PBEM - Episode 488. Dining Hall, Revenants.

FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTY EIGHT

(I/C)

Worried at the sheer number of undead arraigned before us, Brendon made sure the loose torches were standing up, propping it into one of the long abandoned wall sconces. “Since the dead have this hall, the ever calculating hobs might try and circle around and get at us from behind. We should keep the back ranks engaged with some light.”

Noting the effectiveness of her turning, Lyra scowled, fishing out her sling and aiming as best she could. “Shit. Undead bears and owl bears. This day is already shit. Let’s just go back to bed.” (>+5 to hit, -2 missile cover, White 11). The stone clattered through the gap hard and whacked the revenant there (1d3 Damage, White 1: 1 damage! Whoopdiedoo!). It seemed to have little effect. “I’m going to need a shit load of stones very soon if this is our plan people.”

Seeing the futility of trying to shoot the bow, Wyn swapped over to his sling and sighed deeply. “Wyn’s probably gonna regret dis… but make some for for me. I’m gonna sling some stones also and do as much damage as I can while dey still be on dat side.” (>+5 to hit, -2 missile cover, Orange 12) His rock also struck the same undead (1d3 Damage, Orange 2: 1 Damage!), also having a small effect at best.

“You is correct, Priestesse. Dis is gonna be a long bad way to do it.” He turned to Kovid who was pushing deep into the barrier, stabbing out at the undead at full arm extension. “Dwarfriend, tink you cen tie a rope to your regular hammer so you cen throw it and pull it back after? Did you already do dat? I cen’t even remember anymore.”

“Seems like a great way to lose a hammer, Elffriend.”

“Salazar… do you got anytin real heavy ye can just throw at dem?”

Abraxas shrugged, also struggling to hit the undead through the long gaps (>+7 to hit, -4 melee reach/cover, Blue 12). "Hay es always mas furniture, Señor Wheyn. Es heavy.” The Fighter caught the wounded revenant in the neck (1d6+3 Damage, Blue 3+3=6 Damage and killed!), making it gurgle before falling over, the ones behind it shoving forward and grinding it into the floor.

“Perhaps. I know we be fresh outta boulders, but dey be standing so densely packed dat a well-placed stout heavy ting could do some damage to multiple targets. BX baby en all dat, si señor?”

Working up another spell, Lannis cocked one eyebrow and said, “I am not a heavy thing by the way, I'm quite svelte."

Targeting the one that Lannis had with the dart earlier (>+5 to hit, -4 melee reach/cover, Yellow 13), the dwarf was able to shove his spear through the center of its chest, making it gasp and wheeze at the hit. “You’re right, you’re too lightweight.” (1d6+2 Damage, Yellow 2+2=4 Damage!)

“Pero, creo ese Spears son mas useful. Maybe Brendead can usar some Rope, y hace una... como dices... una... Harpoon! Si, una Harpoon. Then tu can hook una Undead y drag it a el rest del grupo a attack! Señor Kovgild can usa una Spear similar a me a attack el Undead threw the Barricade."

“Let me do my own spear, Doc,” Brendon offered, nimble hands working a length of his plaited rope and tying it to the spear, X wrapping it around the front and frowning. “Harpoons work best on large clear areas. Someone would have to stand on top of the barrier and cast it.” Looking over at the wizard, he offered, “Lannis you need to look at the bright side of things. This is experience we need to make us stronger.”

“I am a mighty force already. Watch. IN BET GRAV!” Another blast of energy struck out at the wounded revenant (1d4 Damage, Pink 4 and killed!!), drilling a hole in its face and then dropping it, where it too was pounded flat by the shoving horde.

(Push: 2 Str checks: White 11 3 @+2 (Under 2..Under 8 - fail) and Red/Black 8 3@+2 (Under 5..Under 11 – success). 1d6 Structural damage: Red/Black 3. 20-3=17 to go)

The mass of undead pushed, shoved, ripped, and beat at the barrier, some of the edges of the tables at their end warping and cracking, but the entire barrier held fast with no indication of falling as of yet.

Time now is Day 11, 11:21 AM

(OOC)

Hits are at -4 for spears, -2 for missile weapons. The hall is still choked with undead. Keep on keeping on, something new?

PBEM - Episode 487. Dining Hall, Revenants.

FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTY SEVEN

(I/C)

The group gathered close to the barrier, Kovid giving a whistle as he realized how big it actually was. “Maybe we shouldn’t have built this so big.” He climbed up on a barrel and reached over, taking one of Abraxas’ offered spears. Giving an experimental stab forward he asked, “Can we even reach the undead now? Was there a part 2 to this plan?”

Standing behind and sighting through the large gap uner the bookshelf, she felt she had a good sight line for possible turning and commented, “Yea… we got a little crazy with the barricade. Let’s see how many there are. If there’s a lot and the turn doesn’t work well enough the distance may be a blessing.”

Standing on the third barrel, Abraxas taking the other one in the front, Wyn also grabbed a spear and said, “H’okay. I stay in de second rank en clean up anytin dat does die… again.”

Standing further back and next to Lyra, Lannis flexed his fingers and shook them, limbering them up. "There better be enough in there to be worth my time, if not I'll be talking to their managers."

Brendon meanwhile had gone into the kitchen and came out with one of the chairs, placing it just at the end of the barrier on the far side, making sure he could stand on it and climb over if need be. “Hey…” Wyn noted, “doze are some nice chairs… I tink we should each take one after we done ‘ere.”

“I’m not taking that one,” Lannis commented, “Not if Captain Choas is going to put his dirty assed boots on the seat cushion.”

Seeing everyone in place, Abraxas asked, "Listamos amigos?"

"What the fuck do we need a list for?"

Looking ahead at the dark door, Brendon suggested, “Next time let’s build a giant badger and then we all hide inside.” He cleared his throat, got the ok from the party and then shouted out, “Come you little rascals! Yum yum! Eat em up! Eat em up!”

Nothing happened.

“I am about to go full Karen on this Castle if there is no damned undead back there,” Lannis growled.

Brendon walked closed, shaking his spear and thumping it on the ground. “Hey. HEY! I’m here!!”

Still nothing.

“Go Brendon!” Kovid called out, “We’ve got your back!”

“From 25 feet away and behind five metric ton of barricaded furniture,” the wizard muttered.

The Scout got closer, nose wrinkling from the sweet rotting scent, and tapped the spear on the floor near the door.

And still nothing.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, braced one foot, leaned back as if ready to run, and pushed the already barely open door with the end of the spear, making it creak slightly and open a fraction of an inch.

“Yeeeeaaaaaaayyyyiiii!!” he howled out as the door tore open and undead orcs, hobgoblins, salamanders, kobolds, and goblins all spilled out of the room, arms reaching out, legs pumping, snarling and growling as they sought to grab the skipping, dancing, and running Brendon.

“Ah! Dat did it!” Wyn cheered.

“Good job, Brendon!”

The Scout was barely 5’ ahead of the swelling horde when he hit the chair and threw himself up on top of the barrier. He then reached down, grabbed the back of the chair and, pulled it up, rolling across the book shelf and squealing as the revenants tried to claw at him.

“Aine! It’s time once again!” Lyra intoned, cloak and hair flapping in the rising wave of power surrounding her. “Give me the power once more and Turn Baby, Turn!!” A resounding crescendo sounded and a blast of energy blew off from her outstretched hand, a blinding streak of white holy light pushed its way through every gap and space in the barrier, and slammed into the horde of reaching undead (2d6 hd: 6+3=9 hd, 9 revenants!!).

And almost 10 of them shuddered, cracked, and then blew apart, blowing bone dust and fragments backwards into the rest of the advancing mass.

“Thanks, Lass!” Brendon said from a top the barrier, rolling down to our side and then dropping down, taking the chair with him.

“Allow me,” Lannis smiled, sighting at the next advancing undead and called out, “IN BET GRAV!” and a pink dart burst through the gap in the furnishings (1d4 damage, Pink 3), slapping the partially visible kobold in the snout, scales and flesh shredding off.

The rest of the party noted that the undead hit the barrier and growled, snarled, stomped, and pulled, but there was no easy way for them to get to the party and they didn’t seem coordinated enough to climb easily. Plus the barrier was so large, that their reaching hands and arms didn’t even come close. And still more came from the chamber and filled the hall. But it was the last half dozen that could be barely seen in the gloom. There were three undead wolves, snarling and growling at the back of the pack.

Then a bear was seen. Then another bear was seen.

And finally, the very dead, very large form, of Hoots…as a Revenant…took up the back of the rank.

“Fucking hell god DAMN it!!” Lannis kicked the ground. “I am SO writing a sternly worded letter when I get back!”

“Dat is…disturbing,” Wyn frowned, glancing at the head of the spear. “I don’t know if we ‘ave enough spears.”

“Well Big Brain,” Kovid seemed worried, “Is this enough for you?”

“I’ll let you know later.”

“Maybe.”

Time now is Day 11, 11:20 AM

(OOC)

Lol! I wasn’t sure which area you guys were going to go to first, I’m happy that you saved the revenant area with the bears in it for last. For we have a fuck ton of undead bears. Right now there is no initiative as the undead are currently stymied at the barrier. For now. So what do you guys want to do? You will have to wait for them to get up on to the barrier and try to climb to the party before you can reach them via melee.

PBEM - Episode 486. Dining Hall, Revenants.

FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTY SIX

(I/C)

Grinning broadly, Abraxas pointed north. "Brodog is on Lookout. He stays 5 or so feet from the dooro, listening and or watching for any changes whether from the Northerno Hallo, or the Dining Room itself. The rest of us work on building the barricade.  We grab Bookcases and cabinets from the Biblioteca. Carry if possible, if too heavy to carry, but can be dragged, we put either the Elven Towels, or a rug if there is one, under it to quietly move it into position in the hall.”

