Bloodnight Group 3 IC

[SaintRidley]

The four of you are docked on the southern horn of the Forked peninsula, in Naselenor. Daz is a ship's hand conducting you to Hormburgh, a town south of the Ragged Peaks. Baern has been sent to oversee the shipment and protect its contents. Perrin, you've been asked by your guild to represent them on the arrival of the shipment. Shava-Lilli, your guild was contacted to provide quality assessment from an independent third party, and your skillset was deemed the right one for this job.

The four of you are at port for the week before you move on toward Hormburgh, another week's journey. Your shipment is a supply of healing potions to support the Dwarven army - a force of Gnomes, Dwarves, and Humans is being built to cleanse the area north of the Ragged Peaks once again and control the undead population.

You're at a tavern, awaiting a fifth who will join you on your trip to Hormburgh.


Welcome to Bloodnight, Group 3! Whereas Group 1 started in a fairly unsavory position and Group 2 is starting in a pretty nice position, you guys get to start with a cliche. Sometimes we just have to respect tradition.

OOC thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?373118-Bloodnight-Group-3-OOC)

[Binks]

Perrin sat as quietly as he could in the corner of the tavern, frowning and unhappy with the owner's instructions to "stop bothering the other patrons." So maybe here been a bit annoying with his constant questions...and had jumped from one to another without waiting for an answer...and had been practically hopping up and down with energy, it was hardly his fault given the boredom of the journey so far.

Observing the others on the same trip as him Perrin sighed and moved to join a table with some open space. If he couldn't pester the locals for news at least a bit of conversation would be nice.

[Elbeyon]

The usual black jacket resting at its usual chair, on more than one occasion The Bullseye had provided Shava with a warm meal and drink to go along. Her patronage noticeable enough to earn more than the friendly casual greeting upon entering. Today's special was on her plate, but her usually consumption is obviously slower as she tried not to finish her meal before the meet happened. Fidgeting with her drink while the food sat, she couldn't find but find herself in a more chipper mood than usual.

Almost without reason the fact that she was the second tallest person at the table brought a smile to her face, the tallest being the scaled creature next to her. Not yet acquainted with the sight she had a few questions to ask him, but held her tongue in order not to draw attention to his uniqueness. Lifting her gaze off of Draznatt and with a high curiosity in her voice she asked Hearthstone, "Is the Ragged Peaks your home?" The thought of not mentioning the range was nearly her home to crossed her mind, but the chances anyone would seek out her hometown seemed so minimal that she mentioned it anyway. "It has been a while since I was there myself. Considering our route I don't think that will change.", she says without a hint of sadness.

Why'd we have to travel by boat though? A bad storm is all it takes to put someone in a grave. An almost unavoidable accident if the things at sea. The idea of being confined in small quarters for nearly a week wasn't that pleasant of an idea either.

With Perrin moving around, Shava motions towards a chair at the group's table. "It's good to see that your in a spirited mood today."

@Binks I wasn't sure if Perrin is moving to our table. Shava invited him whether he was or not.

[kornwiser]

Daz eyed down the little people he would be escorting to the Ragged Peaks. The dwarf looked like he had seen combat before, but the halfling and the gnome both looked like they would need some protecting. He downed his drink silently as the gnome - Shava was her name - as Shava chattered on. None of them had really gotten to know each other yet, and things were still pretty awkward. Daz had been in port at this town many times before, and knew the bartender on duty tonight, a half-elf by the name of Lorinn. He stood up from the table, walked over, and asked her for another drink for himself, as well as one of the decks of playing cards Lorinn kept stashed in one of the cabinets behind the bar.

Daz strode back over to his seat and sat down with a heavy thud, took a swig of ale, and started shuffling the cards between his clawed fingers.

"The name of the game is Blue Dragon's Booty, any of you bilge rats know the rules?"

Without waiting for an answer, he started dealing the cards out in turn. No better way to break the ice than a drinking game.

This isn't a real game. I don't know the rules.

[Elbeyon]

Shava turned her head slightly as the dragonborn took to leaving. Still large to her, Daz in comparison from the other encounters with his race seemed to be short. To think that that was short was an uneasy thought. Once the gnome realized Daz's motive her attention drifted back to the table. The unresponsive dwarf practically allowing her to count the seconds until Daz returned.

A welcomed sight, her eyes went from the heavy thud to the cards being dealt and back again. “I know the rules.” The food in front of her was moved off to the side and her fingers grabbed at the cards one by one until they were in her had. “So Schveinsteiger Daznatt, how long have you been sailing? Have you always been a sailor? You must have a of lot stories to share.” A bad hand. A little bluffing is in order, Deception [roll0].

[ianricks58]

When asked about a good place to stay while waiting for the ship to leave, the harbormaster directed Flint to the tavern closest to the docks. He would rather travel alone, but the fastest way to get there was on a ship crowded with people. Traveling with people meant that you had to get to know them. He had lost too many friends in the wars and it took too much energy to establish new relationships. It was easier to avoid people. "Lonelier too..." he sighed. "I will try to be more open in the future...," Flint resolves. Flint walks into the tavern and quickly scans the clientele. A group of travelers playing cards caught his attention. Completely out of character, Flint approaches the group and hesitantly asks,"Erm, terribly sorry to intrude, but would it be possible to deal me in...? I played lot of cards back in the wars and it seemed to help the time pass by."

[kornwiser]

Daz smirked at the gnome. "The sea herself is a story, friend. It's been told since the dawn a'time and it'll keep being told after we're all long gone. Not our story to tell, no, we're just characters, floating at the tip of her loving, fickle pen.

But if ye'd rather hear about when we held off an ambush of fishmen from the deep in the dead of night, I can tell ye such manner a' tales till the sun rises!"

"Erm, terribly sorry to intrude, but would it be possible to deal me in...? I played lot of cards back in the wars and it seemed to help the time pass by."

Daz eyed the newcomer up for a second before sweeping an arm across the table and gathering the cards back up into his hands. "Well, I'll have to reshuffle, but go ahead and grab a chair."

[Elbeyon]

After the offer Shava hms to an unrelated matter, "Do you have a preference on how I call you? I don't mind calling you your full name. Schveinsteiger Daznatt is a great name and all. I'm just not really familiar with dragonborn customs so I don't know whether I should call you by your first name or last name..."

"Erm, terribly sorry to intrude, but would it be possible to deal me in...? I played lot of cards back in the wars and it seemed to help the time pass by."

Shava hands her cards over face down. "Yeah! Anyone that can save me from a mediocre hand is more than welcome. I'm Shava. What is your name friend? Flint Battlehammer, Perhaps?"

"Give me a better hand this time", she says jokingly.

[ianricks58]

Flint was taken back at the mention of his name. He was expecting to wait hours for them to arrive. Pulling up a chair, Flint sits down. "I was told to wait for a group of travelers, it seems I needn't wait after all," he says still recovering from the surprise. "What are you playing? Blue Dragon's Booty?" Flint spent a lot of time playing this during his service and it turned out that he was quite good. "Do you play the Speckled Dragon Egg wild cards or do you prefer the using the Dragon's Breath combinations?"

[Binks]

Joining the table with the others playing cards, having noted Shava's invitation, Perrin motions for a hand to be dealt to him. "Haven't played Blue Dragon's Booty in years but I'll gladly join in." he says as he joins in the new hand. As he glances at his card the Halfling's face splits into a wide grin which he tries to suppress unsuccessfully.

Turning to the newcomer Perrin does his best to keep calm and limit his questions to only the relevant ones. It's not a very good attempt, and he speaks breathlessly fast. "So what brings you this way? Joining the army out there? Business in Hormberg? Just felt like a cruise? I'd say you picked the wrong way to travel but then I'm not Daz here," the Halfling says, using the shortened version of the Dragonborn's name he had taken to early in their trip since it took less time and let him ask more questions, "I prefer a little more space than a ship has myself. Just not enough places to go or things to see to occupy a trip, though I suppose it does force me to do a bit more study and preparation."

Pausing for a moment to catch his breath Perrin adds "Ah...sorry if I'm talking too fast...sometimes get a bit out of hand when meeting new people. I'm Perrin." he notes, hoping to avoid annoying the newcomer.

[kornwiser]

"I'm just not really familiar with dragonborn customs so I don't know whether I should call you by your first name or last name..."

Daz snorted with amusement. "Schveinsteiger's my clan name, and it'd do you well not to forget it. Seeing as how we may heading for some rough situations together, though, it's a waste of time to spout out the whole thing in a crisis. Daz is fine.

