DM Blayde MacRonan's Giantslayer... The Strange Adventures of Team Ruby (Private Campaign) (Inactive)

Game Master Blayde MacRonan

Liesel-Marie gives the giant-blooded man an irritated look before she realizes who it is. I feel like Rohan just threw out the script and inserted his own description of events. Instead of replying, she turns back to Halgra. "Do you remember when we were discovered? Can you tell me anything? I had even lost that memory - my earliest complete memories are of Cham's. I only have partial memories of the time before."

Well, at least the others are coming to me. Saves me looking for them. Katrezra, the old half-orc. Being cared for at the Sanctuary. I need to speak to him.

Aodhán glanced after Rohan, an annoyed look etched upon his face. As a wise Varisian woman once said to me, 'Treat your luck well and it will never leave you.'

He turned back to the others. It may be best that we hurry. I don't know what his appetite is like, but I hope he doesn't get too carried away.

After passing through the first set of the town's inner gates, the group laid eyes upon their destination: The Killin' Ground. It was a strange structure, with walls that began a foot off the ground and a roof made entirely of canvas, which Rabus, the proprietor, undid during each and every rainstorm. Much to the annoyance of the residents living downhill of the place, as the rain washed the filth from the bar's constant partying their way.

But Rabus did a brisk business, despite the fact that he was often in a state of near inebriation. The place was often frequented by members of the militia. This was a double-edged sword for him, for Trunau had a law on its books specifically concerning Rabus's trade: should someone show for patrol or watch drunk on his moonshine, he would share in their punishment. As a result, Rabus knew the militia's shift schedule better than anyone else in Trunau. He also never allowed anyone to drink in his bar within 4 hours of their next shift, 6 to 8 if Rabus knew they couldn't handle their drink.

As the rest of Team Ruby entered the establishment, they could see Rohan sitting at a table with Liesel-Marie and Chief Defender Halgra, the latter two engaged in some sort of conversation...

As best as I can recall, Silvermane sent his raven to alert me that something was amiss at the Hopespring. I gathered up Jagrin Grath, who, in turn, sent for his sons Rodrick and Kurst, and we made our way there. I remember the sky seeming to be set on fire around a great gaping hole above the reservoir. The wind howled quite fiercely that night.

When Halgra spoke, it was with such clarity that for those that listened, it felt as though they were there with her while the events unfolded.

And there was some kind of rancid yellow cloud everywhere. My first thought was that Silvermane had created it using some kind of spell that he knew, but I would learn later such was not the case. There were voices within that mist, and with the voices, eerie shapes of things that, I reckon, were best left unseen.

For a second time that night, a shudder passed through the Chief Defender. She continued: We stumbled through that damnable mist as best we could until we finally came upon Silvermane, holding a weirdly glowing lantern. It's light seemed to keep the unseen terrors at bay. He made it clear that there were others in the reservoir - you and your companions, we would learn later - that were in danger of dying. So, with him acting as our guide, we fished you all out of the water and got you to the Sanctuary. Only when the last of you was out did the hole in the sky close, taking that cursed fog with it.

Rohan just watched chief defender tell the story as he cleared two of his 4 plates. He called the waitress over, and handed her 2 gold.

this should help cover some of the cost of my food.

He smiled and continued chowing down.

Entering the Killin' Ground to see Liesil Marie in conversation with Cheif Defender Halgra. Nyym quietly takes a seat to listen in, not daring to interrupt as soon as he hears that it's about them and how they came to be hear..

Finally some clue as to my past and how I came to be in this place. But why can I not remember? I will hold my information till the Cheif Defender has finished her conversation.

All thoughts of food suddenly vanish with the realization that she is talking about all the members of team Ruby

Just a quick peek to see what mischief you all have gotten to.

"I had a vision earlier, an elven woman, her face bloodied, trying to make her way to where I was. She moved through water at the base of a waterfall." Looking at Kyt, "I'm not sure, but I wonder now if that was a memory of you. I feel like she was coming to my aid, but I don't know why I required help."

