FIVE HUNDRED EIGHT
(I/C)
Kovid took out the Potion of Control Undead, staring at the closed vial pensively. Lyra unlimbered her holy symbol, letting it dangle at the end of her hand. The group shuffled weapons about and looked over at the dwarf and cleric.
“Let’s proceed into de open door, oui?” Wyn asked with a whisper.
Frowning, Kovid popped the top to drink the elixir. “Thor’s balls this better work,” he grumbled. He slugged it back, swallowing reflexively (Area of effect: 3d6 HD: 6+3+2=11 hd! Duration d6+6 turns: Red/Black 2+6=8 turns!). “Taste’s terrible.”
From a bit behind, Lannis pointed to the open doorway and said, “You can blind stinking drunk on rotgut turpentine later if you want, ok? Otherwise, let’s do it Tiny dancer, we're waiting. Should someone lure them out? Not it!"
He waved his hand and Lyra stood right behind him. “Relax. I think I got this.”
“Filling me with confidence, Ladybeard, I gotta say.”
Ignoring the wizard, the two of them walked up to the door, took a breath, and pushed their way into the former guard room. Five ghouls were in here lazing about, half gnawed limbs scattered about the chamber. As they scrambled to react to the party’s presence, Kovid could feel his consciousness flare out, bolstered by the effects of the Control Potion he just drank (<Wis check, Yellow 12). “Undead folks!” he intoned loudly. “The power of Thor compels ye... thee... uh, you dead guys!”
The five ghouls rolled over, snarled, spat, stomped the floor and once of them twsited its head about, screaming in frustration…but all 5 of them were holding in place, glowering at the dwarf with unabashed hatred, muscles and sinew flexed almost to the point of pain, in their desire to lunge out and assault the party.
“Yeah,” Kovid said slowy. “I’ve got this. I don’t want this, but I have them under control for now.”
Time now is Day 11, 3:32 PM
(OOC)
Control for the next 80 minutes – 5 ghouls. We’re up here, what’s the plan?”
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