emrys round 4 initiative 6, 2 hands left, 2 spells left
Emrys scowled as his staff failed to conform to his will, and attempted to focus through the noise and distraction to repeat his attempt.
Hand of the apprentice
Damage
Then you jumped oner me completely. My round 2 action to continue to move to the door, then next round the word burt thru door, I had an AOO. This action is my round 3 action.orderic round 3 init 11
Not wanting to get involved in the skirmish with the larger wolf, especially one that can talk, and knowing that there is still some other creature out there somewhere that has the ability to throw missile weapons. Orderic continues to attempt to blend in to the shadows.
[dice=Stealth Check]1d20+6
That trapped wolf will not stay trapped for long."
moving to the back of the creature, attempting to stay away from it snapping jaws, Orderic attacks in quick lighting light attack
[dice=Rapier]1d20+0
[dice=Critical Damage][1d6+1d6
[dice=sneak attack dmg]1d6
I'll go back and check.
That brings us to speed. If you say you killed the wolf on round 3 instead, fine. What are you doing in round 4?
Round and Initiative tags are asked for for just this reason, my friends. Also, please give spoilers if things don’t go the way you plan.
Thanks
>So Chern and Orderic then to finish round 4
Chern Rnd:4 Init: 9
Chern hacked at the wolf before him, while his cousin proceeded to grab it by the tail, and punch it repeatedly.
Wary of the worg now breathing down his neck, Chern then moved back a little, to take stalk of the larger beast. Noticing some odd spasms from Emrys, he glanced around...
[ooc]Perception Check=[ooc]
Chern Rnd:4 Init: 9
Chern hacked at the wolf before him, while his cousin proceeded to grab it by the tail, and punch it repeatedly.
Wary of the worg now breathing down his neck, Chern then moved back a little, to take stalk of the larger beast. Noticing some odd spasms from Emrys, he glanced around...
[ooc]Perception Check=1d20[ooc]
Actually, Chern flanks the Worg with Balder. Is the worg your target or Wolf #3 (who flanks you with the Worg?)
Chern Rnd:4 Init: 9
Chern hacked at the wolf before him, while his cousin proceeded to grab it by the tail, and punch it repeatedly.
Wary of the worg now breathing down his neck, Chern then moved back a little, to take stalk of the larger beast. Noticing some odd spasms from Emrys, he glanced around...
[ooc]Perception Check=1d20[ooc]
See posting rules. Dakkar is not doing this. His target is, and always has been, the worg.
Dakkar’s Ambush Round 4 Update
Dakkar slammed his shield again and again against the worg, driving it off balance and keeping its fangs from his flesh as best he could. The worg was too fast, too strong, and tore the druids legs out from under him, sending him bleeding to the ground.
Balder limped in from the side, his barbed flail thumping into the worg’s shoulder as Chern maneuvered to the beasts other side.
Orderic tested the reach of the wolf caught in the mountain man’s leg trap and lured it into a lunge. His rapier snapped out as the chain brought it up short, the wolf’s growl turning into a wet gurgle as it slid to the ground.
** spoiler omitted **
Dakkar's Ambush Round 4
Dakkar Mudwater 16 [3/10hp] (prone)
Balder Crimsonsong 13 [3/14hp]
Orderic Vitalis 11 [9/11hp]
Wolf #4 (killed by initial AoO's)
Wolf #3 (fighting Chern and Dakkar Mudwater)
Greypelt, Worg 10 [29 damage taken]
Chern 9 [10/10hp]
Wolf #1 (trapped by Chern's bear trap)
Wolf #2
Emrys 6 [11/11hp]>Chern and Emrys are up to finish Round 4!
The above is what I was going by...
I suspect you put the line about me and Dakkar on the wrong line with wolf 3, instead of the worg?In that case, replace everything I did with worg instead of wolf 3.
Dakkar’s Ambush Round 4 Update
Dakkar slammed his shield again and again against the worg, driving it off balance and keeping its fangs from his flesh as best he could. The worg was too fast, too strong, and tore the druids legs out from under him, sending him bleeding to the ground.
Balder limped in from the side, his barbed flail thumping into the worg’s shoulder as Chern maneuvered to the beasts other side.