She looks back at Halgra, "Thank you for sharing this. Oh! I guess you can thank everyone in person since they have found you!"

Rohan listened in between each bite, speaking up after the conversation died down and no one was talking.

" Sir Halgra, the story sounds amazing but I can't remember a thing about it. Last I recall is being welcomed here into your wonderful community. Which I am grateful for. Though it is good to have found information to my past as well as for the others that were found."

Rohan finally finished up his last bite of soup, after completing 4 bowls of food, thinking to himself.

"Man I sure don't get to eat like this on the road, going to have to buy double rations this time around."

"Well everyone, I know today has been great but after this fullll belly I reallyyy could use a nap. I will catch up with one of you in the morning for the cow in the morning for breakfast."

Roahn rubbed his belly when mention cow, as though he was going to eat a whole one in the morning, but really one big meal a day was more then enough, just a light breakfast and a snack would do throughout the day.

He stood up nearly bumping his head on the something hanging from the post next to the table, he looks to his back, it was a lamp. Shakes his head and heads over to get his room for the night.

"See you in the morning"

Not wanting to be rude he bowed to Everyone as a whole before leaving the table, a small bow but noticeable.

She sat down at the table Liesel-Marie was at once she had finished her previous conversation, not wanting to interrupt. She looked around the room not knowing what to think of what Liesel-Marie had said.

Could that have been me...? Of course I'd be there offering help. And I'm really sure that my unknown past me would have done the same... just not maybe the same way that I do things now. Her mind flashed back to how angry she had been over Brin's ring being lifted like that. Was she really that headstrong and brash like that in her past life? For once since she had gotten there she wasn't worried about the fact that she had lost her memories. She was more concerned about what kind of life she must of had for her to have such strong emotions like that. Were there times that she threw her own wellbeing out the window to help another? A vigilante of some sort? Or just reckless sometimes?

She took a deep breath. It is a possibility. I just wish I could remember. That way I could tell you why you were there, why any of us were there. And now the questions of why were we in trouble and wounded?

She let out a large frustrated sigh as her forehead hit the table, not really caring about the audible THUNK it made. Why? Why was this happening? Even if she never figured it out for herself could she not at least remember enough to ease their minds more? I feel as though my appetite has left me...

Speaking with her head still in the down position on the table... Oh and about the three in the alley... the leader seemed rather paturbed that her companion took the belonging like he had. Honestly she made him give it back to me. Snarky comments were made. And that was it.

Waving to the man-giant as he leaves, Liesel-Marie looks at the elf and, eyebrow raised, asks, "Three in the alley? What have you been up to while I've been here drinking my ale? It's a party, you know..."

As Liesil- Marie speaks to Kyt, Nyym realises that he came through the same gate as the party he shadowed earlier. Taking an opportunity to flag down a passing server and ordering an ale and soup for himself does a casual scan of the establishment paying careful attention to see if he sees Rishka or any members of her band from before.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

I don't like that roll so gonna roll on triple 7

trip 7: 3d10 ⇒ (6, 6, 4) = 16

Rohan makes it to a room finally, he goes to lay down on the bed and realizes his feat are yet again longer then the bed. He gets back up picks up the mattress or that there off and moves it to the floor and stretches out on the floor now covered with the bedding. He attempts to go to sleep but his mind ponders away at what happen when he was reborn, as he would call it since he still can't remember his past.

"What is it about my past that alludes me? Did I really fall through a gate from the sky, or something like that. It just doesn't seem real. A faded memory of someone tending to my wounds comes to play but that was after I was found here. Could I have just appeared out of no where? Wait maybe I am from another planet, is that even possible?

He tossed and turned feeling the the comfort of the ground and his connection to it. It was a bit strange for him to not recall his past yet he can practically recall everything thing since the Hopeknife celebration in acceptance to this society.

Not realizing his frustration was getting the best of him he slammed his hand down on the floor, the dust around the room crystallized upon his hand for a moment, as he hit the floor, then shattering away upon impact. He looked as his hand.

