Gren smiles sheepishly at the praise, ”Thanks for the compliments, they mean a lot to me. I don’t have much formal priestly training, so I just put together what seemed appropriate for the circumstances.” He slumps in the saddle afterwards and absentmindedly pets Ringo on the neck. ”I hope we won’t have to do it again...”
After the grave is covered again, he sprinkles seeds across the freshly turned soil, and places a bunch of specific seeds near the head of the grave.
Gren is noticeablely happy to see another gnome and converses with her in Gnomish:
Hedran looks for:
(50 gold)
(75 gold)
(200 gold)
(200 gold)
Felicia immediately runs at a chicken, catches it and throws in into the air, to watch it fluttering down, squawking indignantly at the ill-treatment.
"So do you want me to cast continual flame on the everburning torches or what?" Aubrin asks Nigel.
"Oh thank you so much, you're such a dear." Jet impulsively gives Nigel a hug. Thrix is staring at all the spices in bewilderment. "Mi ez az egész?" She asks, puzzled.
What's all this do?
"Aye how come dinnae ye git me some ore tae smith, while ye'r at it. " Kinning drawls sarcastically.
Yeah why don't you get me some ore to smith, while you're at it.
The Svirfneblin addresses Grenwold excitedly."
雅 - 私は暗闇から来ました。私は毎週、血栓症患者と取引するためにここにいます。あなたが特に探しているものは他にありますか？多分私はあなたのためにそれを調達す ることができますか？"
Ya - I came from the darklands. I'm here every week to trade with the troglodytes. Is there anything else you're looking for in particular? Maybe I could procure it for you?
"Kinning, why not write a list of the types of ore that you'd like, and the quantities. Especially for a special project I have in mind. I want a new type of Arrow or two. I'd like a type of Arrow that can hold Alchemist's Fire, and an Arrow that can hold Oreald's Stump Remover, with a hole for a fuse."
As for the NPC promotion, I vote for Oreald, because of Craft( Alchemy ).
Edit: I changed my mind. Going with Nigel on this and seconding his vote for Kinning.
Equipment purchases
for Father Noelan
for Kinning
for Oreald
for me
for me
Total cost: 590 GP
Outside Hedran smiles as life seems to find its way, with a strong nudge from his companions - As it should be' - he ponders to himself, and decides to do a perimeter check. Somehow he knows the hobgoblins will not forget, and he will not be caught by surprise.
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Nigel shrugs at Kinning.
"Ore isn't somezing zat vas available, or I would have."
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Nigel shakes his head at Aubrin.
"No, you can just cast Continual Flame on some *other* torches, to effectively create four more."
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He then smiles at the excited Jet, grinning widely.
"Vell, ve've been surviving out here, but I see no reason vhy ve shouldn't start doing more zan zat, and actually dining. Not to mention, it vill probably do wonders for our new friends' aroma..."
"Ah weel, ah suppose ony projects wull hae tae hauld yer horses, then. "
Ah well, I suppose any projects will have to wait, then.
Aubrin nods, "Ah, ok I see, so we'll get 8 torches in all?"
"Hmmm...lets see...if we were to that...I think we should start baking cookies for them." Jet muses.
As Hedran makes his rounds he realizes the wolves are making an unholy ruckus, and calls Nigel up to investigate the situation.
The wolves start howling in a chorus on meeting Nigel.
There's a hobgoblin heading this way, riding on a wolf like us, but only bigger!
On hearing the wolves, Robert grabs his combat gear and heads out towards Hedran's position.
Gren hops on Ringo and preps himself with Discovery Torch and Heightened Awareness and then follows Robert.
"Hey, where you guys rushing off in such a hurry?" Ighiz asks as the party scurries off."O nevermind, galime kalbėti apie tą ką tik įgytą krūklą. Ir keletas paviršiaus ginklų. Gal kronika ar du." She tells the deep gnome as she leads her away.
"And we'll get the mapping and mining done."
Oh nevermind, we can talk about that breastplate you just acquired. And a few surfacer weapons. Maybe a pathfinder chronicle or two.
