Round 1: Troll's turn
Watching the large troll within the light of the various hooded lanterns, you see some of its wounds have knitted over. All the damage Nooria's fire did to it remains.
The angered troll takes a 5 ft step closer to the party of four and swinging her club strikes out at the larger man - Thorongil, who had injured her with his bow, and follows up with a bite attack on Thorongil and a claw attack on Letswalo.
The club and bite hit the Northman hard and Thorongil incurs 19 pts of damage. I think that brings him to 0 HP and is disabled. The Claw Attack hits Letswalo for 4 pts of damage.
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Round 2
Nooria, seeing the injury caused to her two male companions, takes her holy symbol in hand and beseeching Sarenrae's eternal grace and light channels the divine energy to heal the wounds of her allies; leaving the troll without her healing succour.
Nooria calls out: "Get back away from it, now!"
Calling to the townspeople covering in the shadows of their doorways and alleys, "Let us burn this creature together! It's the only way to make it flee from town! Aid us!"
She draws a flask of acid as a move action and holds it in her off hand as a precautionary/secondary weapon.
One of the younger Abadaran priestesses, Galena, comes out from the nearest doorway, where she had been doing healing work, and, lifting her holy symbol in the air calls upon Abadar, releasing a wave of healing energy toward Thorongil; choosing to exclude the troll.
"It is the last of my channels this day. It is all I can do. May the gods be with you."
There are other murmurs coming from the local folk hiding from the troll. It seems Nooria's words may have had some effect on the people of Pridon's Hearth.
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Letswalo, seeing that he is in close proximity of the troll, takes a Five Foot Step back to avoid the AoO, and pulls out his Alchemist Fire and flings it at the troll -
Letswalo calls out to the Halfling in the Halfling's Language -
"If the Northman shoots his bow, take his flasks from him and throw them!" he says, referring to Thorongil's Acid Flasks and Alchemist Flasks.
Thorongil also takes a five foot step back to stand aside Letswalo and out of the range of the Troll.
He calls out to the Halfling –
”Do as he says; take the flasks!” then he lifts his bow and shoots at the troll, praying for luck and that the townsfolk would be safe…
Letswalo's aim is true and the troll takes 4 pts of fire damage (with a possible, further 1d6 fire damage next round).
Thorongil's lets a new arrow fly and it strikes the troll, hurting it for 3 pts of damage.
Round 2: Muhdzuzi
The Halfling steps 5 ft to stand behind Thorongil and removes the flask of Alchemist's Fire from the pouch around Thorongil's waist.
He chooses to target one of the troll's legs (at G:7), aims and hurls it at the troll as a splash weapon.
He is successful and the troll takes 2 pts of fire damage.
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Round 2: Troll!
Some of the trolls wounds knit over, as previously; but not the damage done by fire.
Being assailed by the fire, the troll attempts to put out the magical fire as a full round action.
, alas has trouble putting the flames out and will take the additional fire damage on its turn in the next round.
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Start of Round 3 and the PCs are up!
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Just as it appears as no other local person will step up, a person suddenly does!
Round 3 : Local townsperson, druidess
A woman with long flowing green hair steps out from the shadows of the herbalist shopfront just behind Nooria. She begins to quietly cast and a magical, sticky ball of tar appears in her hand and she hurls it at the troll's chest.
and the ball hits the female troll squarely in the chest, splashing her with sticking, burning tar.
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Round 3: Nooria's action
Seeing Thorongil is still gravely injured, Nooria moves carefully around (15 ft) to stand to the back and side of the Northman and laying her hand on his arm, she defensively casts CLW.
The healing is so powerful that Thorongil is returned to full hit points.
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Letswalo, seeing the danger of the troll and steps back, lifting his voice to inspire the others to aid him...
"My friends; please, come to our aid, we are in dire need as the troll lives we are all in peril" he calls, hoping to rally more of the town to aid him.
Thorongil steps back a piece raises his bow and fires again...
Letswalo had almost forgotten the knife in his boot. Now, in a flash, he reaches for the knife and throws it at the beast!