Brendon nodded. “Allow me to translate. Why don’t you guys grab Bookcases and cabinets from the Library. If it’s too heavy to carry maybe you can drag it on towels or even a rug if there’s one.”

Wyn shrugged while the rest of the group laughed. “Sounds good to, moi.”

“Do you mind?” Abraxas asked once the laughter died down. Getting the nod, he continued laying out the plan, “We then put tables, or anything else muchos heavy and grande in spots to support and wedge el barricado in place. We roll out the barrels and use them to support the dos ends and the middle, as a brace.”

"We should let you make plans more often,” Lannis noted with mock seriousness, “You're much easier to understand."

“Gracias. Also, standing on el barrels would give an advantage to either ranged fighters picking los muertos off as they come close, or to melee fighters as los muertos begin to attempt to climb el barricado."

Brendon leaned over and stage whispered, “Did anyone else notice Doc’s accent is gone and we can clearly understand every word he just spoke?”

“Eh, I give it 50/50,” the Magic User noted.

Unlimbering his bow, the elf pointed back down the hall to the south and said, “Wyn will keep watch in de odder side of de hall. We be distracted by de sounds of dragging en such, so don’t want someone coming up behind us.” He started heading off, taking one of the torches with him. “Let moi know when ye be ready to open de undead door.”

Brendon set himself up just north of the kitchen door with the other torch and the rest of the group followed Kovid and Abraxas to the Library. “You’re going to help this time, right?”

“Always! Team player, you know me.”

The group started by hoisting the tables first from the warren, picking two of the stoutest long tables and taking them out of the room, around the corner, and north one at a time. Lannis was helping out Kovid at first but had to take numerous breaks and flex his fingers. Eventually Lyra shoved him out of the way and helped the dwarf. Abraxas then tried giving the magic user a few chairs to carry over, but he kept stopping to rest, sitting in the chair and directing the others to go around him, cajoling them when need be.

A few bench seats were placed on top to tie the tables together, and then the smallest of the book cases was lifted from the room and brought down the hall and placed on top of the mass of tables. Finally all three barrels were braced along the back of the barrier, adding some more strength and support to the structure. “Beats the hell out of my damned family,” Lyra muttered.

“What?” Lannis asked.

“I said beats the hell out of the last barrier.”

“Pretty sure you said ‘family’.”

“Um, no. I’m sure if there was some drama with my family,” she assured him, “I wouldn’t make the mistake of getting it confused with anything I’m talking about now.”

“Whatever.” Kovid rubbed his beard and turned to Lannis. “Alright Big Brain, you knocking and running or what?”

"Me? Why me?"

“Why not you?”

“Let’s get Wyn and get this going.”

Abraxas pulled out the extra spears from the bag of holding and laid them against the wall. “In case anyone needs.”

Meanwhile Wyn had been watching the hall, satisfied that nothing was there or was sneaking up on us. He heard Kovid give him a call and the elf jogged back down the hall and around the corner, rejoining the party. “Well? We good?”

Time now is Day 11, 11:15 AM

(OOC)

Barrier set up! We good? (Echoing the elf)

PBEM - Episode 485. Dining Hall, Revenants.

Had differing opinions posted in Discord and turns submitted - so since it didn't gel, had to make a combative CHA check.

Follows:

FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTY FIVE

(I/C)

The party discussed swiftly options, with Kovid and Wyn settling on the Upper and Lower Barracks as a possible point. “Perhaps we construct a barrier and prepare before we take on another horde,” the dwarf suggested, tapping the map at the hall to the right of their current location. “The barracks might have the right furniture to form such a barrier."

Nodding, Wyn was in agreement. “Oui, Dwarfriend. Let us check out what furniture still be left in de Barracks dat we cen use or prep for. To de lower barracks we go.” He looked over at Brendon and asked, “Du Lac… would ye be willin’ to search de lower barracks door fer traps? I don’t trust dat Grim orc hunter.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He still had his eye fixed on the door, uncomfortable at the thought of leaving the area.

“Merci, mon ami.”

Kovid gave Wyn a clad on the bicep, "I agree with our Elf-Friend.” He was smiling.

As they were turning to leave, Lyra asked, “Do any of you recall if there’s anything we can use as a barricade in the statue room? Think we can tip over the statues? Maybe we can use them as a barricade. Though… that might make some noise.“

“What. The. Fuck?” Lannis asked. “Are you serious? The statue room is THAT room, THAT one where the undead might be. Oh, and yeah, they had shoved the elven statues UP the chimney and in the hearth to gum it up and then seeded it with Shriekers.” He shook his head. “Serious, Goldilocks. I feel you’re barely dialing in your efforts here.” He held up 1 hand, fingers spread and counted them off, saying, “Statue heavy. You dumb. Listen fractals. Look rooms. Find stuff."

Shaking his head, Abraxas stopped the party from heading back down the stairs, pointing at the open doors to the other rooms in this hall that we had just passed. "Amigos, dragging items por Los Barracks no es el idea mejor, yo creo.”

“But we need to make some barrier,” Kovid said. “It worked great last time.”

“Oui. We did not get overrun.”

The Fighter tapped one finger into his open palm. “Tenemos el Cocinera, el Biblioteca, y el Room de Storage. Todos de los rooms teneis items por us a usamos a hacer un barricade. Sin los stairs en our way. In otros palabras...” He looked around, pointing back to the three doors, “We grab things from the three rooms right here, without going up and down the stairs to los Barracks.”

“Hmm.”

He continued, building up some stream. “We have multiple escape routes in case of emergency. We set the barricade (in the hall) on the corner where the Kitchen and Dining room meet. Then someone, Drenbron maybe?” The Scout perked up. “Takes a look in y can run and jump over the barricade if the Undead chase him.”

“I can do that.”

Abraxas nodded in thanks and went on. “We let the Undead build up along the barricade and take them out like last time, BUT we wait for Senora Lygoria to use her Turn until they are ALL out of the room and against the barricade.”

“The man seems fired up,” Lannis commented. “Then we pick off the remaining as they try and push or climb the barricade. It makes more sense to grab the items locally and have someone watching the door and hall as we do so, rather than dragging things from farther away and not having someone watching for changes."

(Combative Cha Check: Abraxas Blue 4 (under 9) vs Kovid/Wyn Yellow 9 (under 1.5))

The party talked a bit longer, but eventually they were swayed by the Fighter’s suggestion. Kovid took out his mostly used torch, and Abraxas a fresh one, then had them lit. Abraxas and Lyra went south to the Library, Lannis took the 1 torch and went to the smaller storeroom, and Kovid and Wyn checked out the kitchen, while Brendon stayed a healthy 20’ from the door, bow drawn, eyes peeled, and watched the shadowy portal for any sign of movement. “Well?” he asked after a few minutes of the group looking at the possible material in the abandoned rooms. “What’s the situation?”

“Well, dere is a table in ‘ere an some 3 chairs dat could be used.” Wyn was at the door as Kovid was still poking about. “Most of de stuff from de cabinets and drawers and counters ‘ad been destroyed by de vert goblins afore. But dere are dose tings.”

“Good, good.” He looked further back, seeing Lannis’ torch in the hall. “Big Brain, what’s the store room like?”

“Three barrels left, 1 with water, the other two empty. All big though. Like 30 gallon barrels, so that helps. But we’re talking about 3.”

“Damn. That’s not a lot.” He could see Lyra and eventually Abraxas heading back, the two of them smiling and high fiving each other. “Well?”

“The library,” Lyra intoned slowly. “Is. Fucking. Perfect.”

“Si! Si! Perfecto!”

“Remember some of the kobolds were using it a warren? Has to be a good half dozen tables in there, a huge wall cabinet, at least 7’ tall, a number of sets of books shelves, heavy as all get out, and perhaps a half dozen long benches as well.” 

“Well,” Brendon nodded slowly. “Well well well. This all sounds very very doable.” He looked around. “Assuming we have some time and can do this quietly, what’s the plan and how and where are we setting this up?”

Time now is Day 11, 11 AM

(OOC)

Had to make a combative Cha check, Abraxas argument trailed off. But, lots of local stuff!

PBEM - Episode 484. Dining Hall, Revenants.

FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTY FOUR

(I/C)

“Chimney?” Lyra asked.

"Si. Vamonos amigos,” Abraxas waved his arm east. “Dijo que miramos a el fireplace y see how malo el damage es. Maybe si vistamos Shriekers, usamos el aerosol poison en them? Con los Roberts watching los stairs, el fireplace may be our best way back upstairs sin un direct fight."

The party was silent as they tried to parse out what the Fighter suggested, with Kovid hesitantly nodding and then asking, “So…to the dining room?”

“Si! That’s what I suggested! Bueno!”

Shrugging in agreement, Lannis pulled up his arm length gloves a bit tighter and then clapped his hands together. "Alright Ramblers, let's get Rambling, go take care of these Shriekers you seem so concerned about before the non mobile fungi sneak up on us.” He snapped his fingers twice and waved them in a circle over his head. “Heads on a swivel, I'm done getting ambushed for now, that means you Cochise, your eyes are set apart to watch for predators." Lyra, Wyn, and Brendon all gave him harsh looks and fingers, the three of them unsure which of them he was directly insulting at this moment.

Blowing a puff of air in frustration, Wyn asked rhetorically, “Ees it possible fer us to do anytin witout givin each odder a hard time?” Before anyone could answer he grinned and slapped his own leg, “Ha! No. De answer ees no, of course.”

"Who did I give a hard time?” The wizard asked looking around innocently, “Lyra doesn't count, she's not people."

