Gundar silently listens to Thuradin Omast, wishing he'd been able to find words like that to say to the man. The human's drunkenness in a time of crisis had irritated him more than a little. Even sheep know to move when the wolf comes calling. This one would rather stand still.
But ah, well. The others had it well in hand. Gundar was out of his element, he knew that much.
After an evening of people watching Torith is glad to head up to his room and spend some time with his own thoughts.
When i find a moment i'll have to talk to Thozar about this connection i've got to the earth. He seems close to nature so maybe he's heard of something like this.
He ponders his powers and their meaning as he places his belongings in the chest provided and removes his armour. He takes the time to appreciate the pleasant room and the comfy bed, even if it is a little longer than he needs.
Two gold pieces? A bit steep, but I can afford it for one night. Safer for now too. I'll find other arrangements tomorrow. Brought my cot with me after all!
As he gets comfortable and drifts off to sleep, his thoughts wander to loneliness. Are there others beyond my family with affinity for the earth? We can't be the only ones so blessed, especially among a group of dwarves...
Thuradin weighs his pouch before accepting Kragmyr's offer "Only if I pay half" he tells the other dwarf "and I must warn you I snore...a lot."
Perception
Initiative (as needed)
Wow - if you are peeking, you all basically just hit the lottery! You couldn't have gotten much more lucky with these rolls...
You all take to your beds.
You wake up suddenly, as you see your door opening. You get a surprise round. Your roommate is still sleeping.
Jumping to his feet, Kragmyr lifts his axe up. Unsure of quite who it was opening his door in the dead of night, but assuming that it someone of nefarious intentions, he put his hand on the book of grudges which never left his side. The book opened at his touch, the pages flipping frantically until settling on a page filled with dwarven runes. His hand shot up, pointing directly at the intruder. And in a voice not his own, he spoke the words of the grudge on the page. His was the voice of the wronged, speaking directly of the murder done unto him.
(I.e.: Hideous Laughter, DC 14.
School enchantment (compulsion) [mind-affecting]; Level bard 1, sorcerer/wizard 2; Subdomain revelry 2, whimsy 1
CASTING
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, M (tiny fruit tarts and a feather)
EFFECT
Range close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
Target one creature; see text
Duration 1 round/level
Saving Throw Will negates; Spell Resistance yes
DESCRIPTION
This spell afflicts the subject with uncontrollable regret. It collapses, assailed with knowledge of wrongs done by its people, falling prone. The subject can take no actions while assailed, but is not considered helpless. After the spell ends, it can act normally. On the creature's next turn, it may attempt a new saving throw to end the effect. This is a full round action that does not provoke attacks of opportunity. If this save is successful, the effect ends. If not, the creature continues being assaulted by knowledge of past wrongs for the entire duration.
A creature with an Intelligence score of 2 or lower is not affected. A creature whose type is different from the caster's receives a +4 bonus on its saving throw, because regret doesn't "translate" well.
Thuradin hears the casting and barely reaches consciousness. Thozar also hears something that sounds like casting and it wakes him up (still lying in bed in the dark, however).
The lead assassin (red) is filled with regret and collapses. See picture in Notes and Exhibits.
Blue rushes in, only to get blasted by Kragmyr's loud and angry words. She collapses into despair and hides in the corner.
Yellow attacks a prone, but awake Thuradin with a blue crystaline blade.
Green attacks Kragmyr, drawing blood.
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In his bed/Trunauan-version-of-a-sofa, across town, Ulark...snores.
Thuradin is awoken by a sharp pain in his side. Opening his eyes he sees a leering face lurking over him. Grabbing his nearby weapon he gets unsteadily to his feet as his eyes swim in and out of focus. "Assassins, assassins. We are being attacked." he shouts as he prepares to defend himself and Kragmyr.
Only Gundar continues to sleep as voices are now being raised.
Hearing the sounds of spellcasting, Thozar looks around the room for a source.
If he sees something, Thozar will fire an Acid Dart at the target.
If he does not see anything, he will get out of bed.
Either way, he calls out to his companions, "Spells are being cast, what is going on?!" Hearing the call for assassins, his stomach turns to lead. NO! We much come together and fend them off!
There is no target in any of the other rooms.
"... assassins?" Torith's brain takes a moment register the word and what it means before he jumps out of bed in a panic.
