>>5518878>19: Successful Leadership rollYour forces to not waver, not even the slaves. As the bugbears and other sundry corpse-creatures crash into the shield wall, the dwarves hold fast. They are more reverent—or more fearful—of you than of this undead horde.
Azonia the Duelist and your other elite melee warriors brandish weapons, waiting for the right opportunity, or for the command to advance. You withhold it for now, for you have seen how effective they will be against the souls of the dead. There are an uncertain number—five, six, more? They intersect with one another, flowing in and out of an ectoplasmic mass. You only know that any number is a bad match-up for an dark elf with swords or a Steeltalon with a club.
>1: Critical failure for your archers and slingersUnfortunately, the archers and slinegrs prove no better match for the corporeal undead. They strike their targets—repeatedly!—but arrow simply stick uselessly in dead flesh, and sling-bullets and stones bounce and ricochet off of these horrific beings beyond all feeling. Some bones break, but by some dread power they seem to re-knit themselves, or simply swing their battered limbs like cudgels.
Your line is driven back. The Hunter, however, is not.
>20: The Hunter proves his worthEven as the line backs up, he advances forward, braving the bugbears and kobolds, the drow and dwarves and unknown undead. He bashes them aside with his bow, wielding it like a quarterstaff, and with deadeyed determination and steely resolve, he holds his ground and re-aims his shot. Unable to acquire a desirable angle, the venerable Steeltalon actually LEAPS as he looses his arrow…
And hits.
Hapo screams in pain and terror, pinned fast to the ancient female’s body by the arrow. It skewers him like a kobold kebab, straight through his cut. Though the Necromancer slaws at the bolt ipaling him, he lacks the strength to loosen it.
The Hunter rattles with harsh laughter, and boasts:
“This is our terrible enemy? I’ve killed cave-bats more fearsome than this one!”
