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Shadow Lodge

Male Hobgoblin (Shielded) Fighter 4

We don't have the whole army after us, right Netherfire? Just a few hundred of the little bastards and some bugbears right?

Shadow Lodge

Male Hobgoblin (Shielded) Fighter 4

"GET ON THAT ROCK AND STAND YOUR GROUND! JAMIE! TIGHT FORMATION! NO HEROICS!"

Rolg turns and bolts for the rock. "ALADDIN, STAY CLOSE TO ME!"


Defense:
AC 23, touch 14, flat-footed 21, hp 44
Other:
Fort +8 , Ref +8 , Will +3, Perception +2
Male Human Two-Handed Fighter, Level 4

Logan sprints to the rock
I double move to the rock. Also, because my phone is a colostomy bag of derp and bad decisions when it comes to dungeongrid, I may have accidentally moved Jamie. I tried to move her back but I made it worse. Can you please move her back diagonal down/left and then straight down 3 squares?


Male Human Sorcerer 4

Our turn again?


Game Master

Not yet Aladdin.

Bolgrith mutters a prayer to the Perfect Man as he keeps up with his companions, setting a foot onto the smaller rock. He keeps a calm voice as he calls up to the mad mage. “Aladdin, save the last of bead of that necklace for the narrows of the Grik Pass. A rockslide there will slow this force significantly...”

He hefts his shield as he turns a stern gaze to the oncoming horde. “...if we can make it that far…”

Acrobatics 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Goblin AoO 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 for 1d4 ⇒ 1

Jamie follows close behind, but not before another goblin blade cuts her leg. She leaps atop the boulder beside the stormborn.


Acrobatics 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Simon sprints past Rolg and Logan, clambering up the stone and nocking an arrow.


Game Master

Goblins follow the command of the bugbears and surge the stone and those not yet on top of it.

horde attack:

Short sword on Logan 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21 for 1d4 ⇒ 4
Short sword on Logan 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21 for 1d4 ⇒ 2
Short sword on Logan 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 for 1d4 ⇒ 2
Short sword on Rolg 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 for 1d4 ⇒ 1
Short sword on Rolg 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 for 1d4 ⇒ 1
Short sword on Rolg 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 for 1d4 ⇒ 1
Short sword on Rolg 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 for 1d4 ⇒ 1
Short sword on Bolgrith 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 for 1d4 ⇒ 4
Short sword on Bolgrith 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 for 1d4 ⇒ 4

But the many small swords of the goblins are dodged or strike against armor and shield.

You guys are up!

Shadow Lodge

Male Hobgoblin (Shielded) Fighter 4

Rolg holds fast until his allies are on the rock. "Target the bugbears! These goblins are weak willed and will lose the taste for battle!"

Once everyone is on the rock...

Rolg springs onto the low rock and presses his back to the larger stone. Bracing his shield before him, he prepares to weather the brunt of the assault.

"Hier my vullis! Ek is Rolg, 'n trotse Kabouter. Trots te wees nie as nietig en verdof van begrip as die hou van jou! Kom, en jou einde in die gesig staar!"

Goblin:

"Here me filth! I am Rolg, a proud Hobgoblin. Proud not to be as puny and dim witted as the likes of you! Come, and face your end!"

Gods...let us just survive.


Defense:
AC 23, touch 14, flat-footed 21, hp 44
Other:
Fort +8 , Ref +8 , Will +3, Perception +2
Male Human Two-Handed Fighter, Level 4

Logan moves onto the rock and draws his falchion, ready to attack. Braedon, guide my blade into the hearts of our foes. Patrick, my father, guide me from harm. If, by chance, we should meet today, then meet me as I go. His grip tightens on his hilt. Either way, my fallen blood, fight with me. These fiends wish to defile what you have fallen to protect. A smile crosses his face. Help me protect what these fiends will fail to defile.


Male Human Sorcerer 4

Aladdin rips the second to last bead from his necklace and takes aim.

Targeting the icon I changed to the circle, if my measuring is correct, that should cover all of those large creatures, a ton of goblins while missing Rolg still. Fireball 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7

"FEAR THE MAD FIRE GOD, PORKRIND!" Aladdin screams as he throws the bead at the head of a bugbear.


