FOUR HUNDRED FIFTY EIGHT
(I/C)
"Let's go!" Kovid cried out, shoving his way forward.
"Señor Korvarn.... DUCK!” Abraxas yelled, swinging his Scythe just as the dwarf dove for the ground just at the door frame. The Morrigaan weapon (>+8 to hit, Blue 15) was dead on, but the undead chasing Kovid down stopped just in time and was only partially hit by the enchanted weapon (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 1+4=5 Damage!), still enough to flay open flesh and blast bones, but not drop it. “Ahora amigos, stay y luchamos or vayamos? Yo vote stay. Que dicemos?"
“Dwarfriend!” Wyn called out, pointing north, “Time to go and regroup.”
"Marines, we are LEAVING!" Lannis shouted, slamming to a stop as he smacked into Lyra, the Cleric ceased moving in the hall. "Move that fat ass, Gluestick! We have enough undead chasing us to take down a Marilyn Manson concert!"
"I can't!" she retorted, giving the Magic User an elbow to the gut. "I'm waiting for Brendon!"
“Du Lac! About face soldier.” The elf called out, hands waving, “We go nord en prep a bit against de horde en de incomin hobs.”
“What hobs?” Abraxas asked, helping Kovid up, the dwarf already swinging his weapon. “Why we worried about baddies we don’t know are there verses the ones that ARE here?!?”
“Pardon moi for plannin’ out for de Sit-Choo-Ay-Shuns,” Wyn retorted, already heading northward.
Kovid gave the closest undead a kick to the knee, spotting a multitude emerging from behind it, and drew his Hammer back with a snarl, “I’ll kill you all again if I have to! It’ll hurt more the second time, I promise you.” The wounded salamander didn’t seem to care and the dwarven fighter swung (>+6 to hit, Yellow 15), the enchanted Theystran weapon connecting with a warbling crunch (1d8+3 damage, Yellow 7+3=10 damage and killed!), smashing the head wide open and spraying the other undead behind it with rotting brain matter. It dropped and the dwarf grinned, grabbing the handle and pulled the door closed, Abraxas grabbing hold as well.
As the rest of the party ran, Lannis bitingly asked Lyra, "Hey Hortense, I thought you were going to clear these guys out?”
“Oh screw off Lannis!” She fired back.
Affecting a shitty mocking tone, and mimicked her with a sneering, “Shut up, Lannis!" Looking around at the gloom ahead and hearing the undead close behind, mouth agape, he then added, "You should see a doctor, Girlie. Something is absolutely fucking wrong with you.” Pointing ahead he added, "As Tall Dark and Bilingual says, Vamanos people!"
The 2 fighters almost had the door closed, pulling it in place, the closest undead yanking on the door frame in the opposite direction (Combative Str check: Blue14 +2 help, (Under 4..Under 6) vs Red/Black 1 +2 help +2 help (damn – sorry guys: Under 12..Under 16) and quickly Abraxas realized they were ill prepared. “Unnngh!! It’s…no…use!” He shook his head, Kovid sweating, and the two of them nodded to each other. “A la mierda!”
They turned to run, the door opening behind them, and from further back, they could hear the beating and ripping sounds of the freezer door slowly breaking apart as the undead within were frantic to break free. “Go!” Kovid called out, looking back. The undead were maybe 12 feet behind him and spilling into the hall. “Go! They’re coming!”
Holding on to his flopping hat, Lannis grumbled, “Great, now I have to do your jobs AND mine.” He glanced over at Lyra and smirked, “Dressage is going to really eat into my calendar."
The Cleric gave him a side eye and said, “I would pay a canker ridden whore in sugar balls and pushpops to smother you in your sleep with her diseased flesh if given half a chance.”
“Sounds like a good time.”
Time now is Day 10, 3:38 PM
(OOC)
Party is moving north, Wyn is about at the corner to the east, Kovid and Abraxas in the back are only about 10’ north of the Butcher’s main door. Word was to run, so we are running. What is the plan and where do you hope to end up?
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