PBEM - Episode 541. Positive Outcomes!

FIVE HUNDRED FORTY ONE

(I/C)

The group ran out towards the Throne Room where the howling guardians could be heard, when Abraxas stopped the group just past the “T” intersection heading south, pulling his Crossbow out and loading a bolt.  "Amigos, we charge in, pero no podemos let them surround us. We stay in the hallway let them come a us dos, at un tiempo.”

The party nodded, spreading out behind each other, Kovid taking the front and Lyra readying her flail, stepping just in front of Abraxas who had his crossbow up. “I’m holding on the turn undead until I know what’s going on,” she advised the party. “Everyone be careful. If you’re overwhelmed let me know and I’ll just turn anyway!” 

"Be careful everyone,” Lannis advised, holding on to the wall for balance and wiping his face clear of spilled blood. “The beasts may be wounded but they are no less dangerous. A victory should one of us fall is no victory at all."

Brendon made sure to stand in front of the Wizard, his bow out and an arrow loaded. “Ya did real good little buddy, real good. You just take it easy right now.”

We could hear the Guardians regrouping and then charging towards the entrance of the Throne Room and the hall. 

“Andale amigos!"

Wyn rubbed his hands together, magic sparking from his hands as he prepared a spell. “Here we go, mes amis! I bet 10 silva dat we break 550 on dis fight.”

“What?” Kovid asked with a smile.

“Wait... 550 what?” Wyn scratched his temple and shrugged. “Hm… must be residual magic’s in de air from dat fireball.” He looked over at Lannis and frowned. “Monsieur Offop, ye nose be bleedin’… take a potion s’il vous plaît.”

"Oh, thanks Wyn, but I'm pretty sure if I just let it go long enough all the blood will fall out and it'll stop; should be pretty soon because it's coming out my ear too." The undead hit the hall, turned to the group, and began to run at them. "Please don't think me selfish,” Lannis dragged his pack around and fished inside for a Healing potion, “but I must attend to my wounds last I find myself falling victim to the terrible blows of these fiends."

Abraxas fired (<+5 to hit, Blue 8), the crossbow bolt slamming into the lead Guardian, impacting his chainmail but failing to penetrate. “Puta armor!”

Lannis cracked open his potion vial and drank it fast, (Healing Potion 1d6, Pink 3 – Heal 3!), the bleeding from his nose and ears coming to end. “Ah! Much better!”

“Let’s see if I can win the cupie doll,” Brendon fired, (<+6 to hit, Red 7), the arrow striking the closing Guardian in the thigh, but again, turned aside by the armor.

The undead closed and Lyra and Kovid met them with Flail and Hammer, “Have at you, Guardian scum!” The Cleric swung hard, striking the lead one on the left (<+4 to hit, White 10) rocking it back, but even burned and scarred from the Fireball, it absorbed the hits and kept on coming. Kovid on the other hand (>+6 to hit, Yellow 14) timed it just right and two handed swinging it, smashed the Theystran Hammer at the next Guardian’s side (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 5+3=8 Damage and killed!!), folding it over and slamming it face first into the wall. It fell back and hit the ground in a heap, unmoving and dead.

Wyn finished uttering his spell and an orange smoke swirled around his hands. “IN BET GRAV POR!” He fired it off and a 2’ long electric shaft smashed out and hit the next undead in the side (Magic Missile 1d6+1 Damage, Orange 4+1=5 Damage!), smoke rising from the impact.

The remaining Guardians all seemed to shudder, and a black light surrounded them on the passing of the fallen one. “This farce,” the lead one said tonelessly, “ends in one way only.” It pressed forward, swinging at the Cleric (>+5 to hit, Red/Black 18), and connecting (1d8+1 Damage, Red/Black 4+1=5 Damage, Lyra take 5!).

“Your death.”

Lyra took the hit and was watching the combat, judging the zombies as they moved and swung (<Wis check allowed Cleric, -4 penalty, White 2), eyes darting, getting a feel for their capabilities and skills. Abraxas drew his Scythe and was waiting for a chance to swap positions with the Cleric who was nodding to herself. “Damn it all, Aine,” she thought, “I bet you I CAN make the attempt to turn these bastards!”

“This farce ends in one way only,” the remaining 3 Guardians said, the next one striking at Kovid (+5 to hit, White 9), bouncing the dwarf back a step and bruising him, but nothing more. “Your death.”

Time now is Day 12, 11:51 AM

(OOC)

Top of the next round – 4 left. The Chainmail they are wearing boosts their AC by 4, making hitting them no longer and automatic feeling situation – as evidenced by the to hit rolls. Lyra, you are sure they would be affected by your turn – how deeply (auto dispel, auto turn, or random check turn) you don’t know until you try it – but turning chaeck is certainly an option. You guys go!