Village of the Damned
Startled by the woman at the crib, the invisible pair of
Dufr & Dalin decide not to intrude and step backwards away from the cabin. While
Dufr lightfoots his steps and can cross to investigate another cabin with smoke exiting the chimney stack,
Dalin literally puts his foot in it.
With the high roll such a failure, he inadvertently steps upon a cracked verandah board and his heavyweight crashes his foot through it, trapping him up to his calf in splintered wood. The noisy crack of wood is heard in the cabin and the harassed woman rises to investigate.
Actions Dalin a successful FRT skill check means you can lift your foot out of the hole, fail and you are temporarily restrained.
Dufr, any specific action?
Meanwhile outside the hamlet and away from the dwarven eyes, the rest of the group rally to break free of the Scarecrows machinations.
Jorly's mind drifts, intoning a bardic verse, a prophetic requiem that he seems to empathetically feel as a consolation with one of the grimacing Scarecrows.
"While soft winds shook the barley.
While sad I kissed away her tears,
My fond arms 'round her flinging,
The archer's shaft burst on our ears,
From out the wildwood ringing, -
An arrow pierced my true love's side,
In life's young spring so early,
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley!
I bore her to the wildwood screen,
And many a summer blossom
I placed with branches thick and green
Above her gore-stain'd bosom:-
I wept and kissed her pale, pale cheek,
Then rushed o'er vale and far lea,
My vengeance on the foe to wreak,
While soft winds shook the barley!
But blood for blood without remorse,
I've ta'en at Oulart Hollow
And placed my true love's clay-cold corpse
Where I full soon will follow;
And round her grave I wander drear,
Noon, night and morning early,
With breaking heart whene'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley!"
He remains oblivious to dangers flooding around him, caught in a mesmerizing hold that grips fast his volition to move.
"Move, move!" Perseverance Hake commands, grabbing the ranger by the scruff of his collar and marching him off roughly towards a vacant cabin.
Dougal does not fight the manhandling, shuffling and tripping over his feet as he is pulled away from under a Scarecrow's gaze. He is still wrapped up in his thoughts however, not lucid and still not free of the Strawman's mental grasp.
Moriartus goes on the front foot, invoking his own visual fascination with a number of clone
Mirrored Images.
Two-Birds, Ben & Jake back him up, leaving
Fydmar to 'fireman's lift'
Raven off his feet and cart him over his shoulder to follow after the cleric.
Ash Gnolem grabs
Lenore lest the Familiar Cat is driven off into the forest dangers.
Plague Rats: swarming: [1d20]=18[1d20]=18[1d20]=2[1d20]=5[1d20]=18[1d20]=5
A number of festering, drooling rodents rush squeaking from the cornfield to swarm iver the mesmerized monk. They nip and bite, tearing his flesh and clothing,
-3hp but in his trance state, his bloody wounds do not rouse him to proper consciousness.
Moriartus faces down a frowning fiend,
Scarecrows gaze vs Mori, MI1 or MI2 [1d3]=3
who seems to follow the phasing motions of one of his summoned images, trying to snare the phantasm with its Charming eye contact. Advantage then to the mage.
Actions Moriartus vs Scarecrow
and
Hake to other actions please.
Jorly, Raven & Dougal still currently under the afflictions.
