Several party members attack, while others position themselves. The hellhounds snap their teeth at you, black and red flames spewing from their mouths. The cleric casts a spell directed at Adele.
ROUND 10 SUMMARY
Maysalkirii conjures a weapon of divine force and directs it to attack the hobgoblin cleric. He moves under the cover of invisibility into the room.
Narses nearly cleaves the beast with his axes, but the infernal monstrosity stays on its feet.
Adele nimbly maneuvers herself past the hellhounds to face the hobgoblin cleric.
Dragox finishes what Narses started, ending the threat of one of the helllhounds.
Findor rushes back, ending nearly to the door of the farmhouse.
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Hobgoblin Cleric (6 damage) chants a few guttural, malevolent words before reaching out to touch Adele. A small nimbus of crackling black energy surrounds his hand. Touch Attack . Damage . Will DC 14 for half damage.
Hellhound 1 (42 damage, dead) bites at Narses, Attack , Damage , 1 round rest
Hellhound 2 bites at Adele, Attack , Damage , 6 rounds rest
Hellhound 3 bites at Adele, Attack , Damage , 4 rounds rest
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ROUND 11 MAP
One of the hellhounds goes down, but the others continue their ferocious assault.
Initiative
Findor 23
Adele 20
Maysalkirii 19
Hobgoblin Cleric 17
Hellhounds 15
Narses 6
Dragox 3
Feek's spiritual weapon strikes again-
Spiritual Weapon Attack Roll
Force damage, ignores DR
Invisibility fading away as he strikes, Maysalkirii plunges Ilyandrosa deep into the hobgoblins throat, following through with Chianni aiming for the hobgoblin's heart. The magic animating Ilyandrosa to be potent against Goblins fades after the strike is made...
Includes invisibility bonus, vs flat-footed AC.
Add 3d6 damage if hes still flat-footed after the first strike.
Confirmed Crit
Extra damage, bane isn't precision damage and thus is multiplied, sneak attack is not included
Stepping forward in pusuit of the flaming dogs as the one in front of him is kicke aside by Dragox, muttering through cleched teeth. "Here puppy, puppy pup!
main
off
As Narses moves into the room, Dragox follows behind him. He sees one of the monsters fall from his attacks and takes another swing at the closest hound threatening him.
Unarmed Attack
Damage
Findor moves into the house and maneuvers past his companions until he is next to the firebreathing dog on the south wall and attacks with his sword.
Despite the evil energy crackling though her body and the vicious bite from the hound, Adele sets her face grimly and attacks with her rapier. Go quickly to whatever evil god you serve, she mutters through gritted teeth.
Your party makes significant headway battling inside the farmhouse.
ROUND 11 SUMMARY
Maysalkirii butchers the hobgoblin cleric in a showering mist of blood and viscera.
Narses swings with his twin axes, missing with the first but connecting visciously with the second.
Adele strikes with the power of holy vengeance, piercing the hobgoblin cleric in the shoulder.
Dragox lands a blow to the hellhound on the table.
Findor swings his longsword, but fails to make contact.
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Hobgoblin Cleric (91 damage, dead)
Hellhound 1 (42 damage, dead) bites at Narses, Attack , Damage
Hellhound 2 (22 damage) bites at Narses, Attack , Damage , 5 rounds rest
Hellhound 3 bites at Findor, Attack , Damage , 3 frounds rest
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ROUND 12 MAP
The cleric drops in a crumpled heap. The hellhounds snarl and continue their assault.
Initiative
Findor 23
Adele 20
Maysalkirii 19
Hellhounds 15
Narses 6
Dragox 3
Spinning around from the dead hobgoblin, Adele lunges with her rapier at the hound.
Trying to help the team finish off the creatures, Dragox wings mightily.
Flurry Attack One
Damage One
Flurry Attack Two
Damage Two
Moving into a flank depending on which hellhound is still alive on his initiative count, Feek slashes at the hindquarters of a Hellhound, relying on his allies to provide a distraction.
Findor takes another swing at the hound.
Blood gushing everywhere as the party decimates it's oppostision Narses's axes show only as blur of motion chop, chop, chop!
main ,
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crit confirm , extra +3dmg for killer trait
With painful yelps, the last of the hellhounds fall. Still breathing heavily from battle, you look about for signs of opposition, only to find silence. Nothing moves, save the slowly spreading crimson of blood on the floor of the farmhouse.
Looking out the window, you see the unconscious hobgoblin beginning to stir. He is still tightly bound in ropes.
Dragox quickly casts Detect Magic to see if the hobgoblin cleric was carrying anything that can be put to better use with the group.
Dragox quickly casts Detect Magic to see if the hobgoblin cleric was carrying anything that can be put to better use with the group.
Casting detect magic on the fallen hobgoblin cleric, you see a faint aura appear on his armor.
Dragox quickly casts Detect Magic to see if the hobgoblin cleric was carrying anything that can be put to better use with the group.Casting detect magic on the fallen hobgoblin cleric, you see a faint aura appear on his armor.
Findor goes back outside to stand guard over the awakening hobgoblin.
