Renliat strides in, rolling up his sleeves casually. He palms a handful of multicolored sand, then holds out his hand. "Kluchuduun ingis." A spray of violent colors erupts out to engulf them!
Renliat moves just west of the half-orc and blasts a spray of color across the table and it's occupants. The orc was clearly and completely unprepared for such an assault and slips from the chair to the ground with a thud. Amazingly the two humans seem to have anticipated this assault and steel themselves against the magic. The rear most human however was a fraction of a section too late in bringing up his defenses and flips over backwards off the chair to the floor as well.
The sole remaining human slips his dagger to his hand and moves forward, thrusting it into the wizard's gut. The belly of the elf immediately blooms red as blood begins to stain his clothing.
Lialda began casting, her gestures slow and lethargic as her words slowed and quieted she pulled free some grains of sand which she let dribble to the ground. When she finished the men in the room began to feel very tired, their eyes growing heavy.
The dagger wielding man's last thought was surely he hadn't had that much ale? As the blade drops to the floor the human follows it down to the ground with a thud.
As the foes unexpectedly drop to the ground Sarada looks back and forth confused before turning to the Witch and Wizard and giving them two thumbs up. He almost smiled. But he didn't.
Looking around at the chaos, Kreagor turns to Garri, "We should probably meet with the others then move on".
Kreagor then heads off to find Renliat, Sarada, and Lialda in the bar they entered, unless Garri objects.
Renliat pales, but knew full well he was likely to draw aggro. He steps back and casts Mage armor on himself.
With the foes currently sleeping, the party quickly moves to bind and restrain them before they awake. The prone barmen who wasa playing dead slowly lifts his head and breathes a huge sigh of relief. As he struggles to his feet, Kreagor and Garri enter the room. The man is injured and groans as he pulls himself up. He moves behind the counter and withdraws a few items and sets them on the counter. "You just saved my life, I can't thank you enough. Please, here, take these. I hope they are of some use to you."
He sets four vials on the counter and says, "These both will fix you right up if you're not feeling right well." He continues, "Sorry I don't have more right now. I can offer you lot free drinks for life here though! Whenever you are thirsty, you just make your way right here I say!"
The prisoners regain consciousness and stir, struggling against their bonds.
"If you don't like the ropes, we can just remove the arms." Sarada says down to the prisoners.
What happened here...
Surveying the situation Kreagor realizes they probably can't deal with the prisoners themselves.
"More prisoners already? Barkeep, is there any way you can watch them or go get some one too? We need to hurry onward to the hopespring beacon." Kreagor says.
The prisoner straightens up and clamps his mouth shut at the prospect of losing his arms. The barkeep surveys his prisoners and nods. "I'll keep an eye on them until can get someone to relocate them to a more appropriate location. Go ahead, get on your way now. I'll have this."
As you move back out the doorway, Brinya pokes her head in. "Is there wounded in here?" Taking note of the wounded barkeep and his prisoners, she waves her hands towards the barricade by the entrance and two acolytes come running over. The three of them manage to escort the prisoners back to the triage area as you make your way onward.
In short order you come across a home that is ablaze. Long flames lick the walls of this sizable house, and burning beams crumble to the ground beneath the weight of the sagging roof. Though the front entrance remains accessible for now, the conflagration rages beyond control, threatening the lives of any residents that might be trapped inside.
From inside, clear sounds of help can be heard inside. Making your way to the home, you stop when you see three orc gathering outside of the entrance. They are laughing and pointing as they watch the house burn, preventing anyone from escaping.
"Bastards!" Sarada snarls as he charges one of the orcs.
Kreagor begins to chant a war song to empower his allies.
Hatred growing in her over the actions of the orcs Lialda drew her crossbow, a bolt already loaded, and fired at the same one that Garri threw his flame at. Sadly she forgot her mother's first rule, never attack in anger, and she knew as she pulled the trigger that her shot would miss.
