Autumn reaches for his trick knife, trying to gauge the distance. He grabs it and with a mighty toss...
Oh, that's right. That knife is probably still back at the bar. Autumn begins to slide down to grab a weapon, but realizes that Chin needs his help immediately. Despite the fear in his eyes, Autumn forces himself up the dune as fast as he can with the intent to grapple Milo and help Chin land a few blows to knock some sense into Milo.
Post by dangerouschinchilla on Jan 12, 2016 0:41:18 GMT
Chin is surprised by the first blow and anticipated the follow-up, dropping his should into the fist, so the blow connected with his armor. Standing and twirling, he draws his rapier scimitar and, finishing his spin, brings the blade in a low arc before hoping to hew off the undead gnomes arm.
RqSbpQr41d20+6 to hit (lol only a 1 misses standard zomb)
1d8+4 to damage
If I can add a "disarming strike" for flavour since he doesn't have any items being held...just his arms, I'd like to add that.
1d8 superiority damage.
DC 14 strength save or lose a weapon... If allowed
Davok continues his precarious ascent up the dune, trying not to trip over his rapier on the process. Chin's attempt to truncate Milo at the arm only succeeds in mangling his shoulder. Pain being a concern for the living, the mindless Milo continues his assault on Chin unperturbed.
The ranger stumbles a few feet up to Milo, finally jumping at his legs to grab them. At this point, Autumn is shaken up and closes his eyes during his tackle attempt. (I am assuming Autumn has disadvantage on this roll. Milo needs to make either an Athletics or Acrobatics check to avoid the grapple.)
Blindly tackling the small gnome, Autumn actually manages to grab him by his waist. Milo struggles angrily against Autumn's grip with surprising strength, still trying to continue his assault on Chin, but Autumn's grasp holds firm.
The zombied Milo is starting to look a little worse for wear with a savage shoulder wound and a deep puncture wound near his throat. Davok, breathing heavily from the sudden exertion of running up a sand dune in the hot sun, finally reaches Milo and stabs at him with his rapier.
Davok stumbles as he reaches the top, almost missing with his strike and hitting Autumn, but Autumn sees him at the last second and shifts over slightly allowing Davok to pierce Milo through his thigh. Milo is starting to move more sluggishly but continues to wail on Chin with all his strength.
Chin ducks gracefully below Milo's swings, almost as if he were performing some kind of exotic bow. Using Milo's momentum against him, he thrusts with surgical precision at Milo's eye, piercing all the way through to the back of his skull...
Chin looks around the area scratching his head, trying to discern what magical force might have transformed Milo into a denizen of the undead. After a few moments contemplation he gives up, realizing his knowledge of the magical arts is limited. Turning his attention back towards the body he begins looking it over for signs of bite marks, puncture wounds (other than the ones he and Davok inflicted), scratches... Nothing. Opening his mouth he looks inside for some sign of disease but isn't familiar enough with gnomish physiology to know what's supposed to be there and what isn't.
Feeling around his extremities he does notice that parts of Milo's body are cold. Colder than they should be. Almost as if someone had left frozen meat thawing in the hot sun.
Post by dangerouschinchilla on Jan 12, 2016 14:51:02 GMT
Chin sighs disappointingly when he is unable to draw any conclusions or even guessed as to what could be wrong. During the poking and prodding, a drip of blood falls from his nose, reminding Chin of the successive blows he took to his face. Standing up and taking a pace back, he tenderly pats his face making sure everything is fine and then speaks to Davok.
"Davok, surely someone of your erudition could have some ideas about what happened to our friend here. I couldn't detect any magical presence nor does there seem to be a medicinal explanation. All I noticed was that his extremities appear to be quite cold, far colder than he should be in the desert. Perhaps you could take a look? Autumn and I will ensure he doesn't rise up again." He says, cleaning off his rapier blade with the foot hem of his robe.
"Did we really need to kill him?" asks Autumn as he lets Milo's body slide onto the sand. "I mean, we could have just run away, maybe pushed him down a dune and get in the cart without trouble." Autumn frowns, kneeling down as Chin searches the body. "Alas, poor Milo, we knew him... well, I guess we kind of knew him. Almost. Better him than me." Autumn shudders but keeps a close eye on any movement from Milo. Better to be safe than sorry. "I don't exactly want to disturb the dead, but maybe he has something in his pockets? Might be a clue or two there."
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