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[Roll initiative.]

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The sailor screamed as the spar and rigging erupted into flame, an unholy green phosphorescence that glowed and howled but did not burn.

He toppled backwards from the mast, windmilling his arms, his scream taking on a higher pitch as he fell.

He crashed against the deck of the caravel, skin splitting and blood shooting from the broken body in a fan.

Another sailor watched, wide-eyed with fear and gibbering prayers unintelligibly as the baleful green flames spread along the gunwales.

Around the ship raged storm unlike anything the crew had ever seen, tearing at the sails, at loose clothing, tearing at their souls. It was no natural storm, fireballs shrieked in tightening loops around the ship, as if each had a malefic mind of its own. The sky was black cloud, broiling and flashing with dark power. The stooping waves were created by foam, that twisted and contorted into horrifying, agonised faces.

The praying sailor screamed once, sucked in a breath and screamed again, louder, demented and drove his own knife into his eye socket, killing himself.

The balls of fire hackled and swooped in towards the ship, alighting on the deck in a burst of liquid-like black smoke.

Stepping from the smoke came the lumbering, jerking undead, teeth nattering. Their eyes were bloodshot, shrivelled and lidless. They otherwise looked like corpses that had putrefied, their flesh no more than a coat of red-brown slime on glistening yellowed bones.

The first zombie to emerge was attacked by the brave bos'n with an axe. The creature batted the blow aside and rammed its fist down the bos'n's throat. The man struggled, until the zombie ripped out its arm, clutching the bos'n's still beating heart.

"This one showed heart!" Said the zombie and its ilk cackled, trudging down the deck towards the aftcastle.

Men dived overboard to escape, others backed away to the stern, whilst up on the helm, Master Casados bellowed above the maelstrom.

"DEAD SQUALL!! Fight for your lives, by the gods, fight for your souls!"

The first zombie threw the heart over its shoulder.

"Yes, fight! We like souls when they wriggle."

Men cowered and pissed down their legs, men mumbled prayers and cried, men screamed for mercy, for their mothers.

Then the doors to the rear cabins sprang open and seven figures strode forth into the Dead Squall, weapons bared and a dauntless look in their eyes.

[+2 conditional modifier to the first player to post an appropriate one-liner.
You are confronted by a group of pathetic zombie mooks and one zombie leader. Post in any order, the outcome will resolve from your initiative rolls.]

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Nestaron

"Wriggle on this."

His sling already whirling, a heavy lead slug in its leather pouch, he began to chant a blessing for those who were about to enter the fray.

[Bless]

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Zoltan

An armoured figure steps out of the cabin, the sound of steel sliding out of a scabbard accompanies him. A look of feverish zeal is in his eyes as he steps forward, long sword and shield in hand. The words engraved on his shield seem to flicker in the light of the fire:

Katra n'ered'ruin mornu

"Who dies first?" He says, then pauses. "Oh, sorry. Too late." The sound of a chuckle seems odd coming from his throat.

[Using Smite Evil. Also let me know any time Racial Power applies.]

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Pulling her greataxe from her back, she stepped forward, a rage beginning to build, her face tightening into a rictus of hate.

"Undead should just be dead," she muttered, almost growling.

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The slight Dark Elf figure clad in black leather looked out at the mayhem and smiled.

His eyes darted to and fro sizing up the opposition. Then he frowned. His dark eyes squinted at the gale and something he saw.

"Herb?" His strong calm voice called. "Is that you?" A flash of a memory had surfaces. The two of them tossing back fine elvish wine. Then another flash where D was slipping his blade into the now deadman's back.

Why could he remember those moments yet not his own name or that of his wife and child?

"And I thought I was screwed. You should have stayed dead. Oh wait you still are and twice as handsome."

With an off hand twitch he sent midnight blade darting at the head zombie.

[OOC Use Flying Blade. Also willing to use Sneak Attack damage if applicable.]

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Tindarien

He runs out into the storm with the others, clad in leather armour and with a amulet hanging on a leather thong around his neck. He has a short sword at his belt, a small crossbow in one hand. He looks young but intense, his green/gold eyes taking in the scene before him, lips tight with determination.