Round 3
Muhdzuzi loads a new bullet into his sling and swinging it, aims at the troll.
However, the bullet slips from the pocket and falls to the ground.
Just then Eira rounds the corner, crossbow loaded and pointed and she fires at the troll threatening her allies.
and her bolt goes tragically askew.
Some other folk from the crowd, encouraged by Nooria and Letswalo, have grabbed makeshift weapons - pitchforks , shovels and so forth and begin to move toward the troll from behind the small group of agents; ready to jump in if the agents fail.
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Round 3: Troll
The troll issues another roar of pain as her flesh burns. Before she can do anything, the effects of the alchemist's fires and tar ball continue to do more fire damage to the troll, and she takes a further 10 pts of fire damage. However the weapon damage is healed somewhat by the fast healing/regenerative ability of the troll.
With her green hide continuing to burn and having no recourse to soothe the acute pain, the female troll roars,
picks up the food and loot she's already taken and retreats down the street toward the wall. You see her throw the bag over and then climb up and over with some ease due to her stature, even injured as she is. For those on higher ground, they can see the troll retreating back into the dark jungles from where she had come.
The allies looked toward the mess the intruding troll had perpetrated in the short time she had entered Pridon's Hearth - three shops were smashed - windows, doors, eaves and two small wooden, makeshift houses now slanting and looking too dangerous to reside within.
Letswalo exhales heavily. He hadn't realised how tense he had been.
He looks at the spot where the troll escaped into the jungle, and then turns to Thorongil.
"How about we help here? The sheriff can wait."
Thorongil watches the troll lumber off.
All the instinctive hatred of his people for both troll and the fell giants of the northern wastes is evident in his eyes as he watches the troll, his bow loose in his hands.
It would be easy to leave the troll to amble a bit and then follow at a discreet distance, firing arrow after arrow into it at range.
However, he realizes that there are wounded and he shakes his head, trying to clear it.
"Let as us see to the wounded," he growls as he slings his bow and strides up to those who have suffered.
As the dark, overcast clouds shroud his grim features he lifts his hand with a brisk wave and mutters something and suddenly a burst of strange, fey lights explode into the darkness and twist and wreathe about in a gentle flight where he directs them as he strides forward to those who have been injured.
Thorongil stares at the situation around him.
His mind is clearly distracted, but this is the goal he has before him and it would be wrong to proceed with other tasks until this has been accomplished.
He glances at the Letswalo.
"We must first ascertain who is wounded; of them, we must decide who requires healing first."
Then he turns and strides to those who have helped him.
"My apologies; you have helped us in this conflict and I should have thanked you sooner," he says with a bow.
"There are folk who may need aid; can you help us discover who they are that require that aid and let us do what we can to help them?" he adds.
He will then move to the people and do what he can to find who needs the most healing first -
Once the wounded have been taken care of he will do what he can to repair the damaged buildings.
He does what he can to attempt a Craft: Carpentry Check to fix the damage if he can-
He will also attempt to ascertain any other damage that may have occurred using what knowledge he has with Engineering -
Eira moved to the two priestesses and druidess congregated around the bakery and together they began moving the wounded and dead to the Countinghouse. Nooria thanked the women for their courage and aid against the troll.
Thorongil moved among the scattered bodies of the fallen, determining the extent of injuries and separating the still breathing from the dead. His magical bobbing lights helped him see amid the consistent rainfall. Then together with Letswalo and Muhdzuzi they helped clear the debris from the broken homes and shops and assisted the locals in sealing broken openings with tarp cloth and ropes. Least there would be no dangerous, flying debris and the ruined shops and homes would not suffer further damage from the effects of the storm.
The clean-up after the troll's rampage took around an hour and the rain began to fall harder.
Once the party was done in this quarter of the town, they took their leave and made there way back to Stone Hall and Sheriff Adaela to report in - including the scuffle with the troll.
Once the party was done in this quarter of the town, they took their leave and made there way back to Stone Hall and Sheriff Adaela to report in - including the scuffle with the troll.
