Assault from the ruins...

[Niachi]

(OOC Bob: My last attack roll was a natural 20, doing double dmg: 22 instead of 11. Total dmg 28 to the bearded clubber. It's in Discord)

I have 2 more attacks this round according to Combat & Tactics, p. 50 (thanks Jesse)

Modified rolls: 3 whifff  and 14 (hits AC 4)

dmg: 10 more to the bearded one if I hit. 

[Attilius]

Hawkings continues to protect the groups right flank
[Parry action vs. Melee attacks: AC -1]

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Valmera looks around, ready to repeat action, and trying to recall of any of the local casks in the Inn - 'May any hold oil? Or alcohol? Of course as there should be spirits drinks served!' -
The maiden gets closer to the Captain of the guard - Oil, do we have oil or any alcohol to burn? I know that it's not a nice thought to be wasted but for the way these creatures act, maybe an additional course of action should not be disregarded. Rather get some to cheer our success that keep it for none to enjoy it - Valmera is not sure if he listens to her but she tries to be heard

[OOC: Blowgun (1st att: rolled 8, AC 12,dmg 1; 2nd attack: rolled 4, AC 16, dmg 1. What a difference with Kem!]

[Coden Rokos (Jesse H.)]

Calidane snags his throwing stick out of the air and then wings it back at the gray-skinned horror engaged in combat with Moktli. The spinning stick slams into the side of the foe's head.

(( Initiative 12, attack roll 19 = hit AC 0, 3 bludgeoning damage. Boomerang drops to the ground in that space. ))

[DM Bob]

As we await the last actions - yes, the crit was accounted for. Oof!

[neujack]

(Who hasn't gone yet? I submitted my attack several comments ago, and we're still on round one I think. But I'll give my round two to grease the wheels.)

Baxby hears Valmera's comment, turns to her and smiles: "Good idea!"

He runs into the tavern to see if he can find anything very high proof for a molotov cocktail. (Intelligence check roll: 7, I need a 14).

[Sambar/Berf]

(Initiative Roll: 9)

Sambar Joins the fray, taking a swing at the closest of the grey horrors with his short sword. (Attack Roll: 6)

[DM Bob]

The inn is much too far away to consider such things - across a large bridge and a few city blocks on this side beyond that. You've made a decent pace.

But, Mad Mokka connects and drops his quarry as the rest seem to be in permanent retreat.

The Gray Dwarf Voi also manages to connect with his foe, dropping it. The two cats Ibubesi commands drop a third. You have corpses to investigate, unless you decide to press into the ruins themselves.

The caravan holds fire at this point. The guards muster before the north end of the wagon train.

It seems to be that you're dealing with intelligently directed undead... unless they think for themselves.

[ascieszl]

"Shall we investigate these formerly disquiet dead and perhaps collect some pay?  Or rush out into the ruins like fools?"

[Attilius]

"Flack THAT nonsense! I'm done running" he quips
Hawkings curiously crouches over one of the undead bodies and uses his blade to move any clothes and pouch flaps aside to further examine their contents then the body itself.

[Niachi]

Mokka holsters one axe, eyeing the pair of large multi-legged felines now on his team.

"good kitties"

He holds the spike end of an axe pointed down on the skull of the deadboi he dropped. If it reacts, he will nail it to the alley ground. his free hand takes the spiked club, without touching any dead flesh.

He wipes the club, uses the end to poke any pockets for coin or fun stuff.

"don't touch 'em."

Stands up, dusts himself off. Turns to Capn' Voi as he packs up the club.

"Spoils of war, yah? One down. What's price per head? And WHO runnin' em?"

[Coden Rokos (Jesse H.)]

Calidane moves forward and picks up his throwing stick.

"Best not to let them draw us out."

He glances off where the creatures retreated, and says, "... almost feels like they were just feeling out our defenses."

[neujack]

Baxby looks at the distance they travelled from the tavern, and realises it was further than he thought, so he turns back around.

"Bruv, what ARE these things?"

He tries to see if he can spot where the rest went. (wisdom check: 3, need a 16).

[DM Bob]

There is little but the weapons they carried and the now eliminated hatred they embodied.

Their clothes are simple and out-dated, torn, faded and ragged linen. They smell slightly of cinnamon and clove... was that lemon peel?

The smallest one, dropped by Mad Mokka, is smaller than the dwur. But seems, hmm, dense?

THe others have bounded away into the alleyways. If you were wise? You might think they angled a bit to the north AND west. Perhaps to the spires you've seen in the distance.

Voi grins and bellows out to your group.

"Dinnae thunk yah had it in yah. Take those weapons as payment, eh? If you be the ones taking employment on the morrow? I'll put in a good word ta the House."

He then turns to join with the caravan and it's minders.

[ascieszl]

Ibubesi takes his share of weapons (what'cha got, Bob? I like spears...) and says: "Well, I must sign up on with the new day. "

(And then we rest?)

(Oh, Bob, are there any plants upon which to cast Goodberry in the area?)