“I pissed in your hat,” she snarled at him.

The Scout held his hand up, placing on Lannis’ shoulder and getting him to calm the hell down. Moving to the front, he suggested, “Let’s not be surprised like before when something came from a room we thought was empty. I know, or rather I hope, the number of occupants are dwindling. But the last time it was a group of clerics popped out from a room we had already cleared. It can’t take but a few seconds to either look or listen at the doors we pass.”

“Just do your job, Lowbrow, and we’ll do ours, ok? Don’t get us killed alright?”

Cocking his head, Brendon asked, “Would you rather we take care of Locusts, Lannis?” 

"Maybe yeah, I feel like I'm on the verge of greatness.” He placed his thumbs in the lapels of his robe and preened. “A greatness you will all hate"

“Fine,” the Scout answered. “I’d be willing to check out the locust area.”

Wyn shook his head and pointed east. “Don’t be dewin’ dat. Focus sil vous plait. Dinin’ room it is. Keep ears en eyes open, oui?”

The party headed east from here, retracing ground they had just travelled on, making their way back to the entrance room and then looping around to the longer east hall before turning north. From here we travelled on, taking Brendon’s advice, and looking and listening at each door on the way. It meant going a tad slower, but it did seem to mollify the Scout and Dwarf who were in the front. The Library was passed and noted (no roll needed – just time) to be without issue. The Store room was next, but most of the beer stores had been removed and the door was left ajar. The third door on the left was the kitchen and a quick listen (no roll needed – just time) made the party feel much better.

The last door was the Dining Hall and the group approached it with confident care, muttering about how they were going to hopefully take care of the shriekers within, while Abraxas was talking about wrapping the tools and picks with towels and cloth to deaden their possible sound. Brendon (<Wis check, +2 thief, Red 7) stopped the group, frowning, noting at first the strange absence of any sound in the area.

The door was closed, but not all the way, it was not latched. Also, there was a faint odor in the air, wafting and fleeting, but there was the sickly smell of rot. And to Brendon’s trained senses and experiences – this was eerily similar in both set up, smell, and just feel as the undead horde attack that had hit the party in the Butcher’s area.

He turned about and raised his hands stopping the group and then fingers to the mouth, making a zipping motion. He pointed back to the room, and mimed a dead look on his face, pinched his nose, and then shook his head twice while firmly impressing on the party to be calm, quiet, and careful. Once they all backed up a step, he whispered very quietly, “Damn it to hell, it feels like undead again, guys. What’s the play? Risk opening it? Moving back? Dare to go past?”

“Do you think there might be enough to help instill greatness in me?” Lannis asked.

Lyra tapped her holy symbol and frowned. “This is the 2nd place they strongly would have suspected we would have gone to down here. I’ll go with Brendon for now, if it is an ambush trap, undead or the like, it would make sense.”

Time now is Day 11, 10:45 AM

(OOC)

In the hall, 15’ south of the Dining Room door that is closed..but not closed all the way. What’s the plan?

PBEM - Episode 483. Much. Needed. Rest.

FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTY THREE

(I/C)

Bending down to sniff the water in the bath, Wyn began filling up his skin back to the top. Lyra went to wash her hands in the tub and the elf shook his head no. “Wait si vous plait. Drink and fill fist.”

The party all took turns filling their skins until once finished, Wyn stripped off his clothes and using his soap, began cleaning himself. “I don't know bout de rest of ye, but Wyn's gonna wash de undead stink off ov 'im before we get movin' today.” He looked around. “Den I guess we get de bandages washed.” Others followed suit, rinsing off in the bath tub. Even though we were filthying up the water – it remained the same level and yet we could see that from the bottom, clean water was filling in, and filthy water was running out of thin vents along the walls of the tub.

“Neat,” Kovid commented, running his hands along them, feeling the faint cracks in the marble tub. “For elves of course.”

As the party continued to clean up, Wyn gave shrug and said, “Den wot next? Who knows. It probably gonna be 'ard ta get upstairs witout a fight. Maybe we try to lure some of dem down 'ere?” He rubbed his chin, head tilted back as if thinking. “Dey will probably come back down at some point and continue to hunt us. But we don't really 'ave time to wait. We need ta get to our finished potions.” He rinsed off his cloak and shook it in the next chamber. “Maybe we should try to climb up de chimney? Deal wit de shriekers en rocks? Any odder toughts?”

Lannis cocked one hand on his hip and gave the elf a sharp glower. "I am amazed again and again how you come up with these ideas all on your own there Johnny B Goode.”

Abraxas had dipped his boots in the bath and was beating the worst of the crudd off of them on the side of the tub. "Señor Wynn-Dixie, es correcto. Limpiamos y get mas agua. Then limpiamos los ban-dah-jes. Despues de ban-dah-jes, maybe los Shriekers y el fireplace. Es un idea bueno."

"Um, yeah?” Lannis made a mocking face and jutted his jaw out. “I said it was a good idea"

Brendon was trying to rub a stubborn blood stain out of his shirt. “He’s been using our ideas for what seems like months,” he commented off to the magic user.

Clapping his hands together, Lannis took out the rod and made his way to the Steam Room. “Well, makes sense to me, I'll be turning the steam up while I bathe so I can keep my dignity."

“Ahm just organizin’ all de taught in one place, Monsieur Offop. Don’t ‘ave to be a putz ‘bout it.”

“Common please,” Lannis tossed back. “I have no idea what kind of dick putz means.”

Brendon chuckled and tapped Lyra, “Lass how about some wine before we start?

Taking out her skin, the Cleric lifted it high to Aine before drinking a swallow and then handing it to Brendon. He nodded a thanks and took a swallow himself, sighing in satisfaction. She took it back, downed a seconds swallow and then put it away. “Chimney, huh?” she asked. “Sounds good. Did we clear enough to pull that off?”

Finishing up his own cleaning, Kovid held his hand up and said, “Hang on. First, cleaning the bandages is always a high priority for me. Second though, climbing up the blocked chimney?” He rubbed his chin. “Hmm… my take is that would be tough, loud, and risky. We could take a look to see, but I would recommend dismantling it from the garden above. I’d vote to take the stairs for now.”

Abraxas shrugged. “Let’s do the bahn-dee-jes first, amigos.” He turned to the north east and yelled towards Lannis, “Oi! Andele! We’re moving out! Vamanos!”

“Keep your britches on! I’m coming!” Lannis had cranked the steam levels up high and using the rob, also increased the temperature of the steam, making the room moist, hot, and thick with vapors. Smiling, he left it as such and headed back. “Ok, ok. Let’s do this!”

The group made their way back the main door where they removed the cabinet and then hoisting it to the side, opened the door and with care, reentered the hall. The dead ape was still there, looking even worse for the ware after the ghouls had eaten some of it, decaying entrails and rotting flesh was spread pretty far about. Holding their nose they went west until they arrived at the stairs. Brendon and Kovid led them up and at the main hall, a quick listen let them know the place was safe.

A short walk led them to the side stairs and up those to the main north hall. They took it south and around back to the entrance chamber and then north and eventually west again until they arrived at the sulfur cavern. Kovid and Lyra donned cloaks about their face and went down into the acrid chamber where the Cleric once more cleaned the bandages in the grey boiling water (no save needed on either one, they’ve done this multiple times and as long as they keep it under a turn – no roll needed for Lyra or Kovid only). As they flashed white marking them clean once again, the two of them went back to the stairs where they rejoined the party and looked around with a smile. Abraxas placed the bandages back in the Bag of Holding and asked, “So? Now can we talk about the chimney?”

Time now is Day 11, 10:30 AM

(OOC)

Everyone has 4 days of water again. Bandages are clean! Tell me where to next?

PBEM - Episode 482. Much. Needed. Rest.

FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTY TWO

(I/C)

The party walked the series of five rooms: Changing room, bath room, mural room, pedestal room, and steam room. Once sure they were alone, they decided to make the area secure before settling down for dinner and eventually rest. Back in the changing room, Wyn started by shoving the fallen cabinet over by the doorway. “I will move dis cabinet in front of dis door. I tink we cen set up ourselves in de mural room, so I put de cabinet in front of de hole filled door to warn us if someting comes into dis room.”

 "Hey Swamp Thing,” Lannis commented from the steam room. “I can't hide in the cabinet if it's in front of the door.” He had the Rod of Ishtari out and was adjusting the steam levels in the room, practicing on raising them until the place was pretty much obscured as well as lowering them until they were barely wisps coming from the vents.

Giving the pedestal room a wide berth, Brendon eventually dropped his pack in the Mural chamber and proceeded to unbuckle his weapon belt as well. “Does no one find it a bit humorous,” he asked, “that our group had the mention of fire and the title of captain…only to have the hobs actually have a Captain and set fire on us?”

“Um…gods I can’t even begin to unpack that word salad you just spilled over there, Peg Leg Pete.” Lannis laid his staff against the wall and doffed his hat, swapping it for the blue one and trying to look up at it. “But hey, you go ahead and show us some more how home schooling is superior to whatever the rest of us has had.”

“Leave him alone,” Wyn said, glancing at the pink pedestal. “Offop, do you tink we could recharge de rod? Maybe dere be some writing in de pedestal room dat would give a hint on how to do it.”

Pushing himself away from the wall, Lannis gave an absent shrug and went to go look. “I'll check, but don't get your hopes up in this stupid castle."

Snapping his fingers, Wyn also took off his pack and coin pouch. “Oh, en anyone dat touches or examines de pedestal should make sure ye don’t have any money on ye… don’t want anodder situation like du Lac went through.”

“Hence why I’ll let you two monkey around with that,” Brendon shrugged.