Game Master

Bolgrith shuffles up onto the stone, wearing a look of controlled concern. When he sees his surly hobgoblin stand between themselves and hundreds of blades, he reaches down and touches his companion with the oaken wand. CLW 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5, Bolgrith, remove one charge from your wand. Rolg heals 5hp.

Aladdin’s blast shakes the rock the six stand on and blows hot air into their face, but they unharmed. The same could not be said for the goblins.

reflex crunch:

Bugbears
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Goblins
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Nine goblins and three bugbears remain standing after the blast subsides and they scream at their burns. The rest lay as charred bodies over burnt earth.

“Your cookout is gonna need a STAKE! Jamie roars, launching her javelin at one of the standing bugbears.
Javelin 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 for 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
But the pit-fighter was so pleased with her moment of comedic genius that the spear sails high over the surviving bugbear’s head.

Rolg, go ahead and roll Intimidate. Due to the awesomeness, I won't count it against your actions. A low roll won't hurt you.


Longbow 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 for 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Simon’s arrow hits a burnt bugbear in the chest, but it does not bring it down.

Shadow Lodge

Male Hobgoblin (Shielded) Fighter 4

Intimidate 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21


Game Master

After witnessing the fiery carnage of their comrades, and hear the daring of one defiant hobgoblin, a handful of the closest goblins turn to flee. But as the fastest of them passes a bugbear, the hunchbacked killer brings down his morningstar onto the running goblin's head. “Nici o cale de întoarcere! Există șase dintre ele, și sute de noi!” The struck goblin slumps dead to the ground, and the others skid to a halt.

goblin:

“No turning back! There are six of them, and hundreds of us!”

Snorting derisively at their lesser kin, the bugbears lead a charge against Rolg.

Morningstar 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 2 = 23 for 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Morningstar 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 = 13 for 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

And the goblins follow their orders, albeit with increasing apprehension as they approach the shield master. Rolg deftly turns away the attacks of the bugbears.

Shaken, flanking Short sword on Rolg 1d20 + 2 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 - 2 + 2 = 9 for 1d4 ⇒ 1
Shaken, flanking Short sword on Rolg 1d20 + 2 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 - 2 + 2 = 22 confirm 1d20 + 2 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 2 + 2 = 6 for 1d4 ⇒ 4

Somehow, one of them manages to slice at Rolg’s leg. In the distance, the six can see a giant stoop down and pick up the boulder that was thrown before. A second giant is not far behind.

Rolg takes 4 damage. Rolg, the small rock you stand on will give you +1 to attack as a high ground bonus. Everyone else: you are standing 10 feet off the ground, so you will need reach or ranged weapons to hurt anyone. Your turn!


Simon keeps his bow trained on the bugbear already wounded from a previous arrow.
Longbow 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 4 = 23 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 7 - 4 = 13 for 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

The shot drops the bugbear at Rolg's feet.


Male Human Sorcerer 4

"Hey guys, I think it's time to get off this island! Shall we vacate south of here? I can get the drop on these bugbears Rolg's kissing."

Holding action until I get responses

Shadow Lodge

Male Hobgoblin (Shielded) Fighter 4

I dont think we can flee. The goblins will outrun us and the bugbears are faster than most of us too. Most everything will take a nat 20 to hit me, the rest of you should be able to fight or aid, buff, or heal from there. I think if we drop the bugbears decisively the goblins will flee. Then we can run.

"Anymore fire Aladdin! Lay it on them."

Rolg lashes out with his sword at the closest bugbear.

Fighting Defensively: AC 27
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 for 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Confirm 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25 for 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"Jou magtige naasbestaandes is as niks vir my! Vlug vir jou lewe!"

Goblin:

"Your mighty kin are as nothing to me goblin cowards! Flee for your lives!"

Intimidate 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15


Game Master

Jamie unlimbers the longspear from her back and jabs it straight down at a goblin standing at the base of the boulder.

Longspear 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 = 15 for 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

“Hold still!” she bellows, watching the goblin spin out of the way.

Bolgrith the Faithful sees the massive thugs retrieve their hurled stones, and steps in front of Simon, holding his shield high to protect the lordling from the coming volley. Bolgrith aids Simon’s AC by +2 by providing Soft Cover.

“Do not run yet, lad,” the dwarf answers Aladdin, “The goblins nearly lost their taste for battle, perhaps we can frighten them away long enough to make an escape.”

