The Problem with Undead
AK510-34 Cool Summer Start Week 2
[Charon Guiding, Shale Resting, Cycles Watching]
They started the long tiresome journey back towards Woodhaven slowed dramatically by the wagons. After a few days Charmer, Kell and Appleby picked up the trail of a zombie Baphen that was plodding along the river. Slowly they gained on it a eventually spotted it in the distance. Vedic Tanners power had increased dramatically since his first encounter with one of these vile creations. Leave this to me, he commanded as he sailed into the air. He flew casually up to the stinking carcass as interrupted its course. By the Power of Croi, Saol and Bas, I Command you to return to Death! she prayed as she held out the symbol of The Church of The Moons. The creature gave out the slightest sigh as it crashed lifeless to the muddy ground. Vedic Tanner was pleased and thanked the Gods.
Over the next few days the scout and ranger occasionally notices signs of poison dusk tribe lizardfolk, watching them from forest and swamp. But even at night they were too craven to come close enough to warrant a chase. They number of travellers they met on the roads was diminishing as they left the south and headed into the wilderness.
The day was dull and cold when they again spied another unusual sight. A mob of undead was blocking the road. Where were are these creatures coming from? No one seemed curious. All were more focused on where they were going. Back to the grave. The heroes summoned the power of the Gods, of Nature and of Magic and charged into battle. Vedic Tanner channelled the power of Bas, his immortal scythe cut the insubstantial cord of unlife that bound the dead to Talamh and sent their souls screaming back to the Wall. Undead humans and lizardfolk fell lifeless all around the Cleric as he called upon the power of the Gods time and again. Ivellios, chanted from a scroll and unleashed a fireball, which completely incinerated several more undead and set many more aflame. Bob Charmer last out with long and short swords and slowly hacked his way through the throng. The Swarm followed him but the undead ignored them. Jo of Kell held off half the horde almost single-handedly, though his weapons seems to have little effect on them. John Appleby was afire with passion as the Applewood staff whirled through the air and crushed zombie skulls. This was where he felt most alive, the power of Naduir and Draiocht coursing through his veins. As the battle Todd Stuffitt skulked around the edges always looking for a chance to strike. His rapier was little use against lifeless flesh and his acute eye could find no vulnerable places to strike. Still he watched and waited and when the time was right he would lash out to strike a punishing final blow. The relentless assault of Bas power wielded by The Cleric rapidly took its toll and soon the warriors were hacking the last life from the last few bodies.
A loud voice shouting in the forest caused their heads to spin and they scoured the woods for the source. Four more undead lizardfolk burst from the tree line heading for the river. A feral figure leapt from within the trees and covered thirty feet to land on the back of the foremost zombie. It bit into its cold dead neck and bloodlessly ripped off its head. The figure leapt snarling to another and broke its neck, ribs, elbow and both legs in a series of blindingly fast punches and kicks. In a matter of moments all four of its quarry had been brutally broken and slain. At this point the slim pale creature stopped. It straightened its hair, relaxed its demeanour and stood upright with an aristocratic air, to meet the gaze of the party. He smiled. I am Prince Mantorok of Mantorok Island, Vedic of The Church of The Moons and Assassin of Bas. There is an undead problem here and I have been sent to fix it.
Todd Stuffitt managed not only to aquire a trio of mercenaries funded by the party but also a few little trinkets.
One of the human zombies, that Todd recognises as Peter Gemfoot a crooked Darkbridge merchant and fence, has an azurite worth 12gp and a deep blue spinel worth 400gp, hidden in the toe of his shoe.While searching the giants body Todd notices that there is a rock wedged under its headband. Another quick sleight of hand and the rock is in Todds purse. Later private appraisal reveals that the rock is a very valuable gem.
[Charon Guiding, Shale Resting, Cycles Watching]
They started the long tiresome journey back towards Woodhaven slowed dramatically by the wagons. After a few days Charmer, Kell and Appleby picked up the trail of a zombie Baphen that was plodding along the river. Slowly they gained on it a eventually spotted it in the distance. Vedic Tanners power had increased dramatically since his first encounter with one of these vile creations. Leave this to me, he commanded as he sailed into the air. He flew casually up to the stinking carcass as interrupted its course. By the Power of Croi, Saol and Bas, I Command you to return to Death! she prayed as she held out the symbol of The Church of The Moons. The creature gave out the slightest sigh as it crashed lifeless to the muddy ground. Vedic Tanner was pleased and thanked the Gods.
Over the next few days the scout and ranger occasionally notices signs of poison dusk tribe lizardfolk, watching them from forest and swamp. But even at night they were too craven to come close enough to warrant a chase. They number of travellers they met on the roads was diminishing as they left the south and headed into the wilderness.
The day was dull and cold when they again spied another unusual sight. A mob of undead was blocking the road. Where were are these creatures coming from? No one seemed curious. All were more focused on where they were going. Back to the grave. The heroes summoned the power of the Gods, of Nature and of Magic and charged into battle. Vedic Tanner channelled the power of Bas, his immortal scythe cut the insubstantial cord of unlife that bound the dead to Talamh and sent their souls screaming back to the Wall. Undead humans and lizardfolk fell lifeless all around the Cleric as he called upon the power of the Gods time and again. Ivellios, chanted from a scroll and unleashed a fireball, which completely incinerated several more undead and set many more aflame. Bob Charmer last out with long and short swords and slowly hacked his way through the throng. The Swarm followed him but the undead ignored them. Jo of Kell held off half the horde almost single-handedly, though his weapons seems to have little effect on them. John Appleby was afire with passion as the Applewood staff whirled through the air and crushed zombie skulls. This was where he felt most alive, the power of Naduir and Draiocht coursing through his veins. As the battle Todd Stuffitt skulked around the edges always looking for a chance to strike. His rapier was little use against lifeless flesh and his acute eye could find no vulnerable places to strike. Still he watched and waited and when the time was right he would lash out to strike a punishing final blow. The relentless assault of Bas power wielded by The Cleric rapidly took its toll and soon the warriors were hacking the last life from the last few bodies.
A loud voice shouting in the forest caused their heads to spin and they scoured the woods for the source. Four more undead lizardfolk burst from the tree line heading for the river. A feral figure leapt from within the trees and covered thirty feet to land on the back of the foremost zombie. It bit into its cold dead neck and bloodlessly ripped off its head. The figure leapt snarling to another and broke its neck, ribs, elbow and both legs in a series of blindingly fast punches and kicks. In a matter of moments all four of its quarry had been brutally broken and slain. At this point the slim pale creature stopped. It straightened its hair, relaxed its demeanour and stood upright with an aristocratic air, to meet the gaze of the party. He smiled. I am Prince Mantorok of Mantorok Island, Vedic of The Church of The Moons and Assassin of Bas. There is an undead problem here and I have been sent to fix it.
Todd Stuffitt managed not only to aquire a trio of mercenaries funded by the party but also a few little trinkets.
One of the human zombies, that Todd recognises as Peter Gemfoot a crooked Darkbridge merchant and fence, has an azurite worth 12gp and a deep blue spinel worth 400gp, hidden in the toe of his shoe.While searching the giants body Todd notices that there is a rock wedged under its headband. Another quick sleight of hand and the rock is in Todds purse. Later private appraisal reveals that the rock is a very valuable gem.
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