Group is working like a machine here, good choke point, good flow, nice spacing of initiative. Getting a handle on it. But the larger horde is now out, and they have a limited time to clean up the last of this batch.
Follows:
FOUR HUNDRED SIXTY THREE
(I/C)
"Amigos, I kinda like how this has been going,” Abraxas cheered, “Keep Swinging... Siempre!" (<+8 to hit, Blue 2) His Scythe slashes were getting sloppy as the press of the last revenants closed, spotting one of them clambering over the barrier and threatening the rest of the party.
Shield up, Lyra worked her Flail in another series of swings (>+4 to hit, White 17), cracking the undead on top of the cabinet with twin cracking shots. “Just toss them Lannis, he can be our sacrifice to the undead.” (1d6+2 Damage, White 3+2 = 5 Damage!)
Sliding his bow up his arm, Brendon drew his Alha short blade and waded forward, engaging the one already on the ground. “Have room for me?” he asked with a grin, slashing and hacking (<+4 to hit, Red 5), cutting flesh and keeping the undead’s attention, but not landing a telling blow.
"Kill them faster!" Lannis called out, bringing his quarter staff about and looking to help the Scout out, thrusting and swinging.
“Have you heard the one,” Kovid began, Hammer working back and forth on the one above him on the cabinet as well as the one on the ground. “Where the skeleton walks into the tavern and asks for an ale and a mop?” He paused, snickering as he struck out (<+6 to hit, Yellow 1 – Fumble! 1-2 Lose weapon, 3-4 hit self/stunned, 5-6 hit friend: Yellow 4 – self!) “A mop, get it!? I don’t care who you are, by Thor’s balls that’s funny! Ahahahaha ….whoops!”He was caught by a twisting backhand from both undead, catching the Dwarf unprepared (take 1 hit point damage, -4 to AC and to hit next round) and drawing a line of blood.
Scowling, Lyra commented, “I need a nap after this.”
The Magic User shook his head in reply, "Horses sleep three hours a day, how could you possibly need more sleep?” (>+1 to hit, Pink 14) He thrust forward hard, staff hitting the revenant in the throat, the sound of cracking vertebrae filling the air (1d6 Damage, Pink 6!). “And it was a zombie getting a wine with a broom, classic joke!"
Taking aim at the wounded one on this side of the cabinet, Wyn let another arrow fly (>+8 to hit, Orange 17). “Oh dat be a good one, Monsieur Dwarf!” It hit the undead goblin in the chest and blew out the other side (1d6 Damage, Orange 2 and killed!!), dropping it at long last.
"Por que necessita un Skeleton boracho un Broom?” Abraxas frowned, trying to understand the humor in the dwarf’s joke. “Quien tiene un janitor muertos vivientes?"
“Keep ponderin Big A,” He replied with a smile, “It’s never funny explaining jokes, take it from Big Brain.”
(Initiative Party Steel 2 vs Undead Red/Black 3)
(Freezer Door: Black 14, Black 3. 1d6: Red 4! Busted down.)
From somewhere else, we could hear the final crackling noise as the freezer door gave up its integrity and burst open, spilling the trapped horde of undead within OUT in the Butchery, their moans, cries, howls, and shrieks, acting as a counterpoint to the sound of the battle taking place here.
“Fuck,” Brendon scowled, “Here they come.”
“Let’s finish deez up and figure out wha we wanna do.” Wyn replied.
The one fighting Abraxas continued to press its luck (<+2 to hit, White 12), and although it hit the Fighter, he blocked most of the blows with the shaft of his Scythe, his armor taking the rest of the impacts. The two on top of the cabinet fell into the party line, two more replacing the one that had been slain earlier. The last of the partially maneuverable undead them climbed onto the cabinet next, a hobgoblin without a foot, a hole in its skull where a sling stone had hit it. The last 4 then pulled themselves close enough to be a danger, crowding the other side of the barrier, each of them also missing a hand as well as a lower limb…but driven with necromantic energies to be no less dangerous.
Lyra shield slammed the closest one as it tried to attack her (<+2 to hit, White 7), the clang of metal offsetting the sound of its frustrated cries. Kovid though, already feeling the effects of the fumble just earlier, was a bit slow on the defense (>+2 to hit, +4 stunned, Green 13) and the lead one on the ground hit him in the chest and left arm (1d6 no 1 Damage, Yellow 6 – Take 6 Damage!), making the dwarf grunt in pain. “Thor’s Balls! That one I’m gonna feel in the morning!”
Which then left the one on top of the barrier to hoist its foot back and kick (>+2 to hit, +4 stunned, Green 20 – Critical Max Damage – Take 6 Damage!!!), slamming the dwarf in the head, his skull making a “thwacking’ sound like a watermelon, Kovid rubbing his forehead and trying to clear the spots from his eyes, hammer swinging about to keep the foes at bay. “Ugh! Never mind. THAT one I’m feeling right now!”
Time now is Day 10, 3:45 PM
(OOC)
Ugh – two max hits on Kovid after a fumble. Ouch. Ok, good news is the barrier is working great and has slowed down and spaced out the undead attack. There are 4 slow movers who just made the barrier on the other side, so good job. Bad news, two now are on your side of the barrier, one on top, and the freezer door finally broke (20 hp damage) so the main horde has been released. Keep me posted!
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