Giving an absent glance in the room as the wizard and elf went in to look around, Kovid also took off his equipment and then started unlacing his armor. “By Thor,” he swore. “That was a long day.”

As the rest of the party began to eat, Abraxas had gone into the steam room and taking one of his spikes, jammed it under the door and then tapped it in place. He then went back to the Mural room and joined the others in eating dinner. "Señora Lyroneidos,” he asked the Cleric, “I would muy mucho gusto... uh... ve-ry much like - uno de los Ban-dah-jes por cuando we rest tonight, if possible? Tengo mucho dolor para our fightings hoy.”

Stuffing a bite into his mouth, Kovid nodded, agreeing. “Aye lass I would happily sleep with one of the bandages. Much appreciated!”

“I figured that. Between you 2 and I we’re pretty messed up.” She opened Abraxas’ pack and fished them out. “You first, big guy,” she addressed the Fighter. “Usual sleeping arrangements? I feel like it’s been so long since we’ve slept - like a few weeks. Spell people usually first or last?”

“That and then some,” Kovid said. “Let’s do like we had done a few months ago..er..days ago, sorry, and just push it longer so everyone can get a good rest.”

“Well, that was an intense waste of my time,” Lannis walked back in and sat down, daintily unwrapping some food and eating it. “Stupid castle, stupid no recharge the Rod.”

“How many charges left?”

“Six.”

The elf looked around and also went to eat. “Wyn cen take first watch if someone wants ta join him.”

“Yo will watch primero con tu, Señor Wyndows. Amigos, si we get in trouble, we can always hide in el chamber donde we found Señor Kookaburra's hammer. En el Gorgon's cara."

“Or we can just try not to get in any trouble, you know?”

“Si. Let’s see that. Mierda en uno mano y try en el otro, and see which one se llena primero.”

“You are a very negative person,” Lannis retorted.

“Everyone needs rest, it’s fairly early, and there aren’t many things left to find us,” Kovid suggested. “My 2 coppers, we do 3 watches and the middle two who are stuck doing it, just keep resting. The other 4 of us should be up and frankly, my straps and equipment is 3 weeks of hard use out of Specularum and could use some TLC.”

The party agreed and after Lyra made sure the worst of the hurts on her, Kovid, and Abraxas were bandages up by the Sclepian bandages, the group settled down to rest. Wyn and Abraxas were first and the two of them talked quietly throughout the night (1 WMC: Red/Black 4), eventually weariness prompted them to awaken Brendon and Kovid who took over. The two of them checked the outer doors repeatedly (1 WMC: Red/Black 1: D3: Orange2:1 – Ghouls).

It was sometime into the middle of their watch that they could hear movement outside through the door in the Changing room. Some snarling and slavering, followed by some ripping and chewing sounds. Some sniffing followed (multiple dead bodies, -4 on sense check: Black 13 – no!) and then after some more eating sounds, the group of maybe 4 or 5 personages moved away, heading west. The two of them looked at each other and let out a shaky breath, listening with extra care but the undead never came back.

“Thank Thor for the dead gorilla,” Kovid muttered.

“I’m sure if Thor was here, he’d say you’re welcome for the dead gorilla,” Brendon deadpanned.

They returned and after some time, woke up Lyra and Lannis. The Cleric looked over at the wizard and shook her head. “Seriously? I’m stuck with you on watch? This was a poorly planned and thought out system,” she groused.

“Don’t throw a shoe, alright?” He replied. “All we have to do is listen and keep each other company while I run through every iteration of horse that I know.”

“I hate you.”

“I know. I know. Mount, charger, cob, draft horse, carthorse…”

“Do you have any idea how annoying you can be sometimes?” she asked.

“I’ve never thought of it,” he replied. “Packhorse, racehorse, pony, foal, colt, stallion…”

“Seriously, knock it off.”

“Your wish is my command. Gelding, mare, filly, nag, hack…”

“I am going to use a share of my reward money to have a large imposing man punch you in the face every day after breakfast for a month. Trust me.”

“Of course you are. Bronco, moke, steed, jade.”

“Lannis. Stop.”

He smiled and resumed his watch (1 WMC: Red/ Black 2), but the rest of the time was without issue. Eventually Wyn and Abraxas woke up and the 4 of them broke their fast as well as prepared their spells for the day. They took Kovid’s advice and fixed the odd holes, rips, tears, and broken bits of strapping and buckles that 3 weeks of travel had on their gear (1 WMC: Red/Black 6). Eventually though the others woke up and the party was very refreshed (Lannis heal 2, Lyra heal 8, Wyn heal 2, Abraxas heal 8, Brendon heal 3, and Kovid heal 12). Most everyone had eaten their standard or iron rations, leaving the elven rations for another time.

“Ok!” Kovid clapped his hands together. “We have a late start, but I think we needed it. There is a lab upstairs with a number of healing potions waiting for us. We could go wash the bandages now if we wanted to. And I know the ghouls were out wandering about last night, but it is interesting to note the hobs and orcs, if they did, did not come down this way.”

“Rotting gorilla does a great job on disguising our presence,” Lyra noted.

“Speak for yourself,” Lannis retorted. “You are pretty ripe.”

“Monsieur Offop, Please.” Wyn looked around. “So, wot is de plan for today?”

Time now is Day 11, 10:00 AM

(OOC)

Alright! What is the plan kids?

PBEM - Episode 481. Much. Needed. Rest.

Group has burnt anything they have, including reserves, and needs some time to hole up and rest. No more encounters, no more fighting, no more anything. Just need to find a safe harbor and settle for the night. Second time now in a long time they aren't going to use the secret vault on the 2nd floor.

Follows:

FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTY ONE

(I/C)

Standing up and testing his sore body, Kovid seemed satisfied and gave Abraxas a clap on the back. "Phew, thanks Big A. I needed that!"

“De nada,” came the reply, Abraxas doing the same. Both the fighters, and Lyra, looked like a mess; covered in blood, scratches, bruises, and a general weariness that belied the brutality of the day and the effect the front line fight has had on them.

After giving the pile of dead a serious once over (1d4, Orange 2), Wyn was able to find 2 more arrows that were serviceable. He quivered them and then went to Kovid, tapping the mostly empty quiver the dwarf was carrying on the back of his pack. “Dwarfriend, Wyn be taking the rest of doze arrows off yer hands.” (Add 2 plus 4 arrows to your inventory).

“Happy to help out, Wyn.” Kovid looked east, the oil fire had pretty much guttered out, and the hobgoblins seemed to be gone. “So…following them or not?” 

“I don’t think we should follow them,” Lyra said cinching her shield a bit higher on her arm and tightening the straps. “My opinion would be to call it quits for the night in the bath area downstairs. Take the long way, south of the Butchers and back towards where we entered and around.”

The dwarf nodded, tugging on the end of his beard, "The baths sound good to me."

Moving to the western hall and already getting in place to take point, Brendon drew his bow and sighed. “Relaxing in a steam room while drinking wine sounds almost like the best night in a long time.”

Shaking the last of the gore from her Flail, Lyra moved east away from the corpses and got ready to go. “We might want to avoid places like the barracks. They might be hanging around there.” 

"I can't argue with that logic,” Lannis said with a smile, getting a withering glower in return from Lyra. “Good job Buttermilk, I'm proud of you."

"We should worry about just getting away por ahora. We can figure out donde a vayamos once we are free of Raging Zergling y sus cohorts. Primero, vayamos West y South. As far as possible. Then we can make a plan forward, si?"

“Let’s do it people,” Brendon nodded. “Same as always. Slow and please…silent.”

The party made their way east and then south, heading past the Butcher’s. The door was open and looking inside showed the freezer door was broken and would not close again. But no undead could be seen. With great care we shut the door to the Butchers and moved on. The passage took us south and wound about, turning east and then past the Dressmakers and eventually the Scriptorium.

At the hall, Brendon had the party stop and the Scout inched forward, listening with care (<Hear Noise, +25% bonus, Red 18) for a few minutes before motioning us up. “East, I can hear faint hobgoblin voices echoing and growing fainter. For a bit there was some rhythmic sounds of heavy treads, stairs. They are heading north past the Spy’s area and heading back towards eventually the Beekeper, the Jail, and wherever they are looking to go.”

“I’d guess back up to the 2nd floor.”

“I agree.” Brendon pointed west. “I am sure he’s not going to split his forces, but just in case they did leave a scout behind, let’s take Lyra’s suggestion and make the long way around. It’s time, but frankly, it’s safer.”

The party concurred and as one, they made their way west. They went through the Kobold area, down the stairs to the cold hall, then back up and around through the block of rooms and a short distance from the western caverns. Eventually they made it to the entrance chamber and from there moved east and then north, stopping at the eastern door that lead down near the barracks.

Listening there again (no roll needed), we were sure it was quiet and safe, and then we made our way south, eventually going down the steps to the main caverns. The smell hadn’t improved as me picked our way along, the enchanted light in Kovid’s lantern never wavering as it lit our way slowly and finally to the Ishtari baths.

After checking to make sure no surprises were waiting for us within, the party entered through the door that lead to the changing room and shut it behind them. Wyn and Brendon looked around the next 3 chambers and then came back thumbs up. “We’re good,” the Scout said.

“I am so so so very done,” Lannis moaned, dropping his pack to the floor and looking around. “It’s late, I’m hungry, tired, hurting, and god knows what. I assume we’re staying? Blocking a door? What’s the deal?”

Time now is Day 10, 4:50 PM

(OOC)

Made it! Let me know what the plan is and if we are staying, watch order and who is resting. 3 sets of 4 hours? Longer? Who is getting bandaged, etc. Updated character sheets after rest, most likely next post?