Thorongil strides into the room in front of the desk that Adaela is sitting in; the rain dripping heavily off his weather-stained cloak.
"There was a troll in the town," he says without preamble.
"It was wounded heavily and driven away."
"Those who it hurt have been tended to; some of the citizens were killed by the troll. I do not have the names or descriptions of the deceased at this time, but it can be brought it if it is needed."
He pauses a moment, then continues.
"The buildings and streets have been made as secure as we are able to make them and we have evacuated the citizens to safer places as best as we could as well as transshipping supplies to safer areas."
He considers mentioning the near riot between citizens that he was able to break up, but decides against it. Informing a person of troubles that might have happened seems like an unneeded redundancy.
"Was there anything else?" he asks her then waits politely for an answer.
Sheriff Adaela looked up from the table upon your arrival and listened to your report. "You've been busy, I see, and productive. Well done. There is still an issue in Island Town. Two of their citizens firmly refuse to budge from their homes. I will not have it. They must be convinced to retreat to the safety of the town proper. I'll give you information on both and the location of their homes to make the job easier in some way. Listen closely..."
Adeala begins telling you about each man. First person is Amal Rashid, who lived with his mother until three summers ago when she passed away. His refusal to depart his home stems from severe agoraphobia - a deep fear of crowds and open spaces - and the thought of living in a a communal shelter on the mainland horrifies him. Second person is Maso Pareto, a true eccentric. He maintains a constant growing stable of house cats from all across the Inner Sea. All but one of the cats has been safely transferred to sturdier lodgings at the Countinghouse. He won't leave until he's found his last, precious cat. You're given addresses of both men and told to do what it takes to bring each man and the cat safely to shelter.
"Once you've brought the stragglers in, report back to me. Thank you," and by her tone you know you've been dismissed; especially evident when she turns to one of her deputies and begins a heated argument with him over barricades.
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Sheriff Adaela looked up from the table upon your arrival and listened to your report. "You've been busy, I see, and productive. Well done. There is still an issue in Island Town. Two of their citizens firmly refuse to budge from their homes. I will not have it. They must be convinced to retreat to the safety of the town proper. I'll give you information on both and the location of their homes to make the job easier in some way. Listen closely..."
It takes all the long years of his life living in the stoic northlands were life was bleak and emotions safest if guarded, to keep the shock from his face.
If a man seeks death then who are we to stand in their way? These men would rather die than leave the homes that they have built; I do not fault them for that - yet now we must force them to go?
Yet these southern folk have different values, and I have promised to aid them...
He inhales slowly and he nods.
"Very well," he says.
He then leaves with Letswalo and their Halfling friend and elect to go to Amal's house first.
Once they arrive they attempt to encourage him to come with them.
Thorongil greets the man.
"Greetings my friend; I and my comrade come from the Sheriff of your fine town. We are here not to take you from your home and the place you would remain in; rather, we come to offer you aid."
"We understand that you do not wish to leave your home to travel, I honor and respect that; but we see you as a comrade and will be like allies to you, aiding you as we can."
"He is right, good sir; we come here only to ensure your safety and comfort, we come as friends," he adds.
Thorongil studies the man intently as he speaks with him.
"Do not fear my friend, we will aid you as we can," he says, studying the man.
He gambles that the man may not wish to leave, but he is convinced that he will not change his mind at all unless he believes that the people who ask him are truly his friends.
He does not want to force the man, instead, he wants the man to know that they will try to help him leave his home in the way he can feel safe and comfortable.
He is not attempting to fool the man; he fully understands the need of the man to feel safe - but he also believes that the man is more likely to leave if he trusts that Thorongil and Letswalo come as friends.
Yet he does not fully know if he is calming the man or worrying him more, and so he studies him carefully for further clues.
Letswalo looks at the man and then rubs his chin as he looks, gauging the man's face and eyes in an effort to aid Thorongil Sensing the man's motivation.