He looks back to the slow-moving giants. “Not a moment too soon…”
Rolg, adjacent allies receive +1 to AC, correct?


Male Human Sorcerer 4

Darn, I was going to drop a pit under the bugbears would have swallowed them and some goblins and we could have fought the last of the goblins as we ran. Change of plans. Isaac, Dungeon grid's not loading correctly, so drop that tasty 20ft radius/40ft diameter on the prettiest goblin as long as it doesn't fry us too ><

"No! Ugly hobgoblin! You want me to get rid of my precious?!? But it's.. it's... MINE." Aladdin whispers as he cups the final bead. "It's not like I can just pull beads out of my ass!".

A hallucination of a tiny devil appeared on his right shoulder. Yes... yes... keep that bead for yourself. Look how pretty it is, what power it has.

Suddenly, a tiny Squall appeared on his other shoulder and ran over to tiny devil and tore him in half. Hey! Don't be stupid sorcerer. Do you want to be goblin food tonight?

Squall! You're alive! Wait... you're not real are you... Aladdin stared at the tiny eidolon.

Nope, not real in the physical world, just real to you in your madness. Now shut up and throw that bead. Squall said as he patted Aladdin's brain.

Snapping out of his trance dreaming, Aladdin hurls the final bead. "Take my sacrifices Porkrind! Many a greenskin have tasted your touch, take them ALL now!" Intimidate 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27


Male Human Sorcerer 4

Fireball Damage before I forget. 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6) = 10


Game Master

reflex crunch:

Bugbears
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Goblins
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

The flames envelope the closest of the horde, roiling inches from where Rolg stands, but not harming him or the other free folk. Both bugbears caught in the blast try to shake off the severe burns spread over where dark fur once grew. Of the twenty-six of their goblin comrades, only nine of them avoided the worst of the fire, and by the look of their burns, the nine are scarcely alive.

The goblins that survived or witnessed the third blast shriek in terror, and flee north, ignoring the commands of the bugbears. Two of the goblins are struck down for their disobedience, but that does not stop the dozens from running back. Rolg can take 1 AoO if he wishes. When the two bugbears see that they alone stay to fight the stubborn hobgoblin, they snarl and chase after their smaller kin to rejoin the mass of warriors.

Presently, the six see a procession of heavily armored hobgoblins carrying heavy blades and longbows march out from the same lower warren exit the adventurers used to escape. Fifteen in number, five of them appear to be giving commands to the bugbears and goblins on the flatlands. Behind them in the procession is a train of well-equipped bugbears as well. Together they assess the situation of the six and bark commands to the goblins, low-rank bugbears, and the towering giants, who nod with near-comprehension. The conglomeration of foul races begin to form lines and ranks, about two hundred feet from the defensible boulder.

The ten armored hobgoblins that did not give orders quickly unlimber their longbows and advance as the fleeing goblins run past them into the regrouping horde. They march south, determined to loose a volley once the six are in range. They are presently 150 feet from the boulders.

Hokay! That was a lot of movement! You guys get two rounds worth of actions. I can’t make more southerly map so once you guys are clear of the boulder, let me know what you do (heal, double-move, or run).

Shadow Lodge

Male Hobgoblin (Shielded) Fighter 4

"Hadregash's balls..." Rolg curses under his breath at the sight of the army regaining some discipline.

"Go! Do not stop!"

Rolg leaps off the rock and heads south as fast as possible.

Double move. I am hoping those hobgoblins will hold the ranks figuring they'll get us eventually. In any case, if you can take the "run" action, do it. If not, double moves.


Male Human Sorcerer 4

I fried everything! Fire! Fire! Thanks Porkrind!

Aladdin looks at the carnage he caused, strikes a pose, then turns quickly to escape.

"Fly! Flee! The GM God says to run south!" he hollered as he hopped down from the rock and starts running.


Defense:
AC 23, touch 14, flat-footed 21, hp 44
Other:
Fort +8 , Ref +8 , Will +3, Perception +2
Male Human Two-Handed Fighter, Level 4

Logan runs south.
Double move, like before, still staying toward the back


Male Dwarf Cleric of Irori

Clambering down from their perch, the stout Priest clutches tightly to the magical tool as heavy feet hit the ground. Once more grasping at the ropes holding his load he does his best to keep up with his longer-legged companions.