PBEM - Episode 480. Rampant Zealotry and the Hobgoblins.

24 rounds of combat.

FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTY

(I/C)

Finally getting to the potions inside the chest from the Bag of Holding, Abraxas pushed the Extra Healing to the dwarf and kept the regular healing for himself. Seeing the hobgoblin above them trying to stab down, the two men pushed back from the cabinet, the Fighter calling, "Amigos, ayuda me. Someone kill ese pendejo, cuando Señor Koiglish y yo bebemos ese potions. Por favor y Gracias."

Drawing his bow and plucking an arrow from the mass of dead on the floor, Wyn took aim and asked, “Well… after we take care of bitch boy up dere, I guess we fall back?” He shot (=+8 to hit, Orange 7), the shaft hitting the hobgoblin in the arm, leaving a trail of blood behind under the chainmail (1d6 Damage, Orange 3).

“Ow! Thor’s balls I’m taking a beating!”

Brendon and Lyra were pushing forward, the Scout stuck behind the dwarf, commanding him “Kovid, back up!” His sword high and ready to hit.

Lannis was working his own spell, pink lights flashing from his fingers as he was racing to get it finished quickly, "I'm wearing pink and this spell is quite small..."

And the hobgoblin, seeing everyone arrayed against him, gave a thin grin, and dropped whatever Rampant Zealotry had him put in his hand before…

And disappeared.

“FUuuuUUUCCK!!” Lannis stomped his foot. “God DAMN these shitheels and using up all of MY potions!” He bent down and gave the vial a sniff, looking at the glass and the label. “Yep. Recall potion.”

Winding her flail down, Lyra sagged against the cabinet, staying away from the burning flame. “I really could use that wine right now, Brendon. We’re getting lit tonight!” 

“Lass,” he sighed, helping the dwarf to his feet. “Truer words have never been spoken!”

The two of them drank their potions down and then Abraxas swiftly put everything away, loading it all back in the Bag of Holding again. “Damn, I thought there was another healing potion in there. But there isn’t. We must have used it.”

(Kovid: Potion of Extra Healing: White 6+3 + 1+1= 11 = Heal 11!)

(Abraxas: Potion of Healing: Red/Black 4+1=5 = Heal 5!)

“Lyra’s iron statue is making a bunch, 4 or so, right now upstairs in the Lab,” Lannis shrugged. “It’s what, about 4? Should be done about 10 or 11 tonight.”

“I’m sure that Rampant Zealotry might have had some,” Kovid groused.

Looking across the room, Wyn gave a deep sigh and commented, “You know, if we follow dem, we gonna run into some trap or sometin. Dough I would really like it iffin we could’ve take advantage of de frozen Fury… oh well…”

Time now is Day 10, 4:05 PM

(OOC)

24 rounds of combat. 58 revenants. Fucking fantastic

XP Monsters: 58 Revenants @ 65 xp each = 3710 divided

2 goblins @ 20 xp each = 40 divided

Brendon add 725 xp (needs under 900)

Kovid add 755 xp

Wyn add 795 xp

Abraxas add 845 xp

Lannis add 1020 xp (needs under 250)

Lyra add 1217 xp (needs under 5k)

Wow! Tell me where you want to go. Rampant Z and his people have moved back and down the hall, but where to? And where do you guys want to go?

PBEM - Episode 479. Rampant Zealotry and the Hobgoblins.

Hobgoblins are smart, and their leader does NOT want to lose anymore. Right now he has numerical superiority and wants to engage the party in an area where he can use that to his advantage - and this is not the place for it. He doesn't know how hurt they all are, but he doesn't like the barrier and knows it will slow his people up. So he opts to withdraw for now and try again another time or tomorrow.

Follows:

FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY NINE

(I/C)

Using the arrow that he just pulled free from the dead body, Wyn skittered down the slope of dead bodies and fired it at the wounded revenant (>+8 to hit, Orange 11). “What’s the plan, mes amis?” he asked as the undead pitched backward, adding its corpse to the ridiculously large mass on the floor (1d6 Damage, Orange 3, 3 Damage and killed!!).

Hunching low behind the barrier, Kovid placed his hammer on the ground and rubbed his head, “We gotta kill that Fury fella. I promised I'd piss down his neck. I'd hate to disappoint."

Readying her Flail to swing, Lyra could see Abraxas winding up to take out the prone revenant trying to stand up, so turned to Hobgoblins and the last of the burning web, shield up and blocking the gap at the north end of the cabinet with her body. “What now? Fight or run away? While I’m feeling nice and fresh I think I’ve just about had it for today. We want to try to take out a few and then get out?”

The Fighter hacked down hard (>+8 to hit, Blue 20 –Critical, Max Damage 8+4=12 damage and killed!!), cleaving the undead hobgoblin’s head free and slaying the very last of the revenants. "Amigos, keep los Roberts busy while yo get los potions de healing por Señor Koxic y yo.” He threw himself behind the cabinet next to the dwarf, taking his pack off and digging out the bag of holding within. Unlacing the top he started to root around inside and added, “Then, we can get back a making greenskins into paste."

Nodding in agreement, Lyra said, “Wouldn’t hurt to have a few less goblins in this bitch of a castle.” 

Working up a spell on seeing the first of the hobgoblins coming out of the hall, Lannis said, "Hopefully they didn't bring their slow crossbow guy with them. Oh well, Little Nemo, take me home!"

Meanwhile Brendon was looking to push past Lyra, fumbling in his bag. “I’m going to use that gnome fire finally. Throwi it at them bastards. I’m hoping for a two bagger or a turkey on this throw.”

“Hello, sleep spell?” Lannis asked, still working the spell. “That’s the plan, right?”

Dragging out the edge of the chest finally, Abraxas asked with some concern, “Um... Brendon... we are putting them to sleep. Why burn them?”

"Okay, Brendon has a new plan, I can see why he's the captain.” Lannis was letting the spell shift as he started to alter his enchantment. “Well, he looks like he knows what he's doing." The Scout was ransacking his pack, frowning as he shoved things all about, murmuring, “where is it, where is it?”

"Que la Pinga, Brenjen,” Abraxas hissed, “No one said anything about fuego!"

“I can’t find the naptha!” Brendon hissed back.

“I have it, Brendon,” Kovid said. “Pretty sure it’s at the bottom of my pack.”

“What the fuck?!”

“Oh good, we’re back to sleep then,” Lannis once again shifted his enchantment back to his original one as the Scout and Dwarf sniped at each other.

“I’ve had it for a while, damn it.”

“It’s GNOME fire. GNOME. You don’t like gnomes. I like gnomes! Why would you have it?!”

“Declaring dibs and saying you have something doesn’t mean you actually have it,” Kovid rebuked him.

“Tell me about it,” Lannis muttered and then finished up with, “ZU!!” and a burst of pink light flew out and struck the lead hobgoblin in the face. (4d4 hd: 3+2+1+2 = 8 hd!) and we then heard a few bodies fall and hobgoblin voices crying out in surprise. “That’s a few more,” the Magic User muttered.

“Well, when you’re done, I want the Naptha if you don’t mind, ok?”

“Sure, sure, whatever.”

“Get them up!” came the call from within the hallway. “No wasting time. I want them up. Now!”

“Yes Captain!”

There were some kicks and slaps and we saw three others emerge from the hall, kicking and slapping some of the sleeping ones out here. The largest through was a brute of a hobgoblin. Standing just a notch over 6’ tall, he was thick, muscled, and sporting a set of platemail covering him from ankle to neck. He sported a shield with a rearing horse as its center motif, and had a wide bladed long blade held in his right hand. Dragon scales and odd teeth and talons decorated his shoulders and elbows, and he had a manic look in his eyes as he looked over the party.

“Nice blockade,” Rampant Zealotry, Captain of the Hobgoblin forces muttered, voice deep and resonant. “Smart thinking.”

(Initiative 6 vs 6 – reroll. Party Steel 4 vs Enemy Red/Black 5)

“This is not the place,” Rampant Z said. “Get the last of ours up and let’s go. There will be other battlefields.”

“Captain?” One of them asked with surprise.

“Oh, we’re not just walking out empty handed.” He pointed at Lyra standing at the gap. “Edward,” he addressed one of the hobs. “Fireplug.”

“On it!” The hobgoblin in question pulled out a prepared flask of oil, lit it on the candle at the floor, and HURLED it at Lyra and the gap.

“Oh look,” she sighed. “A fire plan.” She turned to Lannis and scowled, shield up and trying the pull back. “Just what I would have wanted!” (>+3 to hit, Black 19 – target to hit – hit! 1d8 Damage, Red/Black 5!) The oil burst on the bottom part of her shield and rained flames all about her and down on the floor, making a concentrated wall of fire right there that the Cleric cried out from as she was burned.

“Nice,” Rampant Zealotry said.

“Captain. Joe Fury doesn’t awaken, and he seems frozen in place.”

“Drag him. Leave none behind.” He turned to the crossbow wielders. “You, shoot her. You, help get him out of here.”

“On it!” The hobgoblin raised his crossbow and fired at Lyra visible through the flames (<+3 to hit, White 7), the blot impacting her in the chest, denting the chainmail, but not skipping through.

“Captain! They might pursue!”

“Hmmm.” He tapped one of the hobgoblin and had him pull something out of his pouch and place it in his hand. “Don’t be a hero. Kill one of you can. We’ll see you later.”

“With honor Captain!” The singled out hobgoblin ran across the room and vaulted up onto the brazier’s edge, sword in one hand, the other curled into a fist, as the rest of the troops were retreating back down the hall.

“Well played, Infidels! I will not waste my troops at this time. We shall meet again! Corfard knows it!”