Amal Rashid opened the front door just a fraction and peered out; not pleased with the intrusion at this time of night during a bad storm. He saw three people on his doorstep and instantly became agitated (the man appears on edge for some reason). He would have shut the door immediately had it not been for the steady words of the two agents of the Sheriff. Amal warily eyed the silent Halfling in their midst, but did not comment on it.
He then opened the door a little wider and invited the three of you inside and out of the rain.
Sitting down on some threadbare and mismatched chairs, Amal continued to stand back from you, by the doorway leading into the foyer and out through the front door (for a ready escape, if need be).
"I understand your concerns, but I am fine and safe here, as you can see. If you leave me in my home, I'll give you my life savings - all five hundred gold pieces I've put aside for a cobblers shop. What say you? Will you return to the town proper and leave me in peace?"
We could take the money. We could leave him here, and then take the money if he has perished. But...no. I don't need gold that badly.
Letswalo puts on his softest tone, and speaks.
"These walls may keep you safe, but they may not. Outside is uncertain, but as Thorongil says, we would be as allies to you. We are both very capable men, and would see no harm come to you. After all, we will have need of good shoes if this is the weather to expect! So what say you, Rashid? Will you come with us to a safer place?"
The promise of safety, and a little humour to crack the ice. Perhaps it will help.
Thorongil glances at Letswalo and then back at the man.
"My friend; we do not wish your money, but rather, we come to you because we are worried for your safety."
"Yet I know well the difficulties of leaving where you feel safe; rest assured, then, that we shall do all we can to make sure wherever you travel to will be a place you feel safe. Alone, private and kept free from anyone who may trouble you," he says.
"No one will bother you in the shelter we take to you, please believe me that we worry about you and merely wish that you can be safe."
Amal considered both men's words carefully; his fear of venturing outside beating at his mind against the idea of falling prey to the rising waves and waters due to the oncoming storm. He rubbed at his stubbled chin nervously before replying quietly, "If I go with you, you promise I will remain on my own - no people to confuse me? If this is so, I will come but only until the storm has passed. Then I leave and return to my home."
Amal moved about the small cottage, collecting a few of his belongings; eyeing the door from time to time; his anxiety growing. When it was time to leave, he stood upon the threshold, watching the slanting rain through the open door with eyes wide and troubled. On his third attempt across the threshold, Thorongil and Letswalo guided him over and then with the man between them and Muhdzuzi travelling just behind, lest Amal made a run for it, escorted him to Stone Hall and settled him in a small room for one; whose door Amal locked resoundingly behind them upon their departure.
Not pleased with venturing out in the rain so soon again, the party of three moved back out toward Island Town and the next straggler, the eccentric Maso Pareto, and his missing cat. Upon reaching the location of his shack, you hear something just up ahead before you note the lone, hooded figure, "Delour, come kitty, you'll be safe from the storm inside the house. Delour? Delour?! Stop bein' so stubborn! I've got a nice sardine for you."
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Amal considered both men's words carefully; his fear of venturing outside beating at his mind against the idea of falling prey to the rising waves and waters due to the oncoming storm. He rubbed at his stubbled chin nervously before replying quietly, "If I go with you, you promise I will remain on my own - no people to confuse me? If this is so, I will come but only until the storm has passed. Then I leave and return to my home."
"We shall do our best to make sure you are not troubled by such things," he says sincerely, then aids the man in collecting his gear.
Then, after that matter is settled, he attempts to move forward and find the other man.
"Delour, come kitty, you'll be safe from the storm inside the house. Delour? Delour?! Stop bein' so stubborn! I've got a nice sardine for you."
Thorongil feels the creeping drag of weariness on him; they have traveled long today, and worked hard besides.
Seeking to save citizens of a community that do not wish saving rankled his sense of independence, even so, he yet feels bound to a sense of duty to the sheriff and calls out to the man.
"Master Pareto - good sir; we come in earnest to aid you from the trials of the storm," he says in a loud voice.
"We know you fear for your friend," he says referring to the cat "but if you leave for safety now we promise to find your beast and return it to you," he says with sincerity.
Alone? I'm sure we can find a room for the man.
Letswalo keeps quiet for now.
