Alistair is already moving towards the ruined tower
Koralyn readies her bow as she moves with the group towards the tower. Unsure of the choice she warns Such a rune at that might already have inhabitants. Let us be wary.
Kierdan moves with the others toward the ruined tower. As he moves, he readies his shield and mace.
Additionally, he says, I still have one cure potion and one flask of Alchemist's Fire that my friend Varisthas gave us. I'll keep them in my pack for the time being, but, let me know if you want one. I have a feeling we made need them sooner rather than later!
With little discussion, the group races after Alistair toward the circular ruins.
Up close, the structure appears to be ancient, perhaps Flan in origin, and to have functioned as some form of sundial or other astrological device. Crumbling piles of stone are all that remain of the "hands" of the sundial, and the carvings are too worn to be read.
Grabbing a handful of downed trees and scrub brush, Dragomir and Eldramin drag them close to the ruin, creating crude barricades that won't provide much cover but could hinder movement. Judging from the sounds behind you, you don't have enough time for elaborate preparations, and should make haste to get into position.
You take positions within the ruined tower, Alistair and Eldramin in the middle. Koralyn and Kierdan take positions closer to the edge of the ruins, with good sight lines along the most likely approaches, while Dragomir and Morten stand just outside the ring of stones, behind the makeshift barricades.
Weapons ready, you react quickly as the first wave of worg-riding goblins leap into view. Clutching shortbows and javelins, the four green-skinned bandits ride slavering wolf-like creatures that howl curses in debased Common. You can hear others following them, fanning out to come at you from either flank.
After loosing initiative Koralyn is forced to use her round to cast Mirror Image.
As the worg-riders approach, Eldramin summons a ghostly black sword to harass them as they close to melee distance.
"See. This is why I like cities. There's always somewhere to lose people in a city..." he mutters to himself as he crouches, soggy and uncomfortable waiting for the goblins and their mounts.
As soon as they come into view he stands, bringing his bow out from the cover of his cloak, pulls back the knocked arrow, and releases at the mount of the first to catch his eye. While the arrow is still in motion he slips the bow onto his pack and shifts his hands to the hafts of his blades as he attempts to fade into the undergrowth, ready for the goblins to close.
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[ooc]Dragomir and Morten: The "stick fortification things" on the map are piles of brush and downed trees you put together as hasty barricades. They provide cover, so Morten can attack from hiding (and with advantage, if you want to reroll your attack).
Kierdan will move 10' to the south and cast Bless, with Morten, Dragomir and Koralyn as targets.
Next, he will ready the extra alchemist fire. He keeps an eye on the gap in the trees to the north and will toss the alchemist fire in that direction, if any goblins come that way.
He has taken his pack off and his shield and mace are ready.
Eldramin, Koralyn and Kierdan mutter spells as the worg-riders charge into view, their prayers and incantations filling the air with crackling energy.
Dragomir takes cover, sword ready for the enemy charge. Morten pops up to sink an arrow into one of the approaching worgs before dropping back into cover himself.
Eldramin's mystical blade slashes out at another but fails to connect.
At a word from the riders, the slavering worgs stop just short of the barriers, allowing the goblins to loose a volley of arrows at Morten and Dragomir. One of the shafts punches through the barricade to spear the half-elf, but the others are tangled in the brush.
The wolves howl with excitement at the scent of blood, and appear ready to charge the barricades as soon as the goblins let them.
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Eldramin fires a bolt of energy at the nearest worg while directing the spectral sword to attack the same worg!
Kierdan continues to concentrate on his Bless spell, the benefits of which Pelor has bestowed upon Morten, Dragomir and Koralyn.
He then calls upon the sacred flame of the Sun Father to smite these minions of darkness, casting Sacred Flame on the goblin directly west of Morten.
Aiming at the riders on the right side of the tower (near Morton), Alistair chants a slumber spell, hoping to put to sleep at least one of the combatants.
Sleep:
Koralyn moves down closer to Dragomir and as needed for a clear shot and casting Scorching Ray, launched three blasts of fire at the enemy. She targets goblin (1 ray) and warg (2 rays) that are second from the bottom.
Dragomir and Morten huddle behind the makeshift barricades as spells flash and thunder above their heads.
Kierdan smites the goblin due west of Morten with fire, burning it badly. Korlyn's fiery blasts strike the goblin south of that dead, burning the worg it rode, as well, while Eldramin blasts the southernmost worg with a dark ray of his own.