He wastes no time. Raising his off hand, he makes a claw shape with all fingers bent and pushes power to compliment the storm as lightening crackles between his fingers before zapping forward towards the undead.

[OOC Lightening fork]

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He hated undead. They should not be walking around! He took a moment to assess the tactical situation. There were lots of his companions charging in to melee. He might best support them from a distance with his bow. Trusting his companions for the moment, he sights in on the apparent leader of the horde and fires.

[[ Deadeye Archer, & if the to hit is even, Deadly Assault would apply ]]


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The Squall of the Dead tore around the adventurers as they confronted the putrid monsters arrayed on the deck before them. All was bathed in a flickering ghastly green light.

"We will feast on your soul, Princeling, and then s*** it into a hellhole where it belongs!" Sneered the zombie leader, waving its cohorts in to attack.

The so-called Princeling lunged sideways, hand flying out, hurling a black iron dagger at the undead.

It lodged in the leader's throat and it gurgled in annoyance, while the high elf Tindarien unleashed sorcerous energies upon the others. Lightning crackled from his fingertips, burning into the zombie mob and flash-frying two of them in their own foul juices.

As they tumbled to the deck as smoking charcoal, Nestaron rubbed his holy symbol (perhaps a disc of thick, smooth glass), muttering words under his breath. A warm, gentle light bloomed from within the lens and it was if the cleric and those around him felt the warmth of the sun on their skin.

Then Nestaron, his half-orc follower, Heilbutt, and Weston let loose with their stones, spears and arrows into the zombies. The raging storm robbed them of much effect though, and zombies and adventurers clashed in battle.

With a furious roar heard above the fray, Seyja surged forward, blood streaming from her nose, teeth gnashing, her great axe sweeping left, right, left, appendages scattering across the deck. One, two, three, four, the fifth zombie shrieked as the barbarian bore down on it and lopped off its macabre head.

Meanwhile, the undead leader, showing remarkable vitriol, leapt towards D, bringing both hands smashing down the rogue's shoulders. One of the zombie's forearms snapped and skidded off over the side of the ship, but the blow drove D to one knee.

Green balefire rippled along the zombie's skin, its bloodshot eyes staring at D in hatred and the dark elf knew its threats hadn't just been bravura.

But that maybe why the zombie saw Zoltan too late. The paladin sprang, punting off of a barrel with one leg and bringing all his weight to bear. The sword split the undead leader's head down the middle, only stopping when the blade was tangled in rotten viscera.

It was carnage. One zombie remained, legs broken and dragging itself pathetically towards Seyja, muttering:

"Yeah, I'm coming for you, bitch!"

Then it exploded into steaming gobs as it was struck by a bolt of deep deep, freezing cold. From where?

Jexric appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame and looking almost as sick as the zombies. Even as he stood there, his stomach lurched again as the deck swayed. Wasn't it said that the Dragon Emperor pacified the Midland Sea in days of yore? Next time he'd take the road.

The greenish fire faded, leaving only sticky brown residue, whilst the squall petered out with an unnatural groan. The light changed and the storm clouds dissipated to reveal a clear blue sky and the shining sun. The gently rolling sea stretched out for miles around, and to the south was the darker band of a rugged coastline.

What had happened wasn't merely a nightmare, however. The deck was still a gruesome sight, and the ship's crew were cowed and upset. Too many of their mates lied dead.

The caravel was a trader, two masted; one lateen sail, one square, The Issitia.

Master Casados muttered a prayer to several pantheons of gods and stepped down from the aftcastle, doffing his hat.

"Easy now, lads, it's over. Do what must be done." He said softly, before approaching the adventurers. The ship's master was a haggard old sea dog.

"You've paid for your passage twice over. My thanks. Without you aboard, we'd - we'd have been doomed."