At least until Pareto is in front of him.
"Master Pareto, your cat has likely sought shelter from the storm. Cats are sensible like that. You should do likewise, and we are willing to help."
Maso looked up at the two vocal men and glanced at the silent, smaller one behind them; his face slick from the rain and his eyes watching them somewhat warily for they were unknown to him. Yet, a neighbour was a neighbour and his features relaxed a little upon hearing their offer.
"No, Delour is the stubborn one and he is afraid of storms. He isn't in this part of Island Town for I have searched for the past hour. He must be found. Must! If I leave for the safety of the walled town, you must find him. You must! He is precious to me and a promise is a promise. If you find my cat, I shall give you a pearl for your troubles. Bring him to me. My poor child - Delour, Delour where can you be?!" The eccentric man shook his head in a distraught manner; yet if they solemnly promised to find and bring the cat to him, he would go to safety without any further trouble.
Wiping the rain from his eyes, Maso Pareto turned toward the direction of the bridge connecting to the mainland and with hooded lantern in hand, he began to make his way to the town proper - calling his cat's name as he shuffled through the darkness and rain, "Delour, Delour, come my child, come!"
Thorongil waves his hands and calls the magic words and summons lights with his spell Dancing Lights to aid them in the search.
Then he begins -
After Pareto's incredible speech, Letswalo turns to Thorongil to see if the northman's face reflects his own disbelief at Pareto's singular focus - and high reward.
And then he takes to the task, with Thorongil's magic lighting the way.
For a pearl, seeking a cat is no onerous task!
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As the three of you move along the muddy, unpaved streets and alleyways of Island Town, Thorongil's dancing light orbs bob ahead of you to provide much needed light in such a dreary and wet night. You continue walking and searching, any tracks obscured or washed away by the steady rainfall; yet you surmise the cat would likely attempt to find a dry place to rest in the storm.
When you reach the western edge of Island Town, you manage to hear, over the sound of the gathering storm, a faint *meowing* coming from the direction of the makeshift barricade erected to keep the river water from flooding nearby streets. As you carefully move toward the hastily constructed structure, you note an upturned carriage lying on its side, forming part of the barricade. The *meowing* sound has become a desperate "howl" and is coming from somewhere within the closed carriage. The silly cat may have wandered into the carriage and became trapped when the Islanders turned it on its side and used the carriage to reinforce the barricade.
The dancing light orbs move over the facing window of the carriage, shedding light into its dark interior. Suddenly, something furry jumps up onto the glass, body splayed, eyes wild, ears pointed, clawing at the smooth surface before falling away into the dark shadows within.
You push along the barricade from the riverside, hoping to steadily weaken it in an effort to find a way into the upended carriage. You find yourself standing in knee deep water in the endeavour.
"Let me try first. I'd rather not have the cat showered in glass shards."
Letswalo tries to remove the glass carefully, without having to shatter it and endanger the trapped feline. To this end, he draws out tools. Tools suitable for safely - and quietly - bypassing barriers.
Thorongil seems both shocked and awed that the villagers would use glass in a carriage, but then shakes his head.
"In the north only the most wealthy could afford glass; for a moment I forgotten that in these southern climes that such things are far easier to gain," he says in response.
As he waits for Letswalo to work he peers through the glass and searches for the cat with his eyes, ordering one of the Dancing Lights close to the cat.
As soon as he spies the cat he reaches through the glass using the spell Mage Hand to cup the cats body and lift it from the water up toward Letswalo so as to aid the cat from drowning in the water.
Being that he himself cannot disable devices he waits patiently for Letswalo to work.
The small pane of glass set in the door of the carriage gave way under Letswalo's expert working with his tools. The glass was removed with no breaks or cracks. Thorongil's wispy light orb hovered deeper into the confines of the upturned carriage and they could see the cat, clawing and hanging to the cloth/cushion set against the door facing the sky. The magic employed by Thorongil to grasp and remove the cat made it *hiss* and squirm as it attempted to free itself from the grip. The cat was unsuccessful and the magic swiftly produced the naughty feline from the open window and placed it down onto the carriage frame (out of the water). Delour then jumped and began clutching and tugging with his claws at the Northman's pants; meowing and seemingly begging for offerings of food.
