Question came up about undead hitting each other if the need for silver or magic was required. The answer was simple - undead can always affect other undead without the need for silver or magic.
Follows:
TWO HUNDRED NINETY FOUR
(I/C)
“These zombies suck,” Lyra moaned, “They talk too much and can’t dodge.”
“Can you get the wight?”
“I need to be closer,” she groused.
Brendon shoved the Statue into his pack. “Doc and Lil Man, grab a leg of the table and lift it slightly off the floor and move forward. This will enable Lyra to move her men forward.”
Wyn nodded, tapping Abraxas as the Fighter went to stow his Scythe away. “Aye... let's get a bit closer to push the fight to de wight. But as de reaper of souls, why don’t you attack de lone Guardian an’ I’ll move it wit’ Monsieur Dwarf?”
Nodding vigorously, the Fighter stepped aside as the elf and dwarf each hoisted the heavy table off the ground. “Si! Andale, vamonos amigos! Let's get that Wight! Send him to his wife!"
"Good idea, Brendon!” Kovid nodded, shoving the heavy table forward, herding the zombies ahead of them, Lyra forcing them to pass through the Archway. “We'll drive them back. Lyra, stay close behind us so you can keep control."
“Already on it,” she voiced.
Looking around room, Lannis sighed. “We really should clean up our messes." With that, he took aim at the Lone Guardian that was trailing after the others and called out, “IN BET GRAV!” and a burst of chaos tore free (1d4 Damage: Pink 4) and scored a deep hit in the zombie’s flank.
And as the table made it to the end of the room, Abraxas lunged past the dwarf and slammed his Scythe at the wounded Guardian (>+6 to hit, Blue 18), tracing a deep line in the Guardian’s flesh and curling up a line of smoke from the weapon’s silver impact (1d8+3 Damage: Blue 2 – 5 Damage!).
Not to be undone, Lyra was right next to the Fighter and managed to swing her Lolthian Flail as well, just catching the Lone Guardian before it struck out at one her controlled ones (>+1 to hit, White 15), connecting with a wet THWOCK (1d6+1+1-1 Damage, White 3 – 4 Damage), breaking its neck and twisting its head to the side. It staggered, looked like it was going to fall, but stayed upright and finished its spin, turning its attacks on (1 Abraxas, 2 Lyra, 3-6 Idiot Too, White 3 – Idiot Too) one of Lyra’s Guardians passing under the Arch.
It swung and tore (>+5 to hit, Black 9), hitting hard and making it stagger forward as it approached the retreating wight (1d8+1 Damage, Red/Black 3, 4 Damage!).
As for the wight, it was unable to get the next ale barrel up in time to hurl and had to fend off the two determined Guardians. “You are playing with forces you cannot comprehend,” the Guardian known as Chuckles intoned as it finally stood up, wiping spilled ale and wooden splinters and spars from its chest.
The left Guardain that Lyra called Asshole, hit the wight with a double slam of its fists (>+5 to hit, White 17), causing the undead to scream in pain as its arm was forced back at an unnatural angle, dropping the cask to the ground where it sprung a leak and fountained ale about the chamber (1d8+1 Damage: Purple 7 – 8 Damage!).
“STOP THAT!” Kovid roared, slapping the top of the table with his free hand.
“Please stop that,” Lannis called out, “You are upsetting my friend!”
“That’s it!” Brendon snarled, “Enough is enough.” He drew his silver dagger and made to leap over the table, attention on the wight when 3 and a half party members stopped him.
“Are you a moron or a fucking moron?”
“You are playing with forces you cannot comprehend.”
“But…” he began, interrupted immediately.
“We’re going to assume you’re just excited and excitable and NOT going to do something ridiculously stupid. “
He sighed, “Fine. I thought it was a good idea.”
Meanwhile Idiot Too, wounded as such, also struck at the fading wight (>+5 to hit, White 14), hitting the hobgoblin, but its blows were mostly blocked and not as effective as they could be (1d8+1 Damage: Blue 1 – Take 2 Damage). Even so, the wight was looking in poor shape as it contemplated its next action.
(Initiative: 4 vs 4 – tie, reroll. Party Steel 4 vs Enemy Red/Black 5)
The wight struck out at Idiot Too in retaliation (>+3 to hit, Black 16), a solid raking blow that tore the Guardian’s midsection wide open and sprayed entrails everywhere (1d10 Damage: Red/Black 10). The attack would have slain a lesser being, but the Guardian only looked down at is viscera, and stepped forward, ripping more of it out as it pressed the attack on the wight who was backing up again.
(>+5 to hit, White 16) The wight was buffeted and smashed, looking terrible and bruised, beaten and battered (1d8+1 Damage, White 4 – 5 Damage) as it found itself amidst some heavy oaken chairs at the back end of the room, upsetting a tray of glasses, scattering broken goblets about the floor as it debated its next move.
Time now is Day 8, 6:04 AM
(OOC)
Bottom of the round. Wight retreated again – under 10 hp. Lone Guardian is pretty beat up but not dead. Of Lyra’s three remaining Guardians, Asshole is undamaged, Chuckles is lightly wounded, and Idiot 2 is pretty critical. At the end of this round, the Guardians will go, and Lone will strike first before Lyra’s. Chuckles is in the room still with you guys, and Lone is heading towards Idiot Too to finish him off, but if someone wanted to step past the table, they could hit him. Also, the wight backed up AGAIN outside of potion range, so the party would have to move the table forward again to keep it as cover and get Lyra close enough to get the Guardian’s close enough to strike. Good luck! This fight is LOTS easier for you guys with a Potion of Undead Control BTW. Lol
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