Gire Ref save: *fail*
From somewhere in the cone of fire a small voice shrieks out in pain! "Oh, you have fire too? *cough**wheeze* Cyflymder will deal with you! You cannot stop him!"
Round 5 (fire round 2):
Gire - 8 damage
Theaven - 4 damage
Ic
Anaristiel
Liam
Wulfren
Veviane
Theaven gives up his weak attempts at pushing Wulfren into the fire and instead brandishes an axe, swinging and connecting with Wulfren's head!
Theaven attack vs. Wulfren: *hit*
Damage:
All PCs may act!
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Liam flicks his wrist, sending his wand into his free hand. He then moves and taps Wulfren with it.
Liam moves, pulling off his cloak as he does so and trying to estinguish any fires that to get too close to the fallen gnome. "I'll heal you in a mo', mate," he calls to Wulf.
AoA vs. Liam: *miss*
Veviane grabs the smoldering blanket off the bed and starts using it to put out the flames on part of the bed!
Wulfren returns the favor, running his longsword deeply into the angry fey woodsman! The blow, which would likely be a mortal wound for a human however seems not to faze the creature much at all!
Anaristiel puts her spear away and tries some firefighting! Her magic summons water soaking its target and putting out the flames there!
Liam deftly moves in, dodging and attack from the fey creature healing Wulfren!
Ic tries to focus in on the flaming faerie and releases another cone of fire, though fails to hear a satisfying sizzle this time!
Though some of the fire has been put out, the fires continue to burn as most of the hut seems to be quite flammable!
Round 6 (fire round 3):
Gire - 8 damage
Theaven - 5 damage
Ic
Anaristiel
Liam
Wulfren
Veviane
Ic realizes too late the Gire has flown behind him, as the tiny fey appears in a shimmer and tries to stab him with her tiny rapier!
Gire attack vs. Ic (flatfoot): *hit*
Damage: is 1d2-2 so 1 non-lethal + sneak:
She laughs manically, even though you can see she is badly burned. In another shimmer of color she vanishes again and you can hear her tiny wings flapping wildly.
Theaven swings again at Wulfren! A wicked smile crosses his face at the sight of the blood!
Theaven attack vs. Wulfren: *hit*
Damage:
All PCs may act!
The mad axman swings mightly at Liam as he runs past!
Attack vs. Liam: *miss*
Liam studies his foe a moment, looking for the right place to strike and he recognizes it as an unseelie. They are generally resistant to cold and have a weakness to silver.
Anaristiel takes the opportunity while the creature is distracted between Liam and Wulfren to drive her longspear up into it's spine and through the top of it skull killing it!
Veviane, Wulfren and Ic can still act!
With the martial threat inside the hut neutralized, the Orphans turn their attention to the spreading fire making good progress in controlling it!
Ic is unable to locate the invisible, fluttering creature.
Veviane is able to recall tales of tiny fey women know as atomie, and beside being able to turn invisible they are susceptible to cold iron weapons.
Round 7 (fire round 4):
Theaven
Ic
Anaristiel
Liam
Wulfren
Veviane
Assuming Anaristiel uses create water and the rest of the firefighting continues this round, all the fire will be out.
The heat is still palpable inside the primitive, one-room hovel. Tinder from the fireplace is strewn about, smoldering embers strewn everywhere. The room itself is in shambles. An eviscerated human body sprawls across the floor, and a butchered wolf lies against the wall by the front door. Puddles of blood surround them. The man’s hands are tied to a rough wooden table, upon which sits an ornate—but empty—box and a blood-spattered manuscript.
Wulfren and Ic study the dead man and wolf, both of whom where cut open with a sharp object. It is likely that Thaven's axe was that object. Hemzel's hands are bound. The sight is pretty gruesome, with puddles of partially cooked blood staining what's left of the huts floor. The wolf, probably trying to protect its companion has a several deep, slashes cut into its brown fur.
Anaristiel detects no auras outside the hut, however she does feel some inside the hut. Searching under the table while Veviane and Liam look over the manuscript, Anaristiel finds: a potion of barkskin +2, a potion of bear’s endurance, and two scrolls of lesser restoration.
