In the corridor
Traesta attempts to invoke Paldon's protections, but she cannot feel his strength. Lannas moves forward to make a secondary line of defense along side
Traesta, and
Igber and Dorath fall back a bit while
Pebble remains in back to guard the passage behind.
Conweena and Harker step into the room with their backs against the wall to form the most effective defensive position possible, and brace for the onslaught of undead. They need not wait long. The first undead creature, screaming with bloodlust charges into them mindless of it's own well-being and is swiftly cut apart by the blades the two companions wield.
undead initiative
Before it's corpse hits the floor, however, it's three companions traverse the unlit portion of the room to join the battle.
Undead 8: This ghoul's tattered leather armor barely clings to its skeletal frame, revealing flesh torn with grievous wounds underneath. The ghoul's eyes, clouded with a hunger-driven madness, dart around with feral intensity, seeking its next prey. Gnarled fingers end in sharp, broken nails, ready to rend and tear at any unfortunate soul that crosses its path.
Undead 10: This ghoul's rotted clothing hangs in tatters from its emaciated form, a testament to its decayed state. The stench of death clings to it like a foul miasma, emanating from the gaping wounds that mar its flesh. Its once keen eyes, now glazed over with a hunger-driven lust, scan the surroundings for any signs of life to sate its insatiable craving. The limping gate of it's twisted limbs doesn't slow it's pace as it emits a low, guttural growl, a warning that it will consume anything it can get it's claws into.
Undead 14: Draped in ragged remnants of what was once a seafarer's garb, this ghoul runs with an eerie, lurching gait, its torn clothing flapping loosely with it's strides. Exposed ribs jut out from its chest, the flesh around them torn and gnawed upon. Its hollow gaze betrays a mind consumed by primal instinct, devoid of reason or remorse.
As they emerge from the shadows, their gaunt forms cast grotesque silhouettes in the torch-light. A chilling reminder of the horrors that lurk in the darkness.They are dead now, but their appearance is dissimilar to other undead you have encountered here. These seem 'fresher' somehow, if that's the right word.
The battle is joined. With 3 new foes, those of you with a 3/2 attack rate only get one attack again this round.
Declare your actions and Roll initiative, and your attack rolls
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