"Oh I must be more careful about that."

Damage to the floor kinetic Devastating Infusion: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Rohan looked at the floor with a bit of disappointment:

"Thats going to leave a serious mark."

I imagine that the hardness of 5, and hp of 5 per inch on wood won't leave that much of impact

While he did hit the floor very hard it wasn't enough to really do much damage, though he could see a slight bit of splintering where his hand hit. Decides it best to forgot about it at this moment and try and get some sleep.

"Tomorrow brings a new day, and I have training in the morning"

"I have to go and tare down this trailer some more so I will be out till Sunday, no Internet at this place. (Family)" Just bot me as needed DM"

She raises her hand in the air hailing a barmaid. Then I shall take an ale! The pint in my soul is half empty, so I require a pint that is overflowing for the body! Then maybe they will even each other out and raise the spirit! She then lifted her head so she could recount the encounter in its entirety to Liesel-Marie, Nyym, and Aodhán. Something sticky residing on the tables surface causing her a comical difficulty in lifting her gaze to meet them in the eyes. She laughs as she pulls her hair out of the glue like residue, a few strands of hair remain on the table now having been liberated from her head. Such a clumsy action before the ale has even hit me.

She tells of the encounter in its whole, coming to the end of not just her story but of her pint as well. ...and that's all of it. She lets out a big yawn. I think I'm in need of sleep now. Her body swayed with the effect of the alcohol on an empty stomach. It was a good choice to only partake in one. I think I should retire now. Who would wish to meet me for breakfast in the morrow is more than welcome to. She stood to excuse herself, waiting for parting words before she retires.

Nyym listened to Kyt's recount of her encounter and then as she stood to leave, taking another tug on his own ale. He begins....

Kyt wait a moment, I have more information on ur trio...

Then keeping his voice low so only the 4 of them could hear clearly, Nyym filled them in on his shadowing of the group back to the 1st gate. He also gave descriptions and the names he had over heard as well as the names of those they had said had not checked in. Also included how they acted towards each other as well as their worry of drawing more attention to themselves and being followed.

As u can see my friends there is more going on then we know and that the group is larger then the 3 u encountered. Unfortunately that was all I was able to garner from my pursuit of the trip.

The Chief Defender informed the remaining members of Team Ruby of lodgings at the Ramblehouse before taking her leave. She's not present for Kytynna and Liesel-Marie's discussion concerning Rishka and her Shoanti buddies.

Aodhán, in the meantime, had been chatting with one of the Killin' Grounds' serving girls, settling up his tab for the group's food and drink. When he was finished, the Chelaxian tossed back his third pint of Rabus' hooch, gave a satisfied look, then looked over his companions before speaking: Rishka. Ah know o' tha one. She likes ta party, tha she does. Oft w' dem Shanti boys fr'm Freedom Town.

It should be noted that Aodhán typically speaks using Received Pronunciation, or, as we in America like to call it, the stereotypical British accent, to signify his Chelish heritage. However, when he's drunk (as is the case here), Aodhán's accent becomes more like that of a resident of England's Black Country. This is to represent his drunken slurring of words. So if it becomes hard to read or make out, I apologize, but with the satisfaction of know that I accomplished my goal. ;)

The off-duty bouncer leaned back to look up at Kyt. Sweet Barleybrew! Sit ya arse ba down in tha chair, woman. Arm gettin a crick 'n ma neck jes lookin up at ya. Ya na goin ta sta blartin', are ya? Cayn stand it when women go to blartin'. 'Boo hoo hoo' an all da carryin on.

The halfling serving girl, whom he'd been talking to before, came over to the table. Okay, boy. I think you've hit your limit. She then looked up at Kyt. Sorry about this. Because he's a bouncer here, Aodhán doesn't get to drink all that often. When he's drunk, it's as though he's another person. Will you see to it that he gets back to Cham's place okay? The girls and I would greatly appreciate it if you do this, if it's no trouble, I mean.

