Starting a full dash towards the nearest beacon Ulfgard, gratefully that dwarven say farewell to fallen honorics in their sunday best draws his axe and yells. "Aye we do. And then we send as many invaders to orcus as dare come closer."
Heading after the group.
Aye, we will send them to Pharasma's yard. In Torag's name, lets go
Ragnir snorts a laugh at Anga's comments as she starts off, "Well lass if ye be leadin' I'll follow, is a fine view from here. He grins, "But ye may be wantin' ta let some of us what's wearin' metal ta take the lead. Yer cloth won't be stoppin' blows as easily."
When the PCs arrive at the Commons beacon, a lynch mob has formed around Brinya Kelver. Their leader is someone Ulfgard knows.
Haskyll comes running into the commons along with everyone else.
He then grips his warhammer a little tighter and starts to show a little bit of anger.
Enough of this, the town is under attack and you waste your strength here
Slightly before@ to Ragnar an with that attitude, a view is all ye will get. Anga laughs.
When she sees the crowd she slides to a stop. When she sees what is happening she drops a thunder stone, not bear anyone.
it explodes with a loud CRACK!
what the hells are ye doing, ya daft ninnies. Get yourselves to yer posts. she scolds.
plus any bonus for the loud noise
The crowd has the party's attention. But the ring leader is not changing his attitude.
Clanging his axe to his shield Ulfgard looks around for the ruccus cursing in dwarvish his most vilest words.
Ragnir looks around at the group with a scowl. "Ye blasted ninnies, what the nine hells do you think yer doin?! Stop turnin' on each other just a'cause o' yer skin color, or height, or a'cause someone be havin' tusks. Ye start pointin' fingers'n stretchin' necks, yer jus' gonna make yer town tha' much weaker for a real threat."
He points to someone in the mob who's dressed richly, "After ye do the half-orc, who's next? Ye look like ye're makin' more coin'n anyone else, must be yer gettin' coin fraim outside o' town, helpin' wi' th danger aye? Mebbe yer neck'll get stretched next, fer no durned good reason! He points to someone dirty and street rat, "Nothin' changes after that one, mebbe yer next? Afterall ye're no dressed like t'rest of em, so ye must be an outsider, mebbe a spy, wot? Stretch 'is neck! Ye blasted idjits! All this does is set ye all at each others throats, and get ye workin' at odds! Ragnir spits on the ground.
Then he calms down a bit, "Now, don't it make more sense t'let people go about what they're normally doin, an' helpin' each other t'do it? That'd be the town I ken. No th'one that's at each other's throats, lookin' fer the next bogeyman. Go on wit'ye, an' let us figure out this mystery. We're fer knowin' the truth, an' no jus' pointin' fingers at the most convenient target. Go on, now, git."
Haskyll moves over by Brinya and draws his warhammer and shield.
Return to your homes, and then to your posts. The town is under attack.
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Though they begin to get further riled up at Kaos' intimidations, it was Ragnir's impassioned plea that disperses the crowd.
When the only ones remaining is the party and Brinya, the strangly attractive Half-Orc approaches the party and hands Rodrik's hopeknife to Ragnir, "Thank you. When the time is right, Rodrik’s spirit will help protect those who laid his soul to rest.”
Anga will note a hint of something unique in the dagger that wasn't there before.
Anga lights a torch, then uses the torch to light the beacon. ah'll use this ta light the other beacons as well, when we get to them.
Not comfortable with being alone at the moment, Brinya follows the party to the Inner Quarter Beacon after Anga lights the Commons Beacon.
As Ragnir puts away Rodrik's Hopeknife, Anga again notices an unusual glint.
As you reach the gates to the Inner Quarter, the guards raise the portcullis. Brinya follows close behind. As does one other...Mordea. The Guards lower the portcullis after she clears.
Conditions on the other side of the gate contrast starkly with those in upper Trunau. In the short time between the start of the raid and the Party's arrival here, the Twisted Nail orcs have already wrecked much of the inner quarter, utterly destroying the wood pile readied for the beacon, setting fire to multiple buildings, toppling fortifications, and slaying as many townsfolk as possible.
Anga frowns. What was that?
Ragnir, could I look at Rodrik's hopeknife? I saw something odd. Anga quickly casts detect magic and examines the blade when produced.
Anga discovers that Rodrik's hopeknife now radiates magic.
Torag's blood! The blade is now magical! How did that happen?
Be aware, things are looking bad on this side.
Haskyll continues to grasp his warhammer, and starts to make his way to where the wood pile was.
Anga shakes herself, startled by the hope knife becoming magical.
Focus. We need to light tha beacons. The inner gate beacon is next closest. Let's go! And with that she heads off, torch in hand. As she runs off she says Ragnir, look after that knife. I think it is important.
Holding his shield ready, Ulfgard moves forward ready to strike at any incoming orc.
Kurst Grath appears, leading a squad of stalwart Trunauan militia members. He looks at the party, "You need to secure the inner quarter and make your way toward the beacon near the Hopespring." He takes a deep breath, "We will make a sortie from the town to drive “that thing” that’s throwing boulders at the town closer to the walls so Trunauan archers can hit it." Kurst and the militiamen head on.
A makeshift barricade has been hastily constructed before the inner quarter’s southern gate. The barricade is already covered in the spilled blood of raiders and innocents alike, and several victims of the bloody fight are strewn about the ground north of the barricade.
