons. The sun has gone down low enough that it doesn't peak over the twenty foot high walls anymore, and the main courtyard of the base is growing dim, save for the direction of what used to be the armory.

Sypher is the first to burst through the doors of the quarterdeck of the officer's barracks. The marines inside have flipped over desks and taken up fighting positions behind them. The remainder of the party enters seconds behind him. Once beyond the quarterdeck, the hallway splits off left and right. Shiaran, Beloc, and Sypher's rooms were in a row to the right, midway down the long hallway. At the end of the hallway, it's quite clear that the blast from the armory blew out the south side of the barracks as well. Flames roar where the entrance to the staircase should be at the end of the hall, and the glow of the armory beyond the hole where a side door should be illuminates the hallway brighter than any crystal.

Kallium cuts left, yelling orders. "Grab your gear, suit up, and meet back at the quarterdeck, one minute!". He races down his hallway to his room.

R.E.B.O.R.T. comes in last as he loads another magazine into his rifle. "Retrieve your belongings, I'll cover the hallway."

He locks the magazine into place and begins to monitor the hallway.

Beloc cuts right and races down the hallway to his room. Shoulder first, he bursts into his room grabbing his weapons first, then his shield.
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