Taps his weapon on the ground in agreement. It's weight vibrates the room.
- I'm a little worried about our expedition, if the blonde twice heard why I'm here, but still asked again. Bhahaha! Don't be angry, songbird! Let's get this argument over with. Aye! It all ends in a bloody massacre in the snow! And we all know who we're goin' to kill there, despite different views!
Tulgram raises his finger.
- About my God. Listen! He was sent to the worst place in the multiverse, but 'ere He knocked out the teeth of some demon lord and took his place. He is a great warrior, He did not break where others would tremble in horror. This is an example of what we are talking about right now! He has won his place in the Abyss and will win again in these snows of the North!
His voice, which has briefly become pompous and sublime, turns into a more habitual grumbling.
- Aye! I know how it happens! First they say, "heal us! protect us!" and then 'ey say "we don't need your God." Go to hell! I know ye and people like ye... - further his speech becomes absolutely unintelligible and is clearly addressed to the inner interlocutors and not to you.
"No need for sanctimony. I know your God. Ulfen, turned giant, who lost a fight to Baba Yaga. His story and mine are not so different."
"Everyone has a role to play in this mission. If your skill is healing, then we expect you to heal. If not, all your skills and special abilities should be made clear now so that we act like a trained unit instead of capricious buffoons. Me - I like to inspire greatness in battle, and swing Bloodyfury as soon as possible. She hums in battle... When in town, I'm good at loosening tongues or browbeating someone into acceptance. Not that it's working with you! He he he!"
- Good point. Maybe I should tell ye more about my faith... on occasion.
He looks at Goliath strangely and with much greater interest.
- Aye, Uthred! See 'at hammer? That's one half of my faith. It's called: "a strong man owns this world, and his strength is in war and rage!". See this? It's a bag of medicinal herbs and a sacred symbol 'at gives me strength. This is the second half of my faith, and it's called so: "strong men deserve the mercy to fight again, and young or sick men deserve to grow up (or be cured) and prove 'eir strength in battle later". Bah! More shortly. I can break faces with a hammer, and I can heal yer bones when my hammer wasn't everywhere to help. Arrgh! I can also do other sacred stuff as well - just ask what ye want!'
He looks around.
- And why are 'ere only four of us, counting the silent elf? Nadya said we would have more fighters!
"It is not that I hate the witches. The world needs balance- and where an evil witch prevents the land from advancing civilization it must have a counter. I am simply a tool of that countering."
His voice is formal, almost business like, but his deep blue eyes glow with a passion that is voice does not betray.
"Like a sword that is sharpened for a purpose, I have been shaped to counter magics- which or not. Some have employed me as an assassin. Others, as simply a threat. This time, the vault has asked me to wage a quiet war against those that have prevent Abadar's presence in these lands."
He looks over the others, with a discerning eye.
To the dwarf: "Healer is a sacred title. But, the power to bring either life and the power to bring death appear to both be yours. Your magics will be of great value on our journey.
To the redhaired human: [b]"You seem brash but loyal, and I sense in you a keen insight into how to encourage those around you to great feats. I rarely have the opportunity to fight along side those who have interest in their companions. Mercenaries and assassins rarely care for those whose paths they cross"
To the druid: "I have no quarrel with your magic. I seek only the downfall of these particular witches. Your ancestors show fierceness, which you also display. One does not earn the name Goliath by size alone. You have my respect, warrior"
"I have trained my whole life for the chill of winter, and my sword can pierce not just armor and flesh, but the very strands that hold magic together. Once I enter combat, magic slides off my person and my hide resists even the strongest of blows. A true counter-balance to the arcane. It does have its weakness though- as all magic is effected, both harmful and beneficial"
"Mind you, I carry several wands, and find value in magic before combat begins- but once my training has kicked in, even healing magics may fail"
A late arrival, Darmok comes in out of the cold. "I may never get used to that... island-bred, you know." He shivers, even through the armor and the layers of furs. The others being deep in conversation, he apologizes for interrupting. "This is the group to help Nadya, correct?"
"Yes. Welcome. Based on your entrance you are going to have the be the calm level headed on in the group. Are you up to the task?"
- Bah! And orc too! Blasted bloody circus! Do ye also like to swing axe in melee? Aye, Father Frost knows, it can be a little tight. Arrrgh!
"By the grace of her light and I shine under it, I am a servant of Iomedae. My name is Darmok of Averaka, and I like to think myself level headed at most times. I swing a longsword as is custom, not an axe, though if you have one you need instruction in I could well teach you how to swing such a weapon." There is no insult buried in the words, it is a genuine offer for aid. "I'm only half orc, as well. As were my parents. I come from a proud but brief line of half-orcs."
"Nice to meet you Darmok. Thank you for your help in this situation. Thank you for making the journey. You seemed to have handled to cold well. Be warned there will be a lot more cold moving forward. We have plenty of work head of us and not all of it can be done with a blade so I hope Iomedae will bless us."
She responds Thanks for the support, ya'll. Now listen up, my daughter has been captured, Thora and they are taking her to the pale tower.
