Zombies are bad, mmkay?
Well we certainly had some interesting events last night. The guild sent out some greenhorn after me for reasons I have yet to determine, and he's tugging along this stick of a druid, I still haven't figured out if they are working together. We've decided to let them tag along because I've met useful druids before, however this one isn't shining so far. After we met the new folks one of the evil bandits woke up and tried to play us for fools, but I quickly saw through his clever disguise and we eliminated another threat.
We explored the back of the cave and quickly found out that just because it looks like a rock, sounds like a rock, and acts like a rock doesn't mean it is one. For some reason our druid felt compelled to make up a name for the strange beast while it was impaling our fighter, luckily he was able to mostly shrug off the attack and severed the beast. After that we decided it would be a great idea to explore further, the nagging voices in my head are really hopping there's treasure down here to justify this.
As we scouted below my enemies superhuman sense pierced even my skilled stealth and as I crept around a building our opponents lept out and battle was joined. Things were going reasonably with that old red haired bastard until his reinforcements showed up, two freaky looking magical bastards and a horde of zombies! Honestly I can't tell you much of what went on, I found a break in the line to go after the cleric looking man and I quickly found him and myself locked in a struggle to the death... with 3 zombies helping out his side. I was up, and down, and nearly had him on the ropes after several might blows but he just healed himself again.. god I hate that. Eventually I went down and stayed down until our poor cleric Voras could patch me up after the fight was winding down.
Apparently from what the others told me the zombies where quite a problem, but I think this just stems from their incompetence in combat. Oh well, hopefully we can find a safe place to rest, I can recover my daggers, and then I can begin recovering all my new belongings everyone was carrying.
We explored the back of the cave and quickly found out that just because it looks like a rock, sounds like a rock, and acts like a rock doesn't mean it is one. For some reason our druid felt compelled to make up a name for the strange beast while it was impaling our fighter, luckily he was able to mostly shrug off the attack and severed the beast. After that we decided it would be a great idea to explore further, the nagging voices in my head are really hopping there's treasure down here to justify this.
As we scouted below my enemies superhuman sense pierced even my skilled stealth and as I crept around a building our opponents lept out and battle was joined. Things were going reasonably with that old red haired bastard until his reinforcements showed up, two freaky looking magical bastards and a horde of zombies! Honestly I can't tell you much of what went on, I found a break in the line to go after the cleric looking man and I quickly found him and myself locked in a struggle to the death... with 3 zombies helping out his side. I was up, and down, and nearly had him on the ropes after several might blows but he just healed himself again.. god I hate that. Eventually I went down and stayed down until our poor cleric Voras could patch me up after the fight was winding down.
Apparently from what the others told me the zombies where quite a problem, but I think this just stems from their incompetence in combat. Oh well, hopefully we can find a safe place to rest, I can recover my daggers, and then I can begin recovering all my new belongings everyone was carrying.
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Posted on July 02, 2009 04:00
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