Orderic tested the reach of the wolf caught in the mountain man’s leg trap and lured it into a lunge. His rapier snapped out as the chain brought it up short, the wolf’s growl turning into a wet gurgle as it slid to the ground.
** spoiler omitted **
Dakkar's Ambush Round 4
Dakkar Mudwater 16 [3/10hp] (prone)
Balder Crimsonsong 13 [3/14hp]
Orderic Vitalis 11 [9/11hp]
Wolf #4 (killed by initial AoO's)
Wolf #3 (fighting Chern and Dakkar Mudwater)
Greypelt, Worg 10 [29 damage taken]
Chern 9 [10/10hp]
Wolf #1 (trapped by Chern's bear trap)
Wolf #2
Emrys 6 [11/11hp]>Chern and Emrys are up to finish Round 4!
The above is what I was going by...
I suspect you put the line about me and Dakkar on the wrong line with wolf 3, instead of the worg?In that case, replace everything I did with worg instead of wolf 3.
Orderic round 4 init11
Upon dealing a quick killing string to the helpless wolf, Ordering looks up to see the current battle in process. Scanning the battle field he still sees nothing that would have thrown the knife earlier. However, seeing the one called Chern being flanked by both a smaller wolf, and the huge talking abanation he lets out a small curse.
shaking his head in disapprovement, mainly at himself, he tumbles in to position to flank the wolf with Chern and lashes out with a quick strike with the rapier
(+2 for flanking)
dakkar, rnd 5, init 16
Dakkar moved his now scarred and pitted shield to protect his vitals and made his way to his feet. Swinging his club weakly to fend off the work, he set his jaw and waited for an opening.
emrys round 5 initiative 6, 2 hands left, 1 spells left
Try as he might, Emrys could not seem to land a blow on the great beast with his staff, and so instead he clutched it tight in one hand as he furrowed his brow. His free hand clenched for a moment and then opened to reveal a small wasplike mote of light resting on his palm. His hand flicked out, palm still outstretched, to send the light in an erratic, yet unerring collision course with the snout of the worg.
Magic Missile
Hand of the apprentice
Damage
Dakkar's Ambush Round 4 Addendum
Orderic tumbled into position behind the great worg, stabbing at it with his rapier as chern drew blood with his shortsword.
Emrys' quarterstaff hummed harmlessly through the air, whirling back to the wizards outstretched hand after missing the worg.
Dakkar's Ambush Round 5
Dakkar Mudwater 16 [3/10hp] (prone)
Balder Crimsonsong 13 [3/14hp]
Orderic Vitalis 11 [9/11hp]
Wolf #4 (killed by initial AoO's)
Wolf #3 (fighting Chern and Dakkar Mudwater)
Greypelt, Worg 10 [33 damage taken]
Chern 9 [10/10hp]
Wolf #1 (trapped by Chern's bear trap)
Wolf #2
Emrys 6 [11/11hp]
Balder round 5 ini 13
Keep it up men! we will win the day yet!
He ignored the hot bolts of pain shooting to his thigh and swung his flail with everything he had.
Dakkar's Ambush Round 5 Update
Dakkar struggled to regain his footing, wary of the worg's lethal bite. Somehow he managed to find his feet as his companions stabbed and smashed at the worg from all sides.
The worg, whirled, desperate now, hemmed in by its enemies and bleeding from a half dozen minor wounds. It snarled and bit, ripping into Chern with fury, savaging the mountain man.
A bolt of magic streaked across the courtyard, taking the great wolf in the eye and exploding out of the back of the worg's skull. Bone, brain, and blood bathed the stunned warriors around the beast and a wailing reptilian hiss rose in the air from the direction of the monasteries rooftop as Greypelt collapsed.
A strangely carved stick spun from above to protrude from the courtyards mud like a hurled dagger, wisps of magic still sizzling from the visible end as quick footfalls sounded a retreat.
The lesser wolf, terrified at the sight of its masters fall, raced for the gap in the entrance, only to fall in an instant when it dropped its guard and Dakkar's club crushed its shoulder, Chern's shortsword found its heart and Orderics rapier severed its spine.