Against the sounds of the storm around you, you can hear a faint banging sound coming from the other side of the makeshift barricade - like something is pushing along the barrier. Suddenly something leaps up over the barricade toward you!
Delour then jumped and began clutching and tugging with his claws at the Northman's pants; meowing and seemingly begging for offerings of food.
Thorongil smiles down at the needy cat and rubs it gently on the back of its head and around its ears and the offers it a few bits of jerky to chew on, having no other snacks to offer it.
Seeing something leap over the barricade he calls out -
"Look out!"
Pleased at his work, and amused by the cat's antics with Thorongil, Letswalo springs to action at Thorongil's warning, drawing his rapier!
Round 1
The creature leaping over the barrier slams into Letswalo.
Hitting him hard in the chest and injuring him for 5 pts of damage.
As soon as the creature attacked Letswalo, Delour, the cat, took fright, and jumped back into the carriage, to hide, away from harm.
As soon as the creature attacked Letswalo, Delour, the cat, took fright, and jumped back into the carriage, to hide, away from harm.
Thorongil studies the creature and attempts to gauge what it may be...
Thorongil lets out a growl and draws his rapier and attacks.
"Ware, my friend, this thing is an elemental being from the waves, be cautious," he calls out to his allies.
Aggrieved by the elemental's strike, Letswalo drives his cold iron blade at its centre!
Round 1: Muhdzuzi
The Halfling moved down 10ft as he loaded a bullet into his slung. He swung and aimed at the elemental.
Letswalo and Muhdzuzi succeed in their attacks and the water elemental takes another 4 pts damage. It's still standing.
Beginning of Round 2: Tainted Water Elemental
The elemental angrily slams into Thorongil this time.
And hits him hard in the chest for 10 pts of damage.
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Wincing in sympathy at seeing Thorongil struck so hard, Letswalo stabs at the thing's back (?).
Letswalo's rapier struck true, yet the blade slid off without inflicting a true wound on the Elemental; only grazing its form instead of piercing it.
Damning the pain that lances through him, Thorongil thrusts again.
"Get out of the water; the thing is more powerful in it," he says, his knowledge of the Planes hopefully lending him some cunning with when dealing with such a threat...
With Thorongil's last, powerful strike with rapier, the tainted water elemental is downed; discorporating and returning to its rightful plane.
Thorongil turns to Letswalo and the Halfling, guessing that the Halfling, having been raised in the wilderness, may have more experience in discovering cats.
"Muhdzuzi, my friend - please see if you can discover the cat," he says in the Halfling tongue.
He turns to Letswalo.
"Come; we must check to make sure there are no further threats..." he adds.
Thorongil will have the Dancing Lights spread around them. He moves to the barrier to make sure there are no other issues before leaving.
Letswalo takes a moment to also glance around, not keen on a fight like the last.
In his native tongue, Muhdzuzi replied, "I do not like cats. It went inside the carriage when the creature attacked. That's where you'll find it." The Halfling did not move closer except to peer through the small window, using the bobbing light with which to see into its dark interior. Persistent *meowing* could be heard from within.
Thorongil looked about the barrier, but he could see nothing of interest and the previous banging could no longer be heard. Letswalo keenly glanced along the barricade's length and was satisfied that there was no other hidden threat lurking in the knee-deep water. Both men could hear the unhappy cat inside the carriage.
Letswalo walks over to the carriage.
He whispers into the empty windowpane@
"Delour, come out."
Thorongil stands by the carriage, waiting to see how Letswalo's success would turn out, his eyes on the water to make sure there is no further threats...
The sharp *meowing* stopped and after a moment of silence, Delour poked his heard through the carriage window and stared at Letswalo with large, bright green eyes. Then the cat hopped out and onto the door and then with swishing tail jumped up onto Letswalo's shoulder and settled himself; perching contentedly; using his paws to clean his face; even though the rain continued to fall heavily on him.
