FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTY SEVEN
(I/C)
The group gathered close to the barrier, Kovid giving a whistle as he realized how big it actually was. “Maybe we shouldn’t have built this so big.” He climbed up on a barrel and reached over, taking one of Abraxas’ offered spears. Giving an experimental stab forward he asked, “Can we even reach the undead now? Was there a part 2 to this plan?”
Standing behind and sighting through the large gap uner the bookshelf, she felt she had a good sight line for possible turning and commented, “Yea… we got a little crazy with the barricade. Let’s see how many there are. If there’s a lot and the turn doesn’t work well enough the distance may be a blessing.”
Standing on the third barrel, Abraxas taking the other one in the front, Wyn also grabbed a spear and said, “H’okay. I stay in de second rank en clean up anytin dat does die… again.”
Standing further back and next to Lyra, Lannis flexed his fingers and shook them, limbering them up. "There better be enough in there to be worth my time, if not I'll be talking to their managers."
Brendon meanwhile had gone into the kitchen and came out with one of the chairs, placing it just at the end of the barrier on the far side, making sure he could stand on it and climb over if need be. “Hey…” Wyn noted, “doze are some nice chairs… I tink we should each take one after we done ‘ere.”
“I’m not taking that one,” Lannis commented, “Not if Captain Choas is going to put his dirty assed boots on the seat cushion.”
Seeing everyone in place, Abraxas asked, "Listamos amigos?"
"What the fuck do we need a list for?"
Looking ahead at the dark door, Brendon suggested, “Next time let’s build a giant badger and then we all hide inside.” He cleared his throat, got the ok from the party and then shouted out, “Come you little rascals! Yum yum! Eat em up! Eat em up!”
Nothing happened.
“I am about to go full Karen on this Castle if there is no damned undead back there,” Lannis growled.
Brendon walked closed, shaking his spear and thumping it on the ground. “Hey. HEY! I’m here!!”
Still nothing.
“Go Brendon!” Kovid called out, “We’ve got your back!”
“From 25 feet away and behind five metric ton of barricaded furniture,” the wizard muttered.
The Scout got closer, nose wrinkling from the sweet rotting scent, and tapped the spear on the floor near the door.
And still nothing.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, braced one foot, leaned back as if ready to run, and pushed the already barely open door with the end of the spear, making it creak slightly and open a fraction of an inch.
“Yeeeeaaaaaaayyyyiiii!!” he howled out as the door tore open and undead orcs, hobgoblins, salamanders, kobolds, and goblins all spilled out of the room, arms reaching out, legs pumping, snarling and growling as they sought to grab the skipping, dancing, and running Brendon.
“Ah! Dat did it!” Wyn cheered.
“Good job, Brendon!”
The Scout was barely 5’ ahead of the swelling horde when he hit the chair and threw himself up on top of the barrier. He then reached down, grabbed the back of the chair and, pulled it up, rolling across the book shelf and squealing as the revenants tried to claw at him.
“Aine! It’s time once again!” Lyra intoned, cloak and hair flapping in the rising wave of power surrounding her. “Give me the power once more and Turn Baby, Turn!!” A resounding crescendo sounded and a blast of energy blew off from her outstretched hand, a blinding streak of white holy light pushed its way through every gap and space in the barrier, and slammed into the horde of reaching undead (2d6 hd: 6+3=9 hd, 9 revenants!!).
And almost 10 of them shuddered, cracked, and then blew apart, blowing bone dust and fragments backwards into the rest of the advancing mass.
“Thanks, Lass!” Brendon said from a top the barrier, rolling down to our side and then dropping down, taking the chair with him.
“Allow me,” Lannis smiled, sighting at the next advancing undead and called out, “IN BET GRAV!” and a pink dart burst through the gap in the furnishings (1d4 damage, Pink 3), slapping the partially visible kobold in the snout, scales and flesh shredding off.
The rest of the party noted that the undead hit the barrier and growled, snarled, stomped, and pulled, but there was no easy way for them to get to the party and they didn’t seem coordinated enough to climb easily. Plus the barrier was so large, that their reaching hands and arms didn’t even come close. And still more came from the chamber and filled the hall. But it was the last half dozen that could be barely seen in the gloom. There were three undead wolves, snarling and growling at the back of the pack.
Then a bear was seen. Then another bear was seen.
And finally, the very dead, very large form, of Hoots…as a Revenant…took up the back of the rank.
“Fucking hell god DAMN it!!” Lannis kicked the ground. “I am SO writing a sternly worded letter when I get back!”
“Dat is…disturbing,” Wyn frowned, glancing at the head of the spear. “I don’t know if we ‘ave enough spears.”
“Well Big Brain,” Kovid seemed worried, “Is this enough for you?”
“I’ll let you know later.”
“Maybe.”
Time now is Day 11, 11:20 AM
(OOC)
Lol! I wasn’t sure which area you guys were going to go to first, I’m happy that you saved the revenant area with the bears in it for last. For we have a fuck ton of undead bears. Right now there is no initiative as the undead are currently stymied at the barrier. For now. So what do you guys want to do? You will have to wait for them to get up on to the barrier and try to climb to the party before you can reach them via melee.
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