Just outside Celwynvian
Helt and Lener moves past a small group of forward scouts.
However, as the rest of the group moves through the forest, the wolven Grym snaps a branch and the elves fix on it.
Helt and Lener can see the elves are up about 20' in a tree, 30' behind their current position. There are three of them.
Didymus
Grym
Helt
Kitara
Lener
Saban
Zelic
Elven Scouts
Called it.
Focusing on the beast inside, Lener's form twists into that of a large bat, leathery wings sprouting from his arms.
Helt will make his way to the base of the closest tree.
Stealth
Just outside Celwynvian
It seems the elves have spotted you all already as you can clearly see Helt head back to the a tree moving as if gliding on air even over dead leaves! Standing half-way up the tree are three scouts.
Kitara sees that one is pulling a horn from his belt, if he blows that, this stealth mission will become an all out war...
There is no hesitation in Kitara. It's simple; they cannot be found out, so these Elves had no choice but death.
She flew, easily escaping the bound of gravity, and moved next to the Elf with the horn. If possible, she moves to be in a flanking position with the others that have moved into combat. And she strikes.
Anyone close enough to see barely sees her hands move; scarcely sees the blade leave it's sheathe and return, that is how quickly she draws and strike.
plus Bleed 4.
Just outside Celwynvian
Kitara leaps up into the tree and her blade slices the horn and then the elf wielding it in twain!
The elves in the tree drop their bows and draw their blades attacking her in a panic at what just took place!
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Despite their obvious skill with the blade, neither are able to strike the fast moving "drow".
"Oh Hell yeah!" Saban shouts when Kitara cleaves the sentry. As he stands, tendrils of pure darkness, noticeably darker than even the forest around them, burst from his body.
Kitara returns her curved blade to her sheathe, not even bothering to parry the fools in front of her. She merely moved, subtly, simply, and just enough to bring their weapons out of the path of her body.
She remained silent, drawing and striking again, quickly lashing out at one of the enemies in front of her.
and 2 negative levels.
With a jump and a flap of wings, the bat-like form of Lener pounces against the elf closest to the tree trunk, driving an impossibly strong punch against their chest.
"Well played, Sister..." Zelic whispers as Kitara slices the scout clean in half, and preserves their stealth.
As the others advance, he twirls his mace in his hand and watches for an opportune place to strike, before finally deciding on one and immediately vanishing, only to reappear, hovering in the air, opposite of Kitara. Without warning, he strikes silently, still blurring in and out of reality.
Just outside Celwynvian
For a moment, just a moment, it looked like the entire operation would be compromised. But not this operation and not this night.
Once the horn was cloven in two, the rest of the Shadows make short work of the elven sentries. No doubt there will be more as your group is still a mile out fro the city boundaries.
Kitara will, in one smooth motion, flick the blood from her blade and return it to her sheathe. Zelic can likely tell from Kitara's body language that she's annoyed; she'd wanted to play at being less skilled in combat than she was in front of these fools for a bit longer. She did not fully trust them...she was, after all, a Vampire. There were precious few she could fully trust.
Before one of the bodies can fall, Kitara will grab it. If it is still alive (or close enough to it for the blood to still be viable), Kitara will hit the presumably helpless creature with a Slam attack and feed. If that is not viable, she will instead allow the body to hit the ground.
Either way, afterward, she turns to the others.
"We must not tarry. Those of you that possess magic other than from our race, examine these bodies for any items of significance. I will check them for mundane items and then we must continue on our mission."
Saban pumps a fist into the air opens his mouth to shout again, but catches Lener's eyes and stops. "Uh, yes. To the city." He mumbles. His attempt at a stern face does little to hide his irritably childlike excitement.
"Might I suggest that you and the midget keep to the back? If it's not much trouble. Or we could just charge, fine by me too, but let's get on the same page, eh?"
Lener's form melts back to half-orcish, smoothing his spidersilk robe.
Just outside Celwynvian
Helt merely grunts in dismay. Lener knows that he wanted so desperately to hit something, whatever he hits next, it probably won't be pretty.
Kitara manages to feed a bit from one of the bodies before it goes cold but the blood is barely pumping so the flavor is not quite there.
Stealth
Zelic gives a 'Detect Psionics' once-over to the recently deceased, before falling back into position, silently.
Just outside Celwynvian
Stealth
Perceptions:
Grym
Helt
Kisara
Lener
Saban
Zelic
The group gains another half mile until Saban steps on several dry leaves. A rustle i the trees about 30' up and away reveals another group of elves! This time four.
All draw their bows to fire at Saban, unfortunately for them, they've tunnel vision and only eyes for him.
Kitara curses underneath her breath, but nowhere near loud enough to alert her hapless foes.
I really must begin instructing these fools in the art of killing.
Rather than lament their lack of silence, Kitara rushes forward from her own hiding place, striking out as she flies, swift as an arrow, to the nearest target.
The flash of movement in the trees as the elves draw their weapons catches Zelic's eye before they have a chance to loose, and he takes action, hoping to prevent the attack and give his fellows more time to dispatch the scouts.
He quickly channels a giant wave of terror and sends it out directly at the closest of the four treed elves, hoping to catch them off guard, and allowing the wave to continue on to wash over the others as well.
Next time I'm staying as a bat.
Lener sprints towards the foes, walking on the tree trunk as if it was a floor.
Pulling out his club Helt will run towards the base of the tree of the closet foe using fast stealth.
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Kitara, Helt, Lener, Saban, and Grym all move to within striking distance.
Zelic meanwhile utilizes the Way to disorient the Elven scouts.
Zelic's powers function as intended and the Elven sentries are stunned to inaction.
Kitara's blade cuts one deeply, but the elf is tough and retains his feet, even in the trees. He is not so tough though as to live through the strike delivered by Grym who finishes what his lovely companion started and the Elf, well what's left of him, falls to the ground below.
Helt runs up the tree and strikes with his club
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Damage:
Frustrated by the distance between himself and the elves, Saban draws his longbow and once again releases an explosion of shadowy tentacles.
Zelic watches the elves freeze as they struggle against his power. Pleased, he switches modes of attack, and follows Kitara into the fold. He shifts his stance before taking a step into nowhere and he disappears... reappearing next to his target. With a purposeful arc, he brings his mace down on the still-stunned elf:
Lener rushes to the furthest one, attempting to grasp him, but his fingers slip on the silky vests. With a frustrated snarl, he follows up with a thunderous slap.
Just outside Celwynvian
The Orcs bring down the elf despite his ability to slip through Lener's grasp, he too falls to the ground below.
Negative energy cascades from Saban as his shadowy tentacles spring to life of their own.
Zelic is able to strike the one that he claimed, his strike cowers the pathetic wretch. Still, his trembling fingers are able to draw his blade as he stares at your group clearly intimidated.
His voice trembles too much for the statement to carry much weight.
Kitara locks eyes with him, smiling charmingly.
"Oh, don't worry; we don't want to hurt you. And you don't want to hurt us. In fact, we're the best of friends. We're such good friends, that you're going to tell us who else is out here, where they are, their patrol routes and how to avoid them. After all, you wouldn't want us hurt, would you?"
Just outside Celwynvian
The elf tears his gaze away from you, "I think not foul drow!" He begins to scream, "Drow Invaders!!!"
"How nice." growls Lener, before viciously pummeling the elf.