Acolytes from the Sanctuary and the Trunau Countinghouse have set up a small medical station behind the barricade here. The clerics are busily tending to injured militia members and townsfolk. One of the Acolytes looks at the party, "If you find anyone injured, bring them here."
Brinya will look at the party, "I can help here." She turns and goes to render aid.
Ragnir looks at the knife, before putting it carefully in a sheathe. "By Calistra's t%*&, magic ye say? How abou' tha'. Listening to Kurst, he gets a look in his eye, "Wha' thin' are ye talkin' about lad? If'n there be a giant, jus' be pointin' me in the righ' direction, and ye'll see what a Brightaxe can be doin'."
He then notices Anga trotting off, and looks back at Kurst, "Apparently right after we be lightin' yer beacons. He grins at the man and starts after Anga, "Blasted girl, ye be waitin' fer the rest o' us, so I can be puttin' me shield between you an' any what means ye harm!
Aye, lets go and make these home wreckers pay with their lives
Listening to Kurst, he gets a look in his eye, "Wha' thin' are ye talkin' about lad? If'n there be a giant, jus' be pointin' me in the righ' direction, and ye'll see what a Brightaxe can be doin'."
Kurst with a concerned look upon his face says, "They have a Cave Giant. Secure this area first though. Find any survivors and get them help here with the Acolytes. Those that can walk should head to the Longhouse." He marches his stalwart band to battle. The Battle of Blood March Hill is fully involved.
As the party moves past the makeshift barricade, to the right long flames lick the walls of this sizeable 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.
You here someone yelling for help.
In Torag's name. Haskyll moves to the house to look in the front.
When Kaos runs by, Haskyll casts create water on Kaos's bedroll, and waits for Kaos to come back out.
Round One
When Kaos enter the house, he find Agrit Staginsdar desperately trying to free Sara Morningkawk, who is trapped beneath a fallen beam. Sara is unconscious and dying. The beam is on fire and causing Sara further fire damage.
To make matters worse, four Twisted Nail Orcs come upon the scene at about the same time Kaos looks into the house.
Haskyll slides his warhammer back onto its holder and come in and grasps the beam.
Kaos, on 3. . .1 . . 2. . .3
Ragnir moves up to cover the corner of the building, stopping to put himself in front of the orcs and entrance to the building. He spits on the floor and looks up at the orcs, "Come get yerselves some Dwarven diplomacy!" He hoists his axe and shield preparing for the orcs.
Kaos and Haskyll lift the beam as Agrit begins pulling Sara free from underneath it.
A group from the Twisted Nail Orc Tribe attacks the party.
The first one moves up wielding a Fanchion ankmd attacks Ragnir.
The second one follows the first and steps in next to the other Twisted Nail Orc and attacks Ulfgard with a Greataxe. He buries it into the dirt next to Dwarf Ranger so deep he is unable to dislodge it.
The third one falls in line next to the other two and attacks with his Falchion, swinging the big sword in a silly and haphazard manner.
Finally, the fourth one moves next to the third one , but is unable to get in an attack.
Haskyll grunts and strains under the weight of the beam
Hurry Agrit, we are needed outside
Mordea sees an opportunity. She moves left skipping over a body that she briefly looks at with a "yuck" sound, then finds a position flanking one of the Orcs with the Dwarf Ranger . This is the same Dwarf she once tried to murder. She briefly feels conflicted by that and then tries to stick her short sword deep inside the Orc's bowels ; which she in turn manages to do.
The Orc slumps over bleeding out.
Agrit struggles with all her strength to free Sara, "She is dying. I may not be able to stop the bleeding." The normally stoic female Dwarf is crying and on the verge of hysteria.
Anga looks at the orcs and spits.
let's see how ye like dwarf magic
She picks the closest orc, and force bolts him
Spitting out a big glob of goo, Ulfgard smiles at the orc in front of him.
And with a mighty stroke an orc head flies left while the rest slumps to the ground.
"Who is next?"
Round One Recap
As Haskyll and Kaos move to free Sara Morningkawk from being pinned by a burning beam, a group from the Twisted Nail Orc Tribe attacks the party. One of them manages to deliver a blow to Ragnir.
In the still twilight, the former Assassin Mordea, comes to the party's aid, back stabbing an Orc in its bowels. The Orc falls unconscious.
As one the Orc's drive his Greataxe in the ground, Ulfgard responds by removing that Orc's head. It goes flying, landing near the Inner Quarter well. The remaining body slowly falls in front of the Dwarf Ranger.
Anga delivers a Force Missile striking the third Orc.
Ragnir responds to his injury by dropping his foe, cutting a deep swath into the Orc's hide.
Round Two
Seeing the Orc next to him's head go sailing, the remaining Orc either overly brave or very stupid or both, attacks Ulfgard with his Falchion.
The brave Orc manages to cut deep into the Dwarf Ranger.
Mordea sees Ulfgard take a blow and this strangely disturbs her for reasons she has yet to fathom. She then gracefully steps up and with Ragnir as her flanking partner, attempts to back stab the last Orc. But the Orc moved just in time to miss the thrust.
Anga, seeing Ulfgard injured twists her hands as she hurls a force bolt at the orc who struck him .