"I may just..."
He rushes to his saddle bags and looks through them quickly.
He finds a small wooden pallette with black and red ink and a reed pen.
"I thought I might still have this."
He returns to the arrow and quickly writes "DANGER. Don't approach. Lizards killed Sebastian."
This is all he can fit in the note.
"Anyone got a bow now?"
Anton smiles to Carter, showing his Masterwork Longbow.
"looks as if more people here! I want to get Sebastians body back!"
"Can we take them on so soon after? I'm gonna need a lot more rocks..."
He smirks.
Turin calmly quaffs a strange potion he had made the night before with Carter's alchemy equipment...
And I forgot my use magic device roll for creating that potion=success
Moving carefully Jenya comes close. She nods to everyone but addresses Carter. Uh.. Carter? New look for you. What's this about Sebastien dying?
" 'ello people."
Kyras looks serious and, looking at the injured party.
"Seein as Sebastian is not wit you, i assume de worst 'ere. Sorry for de loss, sad news to 'ear of."
Carter had taken this form a few times at Freewater, assisting with construction and heavy lifting, but Jenya may not have seen him like this before if she's not a mingler.
"Um. Yes. We heard cries from the village there. We went to assist and found this boy." He indicates the boy he had dug out. "He's one of ours. In our rescue attempt, we were outmatched. Most of us barely escaped alive. Sebastian was not so lucky."
He looks down sadly.
White Eagle made sure that the logs were sufficiently secure to prevent raising any suspicions. it seems that he is probably the only one that manged to make it across and barely got wet. navigating the logs with the skilled expertise of a professional logger, huntsman, and tracker.
after a few minutes, Elangomat rejoins the group, having flown one more pass over the village then circling around to join White Eagle.
noticing the boy, White eagle approaches him. kneeling down to see him eye to eye, Are you the boy named Tig?
Fellows this "Sebastian" whatever he was to you is most assuredly dead, do not grieve for that which cannot be fixed... We still have a job to do, before we proceed against the lizards does anyone want something "special"? I can manufacture some potions or scrolls if time permits and you are willing to reimburse me for lost materials.
Raven nods to everyone. "Just want to get this over with.", she says, keeping a strong grip on Ravenclaw.
She looks them over. This was bad. Losing a member of your team is hard. Makes one doubt but they are just as determined to get the body back
"Let's do this right. What do you know of their camp? Numbers we can expect? Non combatants? Towers? Spell casters? I do not wish to go in blind. Speaking of blind. Should we wait till evening? I can drop a very deep darkness over some areas to cause confusion. If someone van cast silence it will be even better"
Oh the rotten lizards have a few spellcasters alright, I can manufacture the item your wanting but as I said previously I'll need reimbursement for the materials used. I ain't a charity.
After ensuring the boy is in fact Tig, the boy they were searching for, Chief White Eagle looks to Turin, I do not believe we have met.
Turin turns to the strange man who addressed him and speaks, his tone is neutral and blunt. Turin Baelor, you?
Zartana is a Drow, no mistaking that. Black skin, silver hair. She is dressed in fine clothing, not a dress, practical, but very fine. She is wearing what seems to be a mithral chain shirt. She is now holding a very ornate composite bow. Also draped across her shoulders is what seems to be a coat of white fur, if inspected one will see it is that of a worg
White Eagle is a large man, dressed in simple leathers definitely a man of nature, as well as a skilled warrior. armed with a ranseur, a longbow and a couple of tomahawks (hand axe)
I am Chief White Eagle, Shaman and healer of the Arcadian Nation. One of the founders of the new nation of Embermark
It's hard to tell the look upon Turin's face as the Chief speaks, his face you notice is like chiseled stone as he stands clad in well made studded black leathers. The white skin of his face seems to have taken on a granite like texture as if Turin were originally made of stone that was chiseled by a master stonemason.
You see the stock of a crossbow over his shoulder in addition to a pack as well...
Turin's tone is questioning and neutral, Embermark you say? Never heard of it but considering these are the Stolen Lands that ain't surprising. So what is this dominion like?
Sizing up the composed man is a brash looking young half-elf of average height(6ft 2"?). Green hair and yellow irises in black eyes. Standing in a traveler's outfit he usually wouldn't draw attention, were it not for the young woman next to him.
A young woman with green hair and a turqoise skin stands next to him.
Sharp claws and 2 crimson red wings are her main features.
