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As the grim beings showed themselves, Ralstons face became a harsh grimace as he stepped forward, into the middle of the road. He raised his shield and mace up high as he spoke a prayer to St.Cuthbert.
"May the judgement of St.Cuthbert take you back from wence your foulness came!"
Move and Destroy Undead!
5 foot step to G5. Burn a turn undead attempt to use the lightbringer ability "Destroy Undead" Effects every undead within 30 ft. Dc18 Will save for half damage.
And this one in case the ? is an undead. (6d6)
Also, if you only need one roll, disregard the others and use only the first one. I wasn't sure.
Casting a glance at Eldon...
"How you afford yourself an undead servant amazes me fellow Lightbringer...still you mustforgive me if I'll not permit him to cover my back just yet."After paying attention for a moment back to thebattle at hand, Xaxil turns back to the necromancer again...
"And you say that in his previous incarnation this beast was an evil warmonger?"
Eldon's flaming sphere swirls into existence where Z3 stands. As its flesh sears, it shambles away from the sphere, and towards Xaxil. Ancho's arrow pierces the chest of one of the zombies. The wound appears mostly superficial, but eventually a small amount of black ichor drizzles from the wound.
The rest of the zombies plod forward, continuing to approach the party. Two of them lash out at Xaxil with their mangled hands, but their predictable attacks find only his shield. Another shambles past Bob, paying him no mind, and provoking an attack. Bob's attacks seem to have little effect. The walking corpse moves toward Ancho and flails his limbs, but is easily dodged.
[Knowledge Religion]: As you look at the skeleton, you notice a few strange additions. Some joints appear to have metal parts, and many fake ligaments have been rigged with leather bindings. These are things made unnecessary by the dark magics that bind the creature's soul to its animated bones. The most telltale sign that this is no undead, or at least not a typical skeleton is the absence of black onyx in its eye sockets.
As one of the ragged corpses lashes out at Ancho, he evades the attack with a masterful back roll. He catches his balance in a kneeling position and another arrow flies from his bowstring with an audible *TWANG*!
5ft step to G3 and fire bow at zombie #1
Ranged Attack: (1d20+9)
"These monstrosities don't seem to threatening at the moment, but they will know my rage none the less!"
Eldon's flaming sphere strips what little flesh remained on the bones of the nearest zombie. It falls motionless to the ground, as bubbling hot black ichor forms a pool and begins to gel.
As the remaining zombies bunch up, they bump and shove past each other trying to get closer to their living targets. One provokes an attack from Xaxil with his mindless and reckless movement. Their wild flailing is unable to penetrate the armor of the two holy warriors in the front.
AOO from Xaxil
attack: (1d20+12) damage: (1d10+4)
One of the over-sized rats lunges at Bob and begins clawing at his leg bones. As intent as he seems at getting to the marrow, he seems unable to do so. Bob in entirely unphased.
Ralston's burst of positive energy destroys another zombie in a burst of brilliant light. The rest are affected, but seem totally oblivious to the damage being done to their rotting bodies.
Eldon's flaming sphere sears and twists the flesh of its target. The zombie just stands where it is, attempting to attack Xaxil, while its clothes are burned off of its body.
As the rat gnaws at Bob's ankles, it its kicked off and tumbles back a few feet. As it begins to scurry back, Bob's maul crashes down on it, sending blood and internal organs shooting from multiple orifices. Its mottled, mangy hide is mashed into the already slick and filthy cobblestone.
Xaxil swings his sword at the zombie flanked by Bob. His heavy blade slices effectively into the flesh of the walking corpse, hacking off another sizable piece.
The zombies continue their mindless assault. They grope, flail and bite, but their efforts produce only the sound of flesh against metal. The remaining rat begins sniffing and biting at Ralston's boots. His spastic movements seem like those of a frenzied creature.
While the melee surrounding the dubious adventures continues, Ancho's attention is drawn more to the end of the alleyway... he slowly sneaks to the end, hoping to surprise anything that might not already know he is there.
Sneak and Move!
Move to L5 sneakily, if any hostile movement is noticed will sneak attack!!
Move Silently Check (1d20+11)
Sneak Attack! (1d20+8)
Damage! Weapon (1d6+2)
Sneak Attack Dmg: (3d6) (N/A if undead)
Xaxil lays his sword into the flaming zombie which collapses as the necrotic energy can no longer hold it together.
Eldon's flaming sphere moves to the adjacent zombie which begins smoldering. The smell of burlap, leather and rotting flesh burning begins to permeate the air, overtaking the initial bouquet of smells present in Barovia.
Bob obediantly moves to attack the rat. The zombies continue acting like he doesnt exist, but the rat takes notice, and turns to start gnawing on his shin bone. As it moves, it is met head on by the head of Bob's maul, and is knocked like a croquet ball between Xaxil's legs. After rolling a few feet, it lays motionless.
Ancho disappears from sight as he heads deeper into the alley.
[spot] the decimated remains of several human corpses lie amongst the refuse piled up at the end of the alley.
Seeing that Xaxil was having a much easier time of slashing the zombies apart he turned to the one that Bob threatened and struck out at it, knowing it would take the combined efforts of their blunt weapons to take the thing down.
"What more must lay ahead of us eh? Let us hope there are some here who haven't been turned to evil."