Party Status At Battles End
Dakkar Mudwater [3/10hp]
Balder Crimsonsong [3/14hp]
Orderic Vitalis [9/11hp]
Chern [2/10hp]
Emrys [11/11hp]
Orderic cleans the blood and gore off of his blade..
"Well it looks like your ambush plan worked well. We are still no closer to knowing Who this Girdle is that sent the wolves after you. However, I think it is safe to say that they are having a second thought about what their next action is going to be.
Looking to the half-Orc "You seem to be the one leading this motly group. What say your next play of action will be? I highly doubt they will fall for another ambush..
Dakkar glanced up at Orderic as he finished tying the bandage around his thigh, where he had been savaged by the worg. Shaking his head he stood, tested his leg and began gingerly making his way towards his injured cousin.
"Well....my grandpappy always used to tell me not to underestimate the stupidity of others, but I think you might be right"
As he reached Chern he slapped him on the back and started slathering a foul smelling poultice on his wounds.
"Problem we got is that none of us is ready for another fight. I'm figurin that none of them is either. Whoever them is."
His expert hands finished binding Chern's wounds, and Dakkar stood up and started heading towards balder; motioning for Orderic to walk with him
"Lissen. I think we got off on the wrong foot, and I hope we can finish this thing together. We need to be able to trust you, and you need to be able to trust us. You mentioned that you might be willing to use yer skills when we got inside. well. We inside. I was hoping you could check around inside without being seen. Kinda like you did in the battle. Don't fight nothin, but if you can see what there is to see and let us know that'd be great. IF there is nothin, then we finish this tonight. If there is somethin we finish it tomorrow after out wounds have knitted a bit. Either way, I'm hopin you can help. I'm also hopin that if you find somethin good, we all get a split. That's the deal I hope you can take".
Dakkar waited for the shady man's answer.
...and so did Chern...
...and so did Chern...
Emrys walked out of the doorway and back into the courtyard, shouldering his new backpack carefully. He looked at the conversation passing amongst his allies and shrugged as he moved back and forth, looking sadly at the bodies of the dead canines.
Emrys walked out of the doorway and back into the courtyard, shouldering his new backpack carefully. He looked at the conversation passing amongst his allies and shrugged as he moved back and forth, looking sadly at the bodies of the dead canines.
DM:
Well if you are going to camp out while i scout ahed, you best rest in the storage room, it is well defendable with only two small entrances. Both of which can be easily defendable.
lowering his mask to his face, Orderic ,over to the entry way of the double doors, Lowering himself to one knee he examins the ground inside the door for any hidden traps that the wolves may have avoided do to training.
once he is certain that there is nothing, he ventures forward keeping to the shadows and using his stealth to his advantage.
Droskar’s Crucible – Courtyard
Day 6, Night
As the group settled in to camp, Orderic slid his jester over his face and turned to face the double doors. Walking over, he bent to examine the door frame and then slipped inside, vanishing from sight in the darkness beyond.
Orderic slipped into the entry hall, glancing at the closed doors to his left and right.
Guard rooms.
He listened carefully to one and then the other, hearing nothing. He cursed the darkness as he checked the door closures for traps.
Going by feel is going to get me killed .
The door way swung open to reveal a small cloakroom, only a few moldering rags still clinging to pegs along the wall.
Checking the other doorway, he found the door stuck.
Stuck means not opened for a long time. Means no traffic.
He shouldered the door open after several shoves, revealing an old chair had been propped against the doors interior. A dwarven skeleton in the thick leather apron of a blacksmith sat against the wall of the rooms far side, an empty glass vial still held in one bony hand and a silver hammer tucked into his belt. Some sort of dwarven runes marked the hammers side.
Sod poisoned himself.
He slipped the hammer into his pack and moved back out into the hall.
Droskar’s Crucible – Courtyard
Day 6, Night
Orderic squinted in the semi-darkness of the entry hall. Moonlight reached him from the double doors behind him but only barely, shining on another set of double doors yawning open just ahead. A passage branched left and right before the doors, leading off into darkness. He might have been imagining things, but the passage leading right seems a degree lighter at its end.