"So, are you a smith? You sound proud when talking about crafting."
White Eagle tries not to laugh, you travel with this group now, and yet do not know of the new nation? they too are founders.
@Alanya, more then just a smith that I can assure you. I don't just make weapons and armor, potions and what you might term "scrolls" are well within my purview. In addition to many other items.
@white Eagle I heard of a barony but no other details, considering the fact that I am the leader of a bunch of Numerian refugees however I need to know what I am getting into...
Anton nods towards the newcomers, happy to see them joining.
"May the Old Deadeye bless you, mine friends. It's good to see you all.
for the rest he stays very silent, looking back to the island and whispering some prayers.
"We were more focused on the child's screams and preparing to fight, and so avoided the formal presentations when we met. We fought together, and in the last night... after the loss of Sebastien... nobody wanted to talk more.
Vengeance is not in mine soul, but I really want to rescue the remains of our ally, so we can properly bury them. As High Priest of Emmermark this is mine duty, and I think Raven will agree with this too."
Kyras looks sideways at Raven, refraining from comment to give her the space to do so first.
It is sad, to know one whom is a colleague in something big, be killed.
After hers,
"Were dere any dead wit'in deir own group? Or maybe some point in de defense dat is weak?"
"I suggest we use attrition. Piece by piece we move in. I will provide support from a back position. But do not get caught between them. We need to make sure our retreat is secure"
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"Well couldn't you, if retreat need be, set huts on fire with burning arrows?"
"I can. I just hope it works."
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To recall any historical battle tactics the group could benefit from.
To recall anything special about lizardfolk.
Jenya, Jenya Poole Jenya introduces herself to Turin. Best way to know about Emermark is to visit our capital Freewater. But that's for later.
Then she motions to the hostile enemy camp
I don't think they'll be expecting a larger group to hit them and that works for us. Chief and Elangomat have also scouted what the lizardfolk are doing in there so we'll know that too when we start our attack.
Zartana, can you cast your darkness spell on something like an arrow and hit them with it? We should be able to take out some of their archers or casters out of the fight that way.
What are their numbers like? I say we hit them either now to maintain surprise or at twilight to disorient them.
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@White Eagle Elangomat scouted the village again and reports that the lizardfolk do not appear ot have noticed the Worg Hunters crossing the river.
"Tig Tonnerson," says the young boy. He's holding Miyuki's fox around the chest as he stands there. He wipes his nose on his bare arm and reaches a hand out to shake White Eagle's. "Tig Tonnerson of Freewater Mister Eagle," he says.
@Kyras
Also there a Large blue wyvern. It appears to have been injured in the wings but is sitting there by Etienne, quietly rattling it's throat eyeing the newcomers.
Kyras' moment of absent mindedness over history ends.
"De least costly ay to beatin dem, would be a siege and starve dem. 'owever, i don't see us pullin up siege engines yet. Btw Alanya, given de condition of dose muddy pallisades, i'd reckon any 'ouses dey'd make wit would resist fire arrows."
"Anodder item, lizardfolk are mainly territorial and 'unger driven, non? Compare dem to little lizards, dey reduce deir activity to almost nottin durin cold season monts. Dat said, i'm takin waitin for dem to be cold and sleepy is not de most prefered option."
"Its one of my specialties, where the arrow hits, darkness, very dark darkness follows"
Raven, looking like the regal noble representative of Death herself, nods when Anton mentions her name. "The longer we wait, the longer they have to prepare for our coming. At the least, we need to recover Sébastien's body, at the most, crush them back to the swamp they came from."
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If we're going to move fast, the let's move fast Jenya says What'll we see in there? she asks the Dragon Hunters.
Know nature on lizards/people/lizard people.
Anton tries to focus his memories on what he knows about lizard people and historical events regarding them
Turin's tone is like Santa bringing the children gifts...if the children were gun nuts and Santa gave out AK-47s that is...
How many of you would like a "special gift"? If so bring out some ammunition for me to treat with my magic this won't be a battle, more like a slaughterhouse...
Turin calmly takes out several jars of ointment from his pack then and sets them upon a large rock at his feet...
Turin anoints the first batch of arrows presented to him with a special oil which he had just derived from the spear that had sunk into his shoulder the night before... As he finishes the anointment the arrows seem to glow faintly red, indeed it is the exact shade of lizardfolk blood...
Little blood colored dots crawl across the arrow points like fleas...