Iron Man flips ooen a compartment on his left arm and taps some buttons. His armor starts to glow a faint blue around the edges and his right gauntlet starts to hum with energy.
Move action to get wand
Standard to activate wand of shield
Swift to make gauntlet +1 with arcane pool point
Still reeling from the dog bite, Durothil sheathes his curved blade, and whips his bow from his back. Nocking an arrow, Durothil readies for the approach of more attackers determined not to let them get close.
In the distance, dark shapes of humans and hounds grow from the ground. Twelve men and as many dogs move cautiously towards the group in a large semi-circle. Torches dot the horizon in every direction except for town.
Tony's carriage horses spook from the baying hounds and drag everyone's gear into besieged village.
One more round of actions before anyone comes into view.
Initiative (Round 4):
1st: Men (#1-#12); Dogs (#1-#12)
2nd: Iron Man @ 42/49 HP; Gronk @ 29/31 HP; Durothil @ 12/22 HP; Hakime; Castiel; Galandaro
Turning to the group, "A dozen men and dogs. Methinks it is time to make for the village and see if we can't muster some support there. Galandaro and I can take the rear and slow down our inevitable pursuit. What say you?" Durothil looks to his comrades for approval of his plan.
I don't know, I like our odds. Tony says arrogantly, We could head for the down but who says they won't just follow us in, or that here are more of them waiting for us when we get there?
@Gronk: You are near the edge of the town on the road. Around the town's edges are fires with men and dogs. You went to one of the fires and were attacked. Men from the other fires are circling you and the only way to not encounter more men and hounds is to move into the village. Also, it is the only way to get your stuff back.
Gronk moves off at a run towards the village as Durothil and Tony weigh their options.
Initiative (Round 4):
1st: Men (#1-#12); Dogs (#1-#12)
2nd: Iron Man @ 42/49 HP; Gronk @ 29/31 HP; Durothil @ 12/22 HP; Hakime; Castiel; Galandaro
Hakime headsfor town too, loathe to the idea of running away, but still... the better part of valor and all that... she runs. "Come on Tony... live to fight another day.."
@Durothil: Correct. Talking is a free action, however time doesn't stop so you can have a conversation about your course of action. Either way...
The group makes a break for the town. After a short run, the group reaches the town.
Atop a hillock stand half a dozen small stone cottages surrounding a tall brick and timber building topped with a massive tin-covered water drum. A sign over its looming doors reads Railford Distillery est. 4693. From a squat brick building sharing an adjoining wall with the distillery rises a long cylindrical chimney. A low, moss-covered cobblestone wall surrounds the entire property.
Ignoring the throbbing in his shoulder, "People stay your throwing of objects at us. We have just come from fighting your enemies. Sand down and speak to us."
Shaking his head, he never will understand the ignorance of some humans.
Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
Bloody peasant! mutters Tony under his breath as rocks clank off his armor. What is gong on here? We come to do business we don't give one lick if you're "part of the empire". Now who is in charge here?!? Can we please just talk to someone with out you lot tossing sticks and stones at us?!?!
"Well met. I am Durothil and my companions and I are Pathfinders, looking for Iodon Railford. We have personal business to conduct with him. On our way into your fine town, we were set upon by unidentified men in those camps you see, and now that we are in this town, the populace seems to want to fight us as well. Who might you be?"
Durothil lowers his bow, eases the string, but remains alert.
The man snorts. "Have you no idea of the Emperor's desire to claim all land as his own?"
He shrugs a bit. "Name is Dalard and we have no qualm with you if you aren't here cause of the Emperor. You're looking for Becher Railford? He left town a few days ago."
"Nasty bit o' luck. Him and a his men ventured out into the swamps to recover a secret cache left by his father, which among other things, contains the deeds to the entire town." he says with a scowl.
"Ya got good timin' and bad luck, though. This morning one of his men came back. Forehead was hotter than a frying pan and he collapsed in the town square. Kept muttering about zombies getting everyone."
Turning to Hakime, "Do you think you could use this to heal me? I am afraid that dog bit be harder than I though." Activating a switch on his spring-loaded wrist sheathe, a wand appears in his hand. He quickly hands it over to Hakime.
Wand of Cure Light Wounds, I am down 10 and 1 NL
@ GM - usually the tables I played at we just add up the charges and split them - are we doing that this time or is it everyone on their own?
I usually let people roll or take 5 on charges, but if you use a charge it generally comes from their wand unless someone else offers. Never had someone propose splitting up charges. If you guys want to do that, then propose it in the Discussion thread and see who agrees. sound good?
Dalard chortles. "I think you are mistaken, Man of Iron. There is only one inn here at the Railford and what options do you think we would discuss?"
After responding to Iron Man, Dalard's attention is drawn to Castiel. "Yes, I can take you to him. Perhaps he will make more sense to you."
Dalard leads you to a run down apothecary's home. Inside, the man,
Jessup Bose, lies in bed with a local healer attempting to cleanse disease from his festering wounds with live leeches.
When asked by the Pathfinders, Jessup recounts his tale. "Becher led us through the swamps down an old trail to what used to be the barrel-aging caves. Them caves where vinters would set the casks ta dry ‘em out an give ‘em good flavor. When we got there, the caves was all boarded up, so it took us a while ta get in. The place was flooded, barrels floating everywhere and it had a foul stink to it. We poked around a bit till Becher found the back office. Inside, there was this strongbox where he said the deed was. That’s when they came... these things rose out of the muck and started attacking. Dead folk with sharpened fangs. We tried to fight ‘em but they was too strong. They tore Padrik’s arm right off and started eating it... we tried to get out the way we came in. I made it out, but some of the creatures started following us, escaping. They blocked the entrance, trapping Becher and Walmont inside and after that the entrance collapsed on them. One of the creatures that followed me tried to grab me and took a bite out of my leg, so I ran. I ran as fast as I could I don’t know what happened after that."
"Troubling news mate. Did you check for diseases and poisons?" Castiel says to Jessup and the local healer. And looks over to the wound to see if there is anything he could do.
heal:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
"While I am not a healer, I do have concern for this sick man Jessep. Is there anything we can do to save his life? Herbs to be found? We will assist if we can. Is there anything you can do to help us in this endeavor?" Galandaro says to the locals.
HP 71/81(92/102) | AC 19/17 | T 10 | FF 19 | CMD 22 | Fort +16(18) | Ref +9 | Will +9(11) | Init +6 | Perc +10
Usable:
Rage 12/16, Extra Claws 5/5
"We came here to offer the Societies aid and attempt to setup a lodge here. Im sure we can help in this whole take over your town situation in retun for that.. It seems we must rescue the man who can make that decision first though. How long will it take us to get to where you last saw him?"
"If you wanna help this town, then Becher is the man to do it. He is off trying to find the deed to this place, which would exempt it from the Emperor's control." Dalard remarks at hearing about your intentions.
"If you don't hurry, though, then reinforcement will arrive and Railford will be lost..." the innkeeper finishes.
"The ghouls bite has given this man ghoul fever. I need an anti-plague to save his life. Do you have anything in town?" Castiel says worried. He mixes a poultice to put on the wound to help the man.
prev healcheck to help the man with his fort check or do I need a new one and an anti-plague. Don't have one myself.
Castiel nods his head to Galandaro.
"Thanks mate, we might be able to save this one after all." Castiel says and administers the anti-plague to the patient.
