"I'll find you," Grokar calls as he steps out from behind the tent and walks towards the larger tent. when he gets there he says his favorite phrase, and begins to grow.
He uses message to timidly say to Zevon "I don't like fire"
One of the hobgoblins realizes he is alone in his assault. He decides to join the others hiding behind tents.
Round 4
Grokar 40/40 Rhen 24/32 Zevon 29/30 Bulgard 39/39
Red, White
Grokar, Zevon
Yellow
Bulgard, Rhen <---------
Rhen presses on, moving to duck down behind the burning tent but not so close as to burn his precious beard.
Having no targets to fire at, Bulgard pushes through the muck and gets to dry land. There is no apparent movement from the hobgoblins that retreated behind tents.
Round 5
Grokar 40/40 Rhen 24/32 Zevon 29/30 Bulgard 39/39
Red, White
Grokar, Zevon <------------
Yellow
Bulgard, Rhen
Zevon laughs at the thought of his large companion recoiling at flame.
Fire is our friend.
He draws closer to the large central tent and presses an ear to the canvas.
You do not hear anything inside the tent. There are certainly no loud noises coming from inside.
Grokar lumbers through the camp trying to get snagged upnon any tent poles and gets ready for anything that may attack them readied action to swing if any enemy gets within 15 feet. He peers into the big tent and takes a swingif there is anything there. [ooc]Readied action if he doesn't see anything.
As Grokar peers into the tent, he is greeted with an arrow and two javelins. He sees two hobgoblin warriors and a rider on a large toad holding the bow that fired at him. Grokar swings at the nearest enemy and Becky does what she does best. The hobgoblin is obliterated.
The hobgoblin wearing yellow moves from behind the tent and throws a javelin at Grokar
Round 5 Map of Tent
Red, White
Grokar, Zevon
Rider, Green, Blue,Yellow
Bulgard, Rhen <--------------
Rhen rushes forward, hiding behind the North Eastern most tent.
Bulgard moves, looking for a target.
One of the hobgoblins behind the tent Rhen is at comes around and swings his longsword at the dwarf. The other sneaks around the opposite side of the tent and swings his longsword.
Rhen takes another 5 hp of damage (19/32)
Round 6 Map of Tent
Red, White
Grokar, Zevon <-------------
Rider, Green, Yellow
Bulgard, Rhen
Seeing Grokar recoil from attacks from within the tent, Zevon's hand instinctively moves to a vial of alchemist's fire. Remembering his companion's timidness around flame, he stops short. Scanning the battlefield for options, he sees Rhen in danger of being overwhelmed.
Zevon charges forward, the now familiar battle cry beginning to crystallize in his vocal chords. He chokes the spell back, realizing that there is no way to avoid hitting his friend (knowing he would never hear the end of it). He sends his whip towards Red's feet in an attempt to pull him to the ground.
Zevon brings the hobgoblin to the ground. Seeing the elf like creature approaching, the hobgoblin in yellow throws a javelin at Zevon.
Meanwhile, in the tent, Grokar has two more of his own to deal with. The hobgoblin warrior throws another javelin at him. The rider fires off another arrow.
Red, White
Grokar, Zevon
Rider, Green, Yellow
Bulgard, Rhen <------------
Grokar takes a step back and swings again
Rhen slides back and stabs downwards at the Hobgoblin on the ground.
Grokar's attack of opportunity kills the hobgoblin warrior. He misses the rider twice. Rhen kills the prone hobgoblin.
Bulgard moves and fires two shots at yellow.
Bulgard's arrows both miss their target. The hobgoblin Zevon tripped stands and walks right up to him, longsword in hand. The hobgoblin engaged with Rhen swings his longsword.
Round 7 Map of Tent
Grokar 40/40 Rhen 19/32 Zevon 29/30 Bulgard 39/39
Red, White
Grokar, Zevon <---------
Rider, Yellow
Bulgard, Rhen
Zevon gives the advancing bugbear a wicked grin and deftly slides back out of he reach. His lips curl into a sneer as he releases a battle cry that manifests as a cone of crystalline shards.
Red is killed, Yellow is injured
Is the rider still in the tent? if so Grokar will take a swing
and then take a step back
The rider is just out of reach. Grokar moves in and just manages to land a blow. The rider lets out a battle cry as he attempts to get his large clumsy toad inside this huge monster's reach.
As the toad moves in Grokar swings again.
Attack:
Damage:
As the toad moves in the rider drops his bow and swings his longsword.
The hobgoblin in yellow moves and throws a javelin at Zevon.
