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Chapter 3: Two if By Sea


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Harlan darted forward again, swinging a fist towards the spectre. "Yanno, I'm getting quite good at punching ghosts!" He shouts! He doesn't line the shot up very well, offering only a glancing blow to the spectre.

 

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Punch is Shock 1/15 AC

 

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Summer, Day 34 - Dusk

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Each fighter closes in to try to get an attack, but they feel as though they are not biting as well as they should. Even still, the apparition appears to be less coherent than it was when it was first seen. Some progress must be being made.

While Stavard is able to avoid the attack itself, the icy claw of death reaches out for him, and he knows that should it reach him, the results will be perilous!

Combat!

 

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Exhaustion
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Beitris grunts as the creature does not go down. She debates taking the time to reload her weapon, but instead pulls her axe and rushes to close the circle on the ghostly creature. She swings her axe hard at the creature, not holding a thing back. "Who are you?" She asks the question even as her axe comes down.

 

Shock

Thing also takes 2 shock damage minus whatever resistance it has. Shocking assault treats everyone as AC10 for shock

 

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Stavard curses as his blows are not biting as deep as they should. But this was war writ small and there was no way things should be. War and violence were a corrupting and chaotic force, tearing and fragmenting the tapestry about them.

He drew a small hand axe that had been modified for combat and swung it at his foe.

Steady, steady, all steady! Drive this fiend back into the Abyss!

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axe swing
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1d20+6 11
axe 5/AC15 1d6+4
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Summer, Day 34 - Dusk

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Beitris climbs over a short bed, swinging at the creature as each tries to get their blows in. However, it continues to float and fight! Once again it reaches out for Stavard! However, it goes far and wide!

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The impact of the foul apparition send a foul vibration up his arm and into his chest. But Stavard stood fast and unbloodied. He spat in the things eyes if it indeed had any eyes in the sense to speak out for perhaps knowledge of the world was transmitted to it like a dream its soul or imprisoned facsimile thereof locked away in a realm far from the understanding of mortals. Perhaps it had been a chef or a scullery in a time long forgotten the memory and all remnants of such expiated ages ago.

The sailor disregarded all this for the moment was all that mattered. Stavard swung the axe again. The blows were not as deep as he would like, but the axe nonetheless found some purchase. There was patience in butchery.

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axe_swing
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axe_dmg_5/AC15
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Stavard spat. He had survived much in his time on this new landform. And he would evidently persevere a little longer. He took a torch, kindled a small blaze in the kitchen fireplace, and then picked up the rags with the tip of his spear. Taking care to not let the rags touch him, the sailor muttered about the restless nature of the dead in this strange place as he cast the last remains if that even was the proper word to use here into the fire.

Silently, he watched the rags burn away, and then he scattered the ashes and stomped them to nothingness beneath his boots. Stavard turned away.

Shall we? There is more to this place that we do not yet know.

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brother_koji.png.db3e3bb099e1b76d282b3e6b702cc501.pngBrother Koji 

"There are so many of these restless spirits, it seems that they have been here for a long while, I feel that we are missing some vital information that has been lost in ancient history. perhaps we should look around and see if we can't piece things together, as opposed to just heading from one fight to the next."

With that Koji starts to look at where the shade-spirit rose from, to see if there is anything about.

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Beitris sighs in relief when the creature finally vanishes. She takes a second to calm her nerves before reloading both of her guns again. She replaces the axe on her hip as well. Only once she is finished does she move. "I thought we WERE looking for answers when that one showed up. I really thought that was going to be a closet..."   She keeps her shotgun out and heads toward the kitchen door she opened, looking for answers as well.

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Summer, Day 34 - Dusk

Searching the room reveals it to be a kitchen, the dishes of the final feast served stacked high, and long since having grown over with something, which said something lived its life and died as well, turning all to dust. What is clear, however, is that after the final meal, no attempt was made to clean.

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Stavard contemplates the scene before them. Decay was in constant tension with the calcification of the final meal of the damned.

A ritual may have taken place here, a ritual to bind the souls of the inhabitants to this place. Not a fabrication of a ritual, but a true ritual involving the spilling of blood. All rituals, genuine rituals, are associated with bloodshed and a ritual that lacks such is no such then but a mockery of such.

There is still more for us here, I suspect. The stairs? I will listen at the base again for sounds of activity first.

And he did.

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