Maysalkirii would like to search everything in detail, including the farmhouse- watching out for any nasty traps the hobgoblins might have left. Feel free to roll for me secretly if necessary- Using Guidance so perception modifier is +12, +14 for traps. Interrogation isn't really Feek's thing...
Adele gingerly examines the bloody bite mark left by the hound. Oh dear, she sighs as she views her torn and stained shirt. I'll have to ask Findor to learn prestidigitation to clean this up.
Sadly, she moves to examine the mutilated body parts in the corner, seeking to restore some semblance of dignity to the remains before preparing them for proper burial.
Examing the bodies of the hobgoblins, you find that they are all dressed uniformly, indicating a well-organized military force. They all bear the same insignia on their chests, located over the heart (PIC). Looting the bodies of your fallen enemies, you find:
Hobgoblin Soldiers:
finely-made longsword (16)
composite longbow (16)
chainmail armor (16)
heavy steel shield (16)
arrows (280)
milky-white potion (8)
Hobgoblin Leader:
finely-made shortsword (2)
finely-made studded leather armor
Hobgoblin Cleric:
finely made banded mail
finely-made heavy mace
light steel shield
milky-white potion (2)
scroll (2)
Examining the bodies of the dead humans, you can surmise their identities. A man dressed in rough woolen shirt and pants appears to be a farmer, likely the owner of the farmhouse. A woman dressed in fine linen traveling clothes appears to be a merchant or noblewoman. The other three bodies are of well-muscled young men, probably guards for the woman. All of the bodies bear arrow wounds, indicating an ambush. They have all been gnawed and chewed to some degree. Looting the bodies of the slain humans, you find:
studded leather armor (3)
longsword (3)
light crossbow (3)
crossbow bolt (14)
With the battle over Narses lets out a huge breath of relief, seming to grow a bit smaller with the outlett of breath. Feeling the fatigue and after battle shock come over him he sags down to his haunches, his grip on the axes growing limp, and starts to sweat profously.
"Don't argue the marching order again Findor, the scouts are always up front!" he breaths after the elf. "No ambush, indead!" He mutters to himself, shaking his head as he sits down trying to catch his breath.
perception
Sitting there and watching Feek and Adele going through the bodies he notices a pouch off to theire side and poits it out. Hei! Whats that?
Maysalkirii quickly finds the pouch of gold coins (he can't fail that DC), and shows it to the group.
A magical aura surrounds the cleric's armor and the commander's shortswords.
Maysalkirii quickly finds the pouch of gold coins (he can't fail that DC), and shows it to the group.
Well, obviously, that must belong to one of these poor people. If only we can find their next of kin, think what a comfort a small fortune will be to them in their hour of loss!
Adele gasps as she sees the hobgoblin's holy symbol. Oh dear, she murmurs, as she fingers the wicked looking skull with a spiked chain dangling from the eyeholes.
Looting the soldiers bodies of the strange vials, he also casts detect magic and examines the potion bottles.
He looks up momentarily from his perusal to respond to the quip. No one asked me to scout, or I would have. I assumed this was just a normal everyday journey. He looks around again, taking the hobgoblin bodies into account. Apparently I was wrong. We survived though. No harm done.
Maysalkirii quickly finds the pouch of gold coins (he can't fail that DC), and shows it to the group.
Well, obviously, that must belong to one of these poor people. If only we can find their next of kin, think what a comfort a small fortune will be to them in their hour of loss!
Adele gasps as she sees the hobgoblin's holy symbol. Oh dear, she murmurs, as she fingers the wicked looking skull with a spiked chain dangling from the eyeholes.
What is it Adele? Feek asked, handing the pouch over absent-mindedly to the Paladin.
What is it Adele? Feek asked, handing the pouch over absent-mindedly to the Paladin.Maysalkirii quickly finds the pouch of gold coins (he can't fail that DC), and shows it to the group.
Well, obviously, that must belong to one of these poor people. If only we can find their next of kin, think what a comfort a small fortune will be to them in their hour of loss!
Adele gasps as she sees the hobgoblin's holy symbol. Oh dear, she murmurs, as she fingers the wicked looking skull with a spiked chain dangling from the eyeholes.
Adele manages a troubled smile as she takes the pouch from the goblin. This hobgoblin, she explains, he served the misguided brother of my goddess. There exists a very uneasy truce between them, for the sake of the love he once bore for her and which she still bears for him. Her tone hardens. His followers are very nasty business, indeed, creatures who glory in pain and destruction for its own sake. If Zon-Kuthon is worshipped by the goblins threatening this area, then the land's inhabitants fear for good reason.
The potions do not reveal a magical aura. They are, however, in sturdy vials with cork stoppers, implying they were meant to be accessible very quickly and easily.
Knowledge Religion
Dragox nodded at Adele's summary of the evil god. There really wasn't much else to add. "May the Dawnflower give you peace on your journey," he quietly speaks over the bodies of the innocents who were not so lucky versus the hobgoblins.
"Do you need additional healing, Adele?"
Raising his hand from his crouching postition. "I could use some. Took a cople o' scratches is the brawl."