And as for you, Mr. Battlehammer, we'll just be using the Dragon's Breath combos. We do have to wake up tomorrow morning, after all."

[Elbeyon]

"I was told to wait for a group of travelers, it seems I needn't wait after all."

"We haven't been here all that long. Heck, we're still introducing ourselves. In the course of which, I believe Daz just threatened me." She gives a chuckle and Daz a wink. "I'm good with names. Remembering a clan name won't be a problem for me. Here's hoping the waters aren't too choppy."

The curiosity for a few more questions out of Flint raises, only it's impossible to get in a word pass Perrin without talking over him. Despite a drinking game's purpose, doing good or bad at the card game Shava doesn't drink anymore than she was before the game started. "I'm not good with beer", she reasons. Drinking isn't the issue. It's the accidents afterwards that scare me. A good hand.

[ianricks58]

Perrin's questions were a little distracting while Flint was playing cards, he could have won the hand were he not distracted. Not ready or willing to open up to a group of strangers, Flint replies solemnly, "I am traveling home to visit the graves of my fellow soldiers." Flint mentally winced, that was more than he had wanted to share and he was sure that the halfing would pepper him with a flurry of questions. Flint continues stoically, "That is all I would like to share for now, I hope that will suffice."

He looks at his cards to avoid eye contact, hoping that the focus of the conversation will change.

[Razorstorm]

Baern was leaning back on his chair, sideways to the table, his feet propped up on a stool. He stared absently into the fire as he worked on his ale. At the question from Shava he sat still for several moments not registering that the question had been directed at him. After a long pause, he looked up, his reverie broken, "Huh? Me?" He cleared his throat, "Oh, no. Well... Close enough to make no difference I suppose. So yeah, sure, I guess so.” As Daz came over with the cards, he perked up, swung his short legs off of the stool to sit properly at the table, “Ah, that sounds great!” He downs the last of his ale and motions for a server to bring him another, then runs a thick hand over his bald, scarred head.

As Daz deals the first hand, he looks at Shava again, “How about you? Whereabouts you come from? Why’re you tailing this cargo of ours?”

When the hand of cards are reshuffled to work Flint in he groans, “Damn! I woulda whooped you all! Ah well, plenty of time for that, eh?”

Noticing Flint’s sad comment, Baern nods solely, looking at his cards, “Aye, war is a terrible thing. It’s good to take time once in a while to pay respect to your fallen. Seen a bit o’ that myself. Too much, maybe.”

[Elbeyon]

“How about you? Whereabouts you come from? Why’re you tailing this cargo of ours?”

Shava tilts the base of her glass up and gulps down the last of her ale before she goes about answering, wiping the foam off her mouth once she's done. "Never been to the mountains in my life. My home? Well, my childhood took place on the right side of those peaks. I haven't been back there since I left for the first time. It's been decades. I haven't really considered that place my home for a long time. My new one's a little larger." She smiles. Realizing she said more than intended, her empty glass is moved off to the side and she is done drinking for the night.

"My employment is an entirely different story. Weeks back I purchased some goods on account. My route around the Forked Peninsula was keeping me fed and provided me with some spare coin. At least, until I showed back up in Naselenor where I had the misfortune of returning with the same spices that a trading ship had rolled in with the day before. It happens. I decided to sit on it for a while.

A new Stonewall member, Lourdes, had lived here for years and was kind enough to give me board. Besides the company she was eager to learn a couple tricks of the trade. She even let me intrude on her business some. I waited as long as I was comfortable with on the spice. I ended up a little in the red, but I had enough to properly compensate my host. My appreciation continued onward as she let me rent at her place while I looked for new work. I found some work at my guild, and that was that. Now, don't misunderstand me. It's not all about the money. I can find work elsewhere, most members don't directly work for the guild. It's a short trip for a me, a month or two, and I'm glad to be of service."

War was something Shava was only vaguely familiar with. She had certainly never been a part of it, but had traveled enough to see its results. Observing from the outside in with a surreal perception. She'd stick to the cards where she isn't so likely to misstep.

[Binks]

Perrin frowns at Flint's abbreviated answer, clearing wanting to hear more. But somehow the Halfling's sense of respect beats his curiosity, this time, and he simply nods an acknowledgement of the answer before returning to the game, and listening in to the other's questions and answers for the time being.

[SaintRidley]

While you're playing cards, the ship's captain comes into the tavern. She's a stocky human woman with short iron hair and a gleam in her eye that says she's seen her fair share of trouble, and she liked it. She stops to talk to the tavernkeeper for a moment, a scroll tucked under her arm.

When she approaches your table, she smiles, a big, yellow smile. Her hair's short, but tightly coiled like springs that bounce when she walks. She talks in Giant, with a near perfect accent. "Ye boys and girls look like yer set up good. Ah've talked to the tavernkeeper and ye've got rooms here if'n ye want to spend yer time on land. We got a week until we set sail here - got me some jobs I want to secure while we're at port, see mah boy, an all that. As fer ye," she smiles again, "Ah recommend ye contact the shore patrol if'n ye want some extra coin. They might be lookin fer some strong hands what can keep the ships safe. Ye never know when ye might run inter some deadies washin up on shore tryin to harass the locals. 'S how me usband lost is eye, I tell ye."

[kornwiser]

At the captain's words, Daz's hand unconsciously went to the gold coin hanging on a chain around his neck, running his finger down the deep claw mark engraved on its face.

"Always appreciate an opportunity to take down some of those rotted blighters, 'specially if I'll be getting some coin for it. I'll be speaking to the shore patrol right after I get some shuteye. Any of you lot care to join me?"

[ianricks58]

The memories of the terror that his kinsmen and fellow soldiers experienced on that fateful day suddenly flooded his mind. Memories of the profane undead trampled through his mind. FLint somehow survived that day, but he was helpless. At the mention of the "deadies" his face flashed white with fear. Flint, distracted with the horrible thoughts, loses the next few hands. "I will never freeze in fear again. I will kill every unholy blight that I can." At the thought, his face turned hot with anger. Flint pounds the table with his fist, startling everyone. Embarrased with his lack of composure, Flint says apologetically, ""Please excuse my shameful expression of anger. I lost many of my friends to the undead and fear that I have become distracted. I know we have only met, but I cannot sit here playing cards while the dead pose a threat to this community. Please, at the earliest convenience, come with me to the shore patrol so that we may find out what we can do to help!"

[Razorstorm]

Baern "humphs" and places his cards face-down. He reaches for his mug and drinks some down, then looks at the captain. "That's not a bad idea at all. I don't mind looking fer a little trouble. Anyone you know where dropping your name might carry a bit o' weight?"

[Razorstorm]

Baern looks sideways at Flint. "Easy there friend. The dead need killing, but you aren't going to kill them all. You can try, but you'll just be throwing away your life. They're endless. You kill what you can, but don't forget that you're still alive." He picks up his hand of cards, "So pick up yer cards and play your hand."

[kornwiser]

Daz flashed a sharp-toothed grin at Flint.

"No need to apologize - your white-hot burning spirit is just what we're gonna need!"

[Binks]

"I don't claim to be a powerful warrior, like some of you, Perrin says with a smirk, "but I've run into undead before and come out the other side, so I'm in. Who knows, you might need someone good at sneaking around to get a drop on whatever ails these people." he adds with a more serious expression.

[Elbeyon]

Abandoning the familiar tone and posture she had taken with the others over the course of the evening Shava replies to the news with an honest "Captain" and nod. "Good luck. Enjoy the time with your family."

Someone mentions undead an instantaneously whatever positive mood they had going is immediately drained dry and replaced with a sad, solemn mood and words to match. Old wounds touched, whatever past devastation the others face had left them raw. Shava says a few words of encouragement to Flint and asks, "Would you be interested in seeing the shore patrol with me today? Some bravado would be a good thing to show. If we want work as early as tomorrow we had better make arrangements today. Asking one day in advance is a whole lot better than none even if the request is still the shortest of notices."

What's the captains name?

[SaintRidley]

Captain's name... Was hoping to have longer to come up with that, but let's say Aoka Estridsdottir.

The Captain smiles a little. "Thought some coin and a chance to kill some deadies might suit yer fancy. If'n ye like th'idea, down at the docks Harbormaster Vikken's yer man. He'll get ye signed up right quick fer a week's job. They take every able body they can get. Pay's pretty good too - four gold an hour plus an extra for every deadie ye deal the killin' blow to and bring back its skull."

