"I can, I guess. What we want is through and out, right?"
"That sounds right, yes."
Firinn shrugs, both at the prospect of keeping the mace and the fact that the rest of the group seem intent on talking their way through the mongrel settlement...
Rhionnag swoops in and lands gently on his back - her presence a soothing reminder that all would be well.
Everyone is off the boat talking in a tunnel about 300' away from entrance to an enemy area. Who is going to try to talk or initiate an attack?
I forgot about Firinn being bitten by the fly and contracting Filth Fever.
"Disease (Ex)
Filth Fever: Bite—injury; save Fortitude DC 14; onset 1d3 days; frequency 1/day; effect 1d3 Dex damage and 1d3 Con damage; cure 2 consecutive saves.
Some flies might carry other diseases, at the GM’s discretion. The save DC is Constitution-based.
Firinn please make another fort save, you can have a +2 to the save from Khaz and the healer in Neatholm.
Right now Firinn is Latent/Carrier if you fail this check you will become weakened. But you still have 2 more days to make the saves to clear it before you take the damage. It says to ignore the onset but we won't here right now but later we will.
Seeing nobody stepping forward, Khaz walks looks around. To his group, he says "I'll walk forward. Anyone who is able to hide in the shadows, do so. There is a good chance this will end in bloodshed. If they attack, ambush them."
With as much confidence as he could must, he waled forward. Stepping in front of the gates, he calls out:
"Oi! The name is Khaz Clouldbreaker. Who here is in charge? I am traveling through these lands and wish to parlay."
3 guards stand by what looks like a single entrance into the cave system a head, there are 2 barricades that block the way and offer the guards some place to hide if needs be. They are a bit stunned by Khaz's sudden appearance and his proclamation that he wishes to parlay. They all look at each other and 1 of them rushes into the facility.
The chamber is not large enough for anyone to hide in, or so Khaz can tell.
Khaz held the haft of his axe with the head resting on the ground. He stood there, armored and motionless, while he waited for the mongrelmen to send someone to speak with. It was a good sign that none detected as evil. It did not mean that conflict was out of the picture, but it did greatly lessen the likelihood.
As Khaz steps forward to speak with the guards, Lorena tries to stay hidden in the shadows.
Carter stands a bit behind with the others for support.
Firinn likewise, stays close to the wall.
Rhionnag flutters behind him, wings barely making a sound.
Another Mongrel comes to the entrance to the cave, it is a woman from what you can tell she moves up to the first barricade stopping.
"You came through Neatholm?" You cannot tell if it is a question or a statement.
”We passed by a small village. They gave us passage through their lands on our journey to the surface. Our homes and families are above, and we must hurry to ensure their safety. We ask for safe passage through this territory. Will ye grant it?”
Khaz remained completely stationary, his hands resting lazily on the handle of his greataxe. He spoke with the ease and confidence of someone who spoke the truth.
The woman shift a bit, you can see a quiver at her side and a bow in her hand.
"What will you give us for it? How did you come to be down here?' The woman asks.
”We are from the city above. There was an explosion and we fell. As for what can we do for safe passage...well...I am a man of faith. Perhaps I could teach the word of Bolka? She is a goddess of healing, and supporting the clan. Otherwise, what do you believe would be fair?”
The woman chews on what Khaz has just told her.
"I see, I am to take you prisoner and take you down to Hosilla." 2 more mongrels come out of the cave, they number 6 in total now.
”No. Ye shall not. I, Khaz Cloudbreaker, say this without malice or ill intent. Ye can work with me, and as reasonable people we can reach an accord. But attempt to imprison me, and I shall defend myself.”
If the leader moves to attack, Carson tries a casting of Charm Person, trying to do so from behind one of the other party members to make it less obvious.
Terry stands behind Khaz, making no attempt to hide or misdirect,initially holding his bow pointed down, but bending his arm when they "offer" to take us prisoner.
4 mongrels approach the group who is visible, they carry crude looking manacles with them the leader still doesn't move.
The Mongrels get to Khaz motioning for him to lay his weapons down, they have taken no hostile actions yet. The leader looks as if she is growing impatient.
Terry sighs as he steps back and lifts his bow arm, still without moving the other hand towards his quiver. "I think you heard him say we would not be taken prisoner. Perhaps a little more conversation before he picks up that axe and ends the discussion?"
After handing off the disguise scale to Lann, Lorena tries to move forward stealthily though non-threateningly in case they see her.
”I warn ye. I don’t want to fight, but if ye try to put us in irons we will resist. This is your last chance to be reasonable.” He remained in a stance that showed lethal intent.
The leader huffs a bit, "You are bringing this on yourself." She draws her bow ordering the mongrels to take you alive.
Firinn wiats, arrow drawn, not wanting to prokvoke hostilities until the others are clearly done with their negotiations.
The Yellow hued mongrelman, moves up and swings his club at Khaz in a manner more to knock him out then kill him.
Terry sighs. "We didn't have to do it this way," apparantly talking to the mongrelmen.
Terry nocks, draws, and looses a shaft at the mongrelman to his left.
Khaz swung back, using the blunt side of his greataxe. If they were not using lethal force, then he wasn’t going to either.
As she hears the sound of fighting ahead, Lorena moves up towards the mongrelmen, spear at the ready. Stopping in the tunnel, she quickly casts a spell, sending a wave of not-quite-holy energy flowing through her.
Seeing that they were clearly trying to take them in peacefully, Carson takes a page from the dwarf's book and steps against the wall, spraying a flash of color from the end of his wand across the mongrels.
Firinn's arrow lands drawing a line of blood along the bicep of the yellow clothed Mongrelman, Khaz's axe drops it to the ground drooling and unconscious. Carson's spray is bright and lights up the room but the Mongrels know how to keep their focus. Seeing their prisoners fighting back the mongrel men switch to taking you down hard.
[ooc]Round 1
Firinn, Yellow (2L, 13NL unconscious) <---
Terry, Khaz <---
Lorena, Carson
Red, leader, Blue, Purple
Just noted that I forgot to put the arrows[/ooc[
Grunting in pain, Khaz responsed with a blow that had lethal intent.
Terry Takes a shot at the Mongrel on Carson.
Terry's shot clanging off the rock but not striking it's target, Khaz drops one of the Mongrelmen into a bleeding mess on the ground.
After cutting down his foe, Khaz pushed his hand against is wound and willed it to close. He would not fall this day.