Not a problem my fair maiden! She laughed as she stood back up. Come on up ya go! Hauling Aodhán to his feet, throwing his arm over her shoulder and went to turn to leave with him in tow. Guess we'll be taking out leave then. Be a big bowl of stew fer yer drunken self in the morning.

Strength Check: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
Dex Check: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
-1 for each due to 1 drink

Whoops.. She can't hold him up nor barely walk with him. And rather than fully drop him she goes down to the floor with him, softening the landing. She lets out another laugh... Ouch... might need a bit of help here...

Liesel-Marie hops up, not really feeling the effects because she nursed the same ale for quite a while, and gets under the bouncer's other arm.

With some sisterly affection, she adds, sounding a bit like a dwarf, "One more mention o 's boohoohoo'n and yer arse 'll be gettin' left 'n th' gutter. Brace yerself, Kytynna, I'm gonna need ye t' get 'im 'ome."

Strength check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"Oops! Mebbe drunk more thought than I." Giggling, "I mean, I think I'm more drunk than I thought."

Catching her breath, she tries again.

Strength check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"Oof. We're gonna me 'alf th' night gettin' 'im t' Cham's. Mebbe we can leave 'im in a wagon along th' street t' sleep 't off."

aid another: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9

Nyym attempts to assist Liesil- Marie in helping them up but with them falling over almost trips himself

After Nyym's attempt to assist Liesel-Marie resulted in a comedy of errors-type of scramble (which was not helped by the alcohol spills, food bits, and other unrecognizable junk littering the floor), the three finally managed to get the drunk bouncer to his feet and out of the door, through the second inner gate, and down to Cham's Ramblehouse.

The town's sole inn, Ramblehouse was also a boardinghouse. In addition to those of other races, Ramblehouse was home to a sizable chunk of the town's halfling population. Rumor had it that Cham Larringfass, the head innkeeper, along with several other halflings, who, like herself, were escaped slaves, had traveled all the way north to Trunau from imperial Molthune to find new lives for themselves. At the time of their arrival, the town had had little need for an inn.

However, Cham decided to not just build a place for herself and her friends, but an entire inn and boardinghouse. After convincing the rest of her crew to aid her, it wasn't long before the enterprising halfling had constructed a sprawling, eccentric manor packed with rooms of all shapes and sizes. Nearly 30 years later, and the Ramblehouse had become a vital part of the town's economy.

Upon entering the establishment, the first thing that the group saw was a group of angry halflings gathered around an obviously tired Cham, who was doing her best to calm them down.

You've got to do something about them noisy half-orcs! yelled one angry halfling.

Yeah! called out another. You can't let them go about trashing up the place.

It's being dealt with now, even as I speak. Rodrick's come to check things out. Cham's words brought forth a series of grunts and approval from the gathered patrons. He's seen the damage they've done and has assured me that he'll take care of the matter personally. The blighters have all run out without paying me, so I've just as much invested in their being found as all of you. Now be off with you. When I learn more, so will you.

Unwilling to face Cham's withering stare, the group of halflings dispersed. Relieved, the head innkeeper turned to leave as well when she took notice of Team Ruby's arrival.

Welcome back, Cham said as a warm smile formed on her plump face. I've got your room keys here. Sign or make your mark on the ledger. I'll have Bosco help you with Aodhán there. BOSCO!

Lumbering from the back came a burly and muscled man with moss-green skin. His fiery orange eyes, broad face, and sharply pointed ears gave his features somewhat of a feline cast. You called?

There you are. Please help them get Aodhán to his room.

With a grunt, Bosco reached out and easily hoisted the bouncer up across his shoulder before making his way up the stairs with Aodhán.

I'm going to miss him when he leaves, sighed Cham as she watched Bosco. Something about a vision-quest in the mountains west of here. I wish him luck with that. Turning her attention back to the remaining three teammates, the halfling continued. I appreciate your help in getting him here. He's a bit rough at times, but Aodhán is a good lad. He'd make some lucky person a good and proper mate.