Liam Linguistics:
Veviane Linguistics:
Liam studies the manuscript, but between its slightly charred state and apparently liberal use of druidic shorthand, he isn't able to make much of it. He manages to pick out what he thinks are several entries where Hemzel is writing about the lorestone and how it is specially attuned to druidic magic circles. Such circles are holy places to druids.
Talking it over with Veviane, she is able to put more sense to the cramped scrawl that is Hemzel's handwriting. She picks out a reference to a druidic circle two or three hours north of here, located on a small island on lake. She also picks out the name Cyflymder in reference to some recent harassment he'd been receiving from a few different fey creatures, threatening to destroy the lorestone. According to Hemzel's notes, a lorestone is somewhat unstable when exposed to sunlight, and inside a druid's circle it would turn to dust in just a few minutes of such exposure.
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"Well, I'm guessin' this Cyflymder fella is behind this attack. Though if they be wishin' ta destroy the lorestone, not sure why they take it away with them stead o' just taking it outside in tha sun. But mayhap they need the circle ta do it?" Liam scratches his chin, absent mindedly creating another shield extract. "Iff'n that's the case, we should hurry on ta the one mentioned; we cannae be too far behind the ruffians."
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"I believe artifacts can't simply be destroyed, but each has a specific method of destruction. In our case, the sun will be the lorestone's doom. Let's hurry indeed!"
With those words, the winter witch exits the cabin to give chase... but won't go far alone, since she's completely unable to discern tracks.
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"Right Vev, let's_get moving!"
Wulfren sheathes his sword and then grabs his musket, checking to make sure it's loaded. He then joins the group outside the cottage.
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As the Orphans get their bearings and prepare to head off to this Druid Circle located on an island in the middle of lake...
To the south, just where you had recently yourselves passed voices can be heard. Voices that a growing closer, and louder. "See Boomroppel, I told you I smelled smoke!" A group of four gnomes come into view. One of them begins shouting: "Hemzel! Hemzel where are you?" Seeing the group standing there in front of the hut he directs his questions at you. "Coupla humans, an elf and a ... oh my, tiefling. Well you listen here. This here is Hemzel's hut. What are you lot doing here?"
"Nothing to be done? Too late? What are you saying stranger?" the lead gnome appears to be getting quite agitated.
Two of the other gnomes behind the leader are muttering to each other softly.
As the Orphans try to explain the situation to the gnomes, it's obvious that they are stewing on their anger and seemingly not that interested in what you are saying...
Wulfren adds in a few bits about the axe-wielding madman, showing his wounds.
Round 2 Ana:
Round 2 Liam:
Round 2 Veviane:
Round 2 Wulfren:
Round 3 Ana:
Round 3 Liam:
Round 3 Veviane:
Round 3 Wulfren:
Finally the leader seems satisfied but cautious, "I am Boomroppel of the wood. Hemzel was my friend for many years, his loss will be felt by all friends of the woods. We are not yet friends, you and I." he gestures at the Orphans. "If you are willing to avenge this murder, Broomroppel would certainly call you a friend. Perhaps we can aid each other in this terrible time?"
Broomroppel seems to take you all at your word. "Please return here with news. In the meantime we will tend to playing our friends to rest."
The Orphans set out toward the nameless lake in search of the island that contains the druid's circle. Moving at a nearly non-stop pace, Wulfren and Liam are able to track their way long fairly easily.
The thick trees, brush, and brambles of the Verduran Forest finally give way to a glassy lake with a small tree-studded island just thirty feet offshore. An improvised bridge of mossy logs stretches toward the island from the near shore, though some of the trunks have tipped nearly vertical into the water, leaving gaps along the makeshift bridge.
Anaristiel:
Ic:
Liam:
Veviane:
Wulfren:
Anaristiel:
Ic:
Liam:
Veviane:
Wulfren:
As the Orphans approach the bridge, several of you notice some crudely constructed, barely hidden rope snares at two different places as you would make your way across. The lake is about 10 below the bridge.