[ianricks58]

"Easy there friend. The dead need killing, but you aren't going to kill them all. You can try, but you'll just be throwing away your life. They're endless. You kill what you can, but don't forget that you're still alive." "So pick up yer cards and play your hand."

"Aye, Baern, thank you. Shava, is it? I would be more than happy to go with you. Let's finish this hand and then go."

[Elbeyon]

"That's some good pay."

Shava isn't quite sure what to think of Flint's eagerness. When he seems to mean to leave now, the abruptness of the request can only leave her looking to the others as if to confirm what he said. Dwelling on her potential answer doesn't bring her any closer to turning down the emotional dwarf. Ah, whatever, I had a couple questions for him anyway. She shrugs to the group. "Alright. After this hand."

"We'll let Vikken know we'll be headed his way tomorrow. That should give him a little more time to figure what to do with us." Shava looks to the captain, "I'll say you said hello."

You could always change it later if you come up with something better. :smalltongue:

[kornwiser]

Daz took another huge swig of his ale before belching loudly.

"I'll be joinin' the two of ya, if we're all so eager. I've been dealt nothing but owlbear piss anyway."

[Elbeyon]

Standing next to Daz she pats him on the shoulder. "If you ever feel like losing again I'd be glad to play. Just don't expect an early conclusion to save your purse."

[Razorstorm]

Looking perturbed, Baern glares at Daz and Flint, "Ain't no one leaving until we play this hand." After some final card jockeying, he grins and lays down a winning hand. He slaps the table, "Haha! There we go! First good hand I've seen in weeks!" He downs the rest of his ale, and rubs his hands toge

[Elbeyon]

Shava smiles. "I'm ready to go."

[ianricks58]

"Of all the rotten luck!" Flint thinks, trying not to utter a string of curse words at his bad hand. "Nice hand! Let's go talk to the dock patrol, Shava, thanks for waiting. Anyone else interested in joining us?" Flint pushed back from the table and stands up.

[SaintRidley]

When you arrive at the harbormaster's office, a grizzled old elf greets you with a gravelly voice. "'Ere to join the shore patrol are ye? If'n ye are, this be the right place. Name's Vikken. There's an extry two gold each in it fer ye if'n ye can start right away. 'Tis an eight 'our shift, and we'll take ye for as many days as ye'd like to work fer us." He smiles a seven-toothed smile.

[Razorstorm]

Baern hooked his fingers on his belt buckle, sniffed and eared his throat, "We're here, an I suppose you could say we're look in' for trouble. What exactly is the situation?"

[Elbeyon]

Quizzically Shava asked, "Is that why most of your guests stop by? Or do we look like the sort that would do that type of work?"

"Aoka recommended that we visit if we were interested in preventing undead grievances or the gold. I can assure you that it's the former reason. However, the price we heard was quite remarkable. Four gold a hour per person, plus one gold per skull. Is the work really that dangerous?"

[SaintRidley]

"Aye, some days 'tis so, little lady," he says. "Been quiet the last fortnight, not a deadie to be seen, but that usually means the storm's fast approachin'. And aye, sir dwarf, ye got the look about ye o some folks what hate the dead. Five hunnerd years'll teach a body to tell what kind o folk come knockin on his doorstep. So, what d'ye say?"

[ianricks58]

"I can't speak for everyone else, but I say let's go for it!" Flint grips his warhammer tightly, eager to get started.

[Binks]

Perrin simply nods to the mans questions, refraining from asking any of his own to avoid spoiling the job offer. Holding out 2 coins, retrieved at some point from an unseen coin purse, he waits to hear what will need to be done.

[kornwiser]

Daz looked around at the group of companions.

"Been a while since I seen such folk so eager to slice some zombies' heads off. It's makin' my blood boil with excitement! Let's get to it!"

[Elbeyon]

Shava looks at her group surprised. Interesting.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Shava." She calls out the others and gives their names as well. "Start an eight hour shift, now? That's a heck of a request. And, given that your suspecting more dangerous work than usual let's put aside the flat two gold incentive offered. How about a gold per head to each of us and an equal amount donated to a good cause of my choosing."

Shava is happy with the old deal. So, if the new one is turned down, feel free to assume that she takes the old one.

[SaintRidley]

"Well, then, I've got me a spot of beach for ye to patrol. All ye've got to do is take up watch there fer any deadies, ne matter how big ne small, and do yer best to kill 'em. If'n yer oerwhelmed by 'em give a shout - the alarm call's 'Althaea's bones' and some fellers from down the beach at another patrol point'll be along to help as quick as possible." He says everything twice, in Elvish and Dwarven to ensure he's understood.

So, if you have any remaining questions, please ask in the OOC thread and I'll give you answers. I think we all're kind of spoiling to smash some deads.

The first three nights of patrol are uneventful - no deadies in sight. It's easy work, not having to do much but walk in in the morning and collect your gold (96 gold each for three days). The fourth night, however, it looks like things are going to go about the same way until, about six hours into your shift, two skeletons walk onto the beach from the water.


Perrin [roll0]
Daz [roll1]
Shava-Lilli [roll2]
Flint [roll3]
Baern [roll4]
Skellybros [roll5]

Perrin
Shava-Lilli
Flint
Baern
Skellybros
Zombuddies
Daz
Things


Editable battlemap (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Ah09W8rnh3_1dEgwdG01U29tRWV5STVoS1ItTC1Ga kE&usp=sharing#gid=0)

Perrin, Lilli, Flint, Baern, you're up first!

[Elbeyon]

"Two skeletons!"

"Perrin, move behind everyone!" Shava moves towards Daz and grabs a small vial from a pouch on her side. A few arcane words spill from her lips while her left signing glove is doused in holy water. Her hand changes to a golden hue till she presses it on Daz's shoulder, leaving a silver hand-shaped impression. "That should help protect you from their attacks."

[Distract Perrin's target and keep me briefed on anymore enemies.]

Brackets are for telepathy.

Move behind Daz
Cast Protection from Evil and Good on him.
Piztic, Shava's bat familiar, will help Perrin's attack to provide him with advantage.

[ianricks58]

At the sight of the two skeletons, Flint starts chanting and thrusts an out stretched hand toward the skeleton closest to Perrin. Nature's sacred light descends upon the skeleton.

[roll0]
Skeleton must save vs Dex.
[roll1]

[SaintRidley]

If that's Sacred Flame, there's no attack roll involved in that. No need for attack rolls with spells unless the spell tells you to.

Skellybro Dex save:

[roll0]

Radiant light flashes in the skeleton's face, blackening the skull.

[Binks]

Perrin, having wandered a bit away from the group when he saw something gleaming in the darkness on the ground, turns to face the two threatening skeletons. Nodding to Shava's orders he moves behind Flint, drawing a shortbow in the process. Waiting a moment to confirm that the skeleton on the group's right is still up he takes aim at it and looses an arrow when the bat has distracted it.

Move - I'm assuming I can get behind Flint on the map with my available movement.
Free Interact - Drawing my bow
Action - Firing at the left skeleton, same one Flint hit, assuming it's still up after the flame. Bat gives me advantage correct? So roll 2d20 and take better?
[roll0] or [roll1]
Damage on bow is [roll2] piercing, sneak attack gives an extra [roll3] if I have advantage.

[SaintRidley]

Perrin's arrow soars and knocks the head clean off the damaged skeleton, whose body begins to fall apart.

One skeleton remains.

Baern's turn still.

[Razorstorm]

Baern flanks out to the side, takes a nice solid aim with his large crossbow, and takes a shot.

Move: out to the side
Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1] piercing

[SaintRidley]

The skeleton is hit full in the sternum by the bolt, shaking its body. Its ribs explode out in all directions, and its steps begin to falter. Undeterred, it pulls an arrow from out of the scraps of armor covering its body and nocks it, shooting at Baern before walking forward.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

The arrow flies and strikes Baern in the thigh.

As the skeleton advances you see a torso emerge from the water, and not far behind it a head. There's a stink of rotten flesh.

Updated Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Ah09W8rnh3_1dEgwdG01U29tRWV5STVoS1ItTC1Ga kE&usp=sharing#gid=0)

Initiative:

Perrin
Shava-Lilli
Flint
Baern
Skellybros
Daz

Daz's turn.

[kornwiser]

Daz yells back to Shava, "Appreciate the gesture, but it's them who'll need protecting from me!"

As the skeleton lumbers towards them, he swings an axe around, aiming to slice right through the bastard's spine.


First attack:
[roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

I'll make another post depending on the outcome of this attack, since I still have my move and bonus action.