She smiled knowingly as she began to eye them all approvingly. Now off with you. The day's going to come soon enough. Hopefully your heads won't be splitting like cord-wood when you wake.

After you've all gone to sleep, it isn't long before you wake to find....

All around was a wall of citrine mist, tumbling through the alley's canyon of crumbling, gray brick walls like some jaundiced flash flood. Ahead, the unfamiliar alley split, curving to the left and right. Behind, from the silent swell of fog, emanated the soft murmur of indistinct voices and the sound of footsteps – slow, yet somehow keeping pace with the careening, hungry wave.

DC 17 Perception check to make out what the voices are saying...

Aodhán: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Kyt: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Liesel-Marie: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Nyym: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Rohan: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18

Initiative:
Aodhán: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Kyt: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Liesel-Marie: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Nyym: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Rohan: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Antagonist: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

I need actions, starting with Nyym, then Liesel-Marie, and so forth. If Rohan is still unable to post up, then I'll bot him as well as posting Aodhán's action. Looks like Kyt will be going last. Good luck, Team Ruby!

"Dies laughing imagining 2 girls and 1 guy all trying to lift one drunk man to his feet and struggling to do it."

"Fairly certain my init is +4, doubled checked yup +4. So currently a 15. Granted it doesn't change the order this round. Couldn't get reactionary trait, it was changed.

Rohan gather his thoughts trying to figure out while he is sleep walking, he begins to look around to see if he can spot anyone.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Perhaps just enough to see something through the mist but couldn't quite see just this second. [waits for DM]

Immediately his thoughts bounce around his mind.

"Really must have ate to much food, or something didn't agree with me to end up in a place like this"

Rohan was concerned about eating back at the killin grounds again. Shakes his head and realizes this is not the time or place to be thinking about that.

"What why am I speaking?"

Rohan attempts to stop singing or chanting because something just didn't feel right, almost as if he was in some type of crazy dream. Unsure if he is moving or walking with a group, he attempts to acrobatics out of the line and into some bushes or something to provide cover, unsure of where he was.

Move action= Stop Singing/look around | Standard Action = Acrobatics check to get out of line

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

In all the mist and distraction his tumbled looked like someone crawling out of bed.

Nyym seeing the mist inching it's way closer backs away. Glancing both left and right to see which way may be a good escape route...

Why do I suddenly have a really bad feeling about this.

Suddenly reaches to check if he has any equipment as the last he remembered he was asleep

Mood Music 1

This is how much equipment each of you have on you at this time: Equipment Present on Characters: 1d4 ⇒ 2.
You get to pick which items you have on you. This includes weapons, armor, magic items, objects required for class abilities
(like holy symbols and spellbooks) - everything. Post what your choice of items are along with any decisions you make in regard to actions that you take.

Nyym realizes he only has his bow and his armor and not sure exactly what is happening.

We need to get out of here. Best we stay together till we know what we are dealing with

Having said that uses his kinetic blast on the fog in an effort to punch a hole in it to see what might be lurking behind it..

I hope this works

Nyym focused his will and performed series of hand movements, tapping into a store of power within. The alley became awash in a brilliant light as he gathered electricity to surround his hand; the high concentration of crackling energy produced a sound reminiscent of many birds chirping.

Nyym's Elemental Jutsu (Thanks, Naruto! ;) )

The half-drow cautiously approached the mist and, with a movement born both of precision and practice, thrust his lightning-enveloped hand within. The vapor swirled around his wrist, unaffected by the action.

However, before he could pull back his arm, Nyym felt something grab hold of him. To the horror of everyone else present, he was jerked violently into the mist, as though he were a rag-doll. There was an eerie moment of silence, then the voices grew louder, only this time they were accompanied by the grisly sounds of rent flesh. Blood sprayed from the confines of the mist, splattering against the walls of the alley.

And then, there were four... the rest of you make DC 10 Perception checks.