Not seeing any immediate threats in his room he heads for the door to find out who is shouting.
"Whoever you are you're going to regret disturbing my sleep!" he yells through the door.
Only Gundar continues to sleep as voices are now being raised.
With no weapon in hand, and no way to reach his Longhammer (let alone effectively use it), Kragmyr was in a bad spot. He had also used up all of his spells when he effectively took two of the assassins out of the fight. Now he had a wound which was bleeding profusely, and naught but his book of grudges in hand. Deciding that all he could do was hold out, he yelled as loudly as he could, while preparing to dodge any more incoming blows:
"Oi! Assassins! Wake the fook up you bloody gits!"
The green masked assassin stabs at Kragmyr while the yellow one continues to try to kill Thuradin.
Blue recovers from the spells effects, and he stands up, grabbing his crossbow. Red disappears into the shadows.
Thuradin wobbles slightly as the poison courses through his veins. Steadying himself he raises his axe and swings at the thug attacking him.
Unfortunately his aim is off as the poison takes it's toll.
Kragmyr was bleeding profusely, was unarmed, unarmored, and all told, very near death. With a wave of anger he decided that if he was going to die, he might as well go down fighting. With a roar he launched himself at the assassin, trying to rip the blade from the human's grasp. As he made his move, he hoped that he at least did enough to save his comrades.
The sounds of combat intensifying, Thozar takes a quick step over to the door and casts a spell, sheathing his hand in a greenish flame.
If it is those damned orcs... With a final inhale, he opens the door, ready for combat.
Gundar was in the depths of a pleasant dream when the noises pierced his slumber. He had spent enough nights in dangerous places to come awake immediately - even if he had hoped never to need to consider Trunau a dangerous place.
Hearing the muffled sounds of battle from beyond his room, Gundar jumps to his feet, grabbing his weapon and shield. He dares not take the extra moment to shrug on his armored coat. He throws open the door and moves into the hallway, seeing Belir swinging at something in another room.
Torith is up.
Green is still armed, as he cut down Kragmyr as he was trying to disarm him.
Torith swings the door open and steps in to the hallway to see what all the commotion is about.
"Hey Gundar what's with all the noise out here? If someone is hurting my new allies i'm gonna be mighty annoyed!"
Green and yellow both now turn there attention to Thuradin, as blue turns on Belir.
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Belir cringes from the blade as it enters his skin as he leaps with a renewed rage and vigor than ever before. His axe careens back into the room at the assassin.
But he can't seem to find the strength to get behind the blow as the doorjam hinders his attack.
Cursing everything he steps back into his room.
As the assassin withdraws his blade a look of shock crosses Thuradin's face as his eyes slowly close and his waraxe clatters to the ground as he falls to the floor, unconscious.
Kragmyr slumps to the ground, his impromptu charge ended on an enemy blade. Feebly he tries one last effort to grab her leg, but can't muster the strength to do so. As his world fades to black he defiantly mutters "This one's going in the book..."
"Ravens take your eyes!"
Gundar sees Belir flinch back from a blow and with a roar moves forward to fill the gap, swinging his axe even before he can see into the room.
"FOR OUR BROTHERS!"
Earthy flame in hand, he reaches out to grasp the nearest assassin.
Red comes out from around the corner and attacks Gundar. As he comes, Torith blasts him, but it is not enough to take him out. With the three of them threatening Gunder, they Gang Up on him.
Yellow makes an impossible thrust, taking Gundar down.
Torith steps forward and aims as best he can past his allies as he tries again to hit the person attacking Gundar.
The conjured rock flies clear over everyone's heads and hits the wall on the far side of the building.
"We need to turn their numbers to nothing and plug the hallway!"
Thozar throws his other hand forward, unleashing a ray of acid towards the assassin in the hallway.
Belir cuts red deep and drops him.
Blue moves out and swings at Thozar.
Yellow comes out and swings at Torith.
Green rushes out and loads his crossbow.
Torith steps back from his attacker and laughs.
"Now you're mine you coward, face the might of earth!"
Yellow follows Torith despite the severe blow she just took. She tries to stab him, but the pain just destroyed her concentration.
Blue continues to assault Belir, but luckily his defensive stance helps keep the assassin at bay.
Green checks the door for guards, but finds no one responding.
Blue crumples.