[SaintRidley]

Daz's axe grazes some of the armor on the skeleton's body, but does no lasting harm to the abomination.

Okay, after Daz finishes moving, it's everybody else's turn again.

[kornwiser]

"Damn..." Daz mutters. Glancing to his left, he sees the rotted form slowly rising out of the water.

Gotta finish this bastard quick!

Swinging his other axe around, he aims to cleave through the skeleton's skull before rushing ahead to block the new threats from reaching the small, squishy ones in their group.


Off-hand attack:
[roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

If he drops the skeleton, he moves to M5.

[SaintRidley]

The second attack cleaves the skull from the neck and the skeleton falls down, its animating energy spent.

Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Ah09W8rnh3_1dEgwdG01U29tRWV5STVoS1ItTC1Ga kE&usp=sharing#gid=0)

Everyone else, your turn again. Baern, Perrin, Flint, Shava.

[Razorstorm]

Seeing more enemies coming in from the water, Baern reloads, kneels for a steady foundation, and lets go another shot at the incoming lead zombie.

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
crit [roll2]

"They're comin'!" He called out. "Don't get surrounded, don't get swarmed!"

[SaintRidley]

Nice crit. No idea how you predicted that, but good stuff.

The bolt flies true and pierces the zombie's skull, through one ear and out the other. It's still standing, but it's not unharmed.

[Razorstorm]

Whoa! I totally didn't predict it! I was just like, I should include this from now on, just in case. I didn't even look at my roll until just now, to be honest! Ha!

[Elbeyon]

"Baern! Are you OK?" Shava clinches her jaw and replies with an, "Got it!" Ignoring Daz, a different set arcane symbols fall from her mouth. Signing with her right hand, a ghostly visage of a skeletal hand displaces from her real one and disappears. Till it seeps into vision near the zombie, fighting for control of its arms. Long gone, Shava moves farther away from the battle.

[Aid Perrin again.]

Shava moves off the map by 25 ft (or however far she can get without breaking line of sight to the battle).
Shava casts chill touch.
Piztic will help Perrin's attack.

Chill touch's attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit damage [roll2]
If hit it can’t regain hit points and it also has disadvantage on attack rolls against Shava.

[ianricks58]

Flint continues chanting and thrusts his outstretched hand toward the damaged zombie.
(unless that one died and then he will direct it to the other zombie)
[roll0]
[roll1]
I realized after I posted that since I am not rolling I won't need a critical damage roll.

[SaintRidley]

The chill touch of cools the water around the zombie, causing some of its flesh to freeze.

A burst of radiant light flashes in the zombie's face, but it seems unfazed.



Dex save: [roll0]


Perrin's turn.

[Binks]

Notching another arrow Perrin takes aim at the zombie, waiting for an opportune moment when it's attention is on the bat before loosing an arrow at it.

"It is so much easier to deal with these things when they're distracted..." he notes, happy to be safely in the back for the moment.

No move or anything, just loading and firing another arrow.
Atk: [roll0] or [roll1]
Dmg: [roll2] + Sneak Attack [roll3]

Loving the bat's help by the way.

[SaintRidley]

The arrow flies true and strikes the zombie, flying through it's eye socket. For a moment, it looks undeterred, but then it sinks beneath the sea. The other zombie, however, keeps lumbering forward

I'm away from my books right now, so I'll have the zombies take their turn after Daz this round since there's an initiative tie. That way I can get to my books to run their stuff.

Edit - remembered that crits bypass undead fortitude, so I'm having Daz's attack hit the other zombie instead.

Daz's turn!

[kornwiser]

Daz snarls at the zombie, baring his teeth in anger, as he feels hot sparks rising in the back of his throat.

"JUST DROP ALREADY!"

His shout is accompanied by a small thunderclap as a bolt of blue-white lightning shoots out of his mouth, striking straight through the zombie and into the seawater it's standing in, illuminating the beach with its pale glow.

He then brings his axes up into a defensive stance, ready to carve up the first deadie that comes his way.

That's a DC 11 Dex save for the zombie, [roll0] damage, half if he makes the save. Dunno if the fact that seawater conducts electricity means anything for the other enemies in the water.

Then a readied action to attack the first undead to get into melee range.

[SaintRidley]

The lightning bolt hits the zombie.

[roll0]

Nevertheless, the zombie lumbers onto land, seemingly undeterred. At the same time, several hands crawl out of the sea, unseen so far because they were underwater, and start crawling toward you. One reaches Flint, and another Baern, and they each attack, scraping at Flint and Baern's legs with sharp fingerbones.


Against Flint: [roll1]
[roll2]
Against Baern: [roll3]
[roll4]

Their claws cut deep, finding weak points in the armor to scrape at.

Updated Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Ah09W8rnh3_1dEgwdG01U29tRWV5STVoS1ItTC1Ga kE&usp=sharing#gid=0)

Perrin, Flint, Shava, and Baern, your turn.

[Binks]

Perrin watches the emerging hands with an expression of curiosity on his face. "Wow. They're just hands walking around? That's so...uh...awful." he hurriedly notes, notching and firing another arrow at the still standing zombie before he puts his bow away.

Action - Wait for the bat to give me advantage on the zombie, shoot it.
Atk: [roll0] or [roll1]
Dmg: [roll2] + sneak [roll3]

Then I'll use my once per turn interact to stow my bow. Planning to draw sword next turn and move into melee where I won't need the bat's help so it can aid someone else.

[ianricks58]

Flint slams the hammer down towards the hand skittering about.


[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

[Razorstorm]

"Gah!" Bearn cries out as the bizarre hand claws at him, scraping a bloody line across his neck. Baern flings the thing to the ground, stows his crossbow, and as he circles the hand, keeping himself to the outside of the generalmmelee, he draws his handaxes and swipes at the creepy thing.

Baern is bloodied (below half HP).

Move: 2 squares around the hand

Attack: Handaxe 1 - Attack [roll0]
damage [roll1] slashing
crit [roll2]

Bonus: Handaxe 2 - Attack [roll3]
damage [roll4] slashing
crit [roll5]

[Elbeyon]

Taking a bullet from a belt pouch Shava gives it a twirl while moving closer, releases it from her sling, and moves back father than she started. "If anyone feels overwhelmed use the safe word!"

Breathing lighting is way more awesome than I imagined.

[Move above the Zombie.]

Shava moves forward 5 feet, within a 30 feet of the O4 hand.
Shava attacks with her sling.
Shava moves backward 10 feet, 35 feet away from the closest enemy, at P-4.

Piztic helped Perrin's attack.
Piztic will move above the zombie (still within reach of course).

Shava's sling attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit damage [roll2]

[SaintRidley]

Perrin fires an arrow that lodges in the zombie's neck, leaving its head somewhat tenuously attached. Meanwhile Flint brings the hammer down, but only hits sand. Baern fares a little better: his first swipe hits only air, but his second takes off one of the thing's fingers. Shava's sling obliterates one of the hands easily, though, making only four little undead nuisances to worry about.

The zombie steps forward and throws a fist in the direction of Daz.

[roll0]
[roll1]

It hits armor, doing no real harm at all.

Daz's turn.

[kornwiser]

Don't forget that it has disadvantage on its attacks from Shava's "Protection from Evil" spell.

"Yer gonna need more than that!"

As the zombie's fist bounces off his armor, Daz brings his axes around, aiming one at the zombie's now exposed shoulder, and bringing the other to cleave open the zombie's neck.


Main-hand attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Crit: [roll2]

Off-hand attack: [roll3]
Damage: [roll4]
Crit: [roll5]

[SaintRidley]

Right-o. Good thing it already missed. Will remember next attack (aka right now).

Daz's first attack goes wide against the shoulder, but the second bites into the zombie's neck.

[roll0]

The zombie's head rolls off, and the body collapses to the ground.

Two of the hands move, and three attack, scratching at anything they can get their hands on.

One claw attacks Flint again, crawling up his hammer to strike at Flint's arm.

[roll1]
[roll2]

It claws at Flint's arm before falling back into its spot on the beach.

A second attacks Daz.
Disadvantage: [roll3] or [roll4]
[roll5]

The hand misses, jumping up and clawing at air.

And a third attacks Baern again.

[roll6]
[roll]1d4+1[roll] 2 damage (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18203269&postcount=307)

It nicks at Baern's shin, clawing at any exposed flesh it can find.

Updated map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Ah09W8rnh3_1dEgwdG01U29tRWV5STVoS1ItTC1Ga kE&usp=sharing#gid=0).

