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!
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