Run action if possible, if not, double move.


Game Master

Since you can only Run in a straight line… I’ll have you guys double-move off the rock, then run south. Sound good?

The line of hobgoblin archers pick up their pace with they see the six fleeing from their defensive position. Run. Stopping as one, they pull their bows back and release their arrows in unison. As the shots arc down onto the six, they continue marching after them. Attack. Move.

blot out the sun:

Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 8 - 2 = 16 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4, 1d6 ⇒ 6
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 8 - 2 = 14 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7, 1d6 ⇒ 4
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 8 - 2 = 16 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5, 1d6 ⇒ 6
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 2 = 12 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7, 1d6 ⇒ 6
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 2 = 18 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3, 1d6 ⇒ 4
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 2 = 8 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8, 1d6 ⇒ 4
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 8 - 2 = 16 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3, 1d6 ⇒ 1
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 8 - 2 = 13 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9, 1d6 ⇒ 3
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 8 - 2 = 21 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4, 1d6 ⇒ 3
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 8 - 2 = 16 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5, 1d6 ⇒ 5

1=Aladdin, 2=Jamie, 3=Bolgrith, 4=Logan, 5=Simon, 6=Rolg

Most of the arrowheads glance off Rolg and Logan’s armor, but one chances to hit Bolgrith, and another pierces the stormborn. Bolgrith takes 4 damage. Aladdin takes 3 damage.

The two heavily armored fighters bring up the rear of the group, and the drone of thousands of marching feet behind them fill their ears. The sun begins to sink over the western horizon, and it seems that the advancing army behind them means to march through the night. At least this time, the swift-footed goblins must keep pace with their slower allies, and the six are not quickly overrun as before. The ten longbow strings snap a volley at the backs of the fleeing six, albeit from further than the first volley.

arrow’d:

Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 8 - 2 = 26 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7, 1d6 ⇒ 1
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 8 - 2 = 7 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8, 1d6 ⇒ 3
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 - 2 = 19 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10, 1d6 ⇒ 4
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 2 = 18 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8, 1d6 ⇒ 6
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 - 2 = 11 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10, 1d6 ⇒ 4
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 2 = 12 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9, 1d6 ⇒ 6
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 2 = 12 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7, 1d6 ⇒ 3
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 - 2 = 17 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10, 1d6 ⇒ 3
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 8 - 2 = 23 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4, 1d6 ⇒ 4
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 2 = 18 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9, 1d6 ⇒ 1

1=Aladdin, 2=Jamie, 3=Bolgrith, 4=Logan, 5=Simon, 6=Rolg

Two more arrows stick into Aladdin’s back. Logan sees two arrows whizz dangerously close to his head, and feels a third find a chance gap in his plate armor. The rest of the arrows fall harmless against armor or bury their points into the ground. Miraculously, Jamie is unharmed by the rain of arrows. Aladdin take 16 damage and Logan takes 4 damage. Still, the six endure, pumping their legs hard and surging over the long grass that meets the mountainside.

“It was a two-day journey to get to the Oldkeep!” Jamie pants, “And the sun is setting, some of us can’t run in the dark, Rolg! What are we going to do?!”

A single command in the goblin tongue from the distant archers catches the ears of the six. “Trădătorul sânge!” Followed by a third, even farther whisper of loosed arrows.

goblin:

“The blood-traitor!”

arrow crunch:

Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 8 - 4 = 12 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 8 - 4 = 5 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 8 - 4 = 7 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 8 - 4 = 15 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 8 - 4 = 11 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 8 - 4 = 11 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 8 - 4 = 18 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 4 = 16 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 8 - 4 = 9 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Comp Longbow 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 8 - 4 = 13 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Even with his back turned and his focus on the safety of his companions, ten arrowheads harmlessly clang off the stalwart hobgoblin’s armor. The archers turn and join the ranks of the advancing army of goblinkind and giant.