[[
D hp: 10/21; rec: 8/8; AC 14, PD 15, MD 11
T hp: 15/18; rec: 8/8; AC 11, PD 12, PD 14
N hp: 25/27; rec: 8/8; AC 17, PD 13, MD 13
H hp: 30/30; AC 16, PD 14, MD 10
W hp: 33/33; rec: 9/9; AC 16, PD 14, MD 11
S hp: 33/33; rec: 8/8; AC 15, PD 15, MD 11
Z hp: 30/30; rec: 8/8; AC 20, PD 13, MD 13
J hp: 24/24; rec: 8/8; AC 14, PD 12, MD 11

Zmb.Ldr hp: 0/60
Zmb.Mks hp: 4/56 (7/mook); no.: 0/8
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[D moves to attack Zombie Leader with Dagger and Flying Blade. Rolled 12+5=17 vs AC 15. Hit
D rolled 1+3=4 damage
T moves to attack Pathetic Zombie Mook with Lightning Fork. Rolled 10+4(+1)=15 vs PD 10. Hit, Chain triggered
T rolled 12+3=15 damage, killing 2 of Pathetic Zombie Mooks
T attacks Zombie Leader with Chained Lightning Fork. Rolled 3+4(+1)=8 vs PD 13. Miss
T does (11+3)/2=7 damage
N casts Bless on himself, H, W, S, Z
N attacks Pathetic Zombie Mook with Staff Sling. Rolled 11+2(+1,+2)=16 vs AC 13. Hit
N rolled 3+1=4 damage
H attacks Pathetic Zombie Mook with Jagged Spear. Rolled 3+6(+1)=10 vs AC 13. Miss
W moves to attack Pathetic Zombie Mook with Longbow. Rolled 8+3(+1)=12 vs AC 13. Miss
W does 1 damage
Pathetic Zombie Mook attacks N with Withered Limb. Rolled 15+5=20 vs AC 17. Hit
Pathetic Zombie Mook does 2 damage
Pathetic Zombie Mook attacks H with Withered Limb. Rolled 10+5=15 vs AC 16. Miss
Pathetic Zombie Mook attacks Weston with Withered Limb. Rolled 4+5=9 vs AC 16. Miss
Pathetic Zombie Mook attacks D with Withered Limb. Rolled 11+5=16 vs AC 14. Hit
Pathetic Zombie Mook does 2 damage
Pathetic Zombie Mook attacks T with Withered Limb. Rolled 19+5=24 vs AC 11. Hit
Pathetic Zombie Mook rolled 2+1=3 damage
Pathetic Zombie Mook takes 1 damage
Pathetic Zombie Mook attacks T with Withered Limb. Rolled 5+5=10 vs AC 11. Miss
S starts Barbarian Rage. Attacks Pathetic Zombie Mook with Great Axe. Rolled 14+5(+1)=19, 11+5(+1)=17. Critical Hit
S rolled 7+4=11*3=33 damage, killing 5 of Zombie Mooks
Zombie Leader attacks D with Rotting Fist. Rolled 16+7=23. Hit
Zombie Leader rolled 6+3=9 damage
Zombie Leader takes 3 damage
Z moves to attack Zombie Leader with Longsword and Smite Evil. Rolled 20+4(+1,+4)=28. Critical Hit
Z rolled 7+9+4=20*3=60 damage, killing Zombie Leader
J moves to attack Pathetic Zombie Mook with Chaos Bolt(Cold). Rolled 19+4=23 vs PD 10. Hit
J rolled 2+3=5 damage, killing Pathetic Zombie Mook]

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It was over before it even got started. A part of him was a bit disappointed. But mostly he was relieved that more damage was not done to the crew that was needed to get them to their destination.

The Master stepped in and started working to get his men back in shape. "You might get them working to clear away the filth", he offered. "Something to occupy their hands might help take their mind off the horror."



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He grunted with effort as he got back to his feet. The blow had been a strong one. He shook his head and tried to clear it. To aid him in the satisfaction that the foul thing was destroyed he slipped the black blad back to wherever it had appeared from.