He moved to the open double doors and listened, hearing nothing. The mud caking the floor bore the paw prints of wolves, none entering the chamber beyond the double doors. He could hear some sort of weird rustling, like the slithering of large snakes, but on the ceiling somehow, lost in darkness.
The crows didn’t land on the tower. Big Spider in the tower. Wolves don’t go in here. Wolf eater in here.
He walked slowly along the right hand passageway and reached a corner, moonlight played over a battered dwarven statue at the end of the halls other end, splashing in through an open doorway leading out to the courtyard.
That’s where the knifethrower was. Got it.
The doorways along the wall here lacked doors and he glanced into the first one, a study of some sort with a huge stone desk. Holes in the ceiling let in just enough light to make out the rooms details. Gnawed bones covered the floor. The air was thick with the smell of wet fur.
Wolf lair
A quick search of the desk turned up a few pages of dirty parchment and an old quill. Orderic’s practiced hands soon located a secret drawer, pulling out a well-made handaxe, a pouch of gleaming platinum coins, and a prayer book written in dwarven script.
Droskar’s Crucible – Courtyard
Day 6, Night** spoiler omitted **
** spoiler omitted **
"The Dwarven dead have already been walking these halls. I do not wish to take any chances with this below
Closing the door to help muffle the noise. He moves back to the dead dwarf. First checking to make sure that the old fellow left no surprises "Rule #17 Dwarves cannot be trusted"
"Cannot have you getting up and walking around now can we."
Orderic holding the hilt of the hammer in on hand, and just under the maul with the other, he moves behind the dwarf and puts the handle around the next of the corps and in a quick motion attempts to remove the head from the body.
Once removed he headed back out in to the hallway
Droskar’s Crucible – Courtyard
Day 6, Night** spoiler omitted **
** spoiler omitted **
Orderic counts out the coins, taking the same number of gold coins from his own personal pouch that is hidden in his tunic, and swaps them with the platinum coins. "I am still sharing what I found. I just am exchanging one for one first."
He puts the hand axe on his belt, and the prayerbook in his backpack.
An uneasy feeling comes across him. He does not like the eerie quietness of the place.
Droskar’s Crucible – Courtyard
Day 6, Night
Orderic moved down the hall to the next door. The smell of wet wolf was stronger here, blended with an earthy smell he couldn’t immediately place.
One of the columns supporting the ceiling had fallen, smashing a small hole in the far wall, an opening into darkness. A patch of black mushrooms grew from the rusted armor of a dozen dwarven skeletons piled in the room’s far corner.
Ironblooms, I’d wager.
Orderic wrapped the mushrooms carefully in his pack and clambered up the slanting column to the hole. The cubby was packed with items, and Orderic slipped a large bulging purse into his pack along with a potion bottle and a wand.
Packed to the brim, his pack had no room for the dwarven –made light crossbow and he held it in one hand as he slipped from the room and emerged from the open doorway back into the monastery courtyard and to the group
Orderic walked back out into the courtyard through the far door where the knife had come, his pack stuffed to the brim, bulging out his cloak like a grotesque hump. He cradled a light crossbow in one hand, his rapier in the other. Sheathing his blade, he pushed his jesters mask up off his face and gave a wide, creepy grin.
Moving back towards the party,
I did not see any threat, but the place was too quiet. I am sure someone or some thing was watching me
He removes the hammer and ax from his belt and drops them on the ground in front of the party. "These Items were found, as well as these."
Dropping to one knee, he removes his backpack and removes the prayer book, the quill, the parchment, the potion bottle, the wand, and the large bulging purse.
"And before you accuse me, no i did not take anything from the purse, I have not even opened it yet. As well I have these mushrooms, are these what you were looking for?
placing the mushrooms also on the ground.
"Does anyone have any extra wanter? I would like to wash my hands after touching those. They were growing on the corpses of some dwarves. Also found another one that look like he killed himself. Those shrooms may not be safe."
Standing back up, Orderic uses his dagger to slice of a small piece of his soap, spits on it to attempt to create some lather.
"And if no one minds, I would like to keep this crossbow.
Balder winced as he stood up, fresh blots of blood soaked through his bandages.
He looked at Orderic.
