With an ever increasing calm of a man who has seen a thousand battles Voss moves effortlessly, his two swords moving as one, both striking the Ettin. The Ettin’s leather armor absorbs most of one blow of main long sword, though his second long sword definitely does some damage.
Stones, wearing only cloth armor in the combat – depending on your point of view you are either impressed by his bravery or fear his stupidity - moves gracefully while firing as one. In mid-move he nocks an arrow from the quiver that one of the Triplet’s once owned into the bone-carved bow that was also taken from the enemy. Despite the Ettin’s proximity the shot misses badly - so badly it almost hits Radegast.
He is attempting get everyone spaced out and not all huddled together, so Stones yells, “Don’t group together, give them multiple targets!” It isn’t a bad idea, save for the giant, the pit and the two carrions that are penning everyone in.
Stones comes to a skidding halt (G5), glancing into an alcove that he is closest to.
Elby looks momentarily distracted – as though he was going to wait – as the Southern Carrion Crawler opens its mouth, letting out a ferocious cry in its own language toward Remsfeld.
Instead Elby chooses to move forward and attack, his loading and firing a blur of action. He actions as so fluid and perfect that whatever poison was in his system has run its course.
Both Inara and Alion HEAR the arrow past between them – Elby choosing to split them rather than shoot over their heads. From the corner of the his eye Remsfeld sees the arrow pass by, barely missing his nose and even taking off one of the hairs of his long beard before then the arrow disappears down the Southern Carrion Crawler’s gullet.
The creatures cry abruptly stops as it deals the new foreign object.
Radegast takes out his axe-hammer, waving it gently in front of the Ettin and the Northern Carrion Crawler. For a moment it looks like his is doing nothing or some sort of hypnotic effect until the axe-hammer bursts into flame.
Radegast’s small muscle twitches fire, at which point he becomes a nightmare of fabulous fury, first slamming the axe-hammer downward into the Ettin’s groin. The Ettin wiggles its body as though it is trying to escape a nightmare – though then with a mighty shudder it shakes off whatever was bothering it.
Radegast’s fury continues as he catches the Northern Carrion Crawler in the face with his backswing. Not only does he injure the carrion he manages to shove it partially back into the bit to give the group a moment of combat advantage.
Inara’s shuriken flashes brightly as she throws it at the Southern Carrion Crawler. Her throw is as ugly as Elby’s shot was beautiful. Inara’s throw is so terrible her shuriken sinks into Remsfeld’s shoulder (8 hp).
Qwyn keeps his rod pointed at the Northern Carrion Crawler as another bolt of dark, crackling energy starts from his rod and then ends at his foe, as though the foe itself was cursed. The tielfling punctuates the action by yelling, “Eat my socks!”
Alion whispers a brief prayer and a divine light washes over Radegast, helping to mend his wounds (24 hp back.)
“My turn!” cries the blinded head of the Ettin as it peels itself off the ground. It seems to steady itself with a calming breath – almost as though it was getting a second wind.
“Feed me more!” it cries, turning its good head toward Radegast. Its cleaver slices through the air, with a nearly flawless swing destined to crush Radegast. That is until Voss moves in and thwarts the attack with a timely thrust of his blade. A thrust so timely that the blade sinks neatly into the surprised Ettin.
The Southern Crawler gurgles through its cry that what interrupted half a life-time ago and then retreats into the pit. Bones and ancient armor is tossed aside as it burrows out of site. It is fast enough that no one can react to its sudden retreat.
The Northern Crawler moves forward, bringing itself back to the front edge of the pit. Its tentacles lash out at Radegast. Radegast moves in the nick of time, barely avoiding the poisonous tentacles, though a voice in the back of the head lets him know that being hit would have been very bad this time.
Remsfeld, with the Southern Carrion Crawler gone, turns his attention toward the Northern Carrion Crawler. His greatsword makes a gracefull figure-eight, before lashing out at his opponent. There is a loud squish as the sword disappears deep into the creature’s body before being withdrawn – with a healthy amount of green blood on it.
From across the room firey read beads streak from Stones’s fingers. You are all familiar with this maneuver, the last time resulting in a burned down bar. This time the flames burst forth from between the Ettin and the Northern Crawler. The Northern Crawler manages to duck away – the pit giving it just enough room to instinctively duck behind.
The Ettin catches it full in its blinded face though.
Boxed in between two ridiculously powerful enemies Radegast waves his hand at the Ettin and dark, cracking energy – the same kind as from the tiefling – springs forth. It strikes the Ettin directly in the chest, though the Ettin is unfazed.
The party takes half a breath after this round. As does your enemy.
There isn’t even enough time for silence as a rustling begins in the pit. To your shock from different directions undead bodies climb out; a mixture of shredded clothing hanging from skeletons. You are all well are of the legends of these creatures.
Zombies.
(Your current positions)
DM Notes:
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