Aodhán's Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Aodhán stared, his mouth agape, after witnessing what happened to Nyym. Once the realization dawned that the half-drow was well and truly gone, his shock and dismay became anger. He brought up his hands, clad in his caestūs, and assumed a defensive stance before yelling, Come out and face us, villain!

As if to mock him, the voices subsided back to their previously low volume.

Aodhán is wearing his caestūs and armor.

"The perception was to check if I could see the people as it wasn't stated immediately, while your perception roll was to identify the people chanting and my own voice. Although there is no place to roll other then the ally or mist, I will correct the statement of actions"

Perception DC 10: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Rohan puzzled by what was going on, as Nyym just disappears. Rohan agreed that we needed to stick together. Smacking his head on the ally wall as he tried to tumble away not realizing where he was and ended up in his same place.

"This mist is so distracting, there a freaking wall here, duhhh"

Mocking his self as he barely awake to keep attention focused. Rohan does what he should have done to start with, and stops singing as originally decided, and takes up total defense. Trying to figure out what they were up against.

"Tried to recover last post, Total defense is my action"

Liesel-Marie looks around, wonderingly. I don't remember waking up and here it is night again already. Was there something in the ale? I didn't feel drunk...

She hefts her greataxe in both hands before she realizes that she has it to hand. Looking down, she takes comfort in its weight. Ah, I must have expected trouble, bringing my axe and wearing armor. Where am I?

Standing with the others to form a defensive perimeter, she readies an action to attack with her greataxe if the threat makes itself known.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Chanting... What madness is this?

She gestures toward the wall of the alley, "Did you see that? And hear that? A new voice." Her knuckles whiten on the haft of the axe. She growls, "I'd rather be facing a bear in the snow. What is this?"

Rohan replys to Liesel:

"See what, what is it?

Puzzled to whats going on his actions raised in total defense. He was unsure of what was going to happen next.

"The mist seems so unreal, eerie giving me shivers"

He worried about what is going to come from the mist and snatch another of us.

"We must join together, backs to each other to prevent us from being caught off-guard, what do you say?"

Trying to think of ways to better attune to the situation.

"On the wall, a splash of blood when Nyym was pulled in. The word 'me' appeared and I think I heard Nyym's voice join the chorus."

She's standing facing the mist, so if you want to form a defensive ring, it should be simple enough. I was thinking the same as you, but did not state it in my post, sorry.

Shock and heartbreak rock Kyt as she watched Nyym being pulled into the mist. The sight of his blood splattering out of the fog and hitting the wall felt like somebody just punched a fist into her gut and ripped it out. This did not just occur! I don't know what this is, but it must not live! Do not touch it at all! Do not go near it! We have no idea what is in it, beast, poison, or evil magic! She thinks to herself for a split second. The other part of her speaking up.

What do I do?

You might want to...

She grabs the attention of those who are left, and states only loud enough for them to hear...We need to fall back. It's coming at us. Defensive stance or none, we need to keep back from it. Her hand sitting on the hilt of her temple sword on her left hip, hopeknife sitting on her right.

Then to the fog, anger at Nyym's loss boiling up... You cowardly piece of gutter trash! Diplorable show of chickenry if I were to ever see one! Oh hold on a moment, I just witnessed it! Slimy, putrid, noxious, not to forget completely tone deaf! I mean what form of chanting it that? I feel as though I'm at Sunday mass! You couldn't scare me even if you tried to... I believe that's what you're trying to achieve is it not? This is the most obnoxious attack I've ever seen in my life! I've seen worse fogs than this down at a city port dock!

She kept herself back and hoped that the others followed.

Aodhán looked down at his feet, the roiling citrine mist just shy of touching him. Kyt is correct. We need to fall back. Maybe we can find a better defensive position than this. As it stands now, this alley makes for the perfect bottle-neck. He took a half-step back from the fog, creating a little more separation between himself and it. Lead us out, Kyt. Call out where you're going and I'll follow once every one else has gone after you.

The Chelaxian took yet another step back, but as he did, there was a shimmer in the space where he had previously stood.

