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.

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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.