"What? But..."
Distressed, but unable to think of a better plan, Anumil reluctantly nods in agreement.
Helga grabs her backpack and cloak. She has obviously prepared for this moment. She takes a few steps toward the door, but then looks at the young half-orc "guard" and says "You know I don't go anywhere without putting on my face first."
With that she goes to the back wall where a hideous wooden mask, gruesomely painted, and adorned with ivory beads, hangs. She takes it off the wall and pulls it toward her own face. It wraps around her head so smoothly that it hardly seems to be a mask at all anymore. She has become - impossibly - even more grotesque. "We'll don't just stand there gawkin, boys! Let's go!"
Gordrun is slightly shocked by the sudden turn of events "I.... I'll come with you. Do you need help shopkeeper? There are many other orcs outside, he is right. Leaving would probably be smartest... but we can't abandon those people being rounded up. We will get your leaders and then free them, yes?" He asks. "No one should have to live as a slave"
”Call me Helga. I was born and raised in this town” She points toward the window,”And delivered half of those people outside. Him too,” indicating the other half-orc. ”Don’t you worry, boy, we’ll set this town to right again, just as soon as we free the chief. We are going to free your uncle, aren’t we Bar’nash?”
Sunny nods, gives her duergar friend one more reassuring squeeze of the shoulder before stepping away and casting spells upon herself.
Before she turns and takes wing. Initially she flies away from both her friends AND the evil Cleric/peoples/prisoners., the better to hide her friend's hidey place.
Circling and rising higher, she eventually circles the enemy group and waits until she's noticed.
Upon the call going up (Or some one trying to shoot something at her) she slowly circles down until she's close enough to call.
"HARK! I declare the false witness!" She makes the intent of her circling clear/obviously centered on the red robed Cleric.
"Would you submit to a true test of faith? Oh, ground digging, dirt crawler?"
And she deftly alights (Aiming to be opposite where her friends are) a good 15 to 20 feet away from the Cleric who is the center of her attention.
"COME! What say you to a challenge? Are you willing to test the power of your faith against mine?" Sunny flares her wings and attempts to 'puff' herself up to bolster her appearance.
Standing in the sunlight, wings spread and armor glowing... She hopes she looks pretty...
Bar'nash replies "Hopefully... it is complicated..."
Helga, Gordrun, and the half-orc Bar'nash (back in his orc soldier disguise) head south out of West Schulfjarn. After three blocks of back alleys they reach the outskirts.
"The work site is just out of sight from any within Schulfjarn. Hopefully we can take care of those guarding the officials before reinforcements arrive. I'm sorry I don't have a plan past this-"
Bar'nash stops suddenly as the work site comes into view... the wooden tower under construction (now two platforms complete - base and twenty feet up). But what catches his attention attention, is a winged humanoid calling out from above the soldiers and slaves.
"What is that glowing winged creature? It's taunting the orcs? There appears to be more going on here. We need to get a better look."
Gordrun motions the others to keep going. "What a strange town I've stumbled upon'"
The orc soldiers move toward the winged humanoid.
The big man in charge yells out. "Bows! Bring that thing down!"
The robed orc looks to the ground, and raises his voice in a commanding tone. "Surface, my pet!"
Large feral claws tear up earth from under the ground. The mole creature begins to surface.
Skurn looks to Anumil. "Lets move... strike while the guards are distracted." He then turns back to the half-orcs accompanying you. "Get your nearest men safe first, then hold the line... don't let them surround us."
Nearby, the charmed duergar finishes loading his crossbow and takes aim.
Sunny alights gracefully and unfurls the whip about her waist.
"You fear to fight me?" She calls to the other Cleric.
"I'm glad they're slavers, I've been itching for a good fight!"
Gordrun heads SW 30 feet and chugs down a bottle of odd looking liquid.
Helga will cast bear's endurance (+4 to con 4 minutes), and slip into a controlled rage (+6 to con up to 10 rounds)
AC 22
Round 1_____________Init 22
Anumil nods.
"Let's go. Quietly as possible."
Gordrun's features twist slightly as his limbs finish growing bulkier. His silver hide shines slightly and his voice coarsens. He charges towards the nearest guard, growling in a harsh voice "Time to suffer Slavers!"
