Following the successful attack by the Eidolon, the enforcer with the leash does not hesitate to release the wolf. The other enforces raises his crossbow and fires a bolt at Garreth, who is just about to bridge ashore.
The bolt drives through the halfling monk like a knife through butter, leaving the halfling severely battered in its wake.
The wolf, bloodied by the vicious attack of the Eidolon, snaps right back at the creature, but misses.
Nuzzle - Attack Wolf
Tyraneus - Draws weapon
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Wolf (8) - Attack Eidolon, misses
Enforcer 1 - Releases wolf
Enforcer 2 - Releases bolt, hits Garret
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Dorn
Garrett - Takes 8 damage
Radnor
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Nuzzle
Tyraneus
The enforcer collapses onto the floor and remains motionless, the life drilled out of him in one swift stroke.
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Dorn
Garrett
Radnor - Kills an enforcer
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Nuzzle
Tyraneus
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Wolf (8)
Enforcer 1 (Dead)
Enforcer 2
Dorn brings down his axe at the wolf, creating a mess of fur, blood and bones. The creature collapses
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Dorn - Kills Hotspur, the wolf
Garrett
Radnor - Kills an enforcer
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Nuzzle
Tyraneus
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Wolf (Dead)
Enforcer 1 (Dead)
Enforcer 2
Garret moves up the dock and stands ready to thwart the crossbowman.
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Dorn - Kills Hotspur, the wolf
Garrett - Readies attack
Radnor - Kills an enforcer
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Nuzzle
Tyraneus
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Wolf (Dead)
Enforcer 1 (Dead)
Enforcer 2
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Tyraneus' fire bolt sets the hair of the enforcer on fire, as Nuzzle races forward to rake at the man. The thug then takes a step back, reloads his crossbow and fires off an arrow at Garrett, but the distraction of having a summoner's eidolon raking at him, is too much and the arrow flies wide.
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Dorn - Kills Hotspur, the wolf
Garrett - Readies attack
Radnor - Kills an enforcer
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Nuzzle - Claw attack
Tyraneus - Fire bolt
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Wolf (Dead)
Enforcer 1 (Dead)
Enforcer 2 (5)
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Dorn
Garret
Radnor
Nuzzle
Tyraneus
Dorn axe swings low, and hack away at the enforcers legs, but before the nickname 'stumpy' can catch on, Radnor decides that enough is enough, and drives his lance through the man's heart. The limp body of the enforcers slumps down onto the pier.
The docks are empty, but it is only a question for how long.
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Dorn wastes no time at all. He grabs the nearest body and starts dragging it towards the dock's edge.
"Oy! What can we weight these Razmiran buggers with?" he hisses to the others. "Quick, unmoor us from the dock, we'll need to get the boat moving as quick as we can!"
Dorn gives a cursory look through the lead enforcer's pockets-- specifically, he is hunting any sort of stamp or token of 'passage granted', that would have been theirs had they legally paid the toll.
If Dorn is at all discomfited about the fact that they've just rather brutally killed two lawful authorities of Razmiran, he doesn't seem to show it.
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Radnor cleans off his lance on the enforcer's uniform moves over and takes up the mooring rope so Nuzzle can slash and tear at it with claws and fangs. Once the blue furry dragon cuts through he holds the rope until everyone is aboard and then joins them, kicking the plank away.
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Each enforcer was carrying a short sword, a light crossbow and padded armour, as well as a potion each. One of them was carrying a kind of stamp, though no paper or wax. Some commotion can be heard somewhat further away on the docks as Nuzzle slashes the rope with a strike of its claws. A first arrow flies overhead as the boat clears the dock with all aboard.
As the Abacus sails away, the moon rises over the glass river even though it is only morning, and the moon almost gets hit by an arrow. A number of cajoling enforcers spreads on the docks, but having no boat to launch the Abacus makes a swift escape.
As the boat clears the waters of Xer, Temel and the dwarves see the coast clear, and emerge briefly for a chat.
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Garret was almost in shock at the efficiency shown by his companions in the fight.
After the fight he asks his companions: "Can anyone use this wand of healing? If you would be so kind to use it on me, that bolt really hurt my arm!
When Temel and Mettella lay out the plans Garret chips in: "Both your plans have merit, although I would not want to offend the Razmiran Deity by posing as a pilgrim, therefore I like Temel's plan slightly better"
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Radnor frowns, "I think myself and Dorn would look out of place as pilgrims, we might pass as merchants guards though. But do we really need that much deception? The fewer lies we tell the fewer we can get caught in. Why not say we are Pathfinders looking for suitable locations to explore? That would even give us an excuse to talk with people about their favourite local legends, and haunted gazebos, etc."
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Dorn grins at Garrett's reaction to the dockside battle and slaps the halfling on the back in a jovial fashion.
"Wouldn't be a good day without a bit of blood, short stuff," he says cheerfully.
The discussion of plans makes him scowl, though, rubbing at one of the thicker scars on his skull. He gives a vaguely apologetic look to Metella, his fellow dwarf.
"I'm with Radnor on this. The two of us look, at best, like guards, not pious Razmir-lovers. I don't hold with tryin' to lie my way into anything-- can't hold all them stories in my head at the same time! -- but if we've got to lie our way in, that seems likelier to be believed than that we're priesty-poos."