As he looked around at the carnage he nodded with a grim smile. It was a job well done. To the master of the ship he said "as you said. We had to fight." Part of him wanted to say something soothing for the losses. But he couldn't. It just wouldn't come out. Instead he rested and recovered, reflecting.

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[OOC - Neil - We will have some issues with "Interrupts" during play, as far as it smoothly functioning. For example, when D was hit by the Zombie Leader, Zoltan would have used his Bastion Class Talent Power.]

With a grunt he rips his blade out of the tangle of hip bones and viscera of the Zombie Leader. Grabbing a piece of its rotted clothing he wipes the blade clean and then spits on the corpse.

Turning away from the carnage to let the sailors clean up, he nods to the others. Considering they did not know each other, other than his recent introduction to Weston, they had worked well together.

"No better way to meet new friends than over the slaughter of evil", he says.

Glancing closer at the Dark Elf who fought the leader with him, he notes the zombie slash. "You alright?"

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He nodded "it was a mighty blow. When he was alive he couldn't have managed such. It must have be a powerful evil driving him. I will recover but it may take some time." His last line was said reluctantly.

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"Your sword might have been cleaner =before= you wiped it off", he told Zoltan with a grin. "Might want to give it a better cleaning before you put it up. Wouldn't want it to catch the rot."

[[ First, I =suspect= that we were spared that this time because we 'cleaned house' in one round thanks to some =AWESOME= dice rolling <g> Something that might help, you may notice that I included my 'possible interrupt/adjustment' from a dice result based power in my description. Clearly that may not always work, but could help some <g> Just an idea. ]]


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[OOC - Could help, MikeD. Zoltan has two or 3 different interrupts that can occur on an enemy attack, some even when the enemy misses. In fact he could have used two different ones during this single round of combat based on the rolls and results. Not sure how to run that. Seems a bit disjointed for Neil to make enemy rolls and then ask for interrupts before posting results.]

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As soon as it was clear that the fray was ending, before the last zombie re-perished, he beckoned Heilbutt over and sent him below for the large case of healing remedies and bandages, though he suspected that triage would show the need for magical healing or quick release, given what the sailors had suffered. Looking over to see that 'D' was standing and relatively hale, he headed for the worst looking but still twitching and set to work.

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Breathing heavily, the barbarian female looked around with an almost confused expression, surprised it was over so quickly. Leaning on her greataxe, she wiped at her nose with the back of her left hand.

She had a coppery taste in her mouth and a certain queasiness in her stomach; it was always this way when coming down from a raging battle.

Seyja spit over the gunwales.

"Well, that learned 'em."

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[[ Yeah, Zeim. I doubt that there is a single answer. And in the end, it will be up to Nep to decide what to use <g>

In my case (see above), there really was just one 'useful' possible 'perk', so I mentioned it and how I wanted to use it. Clearly that won't always work. But, and this may be the thing that helps the most, mentioning them ... even when you don't know ahead of time what you might do with the result ... will at least let the GM know when he needs to 'interrupt' things to get further input. Otherwise, it seems like a combat like the previous could take 2 weeks or more if done in the traditional manner. ]]


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Stretching his shoulders and rubbing the back of his neck, D knew he'd have some soreness in the morning, but also knew he'd had far far worse.

Heilbutt was immediately by Nestaron's side when beckoned, bowing his head respectfully.

The half-orc was a monster himself, standing six and half feet of bulging muscle, pale, heavily freckled skin and just as much tawny hair on his shoulders and arms as on his head.

He wielded a short spear with a long, jagged blade and hailed from a fishing tribe in the Wake Islands. The half-orc wasn't much a talker, but he nodded in reply to Nestaron and ran to fetch the healing supplies.

The ship master stepped aside to let him pass, and smiled stoically at Weston.

"Aye, these men won't forget this voyage. Most sailors of these waters, think of 'em as the Empire's own tamed sea.

"But in the airs above, and below its bed, deep deep down? No, the Midland Sea is still a sea. Its trecheries are just less normal!" Said Master Casados.