Or was standing still. For now there were two Aodháns, the first that retreated slowly, the other that remained in a defensive stance.

Go! Now!

As if on cue, the second Aodhán charged headlong into the mist. Just like before with Nyym, there was an eerie quiet, and, as before, the voices grew louder, followed by the ripping of flesh. Again, blood sprayed from the confines of the mist, and again it splattered against the walls of the alley.

Aodhán cringed at the sight of himself being killed, but he kept backing up slowly toward the intersection, staying out of the yellow vapor's reach.

The splatter from Aodhán's dupe also seems to form a pattern that reads "save." Decide now, Team Ruby. Left, right, or stand and fight?

Rohan watches this time as kyt pointed out the splatter then the sight of Aodhan doppleganger diving into the mist.

"What fowl Trickery is this?"

He steps back in step with kyt to avoid the mist from reaching his feet at his defensive stance, calling out:

"Lets go right while we can and avoid the fog before it upon our toes."

Something didn't seem right, second images of people, misty fog, a ally way from nowhere.

Where does these ally lead, what doom is lurking in the mist?

Rohan steadies his feet after stepping back and prepares to draw from the earth a bow if he should need to, as the group decides which path should we choose.

"I forgot to mention the item that was carried, studded leather and hopeknife, basic clothing"

Liesel-Marie backs away as the others move, following their lead, but not taking her eye off the mist. It's like fighting in a blizzard. Damnable snow-fey and white bears looking just like more snow...

At least it's not cold, too.

Looking between right and left, both looking the same as far as a way out.
Odd-Right / Even-Left

odd or even: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Sadly the odds are fifty-fifty either right or left. Much better than one hundred percent death should we stay. Aodhán, you and Liesel-Marie take point and go to the right. While Rohan, you and I will keep our eyes on our flank while we follow behind them. I trust not our backs turned towards this fog. If all are agreed let us move quickly!

She looks back towards the fog, her grief and anger over Nyym had stopped her from really looking before. Keeping her eyes on it as they move down the right path.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Totally didn't roll perception earlier, sorry guys.

With that roll, Kyt, you too notice the patterns in the blood on the walls, seeming to spell out the words "save" and "me."

Heading on down the right, the group began to notice that the alley walls sagged, battered brick slumping over the path, nearly blotting out the bruised twilight sky. Again the grimy cobblestone path split. This time one route curved uphill, while the other recklessly descended. All the while, the sickly yellow fog and the relentless sound of pursuit grew closer.

What now, Team Ruby? Will you go up, down, or stand and fight?

Liesel-Marie points up the slope, "A natural mist would sink, right?"

"This make no sense, how the H..."

He turns and looks to the group.

"Up the hill right? Fog can't rise like that can it?"

He had more question then answers, for all the unexplained something he has never seen before not even in his dreams. There just no way one is expected to survive hell like this.

Agreed! I to think we should go up! Keeping our current formation though...

She motioned for Aodhán and Liesel-Marie to go first, while she and Rohan kept up the flank, ever watchful of the encroaching fog.

Aodhán, seemingly unconvinced by the logic expressed by the rest of Team Ruby, looked about to speak, but thought better of it. As he motioned for the Erutaki to move ahead, the voices within the yellow mist called out to them once more:

And then – if we all won't cry, fer shore –
The Raggedy Man he'll come and "splore
The Castle-halls," and steal the "gold"—
And steal us, too, and grab and hold
And pack us off to his old "Cave"!—And
Haymow's the "cave" of The Raggedy Man!—
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
Here comes the raggedy man! Raggedy man! Raggedy man! Hey, raggedy man! Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!

The mist parted, now mere steps behind. A mask of gray rags emerged, strips of something fleshier than fabric worming and constricting across a body that was almost humanlike — but too lean, and far too flexible. Gauzy gray ribbons reached out like tendrils, each grasping for less doubtful flesh to claim.