Perrin, Shava, Baern, Flint, and Daz are up. You all have higher initiative.

[Binks]

Perrin draws his shortsword from its shealth as he nimbly steps around the battlefield, heading for Baern's position. Taking a stab at the undead hand near Baern he lets out a laugh that might be a bit irritating for the wounded Dwarf. "It's just a hand. Wow..."

Move - Going to R6, but avoiding O4 so no AO, Start->N3->O3->P4->Q5->R6 should be exactly my 25' of movement correct?
Free Interact - Drawing my short sword
Action - Attacking the hand, no advantage but I get sneak attack because he has a conscious ally within 5ft of him.
Atk: [roll0]
Dmg: [roll1] (finesse weapon), Sneak [roll2]

Shava - The bat can go help someone else, I'll take care of my own sneak attack stuff, thanks.

[SaintRidley]

Perrin's sword makes short work of the hand, hacking off the fingers at the knuckles.

[Razorstorm]

Baern salutes to Perrin, "Thank ye." He moves upbeach, while slinging back out his crossbow in a smooth practiced action. He takes aim at the hand engaging Flint.

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
crit [roll2]

[Elbeyon]

[That's enough. Withdraw from battle.]

Watching Baern get the help he needs the other side of the fighting starts to become noticeably more undead-ridden. Little hands scurrying about. Another load in her sling, she moves closer to release another smooth ball toward the creature farthest away from anyone. The undeads' movements were an interesting sight and Shava felt a degree of guilt when her mind wandered from killing them to being more curious about them. Berating the thought she nonetheless calls out, "Help me capture one!" before moving her backpack to her hand.

Shava moves forward 5 squares diagonal to K0.
Shava attacks with her sling.
Shava interacts(?) with her backpack by taking it off.

Piztic disengages and moves up and out of the way.

Shava's sling attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit damage [roll2]

[SaintRidley]

Bsern's bolt hits the sand just short of the little hand, while Shava's sling obliterates another. There are only two left now, and a cursory glance toward the shoreline shows no new enemies coming.

Daz and Flint, still your turn.

[kornwiser]

Ignoring the disembodied hand that's dancing about his face, Daz reverses his grip on his axes to better suit swinging downward, and slashes at the hand skittering around Flint's hammer.

If the mainhand attack drops it, then the off-hand attack will be towards the hand on his other side.

Mainhand
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Crit: [roll2]

Offhand
Attack: [roll3]
Damage: [roll4]
Crit: [roll5]

[SaintRidley]

Daz's attacks are strong, but the hand is just too small. With blows that would fell a larger foe, Daz manages to only swipe sand with his axes.

[ianricks58]

Flint starts chanting again. A warm light envelops Flint as his wounds start to close.

[roll0] He stands his ground.

[SaintRidley]

The two remaining hands attack, striking at Daz and Flint.

[roll0]
[roll1]

The hand scratches ineffectually at Flint's boot.

Disadvantage [roll2] or [roll3]
[roll4]

It crawls up Daz's axe, but falls off before it can reach his arm.

No change in the map. Your move, everybody!

[ianricks58]

Flint again raises his warhammer and swings it down towards his assailant, hoping to incapacitate it.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

[SaintRidley]

Flint brings the hammer down, and crushes a few of the hand's fingers. It starts moving again, but faltering on broken fingers.

[Binks]

Perrin moves to go after another hand, tossing a sloppy salute back at Baern as he turns.

Move - R6 to O5
Action - Have at thee hand
Atk: [roll0]
Dmg: [roll1] + sneak attack [roll2] (hi Daz)

If that drops the hand I want to continue my move and head to P3 (25' total movement). If not, will stay where I am.

[kornwiser]

Daz faintly hears Shava yell something about capturing a hand, but pays no attention. Undead are for killing, not studying. With another snarl, he brings his axes down again, aiming to end the hand for good this time.


Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Crit: [roll2]

Attack: [roll3]
Damage: [roll4]
Crit: [roll5]

[SaintRidley]

The hands are dead, sliced, diced and crushed. The remainder of the night passes in peace, and you collect your four skulls to bring back to the harbormaster. He gives you your payment (36 gp each). "Aye, that's the real stuff right there," he says, sticking a finger into the eye socket of one of the zombie heads. "Usually a given spot in't too hassled. If 'twas just these four, we might be lookin' at relatively easy days ahead once winter comes."

If you'd like to stick around and chat with Vikken, or go purchase some things (like those spells), or want to go ahead to the next night, that's all good by me. I'll just take the cue from what you do.

[Binks]

Perrin spends some time hassling the harbormaster with questions before being shooed off and passing the remainder of the night in peace.

Nothing for Perrin to buy, and no real questions, though he'd find some irrelevant ones to ask anyways.

[ianricks58]

Flint starts chanting and places his hand on Baern. "That'll help. Let me know if you need more in the morning"
[roll0]
Flint looks for a potion shop, rests including meditation, and tries to find a blacksmith to work at until his shift starts the next evening.

[Elbeyon]

Finally starting to relax hours after the battle Shava let's out a phew and asks, "How do you guys do it? I was so on edge the entire fight. And, you guys were exchanging banter. You must be use to fighting more than I expected. You showed it, that's for sure. So, I guess that means destroying some undead isn't going to help heal any past traumas if you've already been doing that." Yawning, Shava looks physically tired.

"Hey, Vikken. I thought the whole collecting heads thing was a little odd. I made myself figure that it was just an foolproof way to prove we broke what we were suppose too. But, now, given that we encountered five undead without heads the practice doesn't seem too coincidental. You get headless things crawling, hopping out of the ocean normally? Certainly, I feel a little taken advantage of, but I guess this way keeps the situation from being reversed. Which is good for any type of business. Anyway." Shava reaches into her jacket pocket, brushing Piztic, and pulls out a piece of paper folded into a letter. Adding four gold to her hand she offers both to the harbormaster. "Four undead means the top four people on the list."

"These are the good causes of my choosing. They're good women and men that have lost family to undead and are working hard to stabilize, but haven't haven't quite gotten there yet. Here's everything I got for helping kill an undead for each of them. Make sure to match the entire group's pay for destroying undead, like we agreed. A show of support from the patrol would go a long way.

Legothal Ealoelon
Versidhthor Norovir
Trini Edelmiro
Adelia Francisca"
etc. etc. Alongside their names are their addresses or ways to contact them. The list has more names than destroyed undead.


Shava will meet up with Fritz today for two hours, 10 golds, worth of tutoring. Spending 50 gold on the required regents to learn mage armor as well. She'll spend whatever free time he has available for the rest of the night chatting about wizardry. Curious about the Little Island's library, his experiences with magic, and she'll recommend Stonewall if he ever has trouble buying/selling an item. Or that he come to her if he ever needs a guild letter to help move the process along, through she'll be on a trip to Ragged Peaks.

[Razorstorm]

After the night shift, Baern is happy to enjoy a hearty breakfast before crashing to sleep in his room.

[kornwiser]

On the way up from shore, Daz pats Shava on the shoulder, and tells her "Nice spell. It's a good one for fightin' these meatbags." before walking off to buy breakfast and a strong drink, and nap somewhere he's got a good view of the ocean.

[SaintRidley]

"Aye, I'll make the necessary arrangements," Vikken says to Shava. "What was that ye said about headless things? What kind o' headless things?" He starts rifling through charts and calendars. "It can't be. 'Tis too early. 'Tis only been three years," he mutters.

~*~

Flint discovers a small apothecary where healing potions and poultices are available. Healing potions are as detailed in the PhB. A healing poultice heals 1d4+1 and costs 25gp. There is a smith, Mellen, and after a little convincing she's happy to let you do your thing provided you don't take up her anvil when she needs it.


The rest of you look like you're grabbing some food and drink and sleep. I'll let you wrap up the rest of the day, and then night 5 begins.

[ianricks58]

Flint buys 1 potion and 1 poultice from the apothecary. He performs services for the smithy in exchange for food and a small wage. He returns to the others so they can start their shift at the docks. He explains to Shava and the others where he had been, happily giving many details to Perrin as he asks for them.

[Elbeyon]

"There were five disembodied hands along side the two skeletons and zombies." Leaning her backpack to the side of his desk she takes out her book of lore on undead and places it on the table. Flipping through the well-worn pages looking for her own added pages and rumors on such things. "Why, does that mean something?"

~*~

Back in time, on the way up the shore, Shava replies to Daz with "I'll keep that in mind."