The enslaved half-orc nods to Anumil and scrambles for the woods.
Skurn and the half orc allies line up along the ridge ready to assist.
Sunny's charmed duergar fires his crossbow. The bolt pings off the armor of the soldier in his sights.
The soldier north of the largest pit reels from Gordrun's strike. His pauldron hangs loose - the strap torn free from the blow.
Sunny continues to stand tall, proud and defiant against the nasty Orcs.
"Is that the best you can do? Hide behind minions? NO wonder you must keep some people chained. Lest they flee from you boring self.
She continues to hold her whip and await the other Cleric's responce.
Helga will move to E21, give a MW dagger to the shackled half-orc at F22 and say "Free yourself and the others. Fight your oppressors!"
"Hide?! Ha! I am right here... about to pluck some dandelion fluff from the sky!" The robed orc gestures and spits out a phrase...
A sizzling projectile burst from an outstretched palm... barely missing the winged cleric.
"Feeeed!" ... after seeing the giant mole-creature fully emerge from the ground. The apparent pet turns toward the nearest enslaved half-orc and charges. The intended prey eludes the creature's attacks as it barrels into the cart by which he stands.
The hulking overseer looks across the large pit, grins... and lurches forward. He lumbers around the west edge, then turns toward Gordrun and Helga while drawing his morningstar. "Move!" He hollers at the injured soldier between Gordrun and himself.
The soldier takes a couple steps while drawing his axe, then swings wide.
Bar'nash crouches still out of melee - taking in the situation, and waiting for the right moment to move in.
The soldier east of the largest pit moves toward Helga while drawing his ax. He pushes past one enslaved half-orc, and slams into the one receiving Helga's aid... The enslaved half-orc barely holds his ground.
Four of the soldiers with bows in hand take shots at Sunny. Three of the arrows strike her.
"Owwei!" Sunny cries as the other folks stick things into herself.
Though, since the other Cleric seems to be ignoring her, she continues to call him names and nasty words to his back.
Thank you, Mr. Overseer, for getting in range of my misfortune hex. DC 22 will save please. If hex is successful; cackle.
Gordrun sees the large overseer approaching and shakes his head. "I don't like these numbers. Time to even up the size. " He mutters to Helga.
"Run along little orc, before I finish you! " Gordrun growls at the wounded guard.
Despite Gordrun growing in stature... and having displayed a powerful swing, the wounded orc soldier stands firm... perhaps emboldened by the large overseer barreling toward his current foe.
To the south... "Go now! Hold the tower!" Skurn calls out to the armed half-orcs who move up behind him.
The half-orc freed by Helga takes a step away from the incoming soldier, and begins helping the enslaved kin nearby...
The three enslaved on the ramp down within the pit make their way to the east side and group up - ready to be freed.
Smarting from the arrows (But no slings, yet) of her enemies, Sunny takes a 'five foot step' and lashes with her whip.
"Ladies and gentlemen please? Can you bring you attention to me?"
No need to cackle then...
Helga will reply to Gordrun: “You take care of ugly over there and my brethren and I will take care of these minions. I’ll help you when they’re out of danger...” Her eyes widen when she sees him grow twice his normal size. ”If you still need it.”
Attempt to misfortune F20 (DC 22) and trip G23 with prehensile hair (10’ range).
Almost forgot about +2 to attack
Not sure if the prehensile hair makes me adjacent to two enemies. If so, add 1 to that roll.
Round 2_____________Init 22
Anumil spots the mole-creature attacking his victim. With moments to decide, he elects to attack it.
Move: Move to the creature.
Standard: Attack it.
for a possible piercing, magic and cold iron damage.
Anumil's blade pierces the creature's hide with his first jab... it is enough for it to take notice, and turn toward him.
The half-orc being attacked by the mole creature nods to Anumil, then points.
"The one in the robes! He controls the beast... the leash in his left hand!"
The soldier who had been moving toward Helga grunts as he hits the ground hard, and looks baffled for a moment at what had tripped him before working to get back on his feet.
The overseer steps up to Gordrun, and smashes his dark iron morningstar into his side. "You big too... but still squish!"
The injured soldier to the south of Gordrun takes a swing as well at the larger target, but misses.