He jerks a meaty thumb at Tyraneus. "You prob'ly want to keep yer yap shut about Saranrae, tho."
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Tyraneus grabs the wand from Garret and uses it on the halfling.
"That looks to be better"
"I would have to agree with Dorn. We will be much the wiser to pose as merchants than to displease any of the gods posing as priests. I shall not make mention of Sarenrae although all individuals deserve the opportunity at redemption before they meet my curved blade"
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Garret stretches his arms "Thanks Tyraneus that feels much better, you just hold on to the wand in case one of us is wounded again during this assignment."
Garret then turns to the group "Ok, merchants it is. Temel, can you give us some pointers how a merchant would behave in Razmiran?"
Garret also offers Radnor a wand: "Radnor, this is a wand of magic armor, would you be so kind to use it on me and Nuzzle in case we are caught in another combat?"
Temel looks pleased: probably a lot more careful than in other places. If the ruse is to be looking for a way station, you should be very interested in how they treat their horses, if there is sufficient bedding and whether the food is any good. Be courteous at all times, but don't be afraid to negotiate.
The abacus continues its voyage along the glass river. The river narrows ahead, flowing around a central isle thick with trees and vegetation. The northern fork of the river runs beneath a canopy formed by the isle’s overhanging trees and riverside foliage while to the south, the river is open to the sky above. As the boat approaches the island, a dragon-like creature emerges from the water below.
It immediately snaps a Dorn, but it is apparently disoriented by the rise from the water. In frustration, it slaps its tail and quickly comes around for another bite. Ready this time, Dorn manages to avoid the bite and is completely ready for the slap that follows.
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Monster - Attack Dorn (surprise and 1st round)
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Garret
Tyraneus
Radnor
Nuzzle
Dorn
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Monster
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Garret transforms into a whirlwind of kicks and punches, and lands a solid blow on the scaly nostril of the creature.
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Garret - Punches the monster
Tyraneus
Radnor
Nuzzle
Dorn
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Monster (1)
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Tyraneus scorches the creatures exposed abdomen with a bolt of fire, leaving several of the softer scales a sooty black.
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Garret - Punches the monster
Tyraneus - Fire bolt
Radnor - Lance readied attack <- to be processed
Nuzzle - Attacking
Dorn
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Monster (6)
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"Eh?!" Dorn blinks as a river-creature snaps at his arms where he's resting them on the ship's railing. He's slightly slow to react, and only Radnor's voice seems to get him out of his bemusement.
He whips his axe out from its loop at his belt, and tries to bring it down on the water-beast's skull before side-stepping as per Radnor's suggestion.
Apparently he's still wool-gathering a bit.
Dorn swings wildly at the creature, steps aside and sees Radnor score another mighty hit, piercing through scale and flesh.
The moves to the side, so as to be in front of Dorn, then opens its mouth and spits out a nasty ball of mucus. Garret is at the center of the ball, with Nuzzle and Radnor taking splash damage, and covering all of them in a sticky mess of goo.
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Garret - Punches the monster
Tyraneus - Fire bolt
Radnor - Lance readied attack
Nuzzle - Attacking
Dorn - Swing at creature
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Monster (15)
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Garret - 6 damage, reflex DC 12 save for half
Tyraneus
Radnor - 8 damage, reflex DC 12 save for half
Nuzzle - 4 damage, reflex DC 12 save for half
Dorn
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Dorn... bursts into laughter at the sight of his fellow Pathfinders covered in the toxic gunk. There's a big smile on his face, as though this were some sort of game, instead of real, life-threatening injury and pain.
"Ha! Haaaa, it's good you told me to move, lad!" he shouts to Radnor. "Just for that, I'll try to slash in its skull for you!"
He takes another step alongside the port railing to keep pace with the brute, and hums happily to himself as he brings the axe down a second time in an arc of steel.
His aim seems truer this time, and his strike harder.
The arc of steel that Dorn brings down connects with the creature's head, and sends it down crashing into the water below. It's lifeless, limp body floats in the water.
The mucus bites as Radnor struggles against it, but he finally manages to step clear of the mess. Garret, meanwhile, has less trouble avoiding the goop.
All is well with the River Drake defeated. Or is it, as a scream from Radnor the pain, the pain is followed by the collapse of the Summoner.
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Dorn blinks as he catches the fall of Radnor's body from the corner of his eye.
".....ah, come on, kid, you've gotta be tougher'n that to be a knight!" he says, bending over the young man's prone body. He nudges him with a toe. Then shrugs.
"Oi, better do somethin', priest!"
And then Dorn looks back over the edge of the railing at the body of the beast he'd just killed. Caring is really not his strong suit.
Caring is really not Dorns strong suit. Gemstones are, perhaps? A small hole in the bank of the river, probably the creature's nest, shows a glimpse of some gold nuggets and a couple of uncut garnets.
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"Ha, hardly a challenge at all, so dull I fell asleep," Radnor croaks, as he opens his eyes and manages a sickly grin. Pushing himself up he begins the process of summoning Nuzzle again slapping his hand against nothing again to shatter it and open the bizarre colourful rift that the eidolon emerges from.