Can you add alarm to the list of spells Shava is looking for?

[SaintRidley]

"Hands," Vikken mutters, flipping through his papers. "We only see those every five years, and we last saw them three years ago. It doesn't make sense. Unless... No, that can't be right."

He looks up, visibly shaken. "Sometimes we get attacked, with the hands and such, and it's not just a random migration. It happens every five years, but we're two years early for it. Usually there's somethin' makin' it happen, somethin' callin' the shots. Let me know what comes out of the water tonight. I might need to convince the town guard to take over duties."

Can do. I'll let you know in the OC thread tomorrow if you found a new spell on day four. Right now it's time for sleep.

[Elbeyon]

"Huh, what makes you say that? Three years ago was something seen or destroyed that was giving commands to these lesser undead? Oh." She takes the two skellybro's bows from her back and places them on his desk. "They're not magical. I already checked. They seem functional, Baern's thigh is proof of that. Maybe you can put them to use.

Do you know what senses those hands had? I wasn't able to find out. I mean skeletons don't have eyes, usually, but they rely on sight. I wasn't sure if the hands used a type of sense that was comparable to vision without having the organs we have. I almost tried to use an illusion to trick one. Now, I'm not even sure if that would have worked."

"Oh, ****." Shava snaps her book closed. "I'd love to have a study session with you, but I've made other arrangements for the last couple hours of my day. Luckily, elfs don't sleep as long as other people." She gives a wink. "I've gotta go. Answer my questions next shift if possible. Later!" She disappears out the door with a wave as fast as she started her goodbye.

~*~

The groggy feeling she was waking up with was well deserved for the immediate, rough switch in her sleeping schedule. It was an unusual sight to see her familiar sleeping on her pillow since it's often still awake when she gets up. Her sleep carrying on for a moment more before her feet touched the floor. A yawn interrupting her first incantation, her second attempt succeeds to the effect of warm clothes against the cold floor. Making her way to the room's door she wedges it shut. Another casting and a ghostly hand checking the security of the wooden panels over the window. A weaved spell cleans her clothes instantly, giving them an almost new smell, before she even makes it back to bed. Taking a seat she takes her gloves off, inspects her arm, and preforms numerous chill touch castings. A magically warm shower in what she considered an over sized basin, sometimes being smaller had its luxurious advantages, left her ready to leave her room. She grabs a lunch, wishing the half-elf manager a good morning, and experiments by turning the bread and meat to different flavored sweets she was interested in making. Taking some notes and realizing there is no way she'd be able to bake anything with that type of flavor she tries not to let that sour thought bother her for long. Her new spell preparation is delayed as she stops inbetween her memorization to finish her meal, but the wasted time goes unnoticed.

She retrieves Hazel, her donkey, for today's shopping before stopping by a feed store on the way into the center of the city. The obvious foods are there as well as various animals and equipment they might use. A silver sees that she's able to feed some of the animals with some time tacked on for good measure. Buying a fish-jar she continues on until she meets up with Lourdes Caridad. A pleasant evening of mundane shopping takes place. The day eventually leading them to Fitler Square, one of better quality shopping districts. Here to invest in paint supplies, Shava gives Lourdes a glimpse into one of the gnome's favorite stores. Tysy CanvasArt Studio, ran by Jebeddo, was a shop Shava sorely missed. Tight for gold in recent times she happily greeted her friend. It'd be nearly an hour before she had decided on her purchase, and she might have stayed longer if she didn't notice Caridad growing impatient. The duo would spend the rest of their time together shopping for clothes and at Kyrsclys, an elven restaurant, Shava's treat since she still feels indebted to her new friend.

Returning with an hour to spare she stops by the docks to buy a live, small fish on the way to the tavern. In her room she sets up her new easel's back to the door with a fish-jar holding nightstand next to it. Palette in hand she starts to draw Daz's lightening breath from the night before. Chatting with her new fish, getting to know it while she paints. As the hour goes by, her charcoal lines half drawn, she gets a knock on the door. Must be patrol time. She grabs the fish-jar by it's strings and makes her way towards the door.

OoC: Shava is being kinda creepy. Her fixation with Daz will lighten up after she gets use to dragonborns. The newness of the dragon-like, elemental breathing creatures will eventually wear off.

Inventory with shopping list attached. (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Aty8DkwvTL8odFdBZUh2ZGQxNzJFRnJkWXNCbWRxZ EE&usp=sharing) I'll sort things out latter.

Today's Expenses:
Feed Store
Fish
Elven restaurant

Equipment purchases:
Abacus
Ball bearings
Bedroll
Bit and bridle
Blanket
Bottle, glass
Caltrops
Case, Scroll
Clothes, traveler’s
Cook’s utensils
Fishing tackle
Mess kit
Mirror, steel
Painter’s supplies
Piton
brass brazier (Pot, iron)
Pouch
Rations
Rope, hempen (50 ft.)
Saddlebags
Scale, merchant’s
Sealing wax
Shovel
Signal whistle
Tent, two-person
Tinderbox
Waterskin

[SaintRidley]

Okay, I'll have Vikken answer after night 5.

The early part of the night is relatively calm again. You can hear the occasional cry from other parts of the beach, but nothing really makes it to your sector. Shava's fish reports nothing to her - in fact, it never flops out of the water as a warning at all. About two hours before the end of your shift, however, you begin to wonder if the fish simply forgot, or if something happened to it. A couple of heads rise from the water. The near one is about waist deep when you spot it and the far one still up to its elbows.


Perrin [roll0]
Shava [roll1]
Flint [roll2]
Daz [roll3]
Baern [roll4]
Zombuddies [roll5] - whoops. Shave one off that.

Ominous other rolls:
[roll6]
[roll7]

[roll8]
[roll9]


Initiative order is:
Shava
Zombuddies
Perrin
Daz
Baern
Flint


Okay, Shava, you're first up.

[Elbeyon]

Henry... "Zombies!"

Shava presses her golden hand, leaving a silver palm, on Daz's back. "It seems busy tonight. Good luck up here!" Her feet shuffling back to the group's earlier patrol formation. "Yer going to need a lot more than that!", she yells at the zombies.

Shava moves to M4.
Shava casts Protection from Evil and Good on Daz
Shava moves back to N2

Can I voluntary lower my initiative count? If so I'd like Piztic to lower his to the teams initiative now and do the following on everyone's turn.
If that's not possible I'll have the bat move over N5, and ready the help action to the first teammate that attacks.

[SaintRidley]

Your familiar is its own creature, so I don't see any reason it can't voluntarily lower its initiative.

The two zombies come ashore, lurching toward the nearest living body. One zombie strikes at Daz with a rotted hand.

[roll0] or [roll1] disadvantage
[roll2]

It hits, but is deflected harmlessly by Daz's armor (no damage).

Another takes a bite at Perrin.

[roll3]
[roll4]

It snaps its jaws, but luckily it hasn't quite figured out biting at short people yet.
Map updated (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Ah09W8rnh3_1dEgwdG01U29tRWV5STVoS1ItTC1Ga kE&usp=sharing#gid=0)


Perrin, Daz, Flint, Baern - your turns!

[kornwiser]

Daz glances over to Perrin, worried that the little halfling might have trouble against the zombie approaching, but can't do anything about it till he takes care of the one standing in his way. He slices at the thing's outstretched arm with one axe and spins the other down towards its leg.


Attack:[roll0]
Damage:[roll1]
Crit:[roll2]

Attack:[roll3]
Damage:[roll4]
Crit:[roll5]

[Elbeyon]

I believe you have advantage on that first attack kornwiser. You're the first person to attack, thus the person to receive Piztic's help.

[kornwiser]

Oh whoops! I'll re-roll that.

[roll0]

[SaintRidley]

Daz gets a deep slice off against the zombie, carving out a sizeable chunk of rotted flesh from its chest.

[ianricks58]

Flint sees the zombies and starts chanting. He thrusts a hand in the air and brings it down pointing to the zombie closest to Perrin. A flash of light streaks forward and pounds it mercilessly. A mystical light glitters around the zombie.


[roll0]
The next person to attack this zombie has advantage. This effect goes away at the start of my next turn.

[SaintRidley]

Forgot your spell attack roll. Also, it's just 4d6 damage. No +4.

[roll0]

The zombie is engulfed in a blaze of searing light. It's skin smokes from holy energy, its skin burnt and charred as if by a cleansing fire. It still stands, however.

[Binks]

Perrin, having been caught off guard by the zombies shambling out of the water, narrowly avoids the creature's attack. Retaliating with a blow of his own he notes the strange glow and decides to simply take advantage of it.

