Wither is left in a heap, on the floor of the operating room. I've been down some time now... Also, I'm about to leave on a three week vacation and when I get back I have a pretty busy autumn. I think that I'm going to use this as a reasonable time to lay my cards on the table. Pulpatoon, your game...

Well, I’m glad I flushed someone with victory.

Comprehension slowly dawns on Thunk 's furry face. Something isn't right. Why is this man yelling an alarm? Thunk takes another look at the bare tables, the array of strange tools, the distinct lack of ferns and cucumber water. Then it finally hits him. "This spa not licensed!" he declare...

Wither, emboldened by the sudden awareness of allies, leaps (LEAPS!) towards the door.
He will attempt to pull it closed, securing the exit from escape.

If successful, he raises one long sickly finger to his taught lich lips, and emits a single threatening Shhhhhhhhhh...... to the two acolytes.

[2d4] = 5

STR [1d20] = 17
DEX [1d20] = 10
CON [1d20] = 17
WIS [1d20] = 14
INT [1d20] = 11
CHA [1d20] = 10

I'll come back to this..

So, looks like I got a bit of a bump to my dexterity, intelligence, and charisma.
Also, no longer 1 hit point...

Wither , realizing there is yet some time to spare, crawls out of the sack, fashions it into a satchel, deposits the scrolls within and searches among the available tools, testing their balance and efficacy by stabbing the air with menacing practice blows. Satisfied that the chosen weapon is fit fo...

Hooboy. Is there anything in the room that might allow waking these PC's up? Reversal agents, etc.? Wither is fairly learned so he might know if he sees anything.

Do the doors look like they lock from this side?

His interest piqued, and no one about (it seems), Wither quickly steals away, low to the floor like an undead commando, snatches the scrolls and gets back in the sack where he reviews them furtively.

Oh. I assumed he was dismembered: Wither himself had been collected in a sack and dumped ceremoniously in a corner of the room, ext to a bin labeled in Undercommon: "DISCARD HEADS." So Wither can get up and move about? Does the urethra know this? Are we alone in the room, still? If yes the...

My understanding is that Wither is in pieces in a sack.

Wither Whither positions himself tactically in front of the lazily sleeping Gori and sidekick. Thrusting his staff before him towards the chest of Erethria, choking down his panic, he fairly hisses (in his best evil undead voice): Wait! What do you seek? A little stick? Perhaps our interests are no...

Wither Whither examines the sleeping Gori and tyrannoclops and sighs Really? Ugh. The living. . His only hope to create a diversion, Wither casts his mind towards any and all of his meteorological knowledge and summons a storm: Of wind in torrents whipping and turning the debris and dust and dirt, ...

It just occurred to me that we haven’t determined WHICH WAY we’re running. I assume west across the bridge, in zig zag fashion while Erethria is busy fuming.

Wither Whither will do as Gori does, attempting not to throw his hip out.

Good to see that Wither’s back in the game! In truth, I kinda got into the habit of just skimming, scrolling, and giffing lately. I got lost in the double crossing.

So our threat now is just basically Urethria?

Wither Whither, his undead head peering from Doctor Gori’s sack:

Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Lets parse this horror because I love this weapon (I’ll use it someday in a game): is it a straight 6d6 roll applied to everyone or per character (rolled individually) within 60’?

Also, is this yours pulpatoon or is it in the module?

Oh crappola! The UnseenServant occasionally logs me out and then I don’t get email notifications. Ima still here though. Am I in one piece yet or a bag of bones?!

...if not, will someone please pick my sorry ass up and take me with you?

DEX + BONUS [1d20+2] = 8+2 = 10 Damage: [1d6] = 5 Well, this is curious. What happens now? Frail: Begin with maximum 1 HP. When you advance a level, you roll d4’s instead of d8’s for additional hit points. Hard to Kill: Reaching 0 HP does not permanently kill you. As long as your entire body is not...

Wither Whither raises his staff, I have a stick with which we can prod!, eagerly aiding Doctor Gori. He pauses once reaching his side. Doctor Gori? Trauma? Certainly not Family Practice.

He carefully pushes his staff at the flesh of the slain beast, aiding the doctor with his caltrop.