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Male LG Lesser Assimar Paladin2/FavoredSoul4, Level 6, Init +2, HP 33/48, Speed AC 21, Touch 12, Flat-footed 17, Fort +16, Ref +13, Will +14, Base Attack Bonus 5 MW Bastard Sword(2 Handed) +9 (d10+3, 19/20x2) MW Bastard Sword(1 Handed) +9 (d10+2, 19/20x2)
(+5 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex) Abilities Str 14, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 16, Cha 20 Condition None
I have changed My AC to 21 because Im now going to attack one handed and am using my shield (I know that I will have to use a move action on my next turn. HP have been updated from 2 hits totaling 15 damage)
The color returning slowly to his face, he shook his head and felt his mace had slipped from his hand. With a quick survey of his surroundings he unleashed a bolt at the maggot, the silvery radiance around him dimming by about half.
Light of Mercuria!
Expend a bolt to make a ranged touch attack against maggot2
The repeated blows wear down the zombies attrition, and the one nearest Bob seems to be barely holding together. They continue their relentless attacks and one manages to sink its teeth into Xaxil's arm.
Ralston's spell fills Xaxil with positive energy and closes most of his wounds. As he focuses on the spell, he is almost hit with an airant attack from a zombie, but the monster's fist merely slams into Ralston's shield.
Ancho and Xaxil continue to slash away the flesh of the undead, while the mindless zombies continue their ineffective attacks. Xaxil's blade fells another one of his attackers.
Looking down at the maggot that still threatens the party he expelled the rest of the silvery radiance that surrounded him, the light fluttering out into the beam and the radiance fading quickly until it dissipates.
The beams that spring from Eldon and Ralston's fingertips hit the maggot searing its flesh, while Bob's maul strikes the cobblestone again.
Xaxil swings his sword, and once again lays into zombie flesh. His main target is all but cut to ribbons.
The zombies and maggot attacking Xaxil and Ralston only find their wall of steel.
Ancho, pinpointing a weakness in the maggots mid section, slices the creature in half with one smooth motion. His offhannd blade slashes into the zombie's mid section, opening a large gash.
The zombie lunges at Ancho, and manages to bite his shoulder.
Take 6 damage.
[Fortitude Failure] The black ichor that coats the zombies teeth sink deep into your wound. Your arm begins to feel slightly numb, and you become dizzy. Dark lines begin to creep down your arm, appearing to following your arteries.
You are Sickened: -2 penalty on attack rolls, damage rolls, saving throws, skill checks and ability checks.
Cursing the evil gods, Ancho pushes the oozing corpse off of himself. A pang of disgust crosses his face, realizing that he had just been bitten by the undeath he had been sent here to destroy. The only course of action is to annihilate all of there kind from this sleepy berg!!
"You obscene reverents will RUE the day you decied to impede the masterful Ancho Peppers!!"
Male NG Human Rogue 6, Level 6, Init +2, HP 27/33, Speed 30 AC 18, Touch 13, Flat-footed 16, Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0 (+1 vs. charm/fear), Base Attack Bonus 4 +1 Shortsword +6 (1d6+0, 19-20 x2) Mwk Shortsword +6 (1d6-1, 19-20 x2) +1 Shortbow (38/40 Arrows) +7 (1d6-1, 20 x3) +1 Chain Shirt (+5 Armor, +2 Dex, +1 Deflect) Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 14
If first attack drops Z4, I'll move to K6 while avoiding all AoOs
Main Hand: (1d20+6)(11)
Possible Crit: (1d20+6)
Telling Blow: [roll]3d6[roll]
Possible Crit: (1d20+6)
Telling Blow: (3d6)
The remaining undead crackle with white light, and collapse to the ground, leaving only a single maggot. It snaps at Xaxil a few more times with its paralytic bite, but the combined efforts of the party easily dispatch it before it can do any more harm.
Once the sounds of battle die down, the sound of another battle to the west can be heard. It seems to be much closer than you initially suspected, in fact, if it werent for the mist and dusk, you are pretty sure you would be able to see it clearly.
You have only been in Barovia for a little over a minute, but night seems to be falling with unnatural haste. A waxing crescent moon looms brightly overhead.
[Intelligence/Wisdom] Its odd that the corpse in the middle of the road was not animated as a zombie as most of the residents here seem to have been.
Taking a deep breath Ralston stepped over to where he had dropped his mace and recovered it, hefting it once again. Looking down at the smashed guts of the maggot he shook his head, remembering the bite of the thing.
He walked forward with Eldon to the body, and knelt next to it as he ordered Bob to move the thing. He perused the body and tried to see if he could find anything out of the ordinary on the body.
"We need to make haste, I am intrigued by this poor soul, but the sounds of battle are close by. Perhaps someone else fights these undead the same as we do."
"You're right, Alston. I was just hoping to find some clue to the mystery of this town's affliction." The little necromancer looks the body over. "Maybe we could figure out why this person didn't succumb to the undead disease that their fellow townsfolk did. If we could do that, we might be an even bigger help to this town's safety in the long run. But, I concur, there could be people up ahead that need our help more urgently. People that could direct us toward ale and mutton. Besides, I don't think our friend is going anywhere."
Staring towards the clouded sky, Ancho listens half-heartedly to the banter of his brothers-in-arms. Wiping the ichor from his tunic where the zombie had gnashed his fangs into him, Ancho thinks about what other horrors might await them in this town.
"I don't want to be the bearer of bad news... but I believe there are much worse things that could stumble upon us in the night than just some mindless undead. Especially with the moon as high as it is tonight. Let us make haste to the closing battle and help anyone still alive that we can."
With a spell on his lips, Eldon gingerly removes the amulet. He then reaches for the pocket, but remembers the fleshy larvae that recently issued forth from this corpse. Withdrawing his hand, he stands up, motions to the bulge in the corpse's pocket and says "Bob, remove what is in that pocket."