Seeing the tops of only Kovid and Abraxas possible to be hit, the hobgoblin on the brazier attacked with his sword over the cabinet, slamming and slashing at (1-3 Kovid, 4-6 Abraxas: White 2 – Kovid) the dwarf! (=+3 to hit, -4 cover, Green 19) His blade caught the top of Kovid’s helm and tore it aside, leaving his head briefly uncovered, just enough for a reverse stroke to slam into the dwarf hard (1d8 Damage, Purple 6 – Take 6 Damage!) and run blood down his face as a 3” flap of skin on his scalp peeled up and started gushing! “Ha! Coup on you! Coup on you!”

“I fucking hate hobgoblins,” Lyra muttered, trying to push back and avoid getting burned again.

Time now is Day 10, 4:03 PM

(OOC)

Hobs are pulling back – throwing themselves at the barrier is suicide and they are not going to do it. You have 1 on the brazier, doing to you what Brendon was doing to the revenants. The gap on the side of the cabinet is a sheet of fire for another 2 rounds. Chest is out from the bag and healing potions (1 regular, 1 extra) will be gotten out this round. Let me know what’s what

PBEM - Episode 478. Rampant Zealotry and the Hobgoblins.

FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY EIGHT

(I/C)

Taking a nervous look around, Kovid said, “No one wants to heal the dwarf huh? Don’t worry; I’ll just keep poppin’ heads over here.”

Lyra finally pushed her way over and through the massed dead, getting up to Abraxas at long last. The Fighter indicated his backpack with a turn of his head and she flipped the top flap, reached in, and took the precious potion of Extra Healing. “Sorry Kovid! I’m about a punch away from meeting Aine herself!” With shaking hands she popped the top and drank it down, the cool liquid breathing warmth and life back into her limbs (Heal 2d8: 6+4=10 – Heal 10 Damage!) closing most of her open wounds.

Lannis had one of his Darts out and was going to run to the Held Joe Fury, "Yeah, fuck this guy, I'm done letting our unfinished business come back to bite us!"

Shaking his head no, Abraxas called out, "Amigos, estamos almost finito. El Ultimato Revenante es aqui. Solo tres remain. Let's kill them ahora, then focus on los Roberts.” He swung hard at the unwounded revenant (>+8 to hit, Blue 5), tearing its midsection wide open and then drove it back and down. “Y todos el grupo: get behind el cabinet. Get low. Ese es una battle importante amigos.” (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 4+4=8 Damage and killed!!) It went down adding its body to the dead littering the entire area. “El Roberts Ultimos y El Revenantes Utimtos son aqui. Aqui es donde mueren!"

“He’s right, team,” Brendon replied, shooting the wounded one (>+6 to hit, Red 7), dragging a wicked cut along its inner thigh, rotting blood spilling out (1d6 Damage, Red 3). “We’re getting a lot of cardio in the week. We should get some cake soon!!”

Looking around, Lannis made to run behind the cabinet. "Blast! I forgot the fully immobile are very hard to kill! Plan C it is. IN BET GRAV!” He shot a Dart at the wounded revenant (1d4 Damage, Pink 2 – 1 hp left!!), blasting off the side of its face…but it refused to fall over!” Wyn ran ahead of the Magic User, plucking two arrows from the mass of dead, 1 of them still usable.

Legs pumping, hearing the crossbow hobgoblins ready to fire, Kovid waved his hands at the 4 Lannis’ and called out, “Hold back, Big Brain! Let me get in front of you.”

“Shake a leg, Fat Ass. Jenny Craig and water with lime is in your future, doughboy!”

“Get the Damned Wizard!” came the call from the hall, and both crossbows fired (>+3 to hit, Black 15…>+3 to hit, Black 12) One bolt struck a Lannis copy in the chest, making its eyes bulge and fall over before popping. A second hit another Lannis copy in the neck, piercing his throat and fountaining blood briefly before it too disappeared. “Useless! Hit the REAL one! Burn this fucking web down!!”

As a hobgoblin with the torch stepped up and set the web on fire, Abraxas was facing against the last 2 undead, one of them badly wounded, the other whole. The healthy one swung hard at the Fighter (<+2 to hit, White 1 – Fumble! 1-2 hit self, 3-4 hit friend, 5-6 knocked prone – White 5 – knocked prone) but Abraxas ducked under the swing and swept his Scythe low and hard, tearing the footing out from under the revenant and making it fall with a crash to the ground, hissing and snarling.

The other undead though got through the Fighter’s defenses and hit him with a stunning blow (>+2 to hit, White 19) to the side of his chest, causing Abraxas to gasp in pain and nurse his side as one of his ribs had either cracked or was seriously bruised. (1d6 no 1 Damage, Red/Black 4)

(Initiative Party Steel 5 vs Enemy Red/Black 3)

Time now is Day 10, 4:02 PM

(OOC)

Pic placement isn’t exact as I had a change for Wyn’s turn after I had gone down – assume he is at the cut into the other side of the barrier ahead of Kovid, and the dropped hob is not CDG’ed. We have the healthy Revenant on the ground prone (+2 to hit melee, -2 to hit missile), the one with 1 hp still standing. Web burned this last round so hobs can come in on their turn. There is NOT xbow fire this round, reload. Lannis is the last outside the barrier right now and has 1 more image. Top of the round! Go go go!!

PBEM - Episode 477. Rampant Zealotry and the Hobgoblins.

FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY SEVEN

(I/C)

“Ugh!” Wyn complained, dodging another swing from the closest hobgoblin. “What a time to be out of spells.”

"Amigos, let's get sorted, si?” Abraxas swapped over to his Scythe on noting the web was ripping down right in front of him. He cocked it back to hit and Brendon backed up a step or two, bringing his bow out to keep out of Abraxas’ way. The Fighter hacked forward (>+8 to hit, Blue 6), ripping through the next revenant. “Ese Undead necessitais ir, A-S-A-P. Los Roberts son duerme?” The undead flipped to the side, torn apart from the enchated Morrigaan weapon (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 4+4=8 Damage and killed!!). “Cuando we rest yo tengo algun potions un el bag. Señora Lurka, tengo un potion y tu necessitas."

Sighting at the next one, Brendon let his arrow fly (>+6 to hit, Red 12), shooting the next one in the leg (1d6 Damage, Red 2), “What the fuck! Wyn where’s our directions!?”

“Hokay, hokay,” The elf complained, digging in his pack for his spellbook. “Guess dis is always an option…Oh! Nebermind! I has a scroll!” He took out his last scroll of sleep. “Forgot I ‘ad dis.” He glanced at the Magic User, “Hey Offop. Dis be in poor taste, but I cen’t ‘Leo myself. Time for Plan R.” He blocked another slash from the hob as he unfurled his scroll. “Lissen up! Wyn’ll roofie de guys in ‘ere. You Offop blow dat load in de hallway.”

Kovid and Brendon both chuckled aloud at that briefly pausing the elf in his directions before he could regroup and continue. “Ya. Dat is funny. Hokay! Priestess… chain de big one, s’il vous plaît.” He pointed to Joe Fury and the hobgoblin attacking Kovid with his battle axe.

Nodding in agreement, Lyra proceeded to cast her last spell. “Alright I’ll get the big guy. Someone try to cover me! I’d prefer not to get shot again.”Lannis was already moving closer, his copies swirling around him, his own fingers working his spell up. “Blessed Aine! Just that big bastard there. Hold!” (Save vs spells, -2 penalty lone target, Black 5) A burst of white empowered light burst out and slammed into the hobgoblin, locking his arms and legs instantly in place, his swing interrupted as the spell stopped him. Lyra was running back across the chamber, heading towards the cabinet and Abraxas.

Kovid was already ducking to the side, turning his attention to the lone goblin instead, sneering at the held Joe Fury and growled, “I’m the one who pisses on your head greenie, hob or not.”

As soon as the spell went off, Wyn was wrapping up his spell scroll, addressing the foes still in the chamber with, “Are eidder of ye named Donna? Cuz you about to get fucked! ZU!” (4d4 HD: 1+1+3+2 = 7 HD) The goblin in front of Lyra and Kovid both froze in place, followed by the 2 hobgoblins arraigned against the elf – and then all 4 of them fell over and went to sleep. “Dat’s how ye dew it!”

"You know what they say Craw Daddy,” Lannis was burning his own spell, shooting just past the melee, “With great magic, comes great magicsponsibility. IN ARACHNE REIF!" Strands of thick webbing burst out and hit the open door frame, covering it in crisscrossing layers of thick rope like webs that was going to block the hall.

“Damn them!” Came the call from the hall. “Get these webs GONE. Shoot either the bitch or the one in pink!”

Slamming down with his hammer, Kovid found himself crushing the head of one of the sleeping goblins (CDG – Goblin!) and staggering around. “Hokay, who has that potion for me?”

(Initiative: Party steel 2 vs enemy Red/Black 1)

Time now is Day 10, 4:01 PM

(OOC)

You guys have the conch. 2 are on the other side of the cabinet, Lyra is pushing through the bodies, 3 enemy sleeping, 1 held. Webs blocking the door but can still be crossbowed through. But you have a tiny bit of breathing room. For now. Top of the round!

PBEM - Episode 476. Undead, Webs, and Wandering Monsters

FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY SIX

(I/C)

"We are almost through con los revanantes amigos,” Abraxas called out helpfully (>+7 to hit, Blue 13), fighting in the far gloom of Kovid’s lantern, his spear stabbing out at another revenant trying to get through. “Just a few mas...” (1d6+3 Damage, Blue 2+3=5 Damage!). He turned around and could see the goblin and hobgoblins working their way down the hall and into the room, their chants of “Ooga Chaka!” filling the chamber, he cursed, “Mierda. Amigos, through the revanantes es el path mejor, yo creo. Si estamos listo y rapido, we should be able a move forward."