Over the sound of marching feet, a great whoosh of air is heard somewhere far behind Rolg, Logan, Jamie, Bolgrith, Aladdin, and Simon. Any of the six who turn to look at the sound see a black shadow soaring through the darkening sky. Wide wings, darker than night, carry a fearsome beast with claws, teeth, and long black tail over the horde below. Orange glows from its eyes and mouth, and tiny, uneven amber lines glow between the hard-plated skin of the terrible dragon, Suanmii. The smoldering wyrm swoops along the mountainside, then clutches into the rock, unleashing an enormous gout of fire and ash into the air as it roars. The goblin and giant army below him either cheer or shriek in terror -it is too far for the fleeing six to tell. Their eyes do notice an unheld greataxe on the back of Suanmii, and from his seat Gartok the Undying pronounces orders to his horde.
“Mergem prin noapte! La a treia apus de soare, vom arde oameni în viață!”

goblin:

“We march through the night! On the third sunset, we will burn the mans alive!”

You guys are now 400 feet from the regrouped army, and appear to be gaining a small amount of ground if you keep going. You can travel for another 2 hours before needing to make Con checks to avoid fatigue and nonlethal damage, and by then, it will be dark enough for the humans to need a light source. If you stop to rest for 8 hours, unfortunately the army will catch up. Talk about what you want to do.

Shadow Lodge

Male Hobgoblin (Shielded) Fighter 4

We have two choices as I see it:

1. Spend a round lighting torches and keep running.
2. Hide and make out way to the ships and set sail for Karadjin's task, but the hoomans will get dead.

Rolg votes to keep running and try to make it in time for a warning.


“I sent that bird to my father in Silogard two days ago. The message warned him of this warlord and a coming raid, but that was before we knew of the dragon and the size of the force,” Simon says between strides, “I don’t think we’ve ever seen such an organized attack...” he turns a questioning look to Logan, assuming the young lieutenant to have more insight on what “normal” sized goblin raids looked like.

“Anyway, we can hope he responded by bolstering defenses, or at the very least, sending riders to investigate. Regardless, we need to get home to warn and aid the realm against this threat. We might have to run through the night.”

Shadow Lodge

Male Hobgoblin (Shielded) Fighter 4

"We will do all we can. If we are likely, we will meet an outrider tomorrow."


Defense:
AC 23, touch 14, flat-footed 21, hp 44
Other:
Fort +8 , Ref +8 , Will +3, Perception +2
Male Human Two-Handed Fighter, Level 4

Logan considers the force behind him as he runs "Aye, most of what we see is the occasional guerilla force of a dozen or so goblins with the occasional bugbear." he continues to run, scowling at the arrow in his shoulder, I may stab a goblin with you, later... "Aye," he says in response to Rolg, "the closer we get to Stonebit, the closer we get to the borderguard and their scouts."

Shadow Lodge

Male Hobgoblin (Shielded) Fighter 4

That should have been "lucky," not "likely."


Male Dwarf Cleric of Irori

The Priest Bolgrith tucks his head and continues running. The heaving weight of metal all but forgotten on his broad Dwarven shoulders.


Game Master

“Pay me to fight, pay me to run,” Jamie’s eyes look over the jagged mountainside, “Pay me to hide. All the same to me…” she hawks a glob of phlegm behind her and leans into her quick pace. “...but I’m not getting paid to die.”

Six force their legs onward as the sun sets, beating a path over long grass and scattered stone tumbled long ago from the Frost Tooth Range. An hour passes, and they come upon a shallow river streaming from the mountain and eastward out into the flats. Sloshing through, the six continue in their flight. The army behind them is no longer visible, though a sharp eye can still discern a flying black form a handful of miles away. The sun inches closer to the horizon as the six feel their legs tire, but they press on, knowing that every mile they gain is more time for the realm of men to mount a defense.
Hours more of jogging meets the last of the sun’s rays, and Simon calls for a momentary break, slowing to light a few torches.

“If I... stop, I’m not... running again... ever! Jamie shouts between breaths. She ignores calls to reason and hustles into the night. Not wanting the group spread too thin, the lordling does his best to light the torches as he runs, grumbling at the pit-fighter’s foolishness.

As he hurries to pass along lit to torch to Jamie in the lead, Bolgrith sees an opportunity while everyone runs relatively close together. The jostling pack on his shoulders make the thrumming of his shield difficult, but the faithful priest issues a wave of blue fire around himself and his companions, cleansing the pain and weariness of the long run. Jamie’s invigorated cheer is interrupted by Bolgrith’s broken silence. “Steel yourselves, lads and lassie,” he warns, “I’ll not be able to do that for a few more hours.”

channeled energy: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6, remember that lethal and nonlethal damage can be cured from the same healing.


