"Nay,"Isaac replies, "We come seeking aid of the 'Halanidrim' as you call them. We have come under a powerful curse of the elven gods after a... misadventure. It was told to us that they would have the means of ridding us of this affliction; we hope only that the price isn't too dear. What we hold is the burden we must bear until we obtain the powerful magics to be rid of it."
Bluff:
Justin arcs a disbelieving eyebrow, then barks a short laugh.
"No. We're not servants, just new found friends who don't. like. bullies." He says with a smirk in elvish, then turns to glance at Isaac.
"Hm. 'Trading Info' usually doesn't work out much better than parley, but at least they're willing to give it a try now. What do you think?" He asks in common, glancing at both Isaac and Karrin. He also glances briefly at Nari, a speculative look on his face.
Quietly in common, Isaac says to Justin:
"We try to string them along, then we try teh give 'em the laugh. Hopefully we leave them without a sodding clue o' what we're really here for. Comes down to a dust-up, we can always put 'em down but I get the feeling we'll get to the temple and they'll say,"Thanks for the Seed, but first we need yeh teh solve all our Ice Spider problems 'fore we can give up that magic thing ye need." And I'm not inclined to dive into a plane-wide war without namin' a price first. Let's just see where this goes, I reckon."
"Maybe they just want to kill time till our spells wear off?" Karrin suggests in common, "I'd say we we tell them to scram unless they have something useful for us, because we're in a hurry."
"Nay,"Isaac replies, "We come seeking aid of the 'Halanidrim' as you call them. We have come under a powerful curse of the elven gods after a... misadventure. It was told to us that they would have the means of ridding us of this affliction; we hope only that the price isn't too dear. What we hold is the burden we must bear until we obtain the powerful magics to be rid of it."
Bluff: 1d20+6
The woman calls back.
"Who are we to stand in the way of relieving a curse? What is it that curses you? My master is powerful as well, and no friend of the Seldarine or the Whore of Arvandor. Perhaps we can work out a mutually advantageous deal?"
Justin arcs a disbelieving eyebrow, then barks a short laugh.
"No. We're not servants, just new found friends who don't. like. bullies." He says with a smirk in elvish, then turns to glance at Isaac.
The woman calls back
"You stand with our sworn enemies. That is not bullying, that is war. If you have found friendship with the Halanidrim this quickly, then your allegiance is quickly given indeed."
"It is a curse of memory.", Isaac calls back, "Each night after we have rested we can recall less of our pasts- slowly it will consume our minds until we are cast adrift, forever devoid of identity. I was assured that only a powerful priestess of the Seldarine could lift it- who is your master, what can you tell us of him?"
"It is a curse of memory.", Isaac calls back, "Each night after we have rested we can recall less of our pasts- slowly it will consume our minds until we are cast adrift, forever devoid of identity. I was assured that only a powerful priestess of the Seldarine could lift it- who is your master, what can you tell us of him?"
The woman shouts back
"My mistress is the Winter Queen, Morgadril, most favored of the Demon Queen of Spiders. I am Helegungol, but most call me Hel. I am of the Morkarthau, who rule this world, save for this small realm."
The woman pauses and resumes
"My mistress is a powerful priestess, imbued with the very divine spark of the Queen of Spiders. If anyone will be able to lift your curse it will be her, not some pallid strumpet cowering in her brothel temple."
The party notes the pale complexions of the elves they stand next to flushing at these words
Justin nods at both Isaac's and Karrin's whispered words.
"It is a curse of memory.", Isaac calls back,...
"Nice one." Justin murmurs in common, barely moving his lips.
He notes the reaction of the group of elves they are with to the wolf-rider's words. He speaks in elvish, just loud enough for the sharp ears of their escort to hear him.
"Wow. Insults already. And you guys haven't said anything yet. You must really have ticked them off. I like you lot better already." He murmurs, hoping to keep the mood of the elves mellow enough that they won't do anything stupid. At least not until the Rose group does.
He calls out loud in elvish to the wolf-riders; "Ah. I see. No offense my lady, but we were given this information by someone that we still retain enough memory of to know we can trust. By your own words you are at war with these folk, and therefore anything that you say about them, we must understandably take with a spoonful of skepticism. Our most sincere apologies, but you surely understand, we are most eager to be rid of this curse before it can inflict further damage."
Ekuur simply listens to the exchange, but watches the dark elves carefully.
sense motive
Ekuur simply listens to the exchange, but watches the dark elves carefully.
sense motive 1d20+10
Ekuur:
Bearer. That women wishes us ill. I will lend what strength I have to you if we do battle.
"So what's the plan?" Merle asks "Or are we just improvising as we go along?"
By your own words you are at war with these folk, and therefore anything that you say about them, we must understandably take with a spoonful of skepticism. Our most sincere apologies, but you surely understand, we are most eager to be rid of this curse before it can inflict further damage."
The woman replies
"As you say, we are at war with these Hanalindrim. Thus, if you stand with them, I will assume that we are also at war with you. The friend of my enemy is also my enemy and all that. So, if we can't come to a mutually-beneficial compromise?"
The nine worg-riding Svartafardrim ready their lances
Karrin casts Bull Strength on herself.
Ekuur speaks loudly. "These dark elves do not wish to talk, they wish to destroy us. I believe they only talk to try and get into a position more for their advantage."
Isaac shrugs with regret.
"As you can tell, my companions grow anxious to move on. If you won't give us the road, I fear it must be war between us."
Ekuur speaks loudly. "These dark elves do not wish to talk, they wish to destroy us. I believe they only talk to try and get into a position more for their advantage."
