Two of Arindel's arrows plunge deep into the teal archer. The man falls dead over the crenelation to the ground below. Meanwhile, Zaldur is unable to connect with his latest foe.
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Zaldur
Hob
Archybald {4/8 hp}
Arindel {7/10 hp}
Archers (full/ full)
Eberwolf
Hob does indeed nick the former archer, now hatchet-man. Zaldur is ready for the guard's basic attack, knocking it aside. Across the compound the remaining archer seeks revenge on the bard, but is unable to hit his target. The arrow explodes inches away from Archybald head as he climbs onto the ledge.
***ROUND 3*** continues here (bold may post)
Eberwolf
***ROUND 4*** starts here (bold may post)
Zaldur
Hob
Archybald {4/8 hp}
Arindel {7/10 hp}
Archers (Green=full/ Yellow=-1)
Eberwolf
Zaldur tries to dance by the hatchet-man while stabbing out with his spear, but has no luck hitting or displacing his opponent.
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Eberwolf (Delay ~ may insert at any time)
***ROUND 4*** starts here (bold may post)
Zaldur (missed)
Hob
Archybald {4/8 hp}
Arindel {7/10 hp}
Archers (Green=full/ Yellow=-1)
Eberwolf
Despite his efforts, Zaldur is unable to move past his hatchet wielding opponent. His attempt leaves his defenses down and the bandit lands a deep gash in the cleric's stomach. Hob launches an arrow that buries itself up to the fletching. Eberwolf leaps down into the courtyard, making his way toward the ladder. Simultaneously, the green clad archer is struck by both shaft and staff, nearly taking him out of the fight. On wobbly legs, he fires a harmless attack at the young wizard.
***ROUND 5*** starts here (bold may post)
Zaldur {3/11 hp}
Hob
Archybald {4/8 hp}
Arindel {7/10 hp}
Eberwolf
Archers (Green=-9/ Yellow=-6)
Eberwolf tries to climb the wall in an attempt to get behind the hatchet man, but she struggles to find strong enough handholds. While Hob's shot misses the mark, the half-elf's arrow lodges in the throat of the last archer, forcing him to tumble over the side, landing in a heap next to his friend.
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Zaldur {3/11 hp}
Hob (missed Yellow)
Archybald {4/8 hp}
Arindel {7/10 hp} (shot Green)
Eberwolf (tried to climb)
Archer (Yellow=-6)
Although his own blood is pumping out on to the masonry, the cleric draws on an inner reserve of focus. He drives his spear through his opponent, the force of the blow briefly lifting his feet off the ground. The man then slumps into an eternal rest.
Party Health
Zaldur {3/11 hp}
Hob (FULL)
Archybald {4/8 hp}
Arindel {7/10 hp}
Eberwolf (FULL)
This open courtyard is paved with flagstones and relatively free of debris. Statues ring the central open area, each depicting a tiger-headed man in a martial arts stance. Behind the statues are four sets of stairs. The stairs to the north descend into darkness, and the stairs on the south side once led upward, but have collapsed in a heap.
The walls of this inner structure have partly collapsed and range from 15 to 30 feet high. The remains of stairs on the south side that once led up to balconies above are now little more than heaps of rubble. In the two corners on the north side, intact stairs descend into the darkness below. The courtyard is open to the sky and has a flagstone floor, and most of the rubble here has been cleared away. Statues of tiger-headed men in a variety of martial arts poses surround the open space in the middle.
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Zaldur takes a wand out of his bag and begins to perform a strange ritual and his wounds begin to heal. He is not an old-fashioned cleic and his skills are more focused on combat than on healing. Once finished he replies to his teammates "If someone is damaged I can cure him right now but I reserve my best skills for later, this has only been an appetizer of what awaits us"
P.S. I reserve the channel for later take a wand of his bag and use to recover
Party Health
Zaldur (FULL)
Hob (FULL)
Archybald {4/8 hp}
Arindel {7/10 hp}
Eberwolf (FULL)
This large basement room is set up as a workshop. Four workbenches are covered with odd tools. Three men and one woman work at the benches, each chained in place by a heavy iron collar. They keep their heads down as they work, ignoring your arrival. At either end of the hallway, two of the bandits from the other night stand watch. Watching you come down the stairs, the one with a red leather jerkin shouts, "Hey! Get outta here! I ain't gonna tell you again."
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Bristling at the sight of the people in chains, Hob narrows his eyes. He slings his bow over his shoulder and marches straight up to the man in red leather.
"First off, pipe down. You are not in a position to be demanding anything. I don't think you realize who we are and why we are here." he says with his surprisingly deep voice and a tone of authority.
"We will give you the chance to do the right thing. There has already been more bloodshed than there needed to be. You may have had your reasons for banditry, but murder and slavery is something else altogether. Free these people and we will allow you to leave unharmed. Do the right thing."
"Well now, that was the wrong answer. Besides, I think I see me the one what kilt Nelk. Time fer some revenge!" The guards heft their weapons, signalling this parley has concluded.
***ROUND 1*** (bold may post)
Eberwolf
Hob
Guards
Archybald
Arindel
Zaldur
And in less time than it takes to tell, one of the guards slumps, dead before his body hist the ground.
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Eberwolf <KILLS HALF OF THE GUARDS!!!>
Hob
Guards Guard (singular)
Archybald
Arindel
Zaldur
Suddenly realizing he is out numbered, the guard cries out. "Inturders have come to free the prisoners!" He then slashes at the halfling, but his blade is easily deflected by the paladin.
Stepping out of one of the chambers, a man in robes silently pads down the hallway.
***ROUND 1*** continues here (bold may post)
Eberwolf <KILLS HALF OF THE GUARDS!!!>
Hob <stabs>
Guard
Robes guy
Archybald
Arindel
Zaldur
***ROUND 2*** starts here (bold may post)
Eberwolf
Hob
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Hob pierces the guard again, doing his best to end the fight quickly.
He then directs his next words to anyone still standing against his friends.
"Don't make the mistake that our initial reluctance to kill you means that we won't. Surrender and you will be spared. Fight and you will likely die. Remember, we are only here for Zamir."
The robed figure slaps the blade away with his bare hand. The bard fires off a shot, but the new combatant knocks the arrow aside with his forearm. "You have no business here, except maybe to die." A quarter staff whizzes over Hob's head, crashing into the guard. He seems to be on his last legs, but he simply refuses to fall. He swings wildly, well over the head of the paladin. The unarmed man body begins a flowing dance, within seconds a fist connects with Eberwolf's temple and a kick slams into her solar-plexus.
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Eberwolf <Misses>
Hob <stabs>
Guard
Robes guy
Archybald {4/8 hp}
Arindel {7/10 hp}
Zaldur
***ROUND 4*** starts here (bold may post)
Eberwolf {4/14 hp}
Hob
Realizing how dangerous the monk is, Eberwolf and Zaldur combine to quickly crumple the man.
The rest of the team is unable to bring down the resilient guard. However, battered by spell and steel, he knows when he is out matched. He tosses down his blade. "You want Zamir? He's all yours. He sure ain't worth dyin' over."