Brallenera notices there are at least 3 enemies in sight, with possibly a few more nearby.
Brallenera's turn
Brallenera's bolt goes wide.
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All taer foes draw spears as they move closer to team pathfinder.
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Quinn
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Quinn drinks an extract of shield and draws his sword, ”You know, I’ve a suspicion this is all our fault.”
Quinn's downing the extract like a thirsty Irishman does with a tasty beer.
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The fire grows, dealing fire dmg to the outpost.
Cyan moves further south.
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Brallenera & Carr
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Orange & Ujugro
Red
Green
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Quinn
As Brallenera aims her crossbow, several spears are hurled her way.
All spears miss, except Brallenera's own target, who seems to effortlessly hurl his spear, hitting her spot on in the shoulder, at which she returns the pain in kind with a bolt to the chest.
The bulky taer breaks it off and beats his chest.
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Orange, having seen the attack coming from the dwarfess, storms towards Brallenera.
She's spitting some blood, as she takes a sharp right hook to the jaw.
This turns out to be painful for the taer, too, as Carr hacks into the beastman for a good 11.
The bulky approaches Brallenera, angry at being hit.
She's seeing stars, as the mighty fist lands on her chest.
Red storms off towards Quinn.
The taer seems to have hit an underlying rock, as he nearly trips arriving in front of Quinn, utterly missing his intended attack.
Green joins the bulky one near Carr.
Angelboy is seeing stars too, as this beastman swings a solid left fist into his jaw.
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Quinn
Quinn takes a moment to size up the foe Carr struck .
Then he makes a strike with his sword.
Then Quinn steps to his left .
Quinn eyes the taer, and with a quick jab, plants the blade of hi sword cane into armpit of the beast, where it slides through several places that start bleeding.
The taer keels over.
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The fire goes on, dealing fire dmg to the outpost.
Cyan storms towards Quinn, raising a fist as it comes.
Quinn sees it coming, and has plenty of time to duck aside and evade the attack.
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Brallenera & Carr
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Ujugro
Red
Green
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Quinn
Brallenera grabs her axe, and swings away at the bulky one.
It's a close miss, a very close miss.
Carr
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Ujugro (-9)
Red
Green
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Quinn
Carr lands a mean one on the bulky taer, enraging it even more.
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The taer seemingly favor nearest 1st, and Carr's stepping back doesn't yet affect the taer.
Ujugro (-20) vs Brallenera.
Red vs Quinn
Green moves towards Brallenera.
The taer put a brutal beatdown on Brallenera, bringing her down to 14 HP.
Quinn doesn't remain unscathed either, getting used as a punching bag before getting bitten in the shoulder.
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Quinn
Quinn takes a step back, drinks his final extract and studies his next target .
Quinn withdraws from the taer to his sled, and can leave on his turn.
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Round 4
Cyan steps up to Brallenera.
He hits her for 3.
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Brallenera withdraws and gets onto the sled.
Carr is close enough to the sled to move onto it, clacking a sign for the huskies to move.
The dogs waste no time, and the sled takes off at average speed, well beyond taer speed.
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Only the bulky taer moves to near Quinn's location at 2x move.
After which Quinn gives the sign, likewise taking off, joining his friends on their way back.
The trio eventually make their way back to civilization, and the VC's office.
He looks up from writing something.
"Ah, you've returned.", he notices the bundle you have with you, and the lack of one person, at which he somewhat frowns with a look of sympathy.
"Great work on the recovery.
That said, it seems an adequate member is missing. You are all of some repute, so a retrieval can be arranged."
"For now, rest and get your mind sorted. You look like you need it."
While Brallenera and Carr bid goodbye to Quinn, and meet back up with Mylvwara, a team of seasoned agents travel to see about recovering Ting's body.
They do, after killing a great beast, cutting it open and retrieving his body. The three friends are called, courtesy of the VC, for Ting's revival.
The initial sight is grim, as Ting's body is all charred. Miraculously, his items are relatively unscathed.
A few minutes later, he wakes up on a slab in a room, which Brallenera woke up in some time ago as well, once again drawing breath.
