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!