Look, friend. Something's been bothering me for a while now. When we defeated that hobgoblin and his trained razor crows I saw you take something from his body? What was it and why didn't you tell the rest of us about it? I just want to get the air clear so I can trust you.
DM-
Sense motive on what he's about to say
DM:
Orderic looks at the bard with the the look of 'You really what to do this now?'
"Well sure, I found a couple of silver of the corpse. Are you really that hard up that you feel you need to have every coin divided equally? I think I managed to bring back a nice haul from the ruins there.
Orderic reaches into his tunic and pulls out a silver coin, and tosses it at feet of Balder "There."
looking around at the the rest of the group.
"Anyone else have something they would like to get off their chest? Or can we pack up and head back to town and out of this cursed place.
To Oderic:
"If its water you want, lets take a walk to that old well. I think its daft to stay inside these walls overnight anyway, might as well check it out, then move our camp a goodly distance away from a lair of walking dead men!"
Chern then slid a sword blade into the opening of the purse, and gingerly coaxed it open to look inside.
To Dakkar, gesturing to mushrooms:
"Well, what about it then? Is this what we lookin' for?"
To Oderic, gesturing to crossbow:
"No skin off my back..."
To Balder:
"Doubt it was much, 'sides, in addition to brinin' all this loot back to us, I'm sure he knows what we'll do to 'im if he tries to double-cross me an' Dakkar here."
Chern then narrowed his eyes.
"'Course that last bit applies to ALL a ya..."
DM: The group takes their spoils and retires into the nearby wilderness, resting without incident until the next morning.
DM: The group takes their spoils and retires into the nearby wilderness, resting without incident until the next morning.
** spoiler omitted **
Dakkar looked at the mushrooms and smiled.
"That's good work, Orderic. Just great. There's one more thing that got be done before we get out of here though"
Tucking away the mushrooms safely, Dakkar took out his knife and set to work skinning each of the wolves, and finally the worg. Smiling at his new companions he said
"Now we can go"
Dakkar looked at the mushrooms and smiled.
"That's good work, Orderic. Just great. There's one more thing that got be done before we get out of here though"
Tucking away the mushrooms safely, Dakkar took out his knife and set to work skinning each of the wolves, and finally the worg. Smiling at his new companions he said
"Now we can go"
DM:
Emrys is happy for the rest, and indifferent to the tension between other characters. Besides moving to the edge of the party and sitting facing away from the animals as they were skinned he is u phased by everything else.
Enjoying any opportunity to examine magic items, he is always keen to detect magic and attempt to identify objects, but he is also very keen to dig deeper, and at the moment he is intrigued by he Magic of the axe.
Emrys is happy for the rest, and indifferent to the tension between other characters. Besides moving to the edge of the party and sitting facing away from the animals as they were skinned he is u phased by everything else.
Enjoying any opportunity to examine magic items, he is always keen to detect magic and attempt to identify objects, but he is also very keen to dig deeper, and at the moment he is intrigued by he Magic of the axe.
Droskar's Crucible
Day 7, Morning
You have successfully gathered all three of the ingredients required for Laurel's cure for the blackscour illness and defeated the worg, Greypelt and his lupine minions.
Party Status
Dakkar Mudwater [4/10hp]
Balder Crimsonsong [4/14hp]
Orderic Vitalis [10/11hp]
Chern 3/10hp]
Emrys [11/11hp]
DM:
Dakkar Mudwater [10/10hp]
Balder Crimsonsong [9/14hp]
Orderic Vitalis [10/11hp]
Chern 5/10hp]
Emrys [11/11hp]
I will cast goodberry twice, and use it to fill all to full :)
Darkmoon Wood
Day 7, Late Afternoon
Fully healed from their ordeal at Droskar's Crucible, the group begins their trek back to Falcon's Hollow. Out of trail rations, Emrys' new pack was found to contain another week's worth, enough to see the heroes home with two days for a single person to spare.
Chern leads his mule, its saddle heaped with the bundles and bags containing your spoils from the dwarven ruin and the three special ingredients for Laurel's cure for the illness menacing the village, while Balder idly plucked his lute, already composing the ballad of your triumph over the foul worg, Greypelt.
