I need a stealth roll then, Thyll.
[ooc] The way this encounter is written is kinda weird so I am just going to change it a bit [/b]
Suddenly a riot breaks out and some of the Khurs and the Nerakans get into blows, beginning to break tables and chairs, while a few are able to get to the Herald,
In Celestial, Thyll directs the snake to attack anyone threatening the Herald.
Kret gets to go first
The rest
then the crowd
The hulking savage charges the men approaching the herald and brings his weapon down heavily on one of them.
Swift action | Activate rage
Move action | Move full 40' to reach the Herald's attackers
Standard action | Attack (or move further if needed)
HP | 18/18
Rage | 6/7
The man who the barbarian strikes goes down causing the mob to focus on the barbarian.
about 15 ft
The snake attempts to bite one of the assailants.
”Yes, let’s!”
Thyll moves in with Viridios through the fog. When she reaches The Herald, she links her arm with his elbow and says ”Come with us if you want to live.”
Weakly the Herald gets up and allows the elf to guide him.
The group is able to shuffle the Hearld to a nearby alleyway as the brawl still rages in full force.
The Herald seems to get his wits and says, "Thank you for helping me back there. It does appear that the Nerakans are still quite touchy on that subject, ho ho ho."
He then turns a glace to all of you and his eyes bug out big time, "Wait a minute! I know you! You names are Virdrios, Thyll, Lokien, Kret... and Lavakat. I saw you... I heard your names and faces in my dreams. Thank the Gods I have found you all. You are the reason I came to this town in the first place."
”Well Holy Habbukuk! You know our names? After spouting out stuff of legend, my gods...” Thyll exclaims then goes silent, imagining the implications. ”Yes, let’s get you out of here, Lokien knows of a safe space. It’s a little out of town. Can you walk a small distance?”
Lokien rolls his eyes as his name is mentioned once more pausing to casually shove one of the brawlers conviently into another's way.
"We should have gone there in the first place but now with this riff raff likely to follow us. I'll be cracking skulls if they mess up the place as it's a little cosy for a small group and not a place to hold this kind of party." as he begins to move towards the exit.
"You know our names because of dreams? I hope those dreams prove illuminating else I can tell you right now. I know nothing!!!"
"Well why would you know the dreams of another?" Lavakhat said with a small laugh as she fell in line. "Though I too would like to know what I was in the dreams of one I've never met."
Kret continues to beat the snot out of the rioters.
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Lokien bellows.
The highlander's head perks up when Lokien shouts. Kret shakes the rage from his mind and rushes back to the dwarf, wiping blood from his brow as he makes his way through the crowd.
He rests a bloodied hand on the dwarf's shoulder. "Sorry about that."
Lokien's head hurt as the smell of blood from Kret rushes into his mind.
Blood. His mind swims as he is suddenly confronted with multiple images. Spattered blood......Screams and battle cries....his hands
Shaking his head, Lokien now urges his companions as he himself makes to move for the door, his brow furrowed though in impatience or pain, one cannot tell...........
The pounding in his head starts to intensify............Lokien stubbornly resists.
Lavakhat looked Kret over before shaking her head. "No, tis all from others." She answered for him.
However she did take note of Lokien's change. Picking up her steps she came beside the dwarf and laid a hand upon his shoulder. "Are you alright?" She asked.
"These city folk cannot harm me." Kret responds, not noticing Lokien's sudden change in demeanor. "The bear taught me how to fight, and the ram, how to survive. Without their metal weapons, these men are nothing."
The elf seems to have gotten away in the commotion, and the statue is not where to be found.
”Sounds like a plan. All this excitement has made me hungry.”
Shrugging of the female rogue's hand, Lokien mutters something though it sounded like.
"Yes. yes yes, move now or fight these loons."
He heads for the doors, seeking to get out as soon as he can. Elf or not be dammed.
Where do you head off to?
That works.
The Hearld says, "I saw a vision of all of you bearing a box of six sides whose song shall be the key to the treasure long lost. As for what the key unlocks, it has been lost to time but you are the ones that must bear its burden and find what it unlocks. As for who will oppose you, the darkness wore the horned skull. You will inevitably cross his path on your quest."
"Why is it when dreams try to warn you of something they never just come out and say it?" Lavakhat asked as she crossed her arms. "Also a six sided box? That sings?"
The Herald nods.
”That sounds....foreboding. Where should we look for this box?”
"Instead of bothering about singing boxes, worry about geting out first!" an agiated dwarf reprimands his companions.
"Unless you all intend to be singing to your deaths, I really want to be out of here and away. Once tucked in safety then we can discuss singing boxes and what notes they can hit!"
”We can talk and walk. Besides, I think the only one they’ll be looking for is the big guy over here,” Thyll indicates Kret. ”V! You got anything that could disguise Man-Bear-Ram?”