Lyra clapped him on the back, swung her flail once, and ran back over the mess of dead bodies to join the battle lines in that direction. Brendon in turn took her spot, vaulting over the Cabinet, his own spear spinning around, joining Abraxas at the front line with a nod and commenced stabbing as well (>+3 to hit, Red 13). “Looks like we’ve got a real mess on our hands… err feet!” (1d6 Damage, Red 3 and killed!) His spear slammed into the same one that Abraxas had already wounded, dropping the number against us to 4 standing revenants.

Glancing back, Lyra asked, “Wait. Why feet?” 

“I’m sure he meant hooves,” Lannis and his 3 mirror images cracked thier knuckled and stepped up to the edge of the bodies along the cabinet and prepared to fire off his last available spell. “Hooves. Snicker. I don't know how, but somehow this is in some way Lyras fault. Now, ahem, IN BET GRAV! Hadouken!" (Dart 1d4 Damage, Pink 1) A burst of chaos ripped out and slapped into the next undead shoving at the deteriorating webs, raising a cloud of burnt acrid smoke. As soon as it happened, the Manastone he was carrying cracked, and raw power spilled out, running all over the 4 magic users, replenishing his compliment of spells! He called out, fist raised, “I have the power! Wait, no,” he snapped his fingers and then raised his voice again. “There can be only one!"

"Pero, hay es quattro de tu?" Abraxas asked glancing back at the wizard and his copies, flashing 4 fingers.

"Was that four or two? Be consistent there big hoss."

 "Que? Dijo quattro. No dos. Quattro de tu. Miro,” he pointed at each version of Lannis, “Uno, Dos, Tres, Quattro. Quattro de dolor en el culo."

" 'You know dose trees cattos'?” He asked with a frown, blinking twice. “I thought I was the one getting hit in the head."

Wyn took aim down the hall and sighting past the lead goblins, he settled on one of the larger hobs charging up behind and fired (>+8 to hit, -2 rank, Orange 17), the arrow striking through the chainmail and making the greenskin grunt (1d6 Damage, Orange 3). “You want to continue on dis path hobgoblins?”

“Charge!” came the answering cry.

He slung his bow and flipped his shield and sword into play, readying himself to attack. “We got plenty of arrows and zombies to keep ye busy!”

“Kill them all!”

Feet set, he glanced over at Lyra who had just run up to melee range, her own shield and Flail ready. He nodded at her and called one last time, “A present for you from Mirabellis!”

Just behind the lead goblins, two hobgoblins with crossbows both turned to the north wall, braced themselves, and fired at the Cleric. The first bolt hit (>+3 to hit, White 18), slamming through the elven chainmail and bringing her up short (1d8 Damage, Blue 5) with a gasp of pain. The second bolt (>+3 to hit, White 2) passed over her head and clacked against the far wall with a burst of sparks. “Aine’s Blessing! That hurt!”

As the three goblins ran into the room, Kovid roared from around the corner and swung his Theystran Hammer with all his might (>+6 to hit, Yellow 15), stopping the lead greenskin in its place by its face (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 5+3=8 Damage and killed!!) before b=pile driving it into the ground. “Ha! The live ones go down pretty satisfying as well!”

The goblin with the arrow wound made its way to the staggered Cleric (<+1 to hit, Black 8), stabbing at her and crying out in its own language, but unable to get past her swinging shield or chain. The hobgoblin with the arrow wound threw itself at Wyn, its sword slashing low, making the elf jump and dodge (<+3 to hit, Black 3) with relative ease, avoiding getting hit. And the last goblin, seeing Kovid had killed its cousin, shrieked at the dwarf, “I HATERS YOU!!” and tried to brain the dwarf with its club (<+1 to hit, Purple 13), catching him on the shoulder and helm.

Back at the web, the lead revenant was scrabbling through the webbing to attack Abraxas (<+2 to hit, -2 web interfere, Green 3) but the Fighter was able to keep far enough away for now.

(Initiative 2 vs 2, reroll. Party Steel 4 vs Enemy Red/Black 6)

Still pressing its attack, the web slipped a few more strands and the revenant was able to grab at Abraxas with one arm, clawing at his forearm and hand with its talon like fingers (>+2 to hit,-2 web interfere, Green 19), shredding skin and peeling flesh off, blood leaking down from the ragged wounds (1d6 no 1, Red 3 – Take 3 Damage!). “Stop hitting us!”

“Make Room!” Came the call from the hall as the hobgoblins charged closer. “Isolate and destroy!”

“Yes Captain!!”

Lyra continued to face off with the goblin as it moved to the side to allow others to enter the room behind it, the greenskin slashing low, high, and then a few stabs at her face (<+1 to hit, Yellow 6) but she blocked and pulled back, head twisting side to side. “Fight them off, Lassie!” Kovid cried out as the goblin he was fighting got a lucky grab on his beard long enough for it to bop the dwarf square in the middle of his forehead (>+1 to hit, Yellow 20 – Critical, Max Damage, Take 6 Damage!), making his grunt and see stars and flashes as more hobgoblins entered the chamber.

“Be cares, Dwarffriend!” Wyn called out, ducking the sword swing of the hobgoblin he was facing (<+3 to hit, Blown 6), the blade cutting air instead of his flesh. “I tink dat one is de Joe Fury!” As he was pointing it out, the next hobgoblin made it to the chamber and engaged the elf as well (>+3 to hit, Teal 17), the two of them working in tandem enough to get a blade slid through Wyn’s defenses (1d8 Damage, Red/Black 2 – Take 2 Damage!). “Merde!”

“Kovid, eh?” the larger hobgoblin asked, bringing its battle axe about before laying into the dwarf (<+4 to hit, Red/Black 11). “I look forward to using your head as a chamberpot, dwarf!”

And the rest of the hobgoblins had run up the hall by this time. And we could hear the clack clack clack noise of the hobgoblin’s finishing their loading of their crossbows for firing next round.

And the webbing was barely holding on for a few seconds longer.

Time now is Day 10, 4 PM

(OOC)

Web falls next round. 4 Revenants left, 1 lightly wounded by a dart spell. 1 goblin down, 2 standing, one lightly wounded by an arrow. Hobs in the room, one of them is Joe Fury. Crossbows loaded and ready to fire next round. Lannis has all his spells back. Lyra was going to Hold Person unless something changes. Good luck!

PBEM - Episode 475. Undead, Webs, and Wandering Monsters

Sorry all! Hell of a weekend! Real life and all that - but we're back and just in time, since we have the party being pincered between the last of the revenants and the now approaching hobgoblins.

And the Ooga chaka? One of the players felt that might be terrifying to hear a 10 count of militant goblin green beret times charging out of the darkness to attack the group. Worked for me!

Follows

FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY FIVE

(I/C)

Running fast, propelling the dwarf and wizard ahead of him, Wyn had his eye fixed on the busted door frame, already running his left hand out to grab it as he was going to emerge. He called ahead to the rest of the party, 

“De Hobs be coming, mes amis. I tink we got a minute before dey be here. How de undead treatin us ova dere?”

"It's been a really long dia, amigos,” Abraxas answered hoarsely, dragging a spear free and vaulting into the gap between the cabinet and the webbed mass hoping to get to him. He kicked aside broken and dead bodies as he drew closer, ignoring the snarling revenants as they reached through to grab at him. “Necessito in nap."

As he ran into the room and turned to the left, Lannis was working a spell with his free hand, torch held in the other, giving the Cleric a sharp look and sneering, "Lyra, do you ever get tired of me being right about you?"

Lyra for her part stared about 4” above and to the right of the wizard’s head before whirling around and following the fighter to the opposite side of the barrier, holy symbol out, teeth gritting together, muttering invectives under her breath.

Wrapping up his spell, Lannis called louder, "Hey Horse, I'm talking to you! IN MULTOS EGO!!” (1d4 images, Pink 3) The air around him split and three more copies of the magic user burst into being, immediately confusing the masses to disguise which one was actually the real Lannis.

Positioned on the north side of the busted door frame, Kovid choked up on his Hammer and tried to still his frantic heartbeat, the sound of approaching goblins and hobgoblins sounding down the hall. "No green fuck is poking this dwarf with crossbow bolts today."

“Today?” Brendon asked with a laugh. “This has to be the longest day so far in here!” He readied an arrow and prepared to fire at the masses behind the webs.

“Lady Aine,” Lyra began, “Goddess of Summer. Feel the hate I have in me, Goddess. Feel it? I do. I want to use this hate, this hate I feel for one such…person…and please, set it on fire, and send that fire DOWN to those undead there and please, give me a bit would you, and TURN!!” A staccato beat sounded and then a zephyr blossomed behind her, and to her surprise, her symbol glowed! “AlllllRIGHT!!!” she cheered as a blast of goddess borne energy FLEW out and streaked PAST the undead in the front…(2d6 HD: White 4+2=6 = Lol ,most that could be affected anyway!) and plowed into the rear of the horde, where the last and latecomers had shown up! Their flesh rippled and blew away amidst their roars and cries, followed a moment later by their bones blowing apart and the mass of undead was just dropped by half a dozen!

“Huzzah!!” came the cheers from the group as Lyra’s turn came to an end. Stepping into the slipsteam of flowing energy, Abraxas stabbed out with his spear (>+7 to hit, Blue 10), the sharpened point slamming through the closest undead’s chest and piercing deep (1d6+3 Damage, Blue 3+3=6 Damage!). “Excellente!!”