Initiative Reminder:
Aodhán: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Kyt: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Liesel-Marie: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Rohan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Raggedy Man: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Starting with Liesel-Marie on down in the initiative order, I need to know what Team Ruby is doing once the Raggedy Man emerges from the mist.

"Am I correct to believe the the man emerges from this mist which is in front of ky and Rohan who are watching the rear?"

"Stands by waiting for Liesel-Marie action before his"

Quite unnecessarily, Liesel-Marie shouts, "Watch out!" Stepping between her friends, she sends the blade of the greataxe whistling toward the now-exposed figure with a roar as her rage overwhelms her mind.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"Go Liesel..."

Offering encouragement to his comrades.

Rohan throws his arms up to draw a bow as the ground shifts and particles form a bow and an arrow out of Stone. He released the arrow as it flies fast towards the Raggedy Man.

Stone Arrow Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Though gray gauze covered whatever it had for eyes, this seemed to do little to hinder the Raggedy Man. The creature's fanged maw twisted into a caricature of grin as it brought up a clawed hand and effortlessly, as though the act itself was merely an afterthought, caught the axe-blade of Liesel-Marie's attack, stealing the weapon's momentum and preventing any real damage from being inflicted upon it.

Then, with its free hand, the alien creature produced an oversized razor and slashed out at the Erutaki warrior, the blade slicing with horrific ease through flesh and cloth as blood trailed in its wake.
Raggedy Man war razor attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
War Razor damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Fully intent on disemboweling Liesel-Marie, the strange creature was in the process of bringing the razor back for another slash when it was hit by Rohan's arrow of stone. But though the shot prevented the Raggedy Man from following through on its intended action, it otherwise seemed unaffected by the hit.

Upon seeing the Raggedy Man emerge from the yellow mist and attack Liesel-Marie, Aodhán's features hardened as he brought up his fists before him, shifting from a cross-arm defensive stance to an offensive one. In that moment, the Chelaxian seemed to undergo a transformation, one where he was set upon the utter destruction of his foe as he dashed forward. His caestūs became limned in flame as he launched a straight punch with his rear hand.

Aodhán's cross: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Cross Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 4 + (3) = 13

The powerful punch came across the bouncer's body and landed squarely on the left side of the Raggedy Man's face, bits of fire glittering from the force of impact. However, much to Aodhán's dismay, the creature seemed indifferent to his strike.

I assumed my 13 was not a hit - should I roll damage? The description indicates no.

Pain and anger war for precedence in the girl warrior's scream as the war razor nearly cuts her in half.

I assumed my 13 was not a hit - should I roll damage? The description indicates no.

Pain and anger war for precedence in the girl warrior's scream as the war razor nearly cuts her in half.

Even with the Raggedy Man being flat-footed for her attack this round, Liesel-Marie technically missed. But it was close enough to warrant a cooler description than "swing and a miss". I did the same with Rohan (he was close to hitting its actual AC). Aodhán wasn't even close with his attack, but I had to make it look good. As a professional wrestling fan, I used the technique called the "no-sell" to describe the attacks made thus far (a no-sell is where the opponent shows no reaction to someone's offensive moves as a way to demonstrate endurance, appear invulnerable to pain, legitimately undermine an opponent or to illustrate masochistic tendencies). A "sell," conversely, is where one reacts to an opponent's attacks in a manner that suggests to the audience that the attacks hurt, btw. You can, of course, "over-sell" (which can be hilarious) but I think you get the idea. The Raggedy Man is a Terminator-style opponent, as in it can't be bargained with, reasoned with, doesn't feel pity, remorse, or fear, and wont stop until you are dead, so I figured this approach worked best to drive that point home.

Attack on Flank to LM: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 = 7
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

You've got to focus and calm down! You'll never avenge Nyym that way! She mentally chastises herself while taking a 10pt chunk out of the ground, wishing that had been the Raggedy Man's head! I cannot allow you to live! You perversely ill freak of nature!

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Looking back into the fog... Please let him be the only one in there...? Doubt we could handle two or more of him!