Knowledge Religion 1d20 + 5
Dragox nodded at Adele's summary of the evil god. There really wasn't much else to add. "May the Dawnflower give you peace on your journey," he quietly speaks over the bodies of the innocents who were not so lucky versus the hobgoblins.
"Do you need additional healing, Adele?"
Rising with a wince, Adele nods. I was rash to rush into the midst of the fray like that, she admits. The hobgoblins' brutality angered me, and I failed to consider that my flesh was as vulnerable as their unfortunate victims'.
Gathering his injured friends to his side, he channels a warm healing burst from his Goddess.
for everyone
Seeing that the others were now examining the cleric and the others, Dragox moves to the outside to check on Findor and the captive. "Thankfully someone had the sense to make sure this cad didn't escape his bonds. I think we should probably wait for Adele to join us to question him. She looks much nicer than you or I," he tells the elf.
Adele smiles at the half-orc. Thank your Dawnflower for her healing. She takes the sheets from the bed to drape over the unfortunate victims and stands a moment in silence, her head bowed, a tribute to their passing.
Narses, she says, this woman does not seem to have been an inhabitant of this humble abode; she and her retinue had to have come here from somewhere. I know we've made a mess out there, but do you suppose you could look around for tracks? They might help us find her home and family.
After that, she goes outside to where Findor and Dragox are waiting with the captive and prepares to question him.
I should be very interested in knowing who these People of the Dragon are.
Findor declares firmly, though he makes no move to ask the prisoner. At Adele's insistence he flicks his swordspoint away from the hobgoblin and sheathes the blade.
The potions do not reveal a magical aura. They are, however, in sturdy vials with cork stoppers, implying they were meant to be accessible very quickly and easily.
Standing up he nods his head, "Sure I can. Let me see what I can find."
Starting by the front door, Narses will go up and down the path and examine every track he can find, trying to get a clear picture of what transpired and were everyone came from.
Survival, tracking + another 4 for goblinoids
Standing up he nods his head, "Sure I can. Let me see what I can find."
Starting by the front door, Narses will go up and down the path and examine every track he can find, trying to get a clear picture of what transpired and were everyone came from.Survival, tracking 1d20+14 + another 4 for goblinoids
"If you could Adele, find out what that place or name was that the hobbies kept referring to earlier. What are they doing here and why did they take this particular farmhouse?" Dragox says, thinking out loud.
1. Detect poison reveals nothing.
2. The road you travel is the main artery between the Elsir Vale and the outside world. Considering the average rate of traffic, you estimate it wouldn't have taken more than a few hours for a few people to fall victim to the hobgoblins. Further investigation shows the body of the farmer to be much more advanced in decay than the others. Perhaps they were using the farmhouse as a clandestine base and only killed those who stopped to investigate. Perhaps the thought of a rich merchant was too much to resist. Who knows? All you can tell, however, is that if they had killed every traveler who passed by, there would have been many, many more bodies. You have noticed, however, that you stopped passing fellow travelers on the road approximately two days ago.
3. The imprints of heavy boots crisscross the area in myriad directions. Some fresh, some old. It appears the farmhouse may have been used as a command center of sorts.
Maysalkirii uncorks one of the potions and tries to identify it by taste.
Perception check to do so.
Taking a light sip from one of the potions, you notice your senses sharpen. The world seems crisper and more focused. It tastes like almonds.
Identification Success!
The potion is alchemical in nature. Drinking the potion provides the benefit of the Alertness feat for one hour.
Taking a light sip from one of the potions, you notice your senses sharpen. The world seems crisper and more focused. It tastes like almonds.
Identification Success!
The potion is alchemical in nature. Drinking the potion provides the benefit of the Alertness feat for one hour.
Grinning in triumph, Maysalkirii shares his findings with the group.
The hobgoblin prisoner finally awakens, groaning in pain and blearily looking about to get its bearings.
After a run through the area Narses reports his findings to the group.
"Looks like the hobies were using the farm as a base of operations of sorts. Plenty traffic through the road and heavy tracks around the farm, this might be a staging point for operations in the area."
After a run through the area Narses reports his findings to the group.
"Looks like the hobies were using the farm as a base of operations of sorts. Plenty traffic through the road and heavy tracks around the farm, this might be a staging point for operations in the area."
Then we have done well to liberate it, Adele replies, before reaching into her spell component pouch, closing her eyes, and whispering some arcane words. When she opens her eyes again, they seem larger and dewier, her skin more glowing and radiant, her whole aspect softer and more appealing. Kneeling down next to the bound prisoner, she speaks, and her gentle voice sounds unfamiliar as it expertly pronounces the guttural sounds of the Goblin language.
The 1/2 orc leans in to Adele and the hobgoblin's conversation, not knowing exactly what was said by the halfling. "You are alone now. It would be in your best interest to tell us what you know."
Aid Another Diplomacy
Yes, finely-made means masterwork. It should be obvious to any casual observer whether an item is masterwork or not, but since magical items are masterwork as well, whenever you see the term 'finely-made' or something similar it indicates at least masterwork if not magical gear.