Merle nods at Ekuur's words
Justin nods slightly to acknowledge Ekuur's whisper, then shrugs.
"Sorry my lady. I wish we had the luxury to discuss the possibilities further. I'm always interested in a mutually beneficial exchange of knowledge. And your benefactor sounds to be a most interesting source of information."
Justin casually pulls back the sides of his coat, revealing his own sword and dagger, and the wands tucked into the belt next to each.
"But you heard the man. We're on a bit of a schedule. So, if you don't mind, stand aside or get fried! Please." He adds smiling, flexing his fingers as if preparing for a quick draw.
Group init
Rhiannon glances over her shoulder at the caster's arrayed behind her, fully understanding of the havoc they are capable of wreaking.
"Just clear me a path to her."
"Keep back until I give the Sacred Flame a chance to soften our foes up!" he warns.
fireball
"One path, coming up!"
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DM DICE
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DM DICE
Spoiler:
Initiatives: Forest Road Fight (rd 1)
Svartalfardrim:21 [Charging]
Lady Hel: 20 [Casting]
Issac: 15
Merle: 12
Merric, Belan, and Calix(Hanalindrim): 12
Karrin: 11
Justin: 11
Naridre: 11
Jenadiel: 11
Ekuur: 8 [Fireball!]
Rhiannon: 8
Maelrin: 8
Six of the dark elven knights and their worgish mounts begin a charge down the road, red lances couched at the ready. Three stay behind, unslinging wicked-looking red bows. Lady Hel points what looks to be a large icicle at the party. Suddenly, a frigid gust of wind hits them. A swirling roil of cloud appears above them, raining down massive clumps of hail.
Merle lets out a cry of pain as the Ice storm hits her but it is nothing compared to the animal shriek Seph gives out as the blast virtualy shreds him* Seeing her brother's batterd cat like form trying to pull itself free from the ice something inside Merle snaps ignoring the scroll she was origonally going to use she draws a diffrent one
"You hurt my brother." She snarles out not caring that they cant understand her "Let's see how you like being in Agony."
Moving to t14
Use magic device Scroll of Mass pain strike**
Hits 9 enemies (5 riders and 4 mounts) Dc 18 fort save or 1d6 none letal damage for 9 rounds + sickend for duration
Damage 1st round
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A bloody Seph weakly pulls himself from the frozen ruble and makes his way to cover pretty much collapsing next to the trunk
Caster lvl check
Isaac grits his teeth against the cold and pulls out his pike, bracing it for the charge.
Grunting and shivering from the impact of the snow and ice, Rhiannon guides Thunderhead forward a stride, emerging from the storm of cold, lance leveled ready to charge.
Justin holds his arm up, his glowing shield of force from his ring trying to shield him from the deadly hail, and not doing a great job so far. He does manage to keep his brains from being bashed in by the giant iceballs, but the rest of him looks and feels like he's been pummeled by a giant that he owed money too. Lots of money. He knows the feeling because he's been there before. Sigil's creditors don't fool around.
"Not bad lady." He coughs as he wipes blood from his eyes with one tattered coat sleeve.
"Now try mine!" He shouts, and sends a small, innocuous looking flame speeding from his finger to fly at the far group. And go boom,...
Initiatives: Forest Road Fight (rd 1)
Svartalfardrim:21 [Charging]
Lady Hel: 20 [Casting]
Issac: 15 [setting pike]
Merle: 12 [Mass pain strike]
Seph: 12 (taking cover)
Merric, Belan, and Calix(Hanalindrim): 12
Karrin: 11 [delay]
Justin: 11 [Fireball!]
Naridre: 11
Jenadiel: 11
Ekuur: 8 [Fireball!]
Rhiannon: 8
Maelrin: 8
Dm Dice
Two of the charging riders out in pain as Merle's spell envelops them. One Svartalfardrim knight vomits copiously, the greenish goo spraying behind him. The two affected mounts howl in agony as they advance
Issac plants his spear and awaits the thundering wall of armored wolf
The three Hanalindrim archers look battered, but still afoot. They send arrows at the riders
Atks:
The arrows wobble in the driving sleet and fall short
10d6+4d6
Justin gestures and there is a blast of fire from the back of melee where Lady Hel sits astride her nightmare. he smell of buring pork and hair scents the area.
Jena gestures and a pit opens up in front of one of the wolf-riding knights. He falls into it with a howl from his mount.
Ekuur's blast hits the riders, and two tumble down with their mounts. The others ride on, but their armor looks almost as if it has ...melted somehow.
The cloud continues to vomit down a pelting sleet, but the damaging hail is now just a thick morass of icy goo making everything slick
Karrin casts swift fly and lands in the squares 15-16 PQ, then she makes tries to chop down the lead wolf and rider:
(attacking a wolf either way)
A strange sigil crawls across her skin becoming visible as it reaches her face and then disappearing in a burst of power. Nari makes for cover as quickly as she is able.
Karrin casts swift fly and lands in the squares 15-16 PQ, then she makes tries to chop down the lead wolf and rider:
1d20+13
3d6+13+1d6
1d20+13
3d6+13+1d6
(attacking a wolf either way) 1d20+13
3d6+13+1d6
Karrin's large form rockets into the fray, blue axe swinging. Her blows glance off the armor of the mounted knights
Karrin's large form rockets into the fray, blue axe swinging. Her blows glance off the armor of the mounted knights
1d20+10
A blast of fire erupts in a thunderous whallop over Lady Hel and her wolf rider escort
Dice:
The blast vaporizes the three escorts. Lady Hel and her mount are standing, but have felt the lash of the arcane flames
Ekuur: