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With smoke still curling around his head from his last salvo and the trolls fireball, Slaine pats out a small flame that still burns on the edge of his leather duster. He hollers above the din of battle. Now ye got 'em boys! Keep 'er up and les take care 'o this troll feller 'afore he alights 'agin. Yee-haw!
With that, taking the extra movement from Blessing of Fervor, Slaine dives into the magical tree portal and pops up right next to the troll. He ducks and rolls to try and avoid its reach and then spins and unloads 2 barrels of Lawful fury on the creature. Unfortunately, the blessing of the Holy Light is no longer with him and he squints to see his target in the dim light.
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A nearby Pathfinder bard's song rises high above the battle sound all around you, it lifts your spirits!
Slaine arrives near the troll bounds out of its reach and unloads both barrels blast a big hole right in the troll's gut.
The troll is hurt, but fights on anger clear on its hideous face as it desperately defends the seedpod. It lashes out at the only target within reach, Crios. It misses with a bite and claw, but manages to catch him with the second claw.
Round 4 Effects Active: Timely Inspiration/Blessing of Fervor/Holy Light
Map
Troll Fury 89 dmg
Ranalus
Slaine 11 dmg
Noldoli 38 dmg - may take two rounds of actions
Kivuli
Anduris
Crios 8 dmg
seedpod
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Ranalus regains his spell. As Kivuli moves on the troll, it takes a swipe on the wayang. Kivuli then drives his estoc into the troll. Anduris takes to air fly toward the fight, just in time to watch Crios land two deadly blows, the troll drops in a heap. Leaving the seedpod undefended.
Round 4 Effects Active: Timely Inspiration/Blessing of Fervor/Holy Light
Map
Troll Fury 164 dmg
Ranalus
Slaine 11 dmg
Noldoli 38 dmg - may take two rounds of actions
Kivuli
Anduris
Crios 8 dmg
seedpod
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Slaine smiles to himself as he sees the troll go down. He swivels and levels his musket at the seed pod, chuckling. Like shootin' candy from a baby.
Vaults and Scales! Th' durn gun done gone an' jammed agin. Slaine curses after the first shot fizzles. Guessin' Abadar didn't like that comment abou' th' baby too well. Better clean up yer act, Slainey
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Strands of purple energy whip across the battleground and begin to swirl above the remains of the giant flower. The continuous chant of the Twinhorn shamans reaches a fever pitch and then suddenly stops. After a breathless moment of silence, a loud reverberating boom echoes across the swamp as a column of purple energy pierces through the clouds, dissipating into the starry sky. Shouts of celebration begin to sound across the field as Medda makes her way to the heart of the blight. A shaft of moonlight shines on the site through the parted clouds as she rips through the withered roots of the blighted flower. Medda reaches in and draws out the shriveled remains of a female crusader. In stark contrast to the rest of the remains, her silvery breastplate glimmers in the moonlight. A grievous blow has scarred its surface where a golden engraved figure spreads out her wings. Trails of blood seep out from scars running across the figure. Medda lowers the remains gently upon a white cloak that a Twinhorn warrior has placed on the ground.
With a heavenly glow, the ghostly form of Ivvora appears in the clouds above. “She was my sister-in-arms against the vile Tar-Baphon. I now know that her sacrifice spared me all those years ago, as it will all of you in the days to come. Go with Vildeis’ grace and use this blessed plate to vanquish my hated adversary. Hurry back north, for the moment of Eshimka’s reckoning draws near!”
Medda looks up to the sky as the visage of Ivvora dissipates, the red phantom hand of Anok floating above her shoulder. After a moment, she kneels next to the crusader’s remains and carefully wraps them up in the white cloak, which is slowly soaked with red. She looks at the crowd gathered around her and speaks up. “We stand here triumphant, having rid this land of corruption. But this is a mere shade of the darkness that awaits us at the Solstice Scar! Fear not, for Vildeis’ blessing will guide our weapons to strike true and eradicate Eshimka for good!” Medda motions for the Twinhorn warriors to raise the bundled remains on their shields as one of the honored dead. “Pathfinders, you have done much for my tribe and our lands, but I ask you once more to lend us your weapons so that we might end the evil that haunts Solstice Scar. What say you?”
Inspired by the events in the Fangwood, the Pathfinders and Twinhorn warriors have at last returned to the Kellid following’s territory. The scattered woodlands that once stood in the Tusk Mountains are now cast in perpetual shadow despite it being only a few hours after noon. The trees are bare, the grass crumbles at a touch, and even the accumulated snow of midwinter is melting in the freezing air as if surrendering to entropy.
Medda confers with some of the Twinhorn following who stayed behind, then she addresses the crowd. “The winter solstice does not peak until tonight, yet already Eshimka’s vanguard has escaped the Negative Energy Plane. They now control the area around the planar scar for several miles in each direction. If we’re to stop them, we need to break through these outer forces, regroup at the center, and take control of the rift. If that doesn’t draw Eshimka out, a few brave souls will need to pass through the rift to crush her lieutenants, destroy whatever is keeping the rift open, and draw her into our world. When they do, we need to ensure there are no reinforcements, and that means eliminating any commanders who have already broken through. That includes a corrupted dragon that has our scouts worried.”
She smiles grimly. “When the paladin Ivvora faced the beast Eshimka here centuries ago, she fought with Vildeis’s blessing and banished the fiend. Tonight, Eshimka would return to our world, but we are not one paladin; we are many!” She pricks her finger on her spear and paints a set of bloody wings upon her forehead. The Twinhorns follow suit “And we too carry Vildeis’s favor!” With these words, the painted wings blaze with light.
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Quickly casting a spell, his staff glows blue for a moment as the air around it frosts up. With a minor effort he focuses his senses, gaining arcane accuracy. Crios then dives in, just within reach of the plant and shoves his staff at it with a single hand, remaining defensive to fend off any counter attack.
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The most direct route toward the standing stones involves fighting your way through the undead creatures emerging from the rift. Twinhorn warriors and fellow Pathfinders race ahead just in sight, their breath visible in the cold air.
You find yourselves face to face with 4 Twinhorn warriors, part of the rear guard left behind. They stalk the region alongside an undead creature. They seem in league with it and have apparently been corrupted by the rift. As for the undead, a thick tangle of discolored entrails clings to this lurching skeleton’s torso and winds upward to loll from its jaw like a clawed tongue.
Kivuli alone gets a jump on the undead!
Round 1
Map
Kivuli
Undead
Crios
Ranalus
Kellids
Slaine
Noldoli
Anduris
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Kivuli decides on his course of action, the undead creature advances.
Round 1
Map
Kivuli
Undead
Crios
Ranalus
Kellids
Slaine
Noldoli
Anduris
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Crios takes to the skies!
He and Kivuli both recognize the undead as mohrg, this one seems stronger than you would think. Crios knows they have undead immunities and if killed by a mohrg a person rises as a zombie.
They also know quite a bit about the Twinhorn tribes people. They are typically rangers and favor composite longbows.
Crios also knows that the Twinhorn's exposure to the Negative Energy Plane has begun transforming many of them, numbing their minds and bodies to their former lives. Nonetheless, these warriors are still alive, and it’s likely possible to rehabilitate them if they’re subdued, removed from the affected region, and given time to recover.
True to what he expected, the twinhorn archers take aim on Crios as he rises into the air. Each firing a pair of arrows rapidly. Crios bobs and weaves every arrow misses him!
Round 1
Map
Kivuli
Mohrg
Crios
Ranalus
Kellids
Slaine
Noldoli
Anduris
Round 2
Kivuli
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As soon as they enter the dimly lit area, Slaine downed his newly purchased Potion of Darkvision.
Dang! Ain't this the weirdest way ter see things. Ain't any 'a yer ever see things in color? Ev'rything looks grayer then a cloudy day in the Holds o' Belkzen!
Hearing Crios, Slaine wrinkles his brow in thought for a moment. Dem fellers got their minds tainted wit negative energy, eh? Well, don' seem right to put 'em down if'n they ain't even really part o' the fight. Then, with his newfound vision, Slaine slides forward 5' underneath Crios (Don' be fallen' on me ye' blueskin whatever-ye-are.) and then takes a full-round action using his gun's Far-reaching Sight to target Yellow's bow.
Y'all git that nasty beastie, I'll try'n keep those fellers from shootin' at us.
Arms: On a hit, the target takes no damage from the hit but drops one carried item of the gunslinger’s choice, even if the item is wielded with two hands. Items held in a locked gauntlet are not dropped on a hit.
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Hearing Crios, Slaine wrinkles his brow in thought for a moment. Dem fellers got their minds tainted wit negative energy, eh? Well, don' seem right to put 'em down if'n they ain't even really part o' the fight. Then, with his newfound vision, Slaine slides forward 5' underneath Crios (Don' be fallen' on me ye' blueskin whatever-ye-are.) and then takes a full-round action using his gun's Far-reaching Sight to target Yellow's bow.
Y'all git that nasty beastie, I'll try'n keep those fellers from shootin' at us.
"I like that plan Slaine" the aasimar says in a friendly tone from above. "It would really be a terrible waste to kill those Twinhorns."
A mohrg, and an unusual one at that! Once we vanquish it I really must make notes in my journal about it.
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Anduris weighs his options.
Crios knows the twinhorn's have no weaknesses and Anduris knows they have no resistances.
Kivuli sneaks up into position. He knows Mohrg's can grab with there slams and there tongues can cause paralysis.
The Mohrg charges at Anduris, his path takes him right passed Kivuli. Kivuli jabs with his estoc but the undead was moving quicker than he thought and his attack misses. It arrives at Anduris with a slam, it slams the dwarf and grabs hold of him, holding him loosely.
Round 2 Effects Active: Blessing of Fervor
Map
Kivuli
Mohrg
Crios
Ranalus
Kellids
Yellow disarmed
Slaine
Noldoli delay
Anduris Grappled 13 dmg
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Feeling Anduris' blessing of weapon bane hit his musket, Slaine's eyes widen with excitement.
Save yer haste for the big bad'un later on. I don' know what ye did ter my musket, but I kin tell that things are abou' to go bad for that ghouly critter. Then, quickly loading his musket with alchemical cartridges, he levels the gun at the Mohrg's head and unloads 6 barrelfuls of fury. Hold still, ye dang creep. This won't hurt for long.
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Ranalus casts liberating command on Anduris!
Noldoli moves on the mohrg, but misses his attacks. Crios drops down and lands a blow on the undead, that staggers and entangles it in cold. Ranalus then activates his feyskinned.
The disarmed twinhorn draws a battleaxe and moves toward Crios.
The three archers move up and one fires at Noldoli, while two fire at Ranalus. The arrows miss Ranalus, while one arrow bounces of Noldoli's thick armor.
Weapon baned, Slaine unloads on the mohrg, in fact the first barrels blow the undead's head straight off!
Round 2 Effects Active: Blessing of Fervor
Map
Kivuli
Mohrg 1DEAD 49 dmg - Staggered/Entangled
Noldoli
Crios
Ranalus
Kellids
Yellow disarmed
Slaine
Anduris 13 dmg
Round 3
Kivuli
Noldoli
Crios
Ranalus
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Crios nods his thanks to Nildoli as he shifts around the axe wielding Twinhorn. Continuing his movement, he smoothly glides back and around to the side of his enemy, offering a flank attack to any of his companions should there be a need after his own powerful flurry of blows.
"I regret what has befallen you, but for now we must render you unable to fight." he offers somberly.
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Slaine will forego his 2nd and 3rd shots. Moving instead after the Mohrg goes down. As he hustles to get over to help Ranalus, he puffs and grumbles.
I'm gittin' to old fer this sorta crap. Why'd the uppity-ups invite a gunslinger to a durn fist fight?
On round 2, Slaine will move to start to flank with Ranalus, just as he gets to the limit of his movement, he feels Nodoli's holy power allow him to move the last 5' to reach the flank. Once reaching the man, he goes to pistol-whip him with the butt of his musket.
As he goes to swing his heavy musket, Slaine pulls a muscle in his back and misses by a mile.
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Slaine moves forward. Anduris gives one of the twinhorns a non-lethal swipe with his great sword. Kivuli suddenly appears delivering a strong non-lethal blow. Crios then wacks the twinhorn, Anduris already damaged. The first blow leaves her reeling and the second blow drops her. Ranalus hits with the last of his unarmed blows.
The twinhorn with a blue cloak, takes a step back and fires 2 arrows at Kivuli. Both arrows misses the little wayang.
Likewise, the twinhorn flanked by Noldoli and Kvilui , also drops his bow and draws his battleaxe, swinging it at Kivuli, he misses.
Finally, twinhorn next to Ranalus drops her bow and draws a battleaxe, taking a swing at Ranalus. She also misses.
Slaine closes in and goes for a pistol whip, but misses.
Round 3 Effects Active: Blessing of Fervor
Map
Kellids
Yellow Down -54 dmg
Blue
Green 5 dmg
Purple 27 dmg
Slaine
Anduris 13 dmg
Round 4
Kivuli
Noldoli
Crios
Ranalus