It has been two weeks, since your dreadful venture into the cold mountains. You've all been occupied with whatever keeps you busy.
Then one night, you meet up at Caeden's Corner, a corner tavern in Absalom, to catch up. The place is crowded, yet lively in the pleasant sort.
Drexel happens to be there too. He sees most patrons in pairs or alone, save this odd bunch of 4 at a table nearby.
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Then, a young lad steps in. He looks around, sizing up everyone. His gaze seems to rest on you four and Drexel.
" Excuse me. I've a message for you.", he hands you a letter.
He looks over at Drexel. "This concerns you too, sir."
Agents, i write this letter in haste, as i am occupied with pressing matters. Suffice to say, you will find your briefing within this letter.
Some of our agents have tried establishing relations with residents in Numeria, specifically a site known as Scrapwall, but to no avail. The locals are not exactly trusting, and the organization called 'The Technic League', have made efforts considerably difficult.
Not an hour ago, this young lad came to my office, how he entered is beyond me. He spoke of a savage gang, calling themselves 'The Lords of Rust', and how his mistress is becoming more concerned with the gang's growing influence in the region.
In exchange for speaking on our behalf, to improve our reputation, she asks of us to do something about the gang.
Thus, your mission is following:
Travel to Numeria, meet up with the lad's mistress, and help her however you can. I have no information about the composition of the gang, that you will have to ask either the lad or his mistress.
Venture Captain Hestram.
Numeria, nicknamed 'Land of Fallen Stars', is a barren and harsh land, populated by barbaric tribes and scavengers of every sort.
Numeria is also said to be land with some crash sites, of wondrous crafts from the skies, having fallen down ages ago.
The Technic League is an organization of mages, who have pilfered and harnessed as much of the crashed content as they can. They hoard anything and everything, by any means at their disposal.
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Numeria, the land of fallen stars. That makes this boy's strange appearance a bit more understandable... thinks Drexel as he makes his way across the bar.
"How fortuitous it was," Drexel says, pulling up a chair to join the other four at their table, mug of dark beer in his hand, "That we were all here in one place this evening. They call me Drexel Santangelo. Galtan by birth, Pathfinder by choice. So off to Numeria is it? It's about time I had a run-in with the Technic League, as if I don't have enough enemies already."
He laughs, and raises his mug, "To exploration, reporting, and cooperation!"
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Still moping over needing resurrected, Ting looks up from his pewter mug, "Noice eye-piece, wroight."
Then as Dexel pulls up a chair and calls for a toast, he raises his pewter mug, "Ta tha bloody daft Pathy-finers, an' goin' where's no Tengu has gone afore."
He then sticks his crooked beak into the mug and slurps some ale out. "Ah, now one o'you's bloody mammals read tha bloody letter, wroight."
The lad looks at a strange type of compass he has in his pocket, then puts it back.
"It is currently 4 hours before midnight. Transport picks us up in 15 hours at the stables down the street."
The lad shrugs.
"Rest, purchase supplies, seem an adequate time passing."
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"Aye, and drink we shall. It's hard not to when the little angel on your shoulder is the one telling you to get wasted. That's what comes from following Cayden, I suppose. But we've plenty of time to sleep it off once we're done. Eat and drink today, for tomorrow we die!"
Drexel signals for a server to refill his mug.
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"Tomorrow you die perhaps. I am immortal and whatnot. Angel. I am Carrsoth van Beldenar, yes of those Beldenars, and I am indeed an Angel. La, gaze upon my glorious countenance." Carr flexes and grins. "I do need supplies, I find my wand of curative magics depleted after our last adventure. I shall have to acquire another, lest our poor bird friend greet his maker once more. Additionally, I require a cloak of finest make to bolster my defenses against the nauseating influence of other creatures. Also to make me look fabulous."
The lad shakes his head.
"The climate's been moderate. No big swings either way."
The following morning, around 7:30 AM, you gather at the trade plaza near the tavern.
Still a bit more than three hours before arranged transport picks you up, the lad is already sitting near it, drawing the city scape.