After striking he backs away, ducking around Flint with a nod of gratitude, and sheathes his blade, preparing to draw his bow once more. "Two nights in a row and something about hands not being expected. Something's up." he notes as he glances around.

I'm assuming I have my short sword drawn this time, as we were ambushed last night on patrol.
Atk with Advantage from Flint: [roll0] or [roll1]
Dmg: [roll2] + sneak [roll3]

I'm hoping that drops it. Going to back away to N3 regardless, taking OA if it's still up. Just for giggles I'm going through Flint in N4 with my Nimbleness racial feature.

[Razorstorm]

Baern calmly holds his crossbow to his shoulder, takes aim, and hurls a bolt at the zombie directly in front of him (P5).

Crossbow
Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
crit [roll2]

He then deftly sidesteps (to L3)

[SaintRidley]

Perrin's attack cuts deep into the zombie's neck, but with an unholy vigor it continues shuffling about.

[roll0]

It swings an arm at Perrin as the halfling backs away.
[roll1]
[roll2]

It lands a grazing blow, but Perrin avoids the worst of it.

Baern's crossbow bolt misses, just whizzing past the zombie's ear.

Shava, your turn before the Zombuddies.

[Elbeyon]

"I would agree with that!" Said with some enthusiasm to her words before she flings a bullet past the retreating halfling.

Shava moves to O2
Shava attacks the zombie at P5
Shava moves to L2

Sling attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit [roll2]

[SaintRidley]

[roll0]

The zombie lurches forward and swings an arm at Flint.

[roll1]
[roll2]

The other zombie flails at Daz.
[roll3] or [roll4]
[roll5]

Both swing wide, however, and do no lasting harm.

Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Ah09W8rnh3_1dEgwdG01U29tRWV5STVoS1ItTC1Ga kE&usp=sharing#gid=0)

Perrin, Daz, Baern, Flint are up now.

[ianricks58]

Flint swings his hammer at the zombie


[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

[kornwiser]

Daz ducks out of the way of the zombie's swipe, and swings his axes back around, slamming them into the existing wound to try and cleave the zombie across its torso, before better positioning himself to form a defensive front with Flint.

"Don't really matter what's goin' on 'less we kill them anyway! "


Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Crit: [roll2]

Attack: [roll3]
Damage: [roll4]
Crit: [roll5]

Move to N5.

[SaintRidley]

Flint's hammer swings wide, but Daz delivers a one two punch to his zombie, decapitating it.

[Elbeyon]

Piztic is next to the remaining zombie giving advantage to the first person that attacks.

Note to self: don't use "ready" aid. It makes things more complicated than needed.

Piztic moves over Flint.
After this turn Piztic will help Perrin

[Binks]

"Just curious, that's all." Perrin notes as he draws his blade once more to stab at the zombie that had followed him. "He followed me home...but I'd really rather not keep him..." he notes with a chuckle.

Interact - Re-draw my sword
Action - Stab the thing
Move - Nope

Atk: [roll0]
Dmg: [roll1] + sneak (allies within 5ft) [roll2]

[SaintRidley]

[roll0]

The zombie's stabbed in the neck, but it just refuses to stay dead.

[Elbeyon]

"Vikken mentioned that something might be controlling these anomalies."

Pet puns? No apt reply pops into her heard, but a focused thought grasps something at least. "If you don't want him you should put him down."

[ianricks58]

Hearing Shava's comment got Flint thinking about the origins of the group's current troubles. He searched the horizon over the ocean hoping to see the source of the group's woes. His eyes settle on an island about a bowshot away from the coastline. "It's not possible to create undead underwater, is it?" Flint asks breathlessly, "There's a small formation of land to the south of us, maybe we'll find our answers there?"

[Binks]

"You thinking about doing some investigating into the source of these things?" Perrin asks, a bit bewildered at Flint's words. After a moment's thought he adds, "I'm in."

[Razorstorm]

Baern take another shot at the remaining zombie.

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
crit [roll2]

"Moonlighting kiling deadies is one thing. But running off exploring islands is a whole different game."

[SaintRidley]

[roll0]

The zombie is hit, a chunk of its shoulder knocked off, but still it manages to hang on to its unlife. Its persistence is, in a way, admirable.

Shava, you're up.

[Elbeyon]

"That's an interesting idea." A bullet flies towards the zombie; its owner gone with it.

"Would someone take this things head off already!?"

Shava moves to O2.
Shava attacks the zombie at O4.
Shava moves to M2.

Sling attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit [roll2]

[SaintRidley]

[roll0]

The bullet lodges in the thing's forehead. It attacks Flint, swinging an arm at his head. It hits (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18234997&postcount=78), dealing 3 damage and ringing Flints ears.

Flint, Daz, Perrin, Baern - you're up.

[ianricks58]

Flint snarls angrily at the blow. He doesn't much like hugs. He stows his weapon, chanting and gesturing towards the zombie. "Hopefully this holy light will scourge this evil from the land".


[roll0]

"If this doesn't do the zombie in, I don't know what will!!" Flint yells. "If we do end up going to the island, we should only do so if it is safe, I don't want to get surrounded by these undead in the middle of the sea!"

[SaintRidley]

[roll0]

A small blast of radiant light flashes at the zombie, but it seems to have no effect.

[kornwiser]

Daz weaves through the barrage of blows headed the zombie's way, aiming to finish it for good.


Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Crit: [roll2]

Attack: [roll3]
Damage: [roll4]
Crit: [roll5]

[SaintRidley]

[roll0]

Daz's blades rip big chunks of flesh out of the zombie's stupid face. But still it stands.

[Binks]

Perrin frowns at the incredibly persistant zombie. "All right...let's try this." he notes, jumping up and swinging his blade towards the thing's head in an attempt to decapitate it.

Action - Attack
Skip Move
If it dies I'll sheath my blade in preparation for drawing bow if needed.

Atk: [roll0]
Dmg: [roll1] + sneak [roll2]

[SaintRidley]

[roll0]

Perrin's blade slices into the side of the zombie's skull. At long last, the zombie's head cracks, and Perrin lops off the top half of the head. The zombie slumps over, unmoving.

Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Ah09W8rnh3_1dEgwdG01U29tRWV5STVoS1ItTC1Ga kE&usp=sharing#gid=0)

[Elbeyon]

[Get some height and fly towards the island. Return once you've been able to view the entire thing or perceive a threat.]

Resting her hands on her knees Shava manages a "good work."

"That was more difficult than I remembered. We barely smacked the other one's last night before they crumpled. Is that it? I was expecting more than the other day."

[Razorstorm]

Baern walks up to recently slain zombie. He points his crossbow down at the corpse and plants one last bolt in the body. He looks up at Flint, "Just to be sure." He nods sharply.

[Elbeyon]

"Good idea." Shava starts rifling around the dead body looking for her spent bullets.

"Henry must be long gone. I'm not use to talking to fish you know. I did say that he shouldn't feel like he has to make any type of deal. He was free anyways. He must of decided I was asking too much."

[ianricks58]

"Nice job. I'm glad it was finally put down! Let me try speaking to the fishes." Flint moves closer to the shoreline and gestures toward the water. He mutters under his breath some words of power. He tries to locate any nearby fish and cries out in his mind<O fishes of the bounteous sea, tell us where the unnatural abominations can be found>. Flint waits for a reply.

[SaintRidley]

Piztic flies high above the water, scanning for anything dead.
[roll0]

[Nothing on the island. Nothing as far as I can see anywhere]

Flint speaks to the water, waiting for an answer. There's no fish nearby to answer, however.

Instead, a claw reaches up from the dark shallows and slashes at Flint's legs.

[roll1]
[roll2]


But Flint catches sight right before the claw stretches out and avoids the attack.

After the claw rises an emaciated figure. Its tongue is long and its mouth filled with serrated teeth. You notice, stuck in its mouth, a fish tail.

Map (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0Ah09W8rnh3_1dEgwdG01U29tRWV5STVoS1ItTC1Ga kE&usp=sharing#gid=0)

Perrin
Shava
Baern
Daz
Nasty
Flint

[Razorstorm]

"Whoa!" exclaims Baern. He quickly whips out a crossbow bolt, loads it, and snaps off a shot.

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
crit [roll2]

[Binks]

"Well...that thing looks dangerous." Perrin notes unnecessarily as he draws his bow and fires a shot at the thing.

I don't see any rules for penalties to firing into a melee. Might just be missing them, if so give me whatever penalty there is.

