
| Úlfheðinn Sigmundarson | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Úlf nearly strikes out at the sound from outside the building, assuming that another foe was nearby. It takes only a moment for him to process the directional assistance, though, and he takes a step toward the south of the building and swings his ax through the mist once more, calling rather harsh invectives toward the cowardly thing in Skald as he does so.
If that puts me in range of actually attacking...
Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Damage: 1d12 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 11

| Zaladrel Orain | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Zal frowns at the notion of the disappeared foe but his heart is lightened by the voice of one proclaiming faith in Desna.
Putting eyes on the woman the elf offers *insert appropriate Desnan greeting here to identify himself* and then introduces the others.
All well that we have another set of eyes and hands to aid us in the castle...it has proven to be a complicated place to maneuver.

| Úlfheðinn Sigmundarson | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            "Agreed. Is nice to have new companion. From where do you hail? I do not remember you from caravan...but you say you know Koya? Is good enough for Úlf! Let us find crow-man and make sure he cannot run away from us any more."

| Asha Black | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            "May the stars bless your path," Asha responds. "A pleasure to meet you, Zal, and all of you. As for me, well, I'm from Caliphas in Ustulav originally...it's been a long, long journey to this side of Avistan, but I was inducted into the new church in Korvosa last year. Before that I was apprenticed to an Aldori swordmaster in Lastwall, and before that I was a thief in Caliphas. Funny how life leads you round, isn't it?" Asha laughs.
"Now, Koya had met this very strange, fey-like creature who was sure you'd stir up something nasty in here. Whatever it is, we'd better make sure it doesn't cause more trouble after we've gone."

| Úlfheðinn Sigmundarson | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Úlf nods in agreement, heaving his axe over one shoulder while they discuss what to do. "Úlf agrees. Oni must be found and put down. I do not think we should split up to search, though. We should stay together while we search."

| Zaladrel Orain | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Zal nods wordlessly as the newcomer pushes forward, keeping a watchful eye out for anything out of the ordinary.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

| Zaladrel Orain | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Zal gestures to the others and begins to cross to the structure. He stows his sword and shield and pulls his bow as he moves.

| Úlfheðinn Sigmundarson | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Yikes! Didn't realize that I was the one holding the game up. I'm very sorry!
Úlf follows closely behind Zaladrel, his axe held at the ready. "Zaladrel, do you wish Úlf to lead? I would rather be in the front if we find an enemy..."

| Zaladrel Orain | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Zal nods at the Ulfen and gestures for the tall warrior to proceed in front of him. As Ulf passes to take the lead Zal offers a hadn on the warrior's shoulder. Sharp eyes my friend, the foes in this place tend to trickery.
Marching to a fight hoorah hooray.

| DM Wellard | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            As you approach you hear the croaking voice again it seems this time to be almost crooning though you cannot really make out the sense of the words..
Then suddenly a large bat erupts from under the canvas flapping high above you. At the same time the cloaked humanoid emerges onto the battle ments..
Map to follow

| Zaladrel Orain | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            [ooc]Methinks we missed a cue here./ooc]
To arms! gasps the elf. Ulf, the cloaked figure, I will try to keep the bat at bay!
Wheeling his bow to bare Zal gestures to the others to engage as they dae as he fires at the bat.
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Damage is applicable: 1d6 ⇒ 1

| DM Wellard | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Here's the map after the enemy have moved out to meet you.
Round 1
Ulf 26
Asha 24
Hooded figure 20
Bat 19
Omara 10
Zaladrel 7
Runa 6

| Zaladrel Orain | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Did we lose Lissa? I understand its a pain to run here but I'm wondering if we should run her too or handwave that she and Omara went back to camp for some such purpose so the 4 of us can move on?

| Úlfheðinn Sigmundarson | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Úlf gives a broad grin when the figure steps out onto the battlement. Raising his axe above his head, he gives a loud shout as he charges forward, about to bring the weapon straight down at the figure's head when he suddenly changes tac, shifting his grip to a slash more horizontal than it is vertical.
Charging Power Attack: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 9 - 1 = 19
Damage: 1d12 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 3 = 17

| DM Wellard | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Ulf's strike hits home and the figure gives a croaking cry. Now revealed to be another Dire Corbie as the hood is ripped from it's head.This one looks even more cruel and wicked than those you have encountered before.
I took Lissa out of the equation..to be honest I have real problems with running summoners.

| Zaladrel Orain | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Fair enough I was just checking in. They seem a fair pain so I don't blame you! I LOVE Dire Corbies. Let's kill it!

| DM Wellard | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            The Corbie steps back from Ulf and points it finger at him as it croaks some more words of power.
Ulf Will Save 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Ulf feels a wave of fear wash over him but his stout heart resists the spell and the Corbie now has what might be called a look of concern on it's beaked face.
The bat swoops down towards Ulf and bites at him..
Bite 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 Damage2d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 1) + 4 = 9

| Zaladrel Orain | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            So I think I then shoot the bat for my resounding point and Runa shoots now we need new action from Omara and Asha and Ulf are up at top of the round...sorry I a eager to ge our fow back up in the thread ;p

| Zaladrel Orain | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Sung to the dulcet tunes of "what will we do with a drunken sailor" Where are the posts from Asha and Ulf. Where are the posts from Asha and Ulf. Where are the posts from Asha and Ulf. Omara is an NPC.

| Úlfheðinn Sigmundarson | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Just occurred to me that I forgot to add the charging bonus to my last attack roll. Ah, well. I hit anyway!
Úlf lets out a bark of laughter when he shakes off the fear the corby had tried to strike him with, shouting at the thing in his native tongue,"Du må gjøre det bedre enn det!"
Uncaring of if his taunt was understood or not, the large Ulfen man turns his axe upon the bird-man once more!
Power Attack: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 9 - 1 = 19
Damage: 1d12 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 3 = 20

| Asha Black | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            "Desna smite you!" Asha shouts, casting her starknife at the giant bat and following it in with her blade drawn.
Attack +20 for true strike and -4 for still in melee with Ulf.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 20 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 20 - 4 = 30 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
"Over here you overgrown flapping rat!" she shouts, darting close (to 5' away) and waving her blade and trying to draw the bat's attention away from the Ulfen warrior.

| Zaladrel Orain | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Dead dire corby. Dead dire corby! Dead dire corby? Inquiring minds and all that.

| DM Wellard | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            The Corbie steps away from Ulf again bleeding heavily and croaks out a few gasping words of a spell for Omara to stab at it from her position round the corner.
Omara AoO 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Unfortunately her aim is off and the creature completes the spell, it's bleeding stops.
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
The bat turns it's attentions to Asha after the star knife scores a furrow along it's flank however it's attack misses by a mile
Bite 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Omara them moves to fully engage the Corbie but her strike is turned by the things armour
Rapier 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

| Zaladrel Orain | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            HEll no! I get to do stuff and so does Runa. THEN new Round ;p
Zaladrel fires his bow at the bat!
1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 3 - 4 = 4
The melee is too confusing for the elf!
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