As Letswalo was retrieving the cat, Thorongil continued searching the makeshift barricade and surrounding waters for any signs of threat. He could see none; but believed it was best that they move out of the water and away from the barricade. Perhaps the frantic elemental was there by chance because of the storm - there was no way of telling at the present time. It is at this very moment that the storm you have been fearing and preparing for makes landfall and the heavens break open; successive cracks of lightning echoing across the settlement.
As you swiftly move to return the cat to its owner, Maso Pareto, you see the eccentric man on the bridge and he waves to you. "You found him. Oh my boy! My boy!" he calls over the loud thunder and lightning. He takes possession of the cat and kisses it. Maso fusses with the cat's collar and removes something before extending his hand to you, "The pearl as I promised you. Thank you for rescuing my cat."
It was then that Nooria was crossing the bridge and she came up behind Maso Pareto. "Mister Pareto, it is best that you and your cat return to Stone Hall this moment. The storm has hit and it is dangerous to be out in it. Please." The man nodded and thanked the trio again for rescuing Delour and holding the cat firmly made his way back across the bridge and back up to the walled Pridon's Hearth and beyond toward Stone Hall.
Nooria greeted the trio, the rain hitting her face, "The lightning has been striking down near the northern barricades of Island Town. They have been coming every few minutes, hitting in the same spot and the town advisors have deemed them unnatural. The Sheriff left to investigate, but has failed to return and the lightning strikes have become more frequent. We have been sent to investigate. It appears something has happened to the Sheriff."
Then looking at Thorongil and Letswalo, she noted their respective injuries, "What has happened? You are injured." Raising her holy symbol, she swiftly called upon Sarenrae's grace even as the thunder boomed all around them. A wave of healing energy burst forth, encompassing both men,
Seeing that Thorongil's wounds were not all healed, Nooria released a second wave of healing energy,
They knitted most, yet some remained.
"That's better. We cannot help Adaela if we are seriously injured. Come, we must go now."
Letswalo, despite himself, smiles a little at the antics of the cat.
And smiles a little more when he realises what the pearl is.
"It was a worthwhile deed, Pareto. Now, please, off with you both to safety."
After Nooria's explanation and healing magic, Letswalo nods.
"Then let us go swiftly. This lightning strikes all too often."
After Nooria's explanation and healing magic, Letswalo nods.
"Then let us go swiftly. This lightning strikes all too often."
Thorongil studies the lightning with a frown but he nods.
"Very well, let us away," he says with a grim voice as he loosens his sword in the sheathe and heads out.
As the party of four, Thorongil, Letswalo, Nooria and Muhdzuzi, made their way swiftly down to the main/northern barricades of Island Town, the storm which had recently made landfall erupted into loud, consecutive cracks of thunder; shaking the settlement in the ferocity/power of their strike.
As the party gaze upon the barricade in the short distance, a bright flash of lightning just beyond it reveals a solitary figure atop the barricade. A hooded creature with green scaly skin, a short snout filled with razor sharp teeth, clawed hands and feet, and, a thick alligator-like tail. The belt around its waist is lined with the severed heads of militia - most likely the missing heads of the soldiers from Fort Breakthrough. Their faces appear pruned by water and contorted in horrified expressions. The creature seems to be mumbling something in a strange tongue, barely audible over the raging elements - the words seemingly agitating the storm around it, bringing down lightning bolt after lighting bolt and harder rain.
Before the barricade (which is made up of large stones, wooden crates, bags of sand, overturned machinery etc), standing on the ground, are three armed, guard-like figures - of similar features as the one atop the barricade. One is attempting to break through the barricade - striking at the place between the stones and wood near the base. The other two stand ready to protect and fight. By the base of the barricade you see a prone, bloodied figure, with closed eyes. You recognise this person as Sheriff Adaela. She is motionless/still and you do not know if she is dead or merely unconscious.
The *boom* of thunder echoes from the barricade down the makeshift road toward your party. Lightning once again criss-crosses the skies above and behind the lone figure standing on the barricade.