“Nice job, team!” Brendon smiled, shooting his ready arrow at the revenant that Abraxas just wounded (>+4 to hit, Red 10), ripping through the undead orc’s guts (1d6 Damage, Red 5 and killed!!!), the shambler just hanging there in place.

Meanwhile down the hall, Wyn was watching carefully, hearing the goblinoid voiced chanting out, “Ooga Chaka. Ooga Chaka!” as they ran the hall. It was when the first greenskin hove into view, lit by the candles it was running by, that the elf drew back and fired (>+8 to hit, Orange 14), the clothyard shaft skimming across the space and winging the lead goblin in the face (1d6 Damage, Orange 1), drawing blood and making it squeal.

“Quarry!” Came the hobgoblin roar from behind. “Take them down! NO MERCY!!”

“OOGA CHAKA!!!”

(Initiative: Party Steel 5 vs Enemy Red/Black 3)

Time now is Day 10, 3:59 PM

(OOC)

Here. They. Come. There are 5 revenants still pushing their way through the deteriorating webs – will be through in 2 rounds. Back of the horde had not seen Lyra or anything like her for 15 plus minutes, so even though they were agro – I allowed another turning – but only on those 6. Looks like 3 gobs in the front, followed by the last of the Hobs. Abraxas you have a potion of extra heal in your bag you can get to. Other potions are in a chest in a bag of holding – 2 rounds to get to them: Recall, Xtra heal, climb, giant strength, haste, fly, 4 tainted invis. Lyra, still has a potion of control undead and 1 spell (2nd level) open. Lannis, you cast 1 cantrip and your manastone fires off for the last time. Good luck guys!

PBEM - Episode 474. Undead, Webs, and Wandering Monsters

FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY FOUR

(I/C)

Drawing an arrow and aiming through the webbing at the revenants back there hoping to push through, Brendon fired (=+6 to hit, Red 6), shaft hitting one of the undead near the front. “Since Abraxas is sure to kill that last bugger,” he indicated the one struggling with the Fighter, “you might as well look around for arrows, Wyn. Maybe we can reposition the cabinet and brazeer again while we have time.” (1d6 Damage, Red 5).

"Amigos, maybe es tiempo para miramos down el Hall uno mas, si? Señor Wynaboo y algun persona vais together, si?” Abraxas swung hard (=+8 to hit, Blue 4) Scythe hitting the undead in the throat, parting the flesh all the way back the neck bone. “El rest de us will trabajamos en building a barricade mas fuerza, si? Hacemos, amigos!" (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 6+4=10 Damage and killed!!) If flopped back, adding its mass to the serious number of mounded dead littering the floor.

"Oui, Salazar." Wyn snapped his fingers, pointing at Lannis and Kovid, motioning for them to follow him. “Dwarfriend or Monsieur Offop, ye want to come wit me down dis hall so we can set up some candles in case someone comes up behind us? I need both candles en at least a torch if someone cen provide doze.” He looked in his back and drew out a single candle, frowning. “At least four candles, if possible. Merci.”

Taking out his last torch and 3 of his own candles, Lannis lit the torch off his own candle on the floor and held it up. "Wow! Boaty McBoatBoat did learn something: loot the bodies after combat. Technically the fight isn't over, so he only gets half credit.” He turned back to the elf and shrugged. “I wasn’t listening to whatever you said, Wyn, but sure, I'll go with you."

Spinning his hammer once, Kovid held it up and joined the other two at the hallway. “Ah yes elf-friend Wyn, I’ll help with those candles. I’m tired of taking a beating from clammy reanimated flesh-bags.” He turned the wizard and gave him a gentle shove back to the room, saying, “I got this Big Brain. Go stand in Lyra’s way, not mine. Maybe you’ll be useful and absorb some damage.”

“Um, no. This is MY torch and these are MY candles. I want to make sure they are being used properly and expect to be compensated for them by having them replaced or reimbursed at fair market value, thank you very much.”

“Be careful Wyn,” Lyra called out, looking around at the mess of dead on the ground and frowned. “We’ve been making a bit of noise, who knows what all of this has attracted.” 

The trio went down the hall about 20’ or so where Kovid kept watch and Lannis helped Wyn light a candle and place it on the ground. Satisfied it was in place, the three of them ran off further to do it again.

Back in the chamber, Abraxas and Lyra realized that with some 30 dead bodies on the ground, there was little chance they could move the cabinet properly. Meanwhile the Fighter was checking out the stones, noting that the 400 plus year old rock would make driving a spike difficult and slow (random 2-5 minutes per spike on a successful Str check). The Cleric made the call to manhandle a large orcish specimen and hoist it on top of the cabinet instead. Taking her lead, Abraxas did the same with another dead body.

Meanwhile the press of undead was shoving at the webbing and Brendon drew another arrow, letting it fly at the same one he had struck earlier (>+6 to hit, Red 14), striking it in the face (1d6 Damage, Red 5 and killed!!) and slaying it. It hung there, held upright by the webs around it and the press of bodies behind. He noted the strands of webbing were slowly breaking one at time and called out, “Hurry! We’re running out of time!”

In the hall, Wyn and company had lit the 2nd candle, placing it on the floor (<Hear Noise, +4 bonus, Orange 6), when the elf held his hand up and cocked his head. “Merde!” he hissed. “Company coming from dat way!” he pointed further down the dark hall and in the distance around the corner, the dwarf and wizard could then hear what Wyn did.

Footsteps jogging. Lots of them. The jangling of armor and clanking of weapons. And goblinoid voices chanting out in their language, “Dopple zeit. Dopple zeit. Esast fast die totschlagen zeit!”

“What the fuck are they saying?!” Lannis asked horrified.

Wyn was already making his way back down the hall. “Goblin bullshit. And killing time.” He gave dwarf and mage a push, urging them to move. “Hurry! We’re running out of time!”

Time now is Day 10, 3:58 PM

(OOC)

1 round until they turn corner. Hard to tell, but sounds like…whatever hobgoblins are remaining. Web will hold for 3 more rounds, and then it will fail. Talk to me people!

PBEM - Episode 473. Undead, Webs, and Wandering Monsters

The hits just keep on coming. Web won't last, and the WMC last turn was realized by the party - they are on borrowed time, and the still need to clear the area out.

Follows:

FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY THREE

(I/C)

Looking around with concern, Lannis spun his quarter staff absently as the undead continued to try and rip through the webbing. "Why do I get the feeling that Lyra just did something terrible? Lyra, did you just do something terrible? If something terrible happens I'm going to blame you."

Ignoring Lannis, Abraxas concentrated on the next undead (>+8 to hit, Blue 15), his Scythe once more dispatching one of the shamblers (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 7+4=11 Damage and killed!) with critical ease.

Throwing a withering look at the wizard’s way, Lyra smashed her Lolthian Flail into the wounded revenant, trying to take it down (>+4 to hit, White 10). “Why won’t this thing DIE?” She caught a lucky blow along its head, bursting it open and spraying rotting brain matter across the battlefield (1d6+2 Damage, White 6+2=8 Damage and killed!). “Got it!”

Meanwhile looking around the room and then glancing behind him, Wyn commented, “You know, I was tinkin I might step away from dis door to pick up some arrows since we might ‘ave some breathin’ room…. But now I got de feelin dat I should stay near dis door fer some reason.” He drew another arrow from his withering quiver and got ready to fire. “Weird.”

"Watch out for my candle, Frog legs," Lannis called out.

Kovid swung his hammer over the barrier at the revenant enjoying some cover (=+6 to hit, -4 cover/distance, Yellow 10), forced to hit the upper portion of the undead orc. And hit he did, the enchanted Hammer (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 6+3=9 Damage and killed!) crushed the dead greenskin’s neck and knocked it down. “Need. A. Break.”

At his position atop the brazier, Brendon had an easier time attacking (>+4 to hit, Red 19) and cracked the last revenant not trapped behind the stretching webs in the upper chest (1d6+1 Damage, Red 3+1=4 Damage!). “I’m trying to think of something witty to say but I’m drawing a blank.”

Tossing a smile his way, Lannis quipped, "Don't hurt yourself, it'll happen one day."

Wyn finally fired at the lone wounded revenant (>+8 to hit, -4 Cover, Orange 12), drilling an arrow into its shoulder as it gave up on climbing over and turned north to try and attack Abraxas (1d6 Damage, Orange 2)

As it plied its attack against the Fighter (<+2 to hit, Black 16 (missed by 1!)), Abraxas defended himself and called to Wyn, “Señor Waynch, would it make sense to check out el hallway uno mas tiempo? Es been una while since we last looked. No quieramos get stuck between dos fronts. Maybe un patrol de Roberts es en el area ahora. Si asi, necessitamos a saber."

(Web integrity/holding based upon poor anchor points and multiple pressing bodies: 2d4 rounds – 4+1=5 rounds!)

A look over and through the webbing had Brendon call out, “I think…I think there at 7 behind Lannis’ web. And they are pushing hard. It’s only held on poorly in the middle of the floor, walls, and ceiling – not anchored to the corners.”

“Damn it, I’m a magic user, Brend, not a manufacturing engineer.”

(Initiative Party Steel 3 vs Undead Red/Black 6)

The wounded revenant tried once more to rip through Abraxas (<+2 to hit, Red/Black 2), to no avail. And from down the long hall behind the majority of the second wave, we could hear the shambling slowest batch of the third wave finally turn the corner and make their approach.

Time now is Day 10, 3:56 PM

(OOC)

Last wave is 6 total, they move the slowest. There are 7 beyond the web. Web will rip down in 5 rounds. Something else happens in 3 rounds. There is ONE wounded revenant attacking Abraxas right now. Bottom of the round! You go kids!