A grey hobgoblin wearing a breastplate, his ears having many piercings rides up to the hobgoblin camp on an immense black wolf the size of a horse, clad in leather barding.
Nigel and Grenwold know that the wolf is a dire wolf and it can trip with its bite.
The hobgoblin at first looks surprised seeing his "welcoming party".Then he compliments the party earnestly. "I see, you've turned the troglodyte cave into your home. How resourceful of you. Now I'm sure those caverns stink, so why don't you just come back with us to Phaendar. We value resourcefulness in slaves and would even get you a tent to stay in."
”Sorry for running out - it sounds like there’s trouble. I’ll be back soon!” to the svirfneblin’s statement.
Grenwold immediately waves his hands in a mystical manner and whispers ”Hey there wolf, we could get you some good snacks if you become my friend.”.
As Grenwold moves towards the hobgoblin and his direwolf, and starts finger waving, the hobgoblin cries out, "Hey, what are you doing fingerwaving at me?"
Enchanted, the direwolf immediately goes up to Grenwold with his tail wagging and starts licking him vigorously, while sniffing him all over for snacks.
Mmm…snacks sound good. Do you have any?
”Good job.” Father Noelan compliments Grenwold’s handling of the wolf situation. ”Now THIS is our reply for all those you’ve enslaved. Go to hell.” He then moves to the side to have a clear view of the hobgoblin, then fires at him once.
Father Noelan's arrow bounces off the hobgoblin's breastplate.
”Get him, Cavall.” Father Noelan orders, as Cavall bounds forward and bites the hobgoblin.
Cavall manages to bite the hobgoblin on his calf but does not manage to pull him off his mount.
+1 Longbow, Precise Shot on Hobgoblin.
Pila moves behind Robert.
Robert's arrow bounces off the hobgoblin's breastplate.
Having been outside watching the children play with the chickens, Ratel turned to see the mount and rider just as Gren started talking to the dire wolf. Seeing an opportunity to end it quickly he quickly moved toward the hobgoblin, arming his shield as he ran. ”Flank Attack Bear” trying to hit the rider from one side, while Bear administered a bite from the opposite.
Norris, Felicia and the chickens make themselves scarce after Father Noelan tells them to get out of the warzone.
Ratel manages to bash the hobgoblin with his shield while bear savages his side.
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Nigel cheerfully smiles at the wolf, and starts barking.
He then moves forward, drawing some biltong to offer the wolf as he does so.
Hedran casts mirror image.
The dire wolf gobbles the treats Nigel offers, while licking him.
Mmm, not bad... Now how about a backscratch?
"Hey, what are you doing with my mount?!" The wounded hobgoblin yells as he swings his axe, with devastating speed and accuracy at Ratel's chest.
Then he uses his free hand to pull his mount out of the flank, but of course, the dire wolf refuses to budge.
Ratel tries to block the blow with his shield, but he is too slow. As the axe cleaves into his chest, he feels a burst of pain, then a terrifying numbness as the world goes black.
Ratel's complexion begins to turn pale.
"Oh sh*t!" Father Noelan blanches as he sees Ratel sustain the grevious wound. "Cavall, get him out."
Cavall drags Ratel to the sidelines and to relative safety.Father Noelan quickly moves over and channels healing energy into Ratel to revive him. "Ratel, wake up!"
Hedran realizes Father Noelan is casting Cure Serious Wounds.
Robert continues to fire at the hobgoblin, but his arrow goes wide, as Pila stays behind him.
To hit: +6
+4 [STR]
+3 [BAB]
+1 [Weapon]
+1 [Arcane Pool]
-1 [Power Attack]
-2 [Spell Combat]
To damage: +8+d6+4
+4 [STR]
+2 [Power Attack 1h]
+1 [Weapon]
+1 [Arcane Pool]
+1d6+4 [Frostbite]
Hedran moves up after casting mirror image.
Hedran channels some of his magical energy into the sword, making it cold as ice, then steps up and delivers a vicious blow to the hobgoblin's midsection, who is knocked clean out of the saddle by the force of the blow and lies unconscious on the ground.
