Night of the Living Dead (Umbralume)

[Rio]

Testing.... 1 2 3. If this posts, can one of you guys (Kodos, Reg, or anyone else) try posting here as well and see if it gives you an error messages? Thanks.

[EDIT]
Looks like it worked...

[Kodos]

If this post goes through, Reg, you need to post :3

[Regantor]

Lucia felt her holy powers diminishing down to a trickle, and raised her hand in order to focus together some of her more primitive, manual powers. This annoyed her, but not much else. She had been fighting the damned things for so long that she barely even registered the piled bones wetly crunching beneath her boots.

An end to the madness was an impossible dream, in the bigger picture. So she simply thought of what she always did, and that was putting as many of the bastards back into the dirt as possible.

Cure Light Wounds Mass

1d8+11=5+11=16

Eleven zombies took 16 damage each.

I've marked down which ones on the map via the little red Xes. All of the zoms in those particular cells are down by 16 HP.

Used another online dice roller for this since invisibubble castul is still down.

[Kodos]

Several minutes later it was finally all over. 128 Zombie corpses and associated bits of blood, gore, and, well, bits, littered the floor of the decrepit old cabin.

Maybe the Zombies had some loot on them? They certainly didn't need it anymore...

Of course, no one was dead, but those Zombies had taken more than chunks of flesh out of them. Tired and hurting, they would need more than Potions of Cure Wounds, for sure.

[Regantor]

Blood was streaming out of Mishkala's already crimson-coloured wings, making them look even more horrific in the dim light. Her talon was trying to sooth her badly bitten left shoulder, yet predictably not doing a very good job. The actual Drow fingers on her oppisate hand looked half broken, but were still religiously gripping her rapier.

She just stared ahead. Twitching, quivering every now and then, but not making a noise past her aching breath.

Her expression said it would probably not take very much to topple that composure.

"...Titian..."

Barely a whisper.

"...Titian... one of your po... tions..."

"...Please..."

"...I'll carry you on my back... home... or an...y...thing... just..."

[Evil_Cake]

Titian removed a few potions from his handy haversack, and offered them to Mishkala. "These two should make your wounds heal better, and this one is in case those zombies had any diseases..."

SPOILER! :

TITIAN gives to MISHKALA, one potion of cure serious wounds, one potion of cure critical wounds, and one potion of remove disease

Then, he took another potion of CURE DISEASE out of his bag and drank that himself.