Sarada's charge flattens one of the orcs who did not anticipate the ferocity of the gnoll. His body flies into the wall nearby, broken and bloody. Lialda's bolt misses the second orc, but Garri's flame scorches the remaining creature quite badly. With just enough life remaining, the creature scurries and withdraws away into the alley.
With the imminent threat removed, the fire now looms before the party with the plea for help from inside broken by fits of coughing.
Firebolt damage
Sarada rushes in towards the pleas.
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Sarada rushes into the smoke and is quickly overwhelmed by the level of smoke in the building. He quickly sizes up the situation before him. Sara Morninghawk and her wife Agrit Staginsdar are before him in dire need of assistance.
Sara is trapped under a fallen beam and is unconscious and bleeding badly, likely quite close to death. The beam that has pinned her is tremendous and unlikely that a single person could move it on her own. Agrit is pushing and pulling at the beam however, doing her best to free her wife. Worse yet, the fire has now reached nearby and will spread to the beam and Sara within seconds.
Sarada moves over to help Agrit save her wife.
Renliat looks down helplessly. He was as weak as a child, and his magic was made to destroy. But perhaps the cold could snuff out parts of the fire...
No time like the present Kreagor thinks after feeling buoyed by Garri's touch.
Kreagor moves into the building, putting his arm up to shield his face from the heat and moves over to lift the beam that is pinning Sara.
Kreagor and Sarada rush through through the burning home, doing their best to not inhale the heavy black smoke that surrounds them. Moving toward Sara as she is trapped underneath the beam, they devise a plan to to lift and move the beam. Agrit helps the best she can and all three put their backs into it they lift the beam, but it weighs so much more than they expect and hardly moves at all. It is likely going to take a much larger combined effort to get the beam.
Looking at the situation, Kreagor pulls his potion of cure light wounds from his bandolier and hands it to Agrit, "Pour it down her throat!".
Kreagor then casts grease on the beam above Sara, making sure not to get it where Sarada grips the beam.
"Someone pull her out while Sarada lifts"
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Renliat steps closer to the burning building, a steel gaze in his eyes. You know the magic. Take the element, convert it energy, redirect it. Renliat takes a breath as he widens his stance and begins making symbols. Just don't think about how you've never succeeded at that last step yet. "Ixen ekess bekir, bekir ekess ve, bekir ekik...ixen ekess bekir, bekir ekess ve, bekir ekik...ixen ekess bekir, bekir ekess ve, bekir ekik..." As Renliat chants his hands beginning tracing glowing runes in the air which seem to beckon to the flames hungrily consuming the house. "Ixen ekess bekir, bekir ekess ve, bekir ekik..." The flames begin burning low as if being calmed, turning to white particles and dissipating as they flow towards the symbols Renliat is drawing. "Ixen ekess bekir, bekir ekess ve, bekir ekik..." The fires burn low, then stop burning as the symbols next to Renliat glow brighter and brighter. Renliat inhales deeply. "Ixen ekess bekir, bekir ekess ve, bekir ekik..." The runes close with Renliat's body, wrapping over him like tattoos. As they pulse with brightness an edge of fear creeps into Renliat's eyes. Stay calm. Fire has no power over you, you hold it in your sway. Keep the chant stoic, a steady voice... A bead of sweat runs down Renliat's face as he turns, starting to face an abandoned street. "Ixen ekess bekir, bekir ekess ve, bekir ekik...ixen ekess bekir, bekir ekess ve, bekir ekik...ixen ekess bekir, bekir ekess ve, bekik ekir..." The runes suddenly glow white hot and pulsate violently as if the thing placating them has suddenly struck them and Renliat's eyes go wide in fear. No...
In a violent eruption the fire rips out of Renliat's body into the sky, the screams of the elf and the smell of burning flesh filling the air. It only lasts a moment as the fire dissipates into the air, but Renliat is left in a smoldering heap on the ground.
Knowing there was nothing that she could do to help in the building Lialada did the only thing she could. She pulled her gear free and prepared to tend to any immediate injuries that her companions or those inside had taken.
Kreagor passes off the potion and Agrit who drops to her knees by the side her partner and administer the magic potion.
While the action of the Wizard seems to have injured him and left him a little worse for the wear, the blaze inside of the building has winked out. Smoke starts to dissipate with the fire gone and the immediate threat of suffocation that was hindering the party has been removed.[/ooc]
The potion seems to have stabilized the dying smith, but the party still is unable to get the large beam off of her. With the immediate threat of fire and smoke gone however, it is only a matter of a few more tries with more party members lifting that she is finally freed. As the party helps the two women from the ruined home back to the safe area, Agrit is overwhelmed with the kind deeds that were demonstrated to her and her wife. She pulls off a gold necklace with set with beautiful white agates and moonstones and hands it over to you. "Here, take this. This has been passed down in my family for two generations. Without your help today, that would have all ended. Thank you so much for saving our lives, please consider it a token of our gratitude. It's the least I can do. No, I won't take no for an answer - I insist!"
With the fire out and the women rescued Lialda went to examine them both quickly before they helped them to the safe area. There were no life threatening injuries on them but she reached out to touch each of them after calling on the powers of winter. A chill went through each of them as her cold power sent healing energy into the two women and she said, "There, you should be out of any immediate danger now." When they reached the safe area and Agrit gave them the necklace she asked, "Are you certain Agrit? This must be very important to you." At the woman's insistence she accepted it and said, "Thank you very much." She didn't know enough about jewelry to be sure of it's worth but she felt quite certain that it was quite valuable. She held it out to her friends and asked, "Who wants to keep track of this for now?"
Exhausted, but relieved when they finally managed to free Sara, Sarada helps them along the rest of the way to the aid station.
When Agrit insists they take her necklace he feels a pang of guilt but bows thankfully.
"I'm clumsy and would lose it, so not me."
Looking at the necklace Kreagor says, "I can hold on it, but I'd like Renliat to look at it before I put it away."
Scanning the first aid area, and then out into the quarter they're in Kreagor sighs and says, "We should probably press on soon and light the last beacon, they're counting on us to do that while they sortie outside the walls."
Kreagor will then begin a gear check, making sure his crossbow is loaded, his weapons are all sitting nicely in their sheaths, and that his pack and other gear and clothing is as comfortable as possible.
The Gnoll nods to the Hobgoblin.
Still alive... Renliat stands up slowly, holding down his shaking arms. Not major burns. Somewhat contained....could have been a lot worse. Renliat takes a deep breath and shuffles over, wordlessly taking the amulet to scan it for magic and appraise it.
Renliat first examines the necklace and isn't quite sure what it is worth. Perhaps 250gp? Maybe more? His thought of the value of the necklace is temporarily put on hold when he detects a faint aura coming from the pearl that forms the center of the piece.
"A couple hundred gold..." Renliat murmurs, almost as if to himself. He tries to tell what the magic is.
With some intense studying Renliat identifies the aura as a strong transmutation . Closer examination reveals that the center pearl is actually a pearl of power (CL1).
Despite the momentary respite for examination of the necklace, the party continues to feel the pressing need of urgency behind their task. Raiders continue to murder, plunder and destroy the people and valuables of Trunau with each passing minute. Rhythmic pounding of war drums, orcish battlecries and people scream fill the air.
To the north are several homes and beyond that is the eastern lookout tower. To the west thick smoke fills travels into the sky from several trees that have caught fire.
"Pearl of power...useful for casters..."
Wake up! Your bones are not burnt, it was a novice mistake. A child could have survived that. People are dying and you are laying in pity!
Renliat stands, the edge coming back to his eyes. He points ahead of them. "Twelve orcs, three groups of four, ransacking homes. We can try to catch them out one group at a time." Renliat turns toward the east, long ears twitching. "War drums, eastern lookout tower. We could reinforce them." Renliat winces and stands. "We should stay together either way. I vote we take on the orcs."