On his body the party finds a potion of barkskin, potion of cure moderate wounds, alchemist’s fire (2), smokestick (2); a +1 breastplate, mwk battleaxe, throwing axes (3), a cloak that Hedran identifies as a cloak of resistance +1,bedroll, bit and bridle, exotic military saddle, saddlebags, 4 Provision Points of jerky and 19 gp. And a note wrapped around a ruby worth 250 gp.There is also a map showing the route between Scarvinious’s camp and the troglodyte caverns.
The note is written both in Draconic and common.
My troopers carry this gift to you to show our intentions. Together we can tear our enemies to pieces, their arms ripped from their living bodies, and their heads screaming as we wrest them from their necks. We’ve slaughtered or enslaved all in the human town save for a few weak stragglers now lost in the woods. We can hunt them down as one, or we will be done with your claims to this region.
-Seargent Scarvinious
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Nigel winces when Ratel is nearly bisected, but breathes a sigh of relief when Father Noealan proves that he isn't dead.
That was close...
He immediately scratches the dire wolf behind its ears, and gives it a belly-rub.
Thereafter, when the note is identified, he clearly glances over it.
The dire wolf whines at Nigel.
They call me Fernir. Hello Nigel.
The dire wolf gives a whine.
I suppose I could. How about a medium sized plant eater for that? And more belly rubs of course.
Seeing the Hobgoblin dismounted and dealt with, Bear moves over to Ratel sniffing an nuzzling his companion. The now conscious Ratel, shakes his head, looking to the father and the others. "Thanks Father, I'm not a hundred percent but at least I'm not dead." He lifts the tattered corner of his bloodied cloak, "This is ruined, does anyone mind if I have his?"
The dire wolf whines a little more at Nigel.
I wouldn't say he's a nasty two legger, he treated me fine and at least he knows how to ride properly, and not cause me a backache. I mean he doesn't speak wolf, but not many two leggers do. You're a pleasant surprise.
Hedran holds his second attack, and methodically proceeds to relieve their fowe of his gear, identifying the items he can, and handing them over.
Then he ties up and gags him securely, once he is sure he is stable.
Pulling himself up by Bear's harness, Ratel accepts the cloak, than moves easier as Nigel uses the wand. "Thanks, So is the big wolf hanging around?"
Nodding sagely as he puts on his new cloak, Ratel asks, "Where to now?"
Nigel nods to the unconscious Hobgoblin.
"I believe Hedran vanted to interrogate it."
After tying it up, he then pulls out his smelling salts to wake it up.
The half-orc drags the hobgoblin after he wakes up, removes the gag and grunts on his face - "Let us start easy - where are you based, and who were you supposed to deliver this note to?"
The hobgoblin gulps fearfully at Hedran. "I'm based at Scarvinious' camp in the Fangwood and I was supposed to deliver this note to Ighiz, leader of the troglodytes. Previously we sent an emissary but there was no reply. So I was sent to contact her again."
The hobgoblin also scowls at Ratel. "Damnit. Should have swung the axe harder."
He gives Fernir, who's gamboling around Nigel a dirty look. "Bloody traitorous wolf."
"10 miles north of the bridge crossing to Fangwood."The hobgoblin answers glibly.
Nigel and Grenwold think he might not be truthful.
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Nigel narrows his eyes.
"I do not appreciate being lied to. Now, let's be clear: Ve aren't operating a catch-and-release program. If you are truzful, I promise you a quick, clean deaz. If you continue to obfuscate, zen I vill stand aside, and let ze townsfolk of Phaendar vent zeir frustration viz a little 'frontier' justice..."
"You see? You're going to kill me anyway, so what incentive do I have in telling you the truth? Even if it's frontier justice, it's nothing compared to what Scarvinious would do to me if he found out about me telling you about his camp. The last time he got hold of a human female, he spent days giving her cuts and burns, then wiping away the blood with caustic cleaning agents. The screams were..very loud to say the least." The hobgoblin winces.
Once out of earshot of the hobgoblin, Father Noelan tells Nigel, "I can't let you do this. You kill quickly and cleanly so he does not get to harm someone else. Torturing another doesn't serve any purpose. If it is the map, I can read it sufficiently to know how to get there."