White
Grokar, Zevon
Rider, Yellow
Bulgard, Rhen <---------------
Rhen seeing one of his opponents move away and another move in smiles his gleeful dwarven smile. "Bad move laddie, now yer mine."
Rhen kills the hobgoblin.
Bulgard moves 10 ft north and fires two arrows at yellow.
The hobgoblin laughs as Bulgard's arrows miss him four times in a row.
Zevon begins towards the large tent, but as the hobgoblin taunts Bulgard it draws his attention.
They say, pride cometh before the FALL
The hobgoblin seems to shrug off that attack for the most part. His laughter does not continue.
Grokar takes a step back and roars in blood lust as he savagely swings Becky at the rider who got a little too close.
A few pieces of the rider remain scattered about. The bridled toad poses no threat.
Grokar notices a weapons rack containing 10 cold iron longswords and 5 suits of studded leather. In addition, a large wooden chest sits in the center of this mustering tent. There are two large tables with chairs surrounding them. Dirty dishes and bones litter the tables.
Round 8
Grokar 40/40 Rhen 19/32 Zevon 29/30 Bulgard 39/39
The hobgoblin throws a javelin at Zevon.
Yellow
Rhen, Bulgard, Grokar, Zevon <-------------
Rhen moves around the tent towards the remaining Hobgoblin.
"Hafta give ye credit, yer standing here showin' yer brass when your companions there be bleedin' out."
Grokar lets out a roar and charges the tent that the last remaining enemy is behind he swings wildly.
The hobgoblin growls at Rhen. Grokar attacks a tent. His swing removes the support stringer and part of the canvas. The tent falls to the ground. The hobgoblin's eyes grow wide as he can now see the huge half-orc in clear view.
Round 8
Yellow
Rhen, Grokar
Bulgard, Zevon <-------------
Zevon saunters up to the remaining for, his whip cracking with each step.
Take a knee wretched one. We have much to discuss.
The hobgoblin mumbles a curse in Goblin as he takes his hand off the hilt of his longsword and, as told, takes a knee. His eyes do not waiver from the intimidating elf.
You have had the ill fortune of running afoul of the Champions of Falcon's Hollow. The actions of your... recently deceased band have upset the peace on which those good people depend. Now I will give you a single opportunity to explain what it was you braggarts were doing to cause such a disruption and draw our ire.
Me know nothing of this Fakon Holler. Me Hellfire Militia. We fight and protect for anyone who pay us. Know nothing of this disrupt. We just do our job. Why you kill us, elf?
Grokar looks around and sees no other threats so he stows his Becky and draws his axe.
"Let me know if you want me to got off it's little head" He smiles and wipes away a bit of the rider that is stuck to his brow.
Hellfire Militia? We are seeking WingClipper, for he is at the heart of this fey unrest. If your militia has aligned yourself with him, you will share his fate. Is this WingClipper the one paying your wage? If so I ask again, what are you doing here? I assure you, your life depends on the information you are able to provide.
Zevon leans slightly to the side, allowing a clearer view of the bloodthirsty half-orc.
"Wingclippah do hire militia. He pays us good. He say cut down all trees and burn them. Let no one in and kill all feys. I never see him, just hear of him. They says he be best fighter ever. He stays there they tells me. I go now. Okay?" A finger points north. You can see portions of a structure through the smoke. It appears to be four or five stories. It is not that far away.
Zevon nods towards the others.
I'm done.
He turns, leaving the warrior in the care of his companions, and heads into the main tent. He takes a look at the chest.
The chest contains 1,325 cp, 650 sp, 425 gp, a ring of swimming, and three potions of bull’s strength.
"That was i-i-interesting. Why don't we tie him up, rest in one of these fine tents for the night, then have him lead us to WingClipper in the morning?
"Are ye tired laddy? We could go now, dun ye think that WingClipper will be sendin' more ta this camp later?"
It is 9:15 am.
Zevon emerges from the tent and hands the strength potions to his three companions.
Quite the haul in there. It should serve as quite the reward for our efforts. Also I ran across this ring. It's enchantment lends aid when in the water, for swimming and such. Is anyone particularly interested? As far as this WingClipper is concerned, a rest here may be waranted. It would allow me the opportunity to recover a bit. I should be ready just before dusk. However, I can push on if needed.
Bulgard looks up at the sun.
It's not as late as I had thought, but we could use some time to recharge
Bulgard looks to the structure in the distance and then turns his head toward the smoldering tents, and notes the pillow of smoke rising from the heap.
I think you're right, M-master dwarf. WingClipper will be coming here to scout any minute. Which b-begs the question, should we lay a trap for them here, or lay seige to their fortress?