“What I wouldn’t give for my horse,” pants the Wyldote to himself. He holds his torch high and keeps a close proximity to Aladdin. He peers into the darkening landscape beyond the torchlight.


Game Master

By this time, the stars light the deep blue sky overhead, and the sound of night creatures begin to grow. Passing more trees along the way, the six follow the mountainside south, until a low point in mountain range can be discerned ahead. Making haste into the Grik Pass, and after trudging past a few stone overhangs and caves, Jamie begins to complain.

“Lets set up camp! We’re far enough ahead of those rotten goblins to get some sleep, aren’t we?”

It would be difficult to judge the speed of the marching goblins (roll Engineering or Local to determine how far away they might be), but those of you who know the goblin language know that the army was going to march all night.

Kn: Engineering or Local DC 10:

The goblin army is most likely 12 miles away, marching at a rate of 2 miles per hour.


Defense:
AC 23, touch 14, flat-footed 21, hp 44
Other:
Fort +8 , Ref +8 , Will +3, Perception +2
Male Human Two-Handed Fighter, Level 4

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 to see the dangers of grik pass
He has been running all night...
Kno. Eng: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Logan looks about and considers it. "We could have maybe 6 hours of rest before they would be upon us, but that would be six hours longer before we could warn anyone. I think we should continue on."


Male Dwarf Cleric of Irori

Knowledge (Local) 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Knowledge (Engineering) 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

"The Stonebit lad is right, we must press on if we hope to issue any warning of the coming invasion." His breath comes in sure steady gusts as he smiles ruefully. "Not to mention that if we stop we'll likely all die horrible deaths."

Shadow Lodge

Male Hobgoblin (Shielded) Fighter 4

"If the lives of your race mean so little to you, Jamie, then hide and mack your way back alone. I release from my service if that is what you wish."

"For myself? I will press on. They may not be my kin, but the humans do not deserve to die unwittingly in their beds."

Rolg sets his jaw and waits to ensure the others will keep running before he continues.


Defense:
AC 23, touch 14, flat-footed 21, hp 44
Other:
Fort +8 , Ref +8 , Will +3, Perception +2
Male Human Two-Handed Fighter, Level 4

As the group talks, Logan racks his brain in regards to Gartok the Undying Kno. Nobility: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17


Male Human Sorcerer 4

Aladdin continues running, but during it, pauses quickly to summon the magical lanterns to help the group see.

Summoning Dancing Lights, moving, then after continuing running


Game Master

Jamie opens her mouth to argue with Rolg, then shuts it when nothing intelligible comes out. She silently agrees to the reason, as though she had forgotten about the plight of her people, and marches on with the rest of the group.

Hours pass. Still the six march, scarcely sustained by Bolgrith’s pulses of energy, timed hours apart to maintain a good speed. The stars slowly turn over head as the Grik Pass bends south. By the time they cross the Barrowsweep, the eastern horizon pales in anticipation of the morning sun, and they hear the heavy thuds of eight horses bearing down on them from the dark ravine ahead.

Eight well-armed Borderguard riders, one of them a dwarf, gallop into view and circle around the six. Simon’s urgency of the coming attack is met with skepticism while in the company of a hobgoblin, and in truth, they do not believe it until the dwarf and Stonebit confirm the account. They disclose that Steward Wyldote was presently crossing the East Snowrun River, and is eager to locate his youngest son. One of the captains notices the wounds of the group, and distributes curative potions to soothe the worst of the pain. Each of you heal 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (7, 5) + 3 = 15 hp.

Logan:

The lieutenant recognizes four lieutenants, three captains, and one major in this forward patrol. He knows the name of his peers: Gavin, Robert, Stephen, and Dirk (the dwarf). He also knows the name of one of the captains, Sean, and the name of the major, Norman Gaunt.

One rider wheels about and speeds from the way he came to carry the information, while seven begin to escort the six adventurers further south, estimating the time to reach the Steward and his entourage by sunset.
Now will be a good time to think about what you will be saying to the Steward of the Commonwealth.


Defense:
AC 23, touch 14, flat-footed 21, hp 44
Other:
Fort +8 , Ref +8 , Will +3, Perception +2
Male Human Two-Handed Fighter, Level 4

Netherfire:
What do I know about these people?

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