Interact - Draw bow
Action - Shoot the thing

Atk: [roll0]
Dmg: [roll1] + Sneak (ally within 5 and no disadvantage) [roll2]

[kornwiser]

The hell? That thing looks familiar...

Daz wracks his brain to try and remember what this thing is, as he sprints up beside Flint and slashes twice at its rising head.


Intelligence check to try and identify this thing. [roll0] and [roll1] (advantage from Favored Enemy)

Then move to M7 and make two attacks:
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]

[roll5]
[roll6]
[roll7]

[Elbeyon]

@Binks Firing into melee isn't a thing as far as I can tell. Cover still is though. That's why Shava has been dancing around the battlefield to avoid allies blocking LoS.

Shava moves to a clear view, sees the thing, and says, "That's gross." before flinging a bullet.

[Hurry back.]


Shava moves to H2.
Shava attacks the Nasty at N8.
Piztic dashes towards the group.

Sling attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit [roll2]

Edit: :smalleek: I never hit submit.

[SaintRidley]

A flurry of arrows, bullets, and blades makes short work of what Daz recognizes to be a ghoul. The thing dies on the shoreline, its hand outstretched toward Baern.

After a few minutes with no new surprises coming ashore, it looks like the night is over and done with.

[ianricks58]

"Thanks everybody. That was sure surprising, that creature popping out like that from the water. I am not sure the island would safe and I see no reason to spend our time there. Once we are finished here, let's go back to the tavern, first round is on me." Flint says gratefully.

[Elbeyon]

Shava moves up to Flint. "You alright? Anything for a friend. My familiar said the island is clear. I should be able to join you at the tavern tonight." She smiles.

"Just a second." Knelling next to the nasty's corpse she brings the head above water to start prying the thing's jaw open. If necessary taking her dagger to it's hinges to crack the snapjaw.

[Razorstorm]

Baern smiled grimly, and with a hearty nod, "Aye, done & dusted. Let's go warm up by the fire, shall we?"

[kornwiser]

Daz glowers down at the mangled corpse of the ghoul. His scar was aching a bit - Daz fiddled his thumb across the deep gouges in his face. "Where there's one ghoul, there's more of 'em," he muttered, before bringing his axe down in a clean swipe through the beast's neck, startling Shava, who was fiddling with its jaw.

"Can't be forgettin' to collect our pay," he said to her with a grim smile, before leaving her with its severed head to go give both zombies the same treatment.

"I'll be acceptin' yer offer of that round, Flint, but only if ya let me buy the second one!"

[Binks]

Perrin glances out towards the sea, a bit disappointed that the group had decided not to investigate the island, but not stupid enough to try going out on his own with the dead rising all over the coast. "I'm in." he says in regards to the tavern visit, following along as the group goes to collect their pay.

[Elbeyon]

An axe swiping near her hands has Shava looking at Daz, upset, saying, "What the hell. I like both of my hands enough to want to keep them. She takes the nasty's head by the hair and drags the bloated, rotting corpse onto the shore for some other group to clean up. Seemingly alone with the group, she weaves a spell to clean off whatever putrid materials had been pressed into her gloves. "I'd like a drink."

"Did anyone else notice that these undead attacked us at about the same hour? Two hours from finishing our shift. Twice doesn't make a pattern though. Eh, I'll make sure to mention it to Vikken anyway."

Her other hand occupied she lifts her right hand holding up two fingers. "You should buy me two drinks Daz. Else, I'll have a tough time sleeping tonight with the idea of your axe chopping my hand off." She was half-hearty serious on the matter.

[kornwiser]

"Didn't mean to upset ya, Shava, jus' thought I'd give ya a little scare, is all. Don't you worry, I know my way around these axes well enough to shave a dwarf's beard without 'im even noticing. Let's head back to the bar and I'll buy enough booze to drown in."

[Elbeyon]

"I wasn't that upset. Just don't swing your axe at me unless I have a dwarven beard that needs a shaving"

"Two drinks is enough. I don't like to drink too much."

[SaintRidley]

As you return to the harbormaster, Vikken greets you, his eyes sunken in from a lack of trancing and his face ashy. Ye'll be expecting yer payment, I reckon, and I assume I can cross some more names off yer list," he nods to Shava. "This thing's got me up at all hours o the day, and let me tell ye I did me research and found that the last time the dead came off schedule was about an hunnerd years afore I was the harbormaster in these parts. There's summtin' out there, and it wants to test us, methinks, to find if we're weak, to tear us down.

I've got some answers to yer questions, by the by, little lady. Three years ago we was on guard - the attack came as it usually does, and we thought we was good for another five years. But we're here three years later - last week we had about seven show up, made it almost to the town gate - it's why we threw together shore patrol so haphazard this year. This ain't right, this year. A few hunnerd years ago was the last time we had an off schedule raid, a large mass o deadies, a thousand or so, washed up on shore in a five day period. They made it halfway through the city before they was put down, as me pappy tells it. They was led by summtin big, something we saw in the sky but which never came down enough for us to see it clear. On the ground there was ghouls and ghasts and all other kinds o nasties, and little crawling hands at all turns.

Those hands, I dunno much about them. The old harbormaster's notes say they know where ye are, but seein' as how they lack eyes I dunno how."


Everyone take 35 gold.

[Razorstorm]

Baern scoops his share into his purse. "That sounds like a bit of a problem you might be having there," he says coldly. "What's your plan?"

[ianricks58]

"The drinks will have to wait until later." Flint says."What can we do?"

[Razorstorm]

At the suggestion that drinks would have to wait until later, Baern gives flint a glare that would freeze water.

[kornwiser]

"I'm agreein' with Flint on this one. If there's a thousand or more o' these bastards comin' our way in the next couple days, we're gonna have to be as sharp as a dagger. And ye said somethin' flying was leading 'em? Dunno why, but that gives me a bad feeling deep in my gut. I ain't ever heard much about whatever godforsaken bastards are leadin' these hordes, but if there's even a chance one of them is showin' up then we are in for a world of trouble."

[Elbeyon]

Shava replies, "Yes" while counting her money to make sure he didn't give her the extra three gold for the heads.

Drinks getting put off was a downer to be sure. As of late she hadn't actually been spending any time with the group, besides shore patrol, and was rather looking forward to relaxing with everyone. Only two hours after making the arrangement and they were already canceled.

"Interestingly enough our two engagements happened around the same time of night, both nights. Around six hours in. It is probably nothing, but there is no guarantee either way. That could be a piece to our little puzzle."

[SaintRidley]

"I'm fixin' to get reinforcements in fer the night ye all leave here. Trained fellers what can kill a good bunch of deadies right quick. Ye may see some difficulties ahead, though. And I may talk with yer captain about extendin' yer stay another day, just in case things get specially bad.

I don't know whether time might be important or not - there's nary a mention o the times o the attacks in the old days. Whatever it is that's directin' them, it might be doin just that."

[ianricks58]

Flint winced at Baern's glare. "Sir, who else, if any, is keeping records of these assaults? Maybe they may have different details that we can cross reference with your accounts." Flint suggests to the harbormaster. "There must be something we can do?" Memories of what he calls "The Great Tragedy" flash through his minds; what seemed to Flint, hoards of undead marched through the town his battalion was assigned to protect. The screams and helpless cries of the soldiers and townsfolk echoed in his mind. "If only I had not...It will not happen again!" Flint resolves. "Maybe we can stop by a tavern on the way to speak with them? I still owe everyone a round" Flint glances at Baern, hoping that the prospect will melt his icy stare.

[Razorstorm]

Baern shakes his head and sighs, "All right. Let's get a quick drink and then we'll see about getting ourselves in over our heads."

[SaintRidley]

"I'll get messages out to all corners. Should have some answers for ye on the morrow," he says. He looks to Shava. "And yes, I gave ye the extra tonight. Take it fer yer expenses"

When you all reach the tavern, it's packed with other people from other sections of shore patrol. You hear a cacophony of voices, snippets of conversation. One woman who looks to be in her fourth century - or maybe her second? Sixth? It's hard to tell with elves - eyes you as you come in. "We're about to see the worst of it in the next few days. Seems like we've gotten fewer this time around, but we might be getting stronger ones," she says to her group.

[Binks]

Perrin tags along, remaining noticeably silent about the whole matter but nodding in agreement with the sentiment raised by Baern.

[SaintRidley]

One of the elf woman's companions walks over to your table. She sizes up Shava. "You looking for entertainment?" she asks.