Momentum will get you at some point, and there are a damn load of undead. It was going to happen and kudos to the group for holding it off as long as they have.
Follows:
FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY
(I/C)
"Por que es everyone waiting? Bebeindo vino y relaxing,” Abraxas shook his head, hacking with his Scythe (>+8 to hit, Blue 20 – Critical! Max Damage: 8+4=12 Damage and killed!), splitting the nearest undead from head to crotch in a silvery spray of sparks. “Hay es tres Undead derecho aqui, con seis o mas behind them, y maybe trenta mas coming down el Hall.” He shook the viscera off his weapon and spat on the ground, motioning the next ravenous dead Hobgoblin to come closer. “Maybe we kill todos de el Undead ANTES bebemos, si? Mas re-killing, menos drinking, eh?"
Positioned behind the Fighter once again, Lannis brought his staff around in anticipation of swinging. "I think he's scolding you, which means he agrees with me,” He told the rest of the party with a haughty tone. “Save the wine for later you drunks. Knowing is half the battle and I know a lot, the other half is not deciding to get drunk half way through.” Pumping his staff in the air once, he finished up with, “Go Lannis!"
Lining up her next attack, Lyra commented, “Lannis do you ever have anything actually useful to say or do you just like the sound of your own voice?” She swung hard (>+4 to hit, White 15), connecting with a solid thunk. “I suspect the latter.” Her blow crushed the revenant’s chest in (1d6+2 Damage, White 6+2=8 and killed!!), and blew it backwards into the diminished horde behind. “Believe it or not I function BETTER when I have a few drinks in me.”
"So's your face," The Magic User sneered.
Kovid hoisted back and swung (>+6 to hit, Yellow 9), his Theystran Hammer hitting hard enough to pulverize bone, smashing the undead into the wall before dragging it down (1d8+3 Damage, Yello7+3=10 Damage and killed!!) and stomping on it for good measure. “Set them up, and knock them down. I could do this all day.”
Throwing a nod at Kovid, Brendon swapped to his bow and aimed over the cabinet to the next in rank with a drawn arrow. Addressing Lannis, he called out, “So today is the day you can understand him?”
The Wizard smiled, giving a shrug as he thrust his staff hard past Abraxas’ shoulder (>+1 to hit, Pink 15), slamming a goblin revenant in the face. "I'm going off broad strokes and tone mostly. He sounds disapproving of you guys, it's the same way Copenhagen talks to me most of the time." (1d6 Damage, Pink 4) It snarled at the hit, its nose busted in, eye socket fractured.
Drawing aim at the one Lannis just wounded, Wyn reshuffled a few paces south and asked. “Anyone wanna bust out an impression or two while we waitin around for the de-feeted to arrive?” (>+9 to hit, Orange 12) He shot, the arrow striking the goblin through its side, passing between a couple of ribs. “Maybe talk bout how you tink de interviews went with Corfart?” (1d6 Damage, Orange 4 and killed!!). “Just figured it’d be a nice way to burn some time.”
“Didn’t we already do that?”
“Some of us.”
“Most of us.”
“I tink dere are a few more to do, an dat mebbe, dey didn’t get revealed as of yet, non?”
“What kind of monster would forget to post something that we were forced to do as homework!?!”
Abraxas sighed. “Tell me about it.”
“Ahm sure whoebber it be, will get to it toot suite.”
Brendon aimed over the barrier and shot at a snarling Salamander trying to climb up (>+6 to hit, Red 7), hitting it in the shoulder (1d6 Damage, Red 4), drawing a snarl and hiss from it as it resumed its clambering.
Abraxas met the next undead in line with a dizzying display of skill and parrying (<+2 to hit, White 10), keeping the revenant’s attacks from landing. Two more climbed up on top of the barrier, the first one wavering between Lyra and Brendon (1-3 Lyra, 4-6 Brendon: White 1 – Lyra) before angling for the Cleric who thrust at it with her Flail (<+2 to hit, White 7). She caught its attack with her shield, laughing as she did so.
The last one tried to hit the dwarf (<+2 to hit, Blue 3), but Kovid ducked under the swings without issue, hammer fending off any further attacks.
(Initiative Party Steel 2 vs Undead Red/Black 6)
“Ah…fuck.” Lannis sighed. “I think the wheels are about to come off the gravy train, Campers.”
Abraxas was the first to feel to shift in the flow of combat as the revenant pinned his Scythe briefly aside, and stepped up to strike at short range (>+2 to hit, Blue 19), two hits catching the Fighter in the chest and shoulder (1d6 no 1, Blue 4 – Take 4 Damage!), clanging hard enough to dimple the armor and bruise his deeply under the padding. “Madre de la Dios! That hurt!”
With the pressure behind them of more undead looking to climb up, the lead one facing Lyra fell forward as the Cleric shoved back, hoping to keep it on top of the cabinet (Combative Str Check: Lyra White 17 (fail – lost) vs Green 11 (under 2)) but could not hold the line and was forced to give ground as it pushed its way down and continued to assault her – allowing the one behind the opportunity to climb up. “Losing a bit of ground here guys!” Lyra called out.
“Hold fast, Lassie,” Kovid called, “Let me take care of this one and I’ll be there to help you out.” He too was facing a concentrated push from the undead, its necromantic strength giving it the impetus needed to make its force forward (Combative Str Check: Kovid Yellow 15 (under 1) vs Green 8 (under 5)), and the dwarf was shoved back as it too made its way down the cabinet and our side. Also allowing another to climb up top behind it. “Thor’s Anus! This sucks!”
(<+2 to hit, Red/Black 5) Lyra felt the undead’s attack on the other end of her shield as she blocked swing after swing after swing, the Cleric doing her best to hold on long enough to get her Flail back into play. Kovid was doing the same (=+2 to hit, Yellow 16) but was thrown of balance by a lucky blow to the side of his helmet, making the steel cap gong from the impact, blood running down from the cut in his scalp over his left eye until he could wipe it away (1d6 no 1, Yellow 5 – Take 5 Damage!). “By Thunder! That’s a blow worthy of a drink!”
“Um…Guys?” Lannis stage whispered loudly. “There are two on OUR side of the Barrier. Our side, Understand? That’s bad. And there are two more trying to get down behind them. Oh, oh! And beyond the three more on this side of the barrier? I can see past Abraxas’ shoulder another…um….10. Yeah, 10 more revenants sidling up and will be here before you can finish saying, “Fuck a duck, you duck fucker!”
“I unnerstand dat you know much about de ducks, Monsieur Offop,” Wyn said loading up another arrow.
“Samurai Jack? You have NO idea! Don’t get me started!”
Time now is Day 10, 3:53 PM
(OOC)
Made a lot of rounds, killed a shit ton of them, but it was bound to happen. Two on our side, 2 on top, 3 left behind the barrier. And the 2nd wave of the horde (10 of them) will be here next round. Brendon you are AT the Barrier on the Brazier, undead on either side of you and 2 on top. Figure it out! And good luck!
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