The sailors busied themselves, doubly so once Heilbutt brought the supplies. But otherwise they stayed well away from the adventurers, staring at them in awe when they thought they wouldn't notice.

Although The Issitia's home port was Santa Cora, it was on a return voyage.

D had joined the ship as a passenger in Shadow Port, Nestaron, Heilbutt and Tindarien from one of the islands en route to Glitterhaegen. Jexric had boarded in Glitterhaegen itself, then they'd fished Seyja from the sea before they reached Axis, where finally Zoltan and Weston had joined the passengers.

They'd had a day or two to get to know one another. It was a large, slow ship, a caravel built for cargo capacity and all-weather sailing, with plenty of floor space for the more rugged passenger.

It wouldn't have made it through the rest of the day without its passengers. As it was, it would soon by at its next port of call, the fishing town of Rosencliff.

About it, the talk aboard told them several things.

It was ruled by a relatively young woman, the Lady Morgen, inherited from a deceased and elderly husband.

About a month ago, she vanquished the Black Salties pirate gang from this stretch of coast.

About a week ago, Sir Edward the Red's white horse had been recovered in the town, carrying treasure.

That treasure had already been seized by the ruler, but rumours were spreading that 'Red Ed' might have awoken something evil on a nearby peak called the Titan's Elbow.

The Issitia stopped at Rosencliff, like most other traders, for the sole reason of buying mother of pearl from the local fishermen.

So there was some wealth in the town, and now too, trouble it seemed.

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The Dark elf spent much of his time above decks. Not that the sea air was all that refreshing, but it was better than in the bowels of the ship. If he was uncomfortable traveling on a rolling ship it didn't show. He was clearly a land lubber but he made do.

He would listen and engage with others about the new ruler and whatever scuttlebutt they had heard. He himself had little to offer, but stated he was headed there to meet the woman.

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He was often on deck, but unlike 'D' ... why didn't he have a real name, he wondered, but had not gotten around to talking to the man about it. He seemed uncomfortable enough just being on the ship ... unlike 'D', he enjoyed watching the water and their passage across the sea. It was much easier than caravaning! and the view was nicer as well.



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While he spent much of the voyage ensuring that all salvageable wounded were cared for properly, the rest of his time was generally caught up with drilling Heilbutt on his knowledge of herbs, adding to the Ranger's basic knowledge-base whatever seemed appropriate whenever he found gaps. He'd focused mainly on identifying and gathering. They also sparred, staff against spear, and he himself slept above decks whenever possible.

The half-elf spoke little, though when he did, the bare bones of the battle he'd walked into between miners and guardsmen came out. He'd not fought on either side, but rather set up a tent to one side where all comers were healed, regardless of politics. He'd seen Tindarien there of course, but didn't even know - or care really - on which side the elf had fought.

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Zoltan

Once things settle down, he spends time cleaning and oiling his gear. the salt water plays hell with metal. He is a bit annoyed at the encounter with the zombies. Not that he regretted killing them. They needed killing and it was awfully convenient for them to come to him and not force him to track them down.

However he'd been playing cards and dice with the sailors at night below decks, and now they won't let him into the game. Oh, not that they won't let him play. They won't stop him., But he can tell things are different now. They're far too polite and deferential and it ruins the enjoyment.

So instead he sits up on deck, practicing sword routines and keeping his gear clean until they reach their destination.

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Tindarien

After the battle, he quietly helps with the wounded. Not that he has skills in that area but some have difficulty moving and he can help with that. He nods amiably to Nestaron, occasionally asking where he might assist further.

Apart from this he has kept much to himself but watches the others as they pass the time. After a while he gets gracefully to his feet and moves over to Zoltan as he works on his sword.

"That was an impressive move on that zombie. You say you are against evil. Is this a general attitude or do you have any specific motivation?"

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She did not talk much as she stood there along the ship's railing, stance wide, lithe body rolling with the motion of the water. Ever so often she would sit against the railing and tend to her gear, especially her greataxe which she kept clean, oiled and very sharp.

When her eyes happened upon one of the elves aboard ship, they would narrow slightly.

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