The day promises rain, the sky overhead a churning mass of unrelenting grey cloud. Too dreary a day for the glad tidings you bring. The first fat drops fall, pattering to the forest floor, then a sheeting mist that soaks the skin without quenching your thirst.
The men were suddenly there, materializing out of the mist. Three stood in the center, burly and imposing. The man in the middle rested a pair of hand axes on his broad shoulders and sneared, his armor a mismatch of chain links and boiled leather.
"Well, looky, looky boys. Just what do we have here, I wonder?" The axeman spat on the ground. "We gots us some honest to goodness hee-roes. Savin' the day or some shee-it."
Another pair of men, one to the left and one to the right of the first three shifted into view, well back in the treeline, arrows nocked and drawn, one aimed at Chern, the other at Dakkar.
"Now, don't get me wrong. I'm all for savin' the day. You can keep yer cure. Ain't nothin' ta us. We just want yer money." He spat again. "I guess this is where I say yer money or yer lives. An 'fore anyone gets all heroic an does somethin' stupid, ye should know them boys back yonder can take the tail off'n a runnin' squirrel at a hunnerd paces with them bows. Money. Lives. Simple, ain't it?"
You can't take off a squirrel's tail. Squirrels need their tails for balance.
Emrys scowled at the ruffians.
The heavy sack of coins thudded a few feet from the bandits. Dakkar leaned against the mule and calmly lit his pipe, seemingly unconcerned with the potential danger of the situation.
"You boys is lucky we got places to be" he said puffing up a cloud of smoke "so you take that blood money. You take it and you get out of the forest. You run as far and as fast as you can. You run cause you took money from a Mudwater, and there ain't a single place in the natural world that you can hide.
Dakkar calmly locked gazes with each of the men and after a moment began to speak again.
"So you take that money and go, cause if you step one itty bitty toe into my woods again you gon' be left out for the wolves and bears to have their way with. When those wolves and bears eat their fill it'll be time for the rats and the vultures to pick at yer bones. When they done it'll be the bugs and the worms. Then when all manner of animal has filled themselves on the flesh of your body, it'll be the plants that leech the nutrients from your bleached bones. And then I might let you die. So go ahead. Take the money".
And Dakkar watched them all with an unflinching gaze, meaning every word.
Balder laughed Come now my friend, surely we cannot allow for a group of lowlifes such as they to continue their plundering of decent folk? If they are stupid enough to attack a group of armed men, perhaps we should end them now?
He gestures to the Worg pelt slung across the mules back.
We bested this giant Worg but last night! surely these miscreants will be not but a fleck of leftover meat annoyingly stuck in ones teeth.
He looks back to the leader.
Unless these fools really want to die by the hands of the heroes of falcons hollow? The treasure trove was a little light back there. I wonder what these fools will have that we can pick off their corpses.
They hurt squirrels, and squirrels are like weasels. I like weasels. We should take their tails off. Only people don't have tails. What can we take off people? Oh I know....but mother would say that was rude.
Orderic looks to the bard,
"So you outright want to say, that you wish to murder these men? Just for the reason that you consider them being a 'lowlife' as you called them?. I just want to be clear on what your intentions are?"
turning back to the group of bandits.
"You all have to excuse the ginger. I think he has been out in the sun to long today and the rays are affecting his brain. I think the offer from my Half-Orc friend here is very reasonable. He is not the sort of fellow that one wishes to get on he bad side. However, the best option is just to walk away. Forget the sack of coins at your feet. Forget you seen us, we will forget we seen you and everyone will get to go on their lives in blissful unawareness that this moment ever took place.
I am not one to begrudge a fellow for trying to scrap by day to day earning enough coin to feed themselves. You have to use the skills that you have. NOW is not that time.
Orderic leans back against a tree and crosses his arms, looks around at both parties
"So what you say? Do we all come down with a big case of group amnesia?"
Balder turned to Orderic anyone who prays on road travelers is a lowlife and will be dealt with accordingly.
The muscles in arms bulged and he crossed them on his chest.
Watch your tongue when you speak about me tumbler or you'll find yourself on your back with your wits knocked out of you. Ill not tolerate your lack of respect any further.