The robed orc only glances toward the embattled mole creature, and assumes it has thing well in hand. He begins waving his arms and chanting...
The soldiers around Sunny fire from their bows again. Another arrow hits her.
The mole creature lunges at Anumil with his tentacle-ringed mouth, then claws with one paw, as it clambors over the cart to bear down on him.
Round 3_____________Init 22
Anumil nods at the half-orc.
"Got him. Good luck!" He salutes the half-orc, backflips away from the mole-creature and then hustles as fast as he can towards the robed one.
Again Helga’s massive braid extends for another attack, this time at F20.
x2 = 34
The braid thickens to the width of a club and hits the orc so hard Gordrun can hear the crack of bones breaking. She makes a hex sign with her left hand and looks at the prone orc at E23. "STAY DOWN!"
Will save vs. misfortune DC 22
Gordrun feels the impact of the morningstar into his side. The breathe whooshes out of him, then he begins screaming "NO! RARRRRGGG. YOU SQUISH!" before slicing across the overseer's chest with his sword.
"Owie!" She exclaims again as another barb finds something soft to stick into. She takes another 'Five foot' step to remain close to the nasty other Cleric and tries to get the weapon out of his hand.
The half-orc being attacked by the mole creature nods to Anumil, then points.
"The one in the robes! He controls the beast... the leash in his left hand!"
As her weapon does little more than snap at the air near the other Cleric.
I'll roll here what you've missed, but you should be making fly checks for these situations...
DC 10 to move less than half speed
DC 15 to hover
DC 10 to not lose 10' of altitude when hit
Those are most important... there are a few others here
Ooooh I missed that... I see this now...
Awe... I was hopin' ta' land an' have a proper fight... :(
Acrobatics:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Fly Check:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Sunny alights gracefully and unfurls the whip about her waist.
"You fear to fight me?" She calls to the other Cleric.
I guess at the time I didn't read this as you actually landing.
... and I thought the ' ' around the five foot steps in your posts were because you were not actually stepping, but flying.I guess the orcs are probably going to put away their dinky bows then. Good luck!
The massive damage causes the Overseer knees buckle a moment ... like an drunken curtsy.
The nearby orc soldier - hit by Helga's braid slams down broken on the edge, then topples into the wide pit.
The mole-creature attempts a lunging sloppy bite as Anumil flips away.
The nearby enslaved citizen moves back a step as Anumil and Sunny's half-orc reserve move in to free him and the others around the half-built tower.
The robed orc fiercely glares at Sunny, then shares the visage of ire with his soldiers - who appear reluctant to switch to melee...
"Advance on her, and she can not take flight, you fools!"
He then sees Anumil bearing down on him... "WoooAhh! To me! To me!"
The orc soldiers south of the wide pit move in to attack Sunny and Anumil - halting Anumil's defensive advancement toward the caster.
The robed orc finishes his casting, and a squat and stooped greenskinned monster materializes... It immediately begins to salivate from the smell of blood in the air. The robed orc begins to mutter in his dark tongue, and gesture toward the vile conjured being.
The Overseer drops his weapon, and enters a rage of his own... his hands reach out to throttle Gordrun.
His assault is deflected, and the resulting pain from some very recent wounds suppresses the power in his fervor.
The soldier within a braid's reach of Helga gets to his feet in spite of the armed half-orc beside him - who slices him across the back of his thigh.
The mole creature - fixated on Anumil - charges after him. It slams against the meager scaffolding abutting the northwest support of the tower, and claws.
Helga will 5' step to F22 and attack G23 again
”I said stay down!”
Round 4_____________Init 22
"Come conjurer! You and I have business to discuss!"
Anumil cheerily somersaults over the blocking soldiers and continues to hustle until he makes contact with the robed one.
"HA!" Suny cries exultantly as the group's enemies weapons fly all over the place erratically.
"See the power of the Goddess!" She again tries to inconvenience the enemy Cleric by taking his weapon.
Yanking the flail free she quickly pulls it towards herself, the whip in her hand seemingly coming alive as it curls and snakes back upon itself.
"See! The Goddess symbol is more powerful than the dirt napping clods!"
Gordrun sees the weaponless overseer in front of him "Hahaha, grab THIS!" he snarls as he brings his blade down again.