As all the heroes travel on the road, and it is cold with very little food, up above they see ravens, lots of ravens, dozens of them, swirling around and grouping up.
Uthred, son of Uthred, blows a long note from his horn, and starts singing with a deep guttural voice!
The song quickens the blood, despite the long, slow notes...
- Ye think ‘at birds goin’ to attack us? Why? Maybe it’s an ill omen, no more.
Before he started singing Uthred yelled, "Eyes of the witches! Strike true! Strike fast!!"
- I prefer more humanoid enemies, but for the first time I'll be satisfied with 'is! Aye! Deathless Frost! Give me yer strength and breakin' might!
"Let's see how we do."
Goliath will ready a Flaming sphere for when they come in melee range.
At the sight of the ravens, Halros fumbles out a knobby wooden wand, tapping himself with it. A bluish chill washes over this chest and projects forward into the area in front of Halros.
AC 26, touch 20, flat-footed 17
hp 79
Fort +10, Ref +13, Will +6;
DR 4/—
Speed 60 ft.
Melee with PA(-3/+6)
+1 agile adamantine elven curve blade +15/+15/+10 (1d10+18/18-20)
nature: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
+4 if in service of Irresen
Darmok looks on and steps away from his companions, shield raised. "I'm not certain I can do much about that many of them. I did not bring the right supplies for it."
The skald keeps singing loudly, but he definitely appears angry at seeing all the warriors cower instead of charging into battle!
Everyone prepares for the crows. They are 90 feet above you all in the air
Map is up, slide number 6
There isn't. My brain farted.
[*dice=Goliath ] 1d20 + 3 [/dice]
[*dice=Initiative.Uthred]1d20+1[/dice]
[*dice=Darmok]1d20+2[/dice]
[*dice=Halros, NO rage]1d20+8[/dice] [*ooc]+2 if active rage[/ooc]
Alright, so the ravens go first.
They swarm down to attack Goliath and Uthred and they fly back up 20 feet. They each take
All heroes are up
Also heroes also get aoos as they fly away.
Goliath gets an attack of oppertunity on the swarm with a Lucern hammer.
Goliath will take a single attack on his turn.
Then after 5ft stepping a move the flaming sphere into the square with the swarm.
DC 15 ref for x 1.5
Uthred gets an attack of oppertunity on the swarm with his axe.
Uthred maintain inspired rage and takes a full attack on his turn.
Seeing the swarm descend on the others, Halros steps back from the swarms. He draws the bow from his back and knocks a blunt arrow. Aiming it up at the sky, he shots towards the western crows.
- Damn birds!
Heroes manage to take out the swarms quickly with massive swing putting tons of dead ravens everywhere.
They continue on traveling and then they rest for the night. Heroes get up in the morning, have breakfast or whatever they do, put on their armor.
gremlins
Darmok
Halros
Goliath
Uthred
Tolgram
During breakfast:
"Gremlins in the trees!! to arms!!"
MOVE ACTION: Inspired Rage (+4 morale bonus to STR & CON, +3 morale bonus to Will Saves. Rage Powers: Lesser Elemental Blood - +1d6 electricity dmg on melee attacks for 3 rounds; Raging Grappler)
STANDARD ACTION: Haste (+1 atk, AC, Ref save, EXTRA ATTACK, speed +30ft.)
- What are ye sayin', blonde, redhead... Dammit all!... Uthred! Aye, I understand, more carnage! More blood in these snows! In the name of Deathless Frost! Arggh!
It is strange that with such fury and anger this dwarf became a priest and not a berserker...
"Gremlins do you serve the White Queen?"
Halros feels the magical energies of Uthred flow through him. The world seems to slow around him and his training takes over his conscious thought.
I remember the great struggle of learning to suppressing my anger- of harnessing only those things that were of value to me and releasing the rest- the sharpening of my soul
They move out of the trees and attack the goliath
+6 to hit for each.
And they hit once and crit once on Goliath with their mini short swords
All heroes are up
Uthred maintain inspired rage and takes a full attack on his turn.
===================>> CONFIRM CRIT:
- Bahahaha! Better 'en birds!
Obviously he enjoys the sight of blood on his own hammer.
As the creature approaches Goliath takes two attacks of opportunity.
If a second passes within his reach he takes another 2 attacks.
Goliaths turn:
5ft step
Assuming one of the above attack hits. Pushing assault breaks the charge and keeps the creature away from Goliath. Goliath follows up with a full round attack.
Saber then attacks.
Halros steps one space forward and in a blur of movement assaults the gremlin with his Elven curved blade over and over again.
Init +10
AC 24, touch 22, flat-footed 13
hp 79
Fort +10, Ref +15, Will +6;
DR 4/—
Speed 60 ft.
Melee with PA(-3/+6[9])
+1 agile adamantine elven curve blade +17/+17/+12 (1d10+20/18-20)
BAB (8)+ Dex (10) + Enchantment (1) + Haste (1) - 3 (PA) = 17
Dex (10) + PA (6x1.5=9) + Enchantment (1) = 20