Alistair's sleep falls seconds later. The northernmost rider and worg drop to the ground, snoring. The scorched rider west of Morten falls asleep, as well, listing to one side before being thrown off. There is a pop as his head strikes the ground, and you don't expect him to get up again.
With two riders dead, the worgs that remain conscious howl in fury and attack. The one west of Morten leaps over the barricade, it's belly exposed as it passes over the waiting half-elf. Landing, it turns and snaps at him with its deadly jaws.
The other riderless worg advances, snapping at Dragomir, but the big mercenary's armor and quick reflexes save his hide, allowing him to counterattack.
The third worg circles around the barricade, angling behind Dragomir, as its rider snaps off a shot at Koralyn with a shortbow. The missile flies wide.
You hear more worgs drawing close.
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Eldramin continues his magical assault against the southern worg, and should it fall he will attack its rider.
Dragomir swings hard as he can at the worg.
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Kierdan continues to concentrate on his Bless spell . Morten, Dragomir and Koralyn receive the blessings of Pelor.
He then, once again, calls upon the sacred flame of the Sun Father to smite the worg leaping over Morten.
Dragomir swings hard at the worg again.
for - re-roll tthe '1' = 20 damage
Entering Melee Koralyn moves to attack the nearest enemy choosing a wounded enemy over non-wounded.
Looking to pick off the wounded, Alistair fires a flame bolt at one of the damaged creatures
Attack-magic:
Damage:
Dragomir slashes at the leaping worg but fails to connect as it sails past him. Reversing the stroke, he brings his greatsword around in a devastating arc that splits the worg nearly in half, blood flying across the nearby stones.
Eldramin slays the southernmost worg with an eldritch blast to the skull. Its goblin rider lands on his feet, standing just long enough for Koralyn to run it through with her own blade.
Slashing both blades, Morten lands several blows against the worg that attacked him. Kierdan and Alistair concentrate their own fiery spells on the beast, wounding it but failing to take it out of the fight. It snaps at Morten, but the half-elf parries the attack with ease.
More worg-riders emerge at the edges of the clearing, launching arrows and javelins toward the group. An arrow tangles in the brush just short of Dragomir's ribs. Koralyn isn't as lucky - a javelin thrown by a goblin wearing a skull helm slips past the careful web of her spinning blade, lodging deep in her thigh.
Another goblin, clad in a heavy fur cloak, stands in its stirrups and casts a spell that causes its club to glow with a pulsing like. Grunting, it seems to command the worgs and goblins around it, urging them forward.
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Eldramin moves forward to take cover behind a pillar, taking a shot with his eldritch blast and waving his spectral weapon toward another enemy!
Switching back to her bow Korlayn move back up the stairs a step or two and fires on the Red goblin to the south.
Mage Armor 8 hours
Disguise Self 8 hours (Concentration)
Mirror Image - 10 rounds total 2 images remain
Alistair once again targets one of the wounded enemy and sends a fiery dart at the enemy.
Attack-spell:
Damage:
Kierdan continues to concentrate on his Bless spell . Morten, Dragomir and Koralyn receive the blessings of Pelor.
He once again calls down Sacred Flame on the same worg he attacked last round.
Dragomir takes cover again and waits for the enemy to close... though he briefly considered a charge against the shaman, the distances and the likelyhood of being the sole target are to great a barrier.
Alistair and Kierdan slay the wounded worg near Morten with holy and arcane fire, as Eldramin and Koralyn concentrate fire on the armored goblin approaching from the south.
Neither the bladesinger's arrow nor the warlock's eldritch blast strike the target, the spectral blade Eldramin summoned earlier slices the goblin, eliciting a howl of pain.
Morten and Dragomir hunker down behind the barricades again, ready for a charge.
At the sharp command, the worg riders leap forward. The shaman's chanting echoes behind them as he casts a spell. More familiar with such sorcery, Koralyn and Eldramin ward themselves against the spell, but Dragomir is suddenly outlined in heatless purple flames.
Two of the worg riders, including the armored champion, swarm Dragomir. Swinging his blade protectively, Dragomir manages to keep the wolves at bay. The goblins get past his guard a few times, but there slim blades inflict little more than scratches against his heavy armor.
Morten dodges another arrow as the rider approaching his own position takes a final shot before dropping his bow and drawing a blade.
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