Café de Nuit

Donovan looks up to see van Rijn staring at him, his eyes cold as steel. The traitor gestures, and a heavyset man carrying a mace steps forward. The flash of the torches on the mace's metal head is the last thing Donovan sees.

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"One down," van Rijn mutters. "Keep it up, lads."

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Donovan, your character is dead. Feel free to jump in with someone else if you like. For those worried--this was OK'd with Donovan's player by PM, and he has another character waiting in the wings.

Gertrude looked up at the sound of a loud shout upstairs, followed closely by a sound of something being wrecked. A couple of the Brothers stood before the opened door of the library.

THEN the web descended upon her, sticky strands coating her limbs.

“Bloody sun!”

Fortunately- at least for the moment- this sudden turn in events was yet out of van Rijn’s sight. And the zombies were also in danger of getting caught in the webbing if they did attack.

The invisible figure struggled to break free and try to race up the steps. She hissed out to those around her, “Gentlemen, do any of you possess the ability to hold portals?! They need you upstairs- right now!” Louder, she called out, “And for heaven’s sake, if any of you can dispel magic, now would be a good time!”

OOC: I leave it up to the DM to roll to see if she’s able to make any progress up the stairs. I don’t trust myself to be honest in telling my rolls…:P

"DONOVAN! NO!", yells Viktor.

Quickly, he does run toward the entrance and turns back toward the opponent. "good angle, perfect".

Seconds later, Viktor cast a lightning bolt in front of him, destroying most of the undead.

Van Rijn doesn't seem affected at all. However, he has much less friends now.

OOC: Gertrude is partially entangled but may move only 5 feet in this round.

The front ranks of van Rijn's troops push forward, stabbing and slashing at those entangled by the web. As their ranks are shattered by the lightning bolt, van Rijn snarls and gestures. A fireball explodes among the back ranks, destroying the web and killing several of the Manoir's defenders. Stepping forward, van Rijn casually animates the fallen Donovan; then, turning his head from side to side in an odd, inhuman motion, he disappears.

OOC: Everyone within the web takes 2d4 damage and is now freed as the web burns. We'll assume no-one of the named characters is affected by the fireball.

Van Rijn casts ethereal jaunt and goes up the stairs; only those able to see ethereal objects can see him do so.

OOC: Okay... that'll work

Zombovan rises, his eyes now a milky white. He shambles forward, his intelligence muted and fleeting after his ressurection as undead. He lunges at a trapped figure and begins to throttle him while bending over to rip at the exposed throat with his teeth.

Desperately Gertrude continued her wrestling with the webbing, thankful even for the few feet which took her a little farther from the zombies. Break free, break free, was a mantra running through her mind as she continued her turtle’s-pace race towards the staircase and the sanctuary above.

She was only slightly relieved at van Rijn’s disappearance; it would mean less power directed at her. But there were other rooms he could investigate, and heavens only knew what he’d retrieve to his advantage.

Break free, break free…

OOC: Same as before...

"I've wanted to try this on for a while." Hartly mutters coming out of the armory after having made his preparations (See the armory). He begins to mutter another of his odd spells (Flame Strike), targeting an area to engulf as many of his foes as possible while leaving the loyalists unscathed.

Llana wrote:Desperately Gertrude continued her wrestling with the webbing, thankful even for the few feet which took her a little farther from the zombies. Break free, break free, was a mantra running through her mind as she continued her turtle?s-pace race towards the staircase and the sanctuary above.

She was only slightly relieved at van Rijn?s disappearance; it would mean less power directed at her. But there were other rooms he could investigate, and heavens only knew what he?d retrieve to his advantage.

Break free, break free?

OOC: Same as before...

The destruction of the web by van Rijn's fireball leaves Gertrude free, if slightly scorched.

Tobias Blackburn wrote:"I've wanted to try this on for a while." Hartly mutters coming out of the armory after having made his preparations (See the armory). He begins to mutter another of his odd spells (Flame Strike), targeting an area to engulf as many of his foes as possible while leaving the loyalists unscathed.

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"Ah, thanks to the powers, you have more evocation spells. Lightning bolt was the only one I have", Viktor said.

"Illusions are not quite as interesting agsinst undead".

He looks at the corpses on the ground. Many friends, many apprentics laid there. Death, she said...

"I believe we should clean the first floor before going up, to make sure we do not get trapped later between two walls of fire".

An involuntary cry broke from Gertrude’s lips as her wish was granted in a rather unfortunate way. Blisters rose upon her invisible left cheek and her left hand. Tears streamed unseen down her face, but she ignored them to turn to Huntly and Viktor.

“Is there anything we can use in the laboratory in terms of chemicals?”

"good idea! we could make some molotov cocktails against the zombies!"

Viktor Hazan wrote:

Tobias Blackburn wrote:"I've wanted to try this on for a while." Hartly mutters coming out of the armory after having made his preparations (See the armory). He begins to mutter another of his odd spells (Flame Strike), targeting an area to engulf as many of his foes as possible while leaving the loyalists unscathed.

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"Ah, thanks to the powers, you have more evocation spells. Lightning bolt was the only one I have", Viktor said.

"Illusions are not quite as interesting agsinst undead".

He looks at the corpses on the ground. Many friends, many apprentics laid there. Death, she said...

"I believe we should clean the first floor before going up, to make sure we do not get trapped later between two walls of fire".

Hartly gazed at the blaze in satisfaction before responding to Hazan.

"I'm afraid that I only have a slight evocation left now." He explained. "though I can offer minor healing to a few in need." He glanced at the group to see who was in the most need of it.

Seeing the blisters on Kingsley, Hartly stepped down to her.

"If I may." He said, reaching down while invoking a spell that sounded similar to the one he cast on Lord Balfour (Cure Light Wounds). He manipulated the